#And the fact that she's constantly like “Oh nature! Oh bees! Oh beauty around us!” is extra annoying for him

[aleksanderscult]

The darkling 28 about elizaveta before KoS and RoW (their history i mean)

28) How they feel about Elizaveta

He was attracted to her power that's for sure and the Darkling is generally attracted to what a person can do and not how they look. Because even though Elizaveta was a beautiful woman I don't think he felt romantically attracted to her a) since she's Grisha and him having a relationship with a fellow of his kind is unlikely to me b) he wasn't interested in her enough to pursue her this way.

Interestingly I find their dynamic kinda similar to Alarkling. The Darkling was obsessed with Alina and wanted to have her. But Alina turned him away. And we also have Elizaveta who is obsessed with the Darkling and wants to have him. But the Darkling turned her away. It's amusing and funny to me because the Darkling is NOT in love with her and I'm sure he never wanted something more from her but her powers and her alliance with him. He considered her annoying and foolish. She got him in his nerves. I don't think he felt flattered by her loving admiration, even before KoS. That much attention from a woman that doesn't interest him is bothersome to him.

(Just imagine the mighty Darkling running away from her screaming: "LEAVE ME ALONEE!!"😭)

So yeah even though Elizaveta had a huge crush on him and wanted something more to happen between them, Aleksander wasn't interested. I bet he was more concerned with Ravka, the Grisha and his plans to spend his energy with a woman that gave him heart eyes. So he kept it strictly professional (that doesn't mean though that he didn't use his seduction skills to make her like him and join him, right? 👀 Although I think it kinda backfired because she got some serious feelings about him and he was like "...fuck. now she doesn't leave me alone")

[tothemeadow]

~*ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ OᑎE*~

warnings: alcohol consumption, oral sex

words: 2.8k

Prologue

-

Perhaps you should’ve have taken Daki more seriously. After that fateful night at the so-called gathering, she’s become adamant on getting you hooked onto the luxurious life. Frankly, you thought the rest of the night was a bore, watching rich people mill about, talking to each other about issues that you could wish to understand. The only thing that really kept you going was the company of your best friend and the delicious edibles set on the many tables.

Time and time again, Daki brought up the encounter you had with Idris’ friends – could they even be called that? She gushed about how handsome Rengoku Kyojuro was, how darling it would be to hang off his arm. You noticed the suggestive hint to her tone; you knew exactly where her train of thoughts was going, and you’d be damned if she acted upon them.

In fact, you’re entirely positive that she’s planning on whisking you into her lifestyle. Even now, as you sit in some one-roomed, slinky club, she taps a manicured finger against her chin. The place itself is dripping with wealth, from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the clusters of velvet chairs, right down to the mahogany bar you sit at. You don’t have the slightest clue how Daki knows of a place like this, but – judging from the few other patrons acquainting the place – it’s meant for those types of meetings. You have the slightest inkling that this is where she met Idris in the first place.

Glancing over at her, you can understand why Idris was drawn to her in the first place; of course, Daki has always been insanely beautiful, but her sense of fashion is impeccable. Combined with her short skirt and the thick platforms on her feet, her legs are long, soft. She looks like she just came off straight off a runway; she might as well have, if the big Chanel logo on her beret hints at anything. She’s perfect sugar baby material, and you’d be lying if you’d say you didn’t respect her for pulling off such a feat.

“Mitsuri really liked you,” Daki’s saying. You snap back to attention, mentally cursing yourself out for getting lost in your thoughts. “She thinks you’re really pretty, too.”

Ah, Kanroji Mitsuri: renowned fashion designer and easily one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever met. Her welcoming, bubbly personality had definitely struck a chord inside you, and you were more than thankful that she had been so nice. Hearing something like that, though… Well…

Staring down at your wine, you swirl the deep red fluid around in your glass. “She’s just being nice,” you say, deflecting the compliment. You didn’t want to get your hopes up for nothing.

Rolling her eyes, Daki pops a grape into her mouth and waggles a finger at you. “Listen here, darling; Kanroji Mitsuri thinks you’re pretty. I wouldn’t take that so lightly.”

“You’re also drop dead gorgeous,” you shoot right back. “Of course you wouldn’t take it so lightly.”

“You’re missing the point,” Daki says with a sigh. “An insanely hot and rich woman – who has a great personality, by the way – is interested in you. By the way you two were talking at the gathering, it’s almost like you two have known each other forever.”

Deciding to take the bait, you set your wineglass down and turn towards her. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“Go on a date with her, obviously. I know Mitsuri will treat you right. And, if the night ends well…” Trailing off, she follows up with a giggle. “We’d be sugar sisters.”

“Come again?”

“Oh, come on, (y/n)! Think about how much fun it’ll be! Mitsuri will spoil you rotten and you’ll have mind-blowing sex.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the unexpected confession. Wait, did that mean…?

Daki flashes you a sly look. “What, you don’t think I only like men, do you? I may have fucked around with Mitsuri once or twice… But it was only a physical attraction, nothing more. Sometimes you just need to get with a woman.”

Embarrassment crawls up your neck at the mere idea of Daki and Mitsuri engaging in certain… activities. Warmth floods your system; you should be ashamed of thinking of your friend like that, but she did just tell you something you particularly didn’t want to know. And, truth be told, you are growing the slightest bit curious as to how Mitsuri’s like in bed…

A smirk pulls at the corners of Daki’s pretty mouth. She obviously knows what’s going on in your head – the two of you have been friends long enough for it to be second nature at this point. However, it still catches you by surprise as she fishes out a little piece of paper and slides it across the bar to you. “Since you’re clearly thinking about it, have her number,” she purrs. “I don’t think you’ll regret giving her a call.”

Taking the paper into your hands, you examine the neat, curly writing. You can imagine Mitsuri writing down the number, a flattering smile on her face. Your heart nearly skips a beat; did she really feel attracted to you? It’s just that, well, somebody at her social standing would usually stick to someone in the same group. You’re nowhere near it, so to have something like this happen… It’s kind of incredible.

You sigh. “Fuck it. I’ll call her.”

Daki eagerly claps her hands. “That’s my girl!”

-

On second thought, you might be regretting your decision.

Around you, the delicate clank of crystal glasses and fine platters intermingle with the soothing piano music. Other patrons talk amongst themselves, the slight murmur of dozens of voices reminding you of a hoard of bees. Some call out to the waiters passing by, wanting them to refill their glasses or get the check.

The dim, golden light makes the place ethereal, a heavenly glow surrounding everyone’s heads. Your hands glide over the spotless tablecloth, the pristine white of it practically mocking you. Jeez, if a single drop of wine spills on it, they’d probably just throw it away. Damn rich people and their ways – the mere idea of how much this tablecloth costs has your head spinning.

“You don’t have to look so scared,” Mitsuri says. “Believe it or not, but everyone here is just like you.”

You nearly scoff at that. You want to tell her that no, nobody is like you. You’re not rich and swanky, not by a long shot. Besides, this is Kanroji Mitsuri you’re speaking to. She’s part of this crowd; and since she’s a renowned fashion designer with a fairly large following, she’s practically a celebrity.

“I find that hard to believe,” you mutter. Picking up your glass, you take a careful sip of water, not wanting to cause a spill and embarrass yourself.

It’s not helping your nerves in the slightest that Mitsuri looks the way she does; hair pulled into a high ponytail, a slinky dress with a plunging neckline, dangling earrings that reflect the soft golden light. You don’t want to be disrespectful and stare at her pure, creamy skin, but it’s so hard. She’s downright beautiful – breathtaking, even – and it’s a challenge to keep your head on straight.

Her green eyes practically light up at your comment, a light giggle passing through her plump lips. “Everyone feels the pressure, you know. The need to keep up a perfect façade. It’s a shame, really, how so many people in this room wear a mask constantly.” She sighs, then, leaning forward and perching an elbow on the table and resting her chin in her palm. “I’ll be truthful, darling. The very first moment I met you, I knew you’d be different. You’re not some stuck-up corporate brat who’s too deep in their own shit to know right from left anymore. It’s refreshing.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. She hit the nail right on the head; sure, the upper class are usually depicted as being entitled assholes, but to hear it from Mitsuri? That’s just gold. She joins in on your laughter, the sweet, tinkling sound gracing your ears. It’s actually incredible how comfortable you feel around her, despite only knowing her for a couple of days.

“Plus,” Mitsuri continues, her laughter dying down, “I think you’re really cute.”

Scoffing, you try to downplay the excited fluttering in your heart. She’s almost been gushing about how nice you look all night, how much of a pleasantry it was that Daki introduced the two of you. Even better, she was so freaking ecstatic that you called her. Okay, yeah, so maybe you’re interested in Mitsuri. Who wouldn’t be? With the personality of a puppy and the looks of a supermodel, how could anyone say no to her?

“Now you’re just spoiling me,” you tell her.

“What can I say?” Mitsuri replies, voice smooth. “You deserve to be spoiled.”

Shock floods your system, sucks almost all the air from your lungs. Jaw dropping, you gape at her, completely at a loss for words. It doesn’t matter, though; your waiter comes back with the meals the two of you’ve ordered, placing them down gently on the table and busying himself with pouring glasses of wine.

“Enjoy the meal, ladies,” he says, his thick accent flooding his words. With a polite bow, he takes his departure, stepping away with quick, precise movements.

Staring down at the food you ordered, your mouth begins to water. Even though you aren’t the biggest fan of these damned rich people, you’ve got to admit that you’re jealous of the things they eat. Like, look at this! This is something King Midas would eat himself!

“It’s almost as if you’ve never eaten before,” Mitsuri says along with another adorable giggle. “If that’s your reaction, then I’m going to have to take you to every high-end restaurant in town!”

“What? No! Mitsuri, you don’t have to do that!” you ramble. “It’s just… Well…”

“Oh, come on. I want to.” Mitsuri pauses, then, picking up her glass with slender fingers and taking a sip of her wine. “I agree with Daki, you know,” she continues, “I think the two of us could have a lot of fun together.”

“…I’m afraid I don’t understand…?”

Mitsuri casts a devious smile over the rim of her glass at you. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll find out soon enough.”

-

If you can recall it correctly, there’s a saying that would fit perfectly into this moment – blame it on the alcohol. Oh, but you’re not stupid. No, you at least have the guts to own up to your actions, as great or as stupid as they can be. That being said, you don’t want to admit to how desperate you’re feeling.

You didn’t doubt Daki for a single moment. As kind as she is beautiful, Mitsuri is the perfect package. She only managed to prove that point over and over again throughout the evening, swapping stories and genuinely taking the time to get to know you better. You still can’t believe she’s taken so much interest in you, but you aren’t going to complain about it any time soon. In fact, you’re glad that she’s into you.

Perhaps it was your tipsy mind that made you say yes; that’s what you want to believe, anyway. You don’t want to own up to the fact that you practically jumped at the opportunity of Mitsuri taking you home, to some swanky penthouse in one of the richest parts of the city. You barely had any time to gawk at the immaculate décor or overpriced furniture; no, what you got was a short tour as Mitsuri drug you off towards her bedroom.

The moments from there on out became nothing more than a blur. Clothing being slipped off, hands roaming over bare skin, the delicious heat of Mitsuri’s mouth. Your mind is still reeling from the turn of events, but you don’t have a single chance to think about it.

Heavy pants break through your lips, grace the still air in Mitsuri’s bedroom. The mattress is large, unforgivably so, topped with some of the softest blankets you’ve ever felt. Settled between your open legs, Mitsuri looks nothing short of perfection; long ponytail clutched in your grasp, her full eyelashes fluttering, the prettiest of blushes on her face, she’s a remarkable piece of art, reserved for your eyes only. The sounds spilling from between your legs is utterly sinful. Her lips and tongue eagerly work away at your sopping cunt, break down your walls until you’re a moaning mess.

“Fuck, Mitsuri,” you breathe, voice turning shrill towards the end. “That feels so good.”

Mitsuri moans at the praise, her manicured nails digging into the plush flesh of your thighs. Arching her back even more, you’re presented with a better view of her godly ass, the defined dimples on her back. She’s too gorgeous to handle, too fucking sexy. Giving her ponytail a yank, you relish in the pleased hum vibrating in the back of her throat.

“Naughty girl,” Misturi purrs as she pulls away. A mix of slick and smeared lipstick cover her lips, the lewd shine making your insides tighten. “I didn’t say you could do that, now did I?” The mere controlling tone of her voice causes another fat drop of slick to push its way out of your pussy. Eyes locking onto the sight, Mitsuri cracks a salacious smile. “Does baby girl like being talked down to?”

“Don’t… Don’t say it like that,” you whimper.

“I’m just speaking the truth,” Mitsuri purrs. “It’s not my fault this pretty little pussy likes it.” With her words, she traces a finger up and down your slit, collecting even more slick. Waggling the coated finger in your vision, she makes sure your eyes are on her before she slips it into her mouth, her swollen lips wrapping around it. “So tasty,” she moans. “So fucking sweet. You’re a real treat, you know that? It’s a shame Daki didn’t introduce us earlier.”

“Mitsuri-“

“Ah-ah-ah, don’t call me that,” she warns, the honey in her voice turning into something darker, heavier. You swallow thickly. “If you don’t mind, sweets… Call me Mommy. That is, unless you don’t want to cum? That works too.”

Oh, god, with an expression like that and her fingers playing with your sex, you’ll call her anything. “Mommy,” you murmur, “please.”

“Hmmm… What was that?”

Clenching the blankets between your fingers, you call out louder, “Mommy, please!” A loud gasp bursts from your throat, then, as Misturi shoves three fingers into you with no hesitation whatsoever. Her mouth descends on your clit once more, a pleased hum escaping her mouth at your sweet, sweet taste. Your hips buck into her wildly, your back arching off the mattress.

Mind clearing, vision turning fuzzy, your orgasm crashes over, your slick spilling all over her fingers and onto the blankets below. Mitsuri chuckles at that, seemingly pleased with both herself and your reaction. She keeps pressing on, though, her mouth and fingers working you through a second orgasm, and then a third. She’s relentless in her quest to make you cum over and over again, leaving you a shaking, crying mess of overstimulated nerves.

“Oh baby,” Mitsuri purrs once she pulls her mouth away. “You’re such a good girl to me, aren’t you? I’ll groom you real nice, shape you into something utterly perfect,” she continues, leaning in close and brushing her lips against your ear. “You’ll let me, won’t you? Come on, baby, let’s have some fun.” Shuffling up your body, she perches herself over your face, thick thighs encasing your head. “Be a darling and help me out, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you coo. “Yes.”

-

In the end, Daki got what she wanted – a sugar sister.

Granted, you weren’t super eager to jump on the opportunity at first, but after some convincing from Mitsuri, you figured why not? As long as it’s with Mitsuri, there’s no harm, really. Plus, if you’re going to continue having incredible nights with her… Hell, of course you’re gonna agree!

“So, how did the date go?” Kyojuro’s voice rings through the phone. He sounds a bit too eager to hear the fine, juicy details.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Mitsuri teases. Sitting comfortably next to you in bed, she scans her eyes of your sleeping form, at your bare arms and shoulders unhidden from the blankets. She smiles. “It went great, actually,” she says, voice gentle. “(y/n)’s incredible.”

“She’s a looker, too,” Kyojuro says. Even though Mitsuri can’t see him, she knows he’s smirking. “Real beauty.”

“Heh. It almost sounds like you want me to share her.”

Kyojuro huffs in amusement. “Now that sounds like a good idea. Even Tengen wouldn’t shut up about her after she left. Maybe if you’re feeling generous…?”

Running her fingers over your smooth skin, Mitsuri bites her lip. “…Maybe. If she wants to be shared, that’s up to her. Either way…” she trails off, gives a light giggle. “She’s great in bed.”

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

QueennNnn!! Your art isn't awful! Its friggin beautiful and you can't change my mind!!💖💖💖💖💖 Also, while I'm sending an ask, can I have some more information about your adorable babies👀👀 (I wanna make more drawings for them uwu💕)

Ahhhh alrighty alrighty, I’m not gonna argue with you sweetie hehe😂💖! I’m just,,, super happy that you all like my art so much huhuhu, and thank you for always being such a dear to me💖💖💖!!!

AahhaAAAAh, about the babies—-🙈🌠💖! I’d be absolutely honored and delighted to tell you more about them!!! I don’t know if I should put this under a cut or not though because…. phew…. it’s gonna be a bit long xD (and I also don’t have any good drawings left of them and unfortunately need to use some terrible old sketches because??? I don’t draw our children often enough??? Pffff that still needs to change💕)

here’s a warning for me being indulgent and swooning over my Crachelle babies up ahead xD!

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Trifle

She’s a true Daddy’s girl through and through xD Her hair color is actually a very light pink but with slightly purple undertones, basically a mix of Angel’s and Big Mom’s hair- aaaand she got my bright, blue eyes😂 Trifle is a very open-hearted and kind girl, although she tends to be a bit too dreamy sometimes! Her father is her ultimate hero and she wants to be just like him while growing up. Many of her clothes are actually mirroring that as well, and she even started to put a special kind of fire-crackers into her hair to further showcase her close bound with Papa Cracker lol. Unfortunately though… she never really knows what she actually wants and is more than once lost in her own little fantasies, which can occasionally come to bite her. Flambe is Trifle’s favorite aunt and often helps her when she’s dealing with yet another girl crush again huhu xDD

Fun fact: when she was little she used to plant ‘magic seeds’ (rocks) in our garden, hoping that they would grow to give her a little sister someday. (yes, Cracker and I really regret watching Thumbelina with her)

Pretzel

Although Trifle tries to imitate her Papa as good as possible, it’s actually Pretzel who is stuck with resembling Cracker the most- but only appearance-wise! As you can probably tell, he’s the spitting image of his dad… minus the lack of eyebrows and some other little details haha xD Pretzel is a bit of a shy boy who tends to overthink certain things and often has some difficulties with making new friends- but once someone spends a bit of time with him, he truly thaws up to be one of the coolest people around! His relationship with his father is rather strained, mostly because Cracker has many high expectations for his oldest son, and if he doesn’t live up to them…. well, things can get a bit problematic xd Pretzel also got a hearing problem and communication is a little difficult, but he’s always doing his best to let people know about how he feels! His favorite uncle is Oven, who often helps him with training and getting stronger.

Fun fact: Pretzel actually dislikes his name. A lot. The fact that he was basically named after a sword constantly haunts him, even if he tries not to think about it lol

Eclair/Anne

Nothing about her ever stays the same for long, since Eclair is a true free spirit! Her natural hair color is a rich brown with some lilac undertones, but it can be rather hard to tell because she loves to change it on an almost monthly basis! Out of all the siblings she’s probably the smartest and most cunning, and always knows just how to get her way xD Eclair often pretends to be naive or even somewhat stupid so people will leave her alone or to avoid certain duties lol, but depending on the situation she might actually show her true colors to help those that are dear to her! She prefers to do things that bring her fun or pleasure rather than strict chores, and one of her favorite hobbies is painting pictures to express herself! She’s the anti-social bee of the family, although her parents often nudge her to be a bit more open and find friends xD Her favorite uncle is Mont-d’Or and she also enjoys spending time with Amande, since they can both understand her more introvert behaviour and love for artistic outlets!

Fun fact: she’s actually a bit short-sighed and supposed to wear glasses, but she never does! And if her parents were to ask her about it, she’ll simply respond and say that she ‘lost’ them again lol

Dodger

Did you ever ask yourself… ‘what if there was a kid that’s basically just like Cracker, only 100 times worse?’ no? Well too bad, because that is exactly what you’re getting with Dodger! Oh boy, where to start… as far as appearance goes, he’s a pretty solid mix of his parents- his hair is similar to mine (only more wild and spikey) while his eyes and face resemble his father. But his personality is just…. too much to handle for the both of us! Dodger is truly the definition of ‘troublemaker’, as there is not a single day where he doesn’t get caught up in some drama! He’s an unstoppable bundle of energy and keeps his good traits hidden for most of the time, since it’s soooo much more fun to just get on people’s nerves xD To make matters worse, he also has a deep love for stabbing things. Mostly inanimate objects though, but still!!! Best be careful around him! Other than that, he actually dreams of becoming strong and powerful like his Papa, and sometimes sneaks into the Seducing Woods to train his ‘intimidation tactic’ on some unsuspecting homies. (He basically wants to be able to make them wither away in fear, similiar to what Cracker did xD) His favorite aunt is Angel, whom he always plots new pranks with!

Fun Fact: His relationship with his Pa is pretty good, but there was one incident that left Dodger slightly fearful of him…

Last but not least, Cherry!

Cherry is,,, the currently reigning baby of the family- she’s just,,, hhh,,, so tiny and precious ;^; With her big ruby eyes and bubblegum-pink hair she really looks like a wildcard, but there is at least one physical similarity she shares with her father- the lack of eyebrows xD Cherry loves her parents more than anything (and tbh gets a bit coddled by us too), but that doesn’t mean she won’t get into trouble! She’s an adventurer at heart and likes nothing more than to run into a forest, befriend some random animals, and discover new things! Together with her pet bunny Bun Bun she’s ready to take on any adventure, and of course, be home again by dinnertime! 

Fun fact: when she was still a very smol baby, her older brother Dodger once tried to ship her off to an orphanage because her babbling/crying was too loud lol

in conclusion: I love my babies very much, thank you xD And I definitely need to draw them more often!!! hhhHHh there are a few small comics I’m already working on but psssssttt xD Also I’m really sorry for the bad sketches on this one, I just don’t have enough good pictures aaahh

[everything-is-by-design]

SPN!Lucifer & Reader Shipping Imagine

Gender neutral imagine. We’re just going to assume that the reader is friends with the Winchesters. Gabriel, Castiel, and Balthazar are mentioned. I didn’t include Jack because I didn’t want to. Sorry, not sorry. This is also relatively dirty, because Lucifer, honestly. This was fun to write. Hope y’all enjoy it!

-He pops up into your life and always scares you, the slight flutter of wings never being enough notice. “Dammit Lucifer! You need a bell around your neck.” He obviously doesn’t stop, finding subtle amusement in making you jump. He makes up for it with kisses, which you never deny.

-He shows up where you work and bugs you, “Are you done yet?”, “I’m bored, are you done?” He also makes sure to be invisible to everyone but you, so you look like a crazy person who is talking to yourself. He thinks this is amusing as well even though it drives you crazy. He thinks kissing will make up for anything, really.

-If customers are rude to you at work he threatens them, “You know, no one would miss her, she’s being a bitch to you.” “Lucifer, stop. You can’t just kill rude people.” “Sure I can, I’m the devil.” You glare at him. He smiles.

-Lucifer is basically a cat, he paws at you constantly, usually your butt. You have to smack him in the arm to make him stop. He waits for any opportunity for you to bend over so he can prod at your ass. You consider seeing if he would chase a laser pointer. “Lucifer, stop it!” You secretly kind of like it.

-He hates the fact that you’re friends with the Winchesters, and tries to intervene when they call you. He will go so far as to hiding your phone on you and then will act completely oblivious as to its whereabouts. “Seriously, Lucifer? You’re such a child.” “Yeah, but you love me.” More glaring and smiling.

-When you manage to reunite with the Winchesters, Lucifer tags along. You insist that you can handle yourself. His harsh gaze softens when he thinks of you getting hurt. “Lucifer, I don’t need a babysitter.” “Just think of me as your guardian angel.”

-He gets incredibly jealous when you interact with the boys, especially if you touch them in any way, even if it’s platonic. He times your hugs and yanks you away if you’ve exceeded ten seconds. “Okay, that’s enough.” “Lucifer, it’s just a hug.” “Don’t care.”

-He’s always flirting with you and uses his Grace to tease you at the worst times and usually in public. Of course, you adore the sensation and very rarely ask him to stop. “Don’t make a sound.” “Or what?” “Or else I’ll have to punish you.”

-Your touch drives him insane and you know it. He had no idea how much of an effect a human could have on him. Even the smallest bit of contact makes him shift on the spot. You’ll rest your hand on his thigh and trace small circles into his pants absentmindedly. He tries not to let you see how much it affects him but fails and pounces on you.

-He refers to you as ‘mine’ all the time. He makes you say that you’re his. You love saying it, mainly to see the desire and satisfaction rise in his eyes. “You’re mine too, ya know.” “Oh?” “Yup, and I will cut down anyone who tries to take you from me.” He praises your violence.

-Any time you go shopping for clothes, you come home and your choices have somehow mysteriously changed colour. Lucifer taps his chin and smiles, “Ah, yes. Red suits you nicely.” “Yeah, except most of these items were black and blue.” “Weird, I wonder what could have happened.”

-You’re in heat most of the time around him, and he tortures you endlessly. You’ll be on your bed and he’ll stand over you, arms folded and admiring your squirming as he edges you with his Grace. You begging for release gives him the biggest hard-on, as well as you saying his name out of pure desperation. “What’s the magic word, pet?” “Please.” “Please what?” “Please Lucifer.” He snaps his fingers and you slip into ecstasy gasping his name in an unholy chant.

-You pray dirty things to him. All. The. Time. And you’re graphic about it too. He’ll show up all ragged and almost sweating a little. “Oh, I like the way you think.”

-You challenge his dominant nature, in which he’ll pin you to the wall with his hand around your neck. He doesn’t put any pressure on your throat but you revel in the feeling. Seeing your eyes roll back into your head from the gesture turns him on to no end.

-You’re bratty with him. You make jabs at him and bug him for the sole purpose of his domination over you. He’ll hold out for a decent amount of time but after you keep irritating him, he’ll snap and fuck you into submission. “Is this what you wanted, huh? To be my little bitch?” “Fuck yes, Sir!” “Who do you belong to?” “Lucifer! I belong to Lucifer!” The grin on his face pushes you over the edge.

-Even though you adore challenging him, you’re also quite obedient, and you enjoy seeing what this does to the great and powerful archangel. “On your knees.” “Yes, my king.” Lucifer bites his lip as lust fills his eyes.

-When you’re ‘dying’ of hot flashes, you make him take his shirt off and press yourself against him. He pats your back awkwardly, “Are you okay?” “I’m so warm and you’re a walking ice box.” “Is that a compliment?” Lucifer wraps his arms around you and you sigh happily. He’ll kiss your forehead and smirk at what an adorably strange human you are.

-You ask to see his wings. He’ll show you the shadow but you roll your eyes and gingerly ask if you see his actual wings. After some consideration he agrees. He releases the huge appendages and you marvel at their beauty. Even though his wings are black, they aren’t empty like the vacuum of the void. More like the vastness of space with chaotic glinting stars embedded in each feather. You’re completely mesmerized and you run your fingers through his wings. He watches you with admiration. You repeat the word ‘beautiful’ consistently. He moans as you preen him and he holds onto his control as tight as he can before snapping and ravishing you.

-He enjoys preening very much, having never experienced it previously. To an angel, preening/grooming is very intimate and also quite relaxing. You’ll sit on the couch and Lucifer will be sitting cross-legged on the floor with his wings spread wide while you run your fingers through his feathers. His head usually slumps forwards and his breathing is heavy. It always looks like he’s falling asleep. “You okay over there Satan?” “Don’t stop.” “Feels good, huh?” “You have no fucking idea.”

-When you’re away from him you notice that there are always a few demons close behind you. They trail you and peek around corners to keep an eye on you. You always catch them looking at you and you give them ‘what the fuck’ looks, to which they avert their gaze completely. You ask Lucifer why demons are stalking you, “Seriously, is that necessary?” “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

-You end up buying the stalkers demons coffee which they hesitantly take and smile a ‘thank you’. You have to reassure them, “It’s not poisoned.” “Thank you, ma’am.” “You’re scared of him, aren’t ya? It’s okay, I won’t say anything.” “Bloody terrified, ma’am.” You laugh hysterically.

-Lucifer claims you as his mate and always has a hand on you in some fashion when you’re both around his siblings. Lucifer stares menacingly at them and they keep their distance; save for a few. Gabriel likes to present new and exciting candy to you and you return the favour. Castiel helps you plant flowers to help the bees. Balthazar shows you his aged scotch with a proud smile, you play him ‘My Heart Will Go On’ and he frowns at Lucifer who laughs.

-Lucifer talks to you about his siblings and his father. He opens up to you and you feel incredibly privileged. He shows emotions around you and when you validate them an unexplained warmth fills his essence and he falls further in love with you. He listens to you too, but you almost have to give him a warning before you start talking because you know he’ll get all huffy at the thought of someone hurting you in any fashion. “If I tell you this, you can’t kill them.” Lucifer pouts. “I mean it, Luci.” “Alright, I won’t do anything.” His childish smile makes you suspicious.

-He is surprisingly affectionate with you; giving you forehead kisses, cheek kisses, being gentle and kind with you. He will hug you, sometimes randomly and you always embrace him until he lets go. However, he does the same for you so now neither of you really know when to let go. Lucifer is still an angel and doesn’t really understand time or human interactions, “Should I let go now?” “If you want to.” Lucifer thinks this is a test, “Do you want me to?” “Of course not, halo head.” He laughs at your sad attempts at insulting him.