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[heavenequals]

hii! I hope that your requests are open!

how about Syzoth x Gn / female (whatever you're comfortable with) with Syzoth that is in love with reader but doesn't really know how to show it and ends up getting friendzoned all the time (he can't force himself to just straight up tell reader about his feelings). How would he try to get reader's attencion? What would his thoughts about it be? (can be headcanons or drabble or whatever you prefer)

have a nice day!

LOOK MY WAY

reptile/syzoth x reader.

note. this was a super cute request that i've been itching to write. i'd die for this man

you were going to be the death of him. he should know zaterran customs were foreign to humans, but thats the only way he knows how to show you he likes you.

alright, like for syzoth was an understatement. he's in love with you and he's fully aware of that fact. he desperately wants to convey his feelings to you, but he doesn't know how. telling you directly would be easier of course, but thats just so... embarrassing. it's not like he's embarrassing himself enough just by trying to get your attention.

every time you walked by, his tail would sway from side to side. when you got close enough, he would brush his tail against your leg to grab your attention in which most cases, he was successful. you would look back at him before a smile crept up your face, a smile that made his heart thump in his chest as he smiled dumb back at you.

when syzoth isn't busy, he's looking around for you. when he does find you, he's glued to your side with a "hey, how are you?" just to get you to start talking with your eyes on him. your attention on him. he adores the smile painted on your face when you talk about your day, nodding his head with a lovesick grin on his own. you just thought he was very attentive, but it's how zatteran courts, isn't that obvious?

he's always with you. theres rarely been a time where he hasn't been near you other than when you have to part ways, but even during those times he doesn't dare stray too far from you. it's how zatteran court, showing his loyalty and how suitable he would be if he were to be your mate, but of course; you don't realize that. he doesn't expect you to know, but at least take the hint?

"(reader).." syzoth would call, his hands anxiously figetting together.

"yeah?" you'd hum.

"you know i like you a lot, right?" he'd whisper his last statement. his gaze avoiding yours with his tail tucked between his legs.

"of course! you're my closest friend, so i would hope you liked me.." you'd laugh off, not even taking the time to consider his words would hold a deeper meaning.

friend. was that all he was to you?

"oh. yeah, friends."

he might've just broke on the spot, right then and there.

no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't seem to get you to notice him. his feelings, at least. countless times he has tried and you always brushed it off as a friendly gesture. it bothered him, his attempts failing miserably. something else that bothered him is that always after his attempts, your attention seemed to wander off, off of him. he hated that.

it was not until you began getting particularly close with liu kang, it made syzoth feel uneasy. your attention wasn't on him, your eyes weren't on him.

okay, he can admit he may be overreacting, i mean — you train at the shaolin temple, of course you're going to be talking to liu kang, even if it steals your time away from him.. no, he wasn't okay with that.

one day, he decided to approach you, confront you. be 100% apparent with his feelings, no step backs. even so, he just hadn't expected himself to be so forward about it..

his hands at either side of your head, your back against the wall, his eyes fixed on you and your shocked expression. he even surprised himself with this sudden encounter, it just sort of happened. he saw you smile so cheerfully at liu kang, something inside him snapped. like his body acted on his own after liu kang left. elder gods, what was he doing?

"(reader–)" he'd pause. he pursed his lips into a straight line before taking a step back from you, providing the space needed to reduce the tension. "i.. apologize, but i must know.." he'd continue as he hung his head low, his hand awkwardly running over the nape of his neck.

"you just caught me off-guard syzoth, it's no worries. what do you need to ask?"

he averted his gaze from yours, already feeling uneasy just by being in your presence. yet, he would rather stay a fool around you than not be with you at all.

"has.. your heart already been spoken for?" his voice came out in a hushed tone, his eyes glued to the ground. he knew from one look in your eye he'd find out the answer himself and he didn't want to know the answer.

you took a moment to process his question, leaving syzoth becoming more anxious by the second.

"no, not that i'm aware of.. why?" you'd question, tilting your head to the side as an attempt to get him to look at you, being partly successful when he took a short glance at you. god you must think he's so weird right now.

syzoth knew he had to be extremely forward for you and your oblivious pretty mind. he needed to tell you directly that he is in love with you.

he took your hand in his, giving it a firm grip, but not enough to hurt you. he let out a shakey breath before bringing your hands to his chest. giving you the feel of how fast his heart is beating.

"please, let me be the one to have that privilege. your heart," he says. quiet, yet loud enough for you to hear.

you were stunned and that scared him. he expected a response, but was only met with the killing silence. please just say something, anything.

"syzoth.." you gently released your hands from his, instead running your hand over his tattooed arm. "what are you trying to say?" you ask, like he had to elaborate further. how much more must you open his heart?

"i'm saying," he'd take a step closer to you. capturing your hand in his once again and bringing it up to hold his cheek. his body jolting at your warmth, taking out a comforted sigh from him.

"i'm in love with you. i want to be your mate, please" he'd almost beg, kissing the palm of your hand before he continued.

"all my advances, they don't seem to phase you. how much more forward must i be?"

your mouth was agaped. were you seriously this blown away? syzoth really underestimated your obliviousness.

"i wasn't aware you held such strong feelings for me..." you felt your own cheeks began to heat up. your gaze soft and on him, he relished in it, but was it the gaze he wanted? was it love or was it plain sorry?

"have i made you aware now?" syzoth would lean further into your touch that held him, a giggle escaping your lips in reply that made his heart flutter.

"yes, you have. may i make you aware of something else aswell?"

syzoth hummed softly, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours.

"anything."

you smiled, a smile he recognized far too well. he loved it more than anything because that smile was just for him, your eyes filled with fondness. your eyes on him.

you pull him into your arms, embracing him with the warmth he longed for, catching him off guard. not long before he quickly melted into your hold, your next few words would leave him always and forever, yours.

"i love you too."

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[godsandmonsters505]

No. 1 Party Anthem | Alex Turner

(fem stripper!reader)

Contains content suitable for those above 18 years of age. Minors do not continue!

Summary: you work at a strip club and one of the customers catches your eye, despite his cockiness.

Warnings (18+): swearing (obvs), rough sex (p in v), oral sex (blowjob), degradation, light sub/dom, spanking, just general rough sex

Edit: this is not one of my favourite fics I've ever written. I considered taking it down but I decided not to because I figured people might enjoy it :)

It's a Saturday night, and you must have been dancing for 2 hours straight at the strip club you work at. Normally when you're performing, your mind takes you off to a completely different place, daydreaming as neon lights and clammy air surrounds you, but tonight was different. Your attention had been completely captivated by the man sat across the other side of the room, none other than Alex Turner. And unless you were mistaken, he had his eye on you too.

For what must have been the millionth time that night, you accidentally made eye contact with the beautiful man as you worked the pole in nothing but a skimpy bralette and thong. If somehow before he hadn't noticed your staring, he definitely had now. Of course, he'll be used to girls staring him down, but you'd rather not be grouped in with them.

Gaining sudden confidence, you work your way over to him. No words are exchanged, but he gladly welcomes you onto his lap and you dance ever so slightly. Even with this confidence, you're at a loss for words, star struck having a man this attractive underneath you, so thankfully he speaks first.

"Struggling to keep your eyes to yourself, love?" He scoffs, drinking you in with his eyes, planting his hands firmly on your hips with a smirk forming on his lips.

But again, you're speechless and find no way to respond other than grinding softly into his lap.

"No need to be shy." He says bluntly. "Been a pretty shit night to be honest, you're the best bird in here."

You smile, unable to thank him for the compliment, even if it's not the best compliment, due to the lump forming in your throat. Although maybe it's a good job given what he says next.

"Don't let that get to your head," he chuckles, gesturing to the women up on stage. "This is what you're up against. Not the best bunch."

What a dick, you think. An attractive one, though. All the girls who work here are beautiful, a lot of them are the closest friends you have.

He looks you up and down again, but not in a sense that he's checking you out. It's more that he wants to see what he's dealing with.

"What's your name?" He asks.

You tell him and he laughs impatiently.

"So you do speak," he runs his hands up your side. "I'm Alex."

"Are you normally this blunt, Alex?" You ask, biting your lip nervously. It's not a usual occurrence for you to feel this way. Generally you're left unaffected by the men who come in and out of the strip club, viewing it only as a job, but now the lines between work and pleasure are blurring. Normally you wouldn't even get this close to them, making sure they keep their hands off, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Yeah. Well, sometimes you need to be forward. You don't get what you want if you don't ask." He says, sounding kind of bored, but you're determined to keep him interested.

You grind against him harder, satisfied with the small groan he struggles to conceal, leaning forwards slightly to put your breasts in his line of vision.

"And what is it you want?" You reply, flirtatious yet also genuinely curious.

He looks you dead in the eye. "I want a lot of things."

"You'll have to be more specific." You tease, slowly gaining more confidence.

"Whatever you say, love." He leans closer to you, making your heart race. "What I want, is a good fuck. Think you could do that for me?"

You're taken aback with his straightforwardness. Of course, you'd be a fool to turn him down, but you're still speechless.

"I've not got all night. If we're not on the same page that's fine, I'll just choose someone else."

"No!" You say panicked, and immediately regret it when he laughs at how desperate you are. "It's just...I'm not supposed to do that sort of thing."

"That sort of thing?" He repeats, tilting his head at you as you continue moving up against him.

"Sleeping with people who come here. I mean, I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." You chuckle awkwardly.

"If you don't want money to be involved it doesn't have to be." He states. "We clearly both want this regardless."

He looks down at your hips grinding against his, you doing all the work, to indicate that he's right. To prove his point.

Lightly tracing his lips along your neck, he whispers in your ear, "Unless that's the kind of thing you like. Y'know..." He lowers his voice further, sending shivers down your spine. "Being bought."

His filthy words were turning you on beyond belief, and you subconsciously press down harder on him, desperate for some kind of friction, and this doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Like I said, love, I don't have all night," he sighs. "Now are you going to be a good girl and do what I want?"

You nod, climbing off his lap reluctantly. "There are private rooms in here. We can use one of them." He silently agrees and you take his hand to lead him there, his other hand planted firmly on the small of your back, giving him some amount of control.

Once you get into the room, you lock the door behind you and Alex sits down on a leather sofa, making himself comfortable.

"On your knees then, doll." He says flatly, nodding to the floor.

He doesn't have to ask you twice. As the cold floor presses against your knees, you unzip his pants and waste no time in pulling his erection out, gasping at the size of him.

He sighs impatiently and you take that as enough of a command to take him into your mouth. You take him all the way to the back of your throat, not wanting to risk teasing him, seeing he was clearly not in the mood for it. Tears already prick in the corner of your eyes, but it's worth it for the quiet groan that Alex lets out.

"Mmm, that's it, darling. You look good down there." His hand instinctively wraps itself in your hair to hold your head in place, taking some control. You come up for a quick breath, palming him with your hands as you do so, but he pushes you back down almost straight away. "Did I say you could fucking stop?"

Unable to reply, you just moan around his cock, sending vibrations, which he seems to like. You swirl your tongue around him, looking up at him, but he looks unimpressed.

"You're going to have to relax your throat, love. Open nice and wide for me." His hips buck, forcing himself further down your throat, and you almost gag at the feeling, trying to do as he told you.

"There we go...," He trails off into a groan. "Good girl." Them two simple words send a rush of wetness to your core. You're already pressing your legs together needily, the sight of Alex in this way, and the feeling of him in your mouth overwhelming.

"Y'know what, I think I'll just-" he keeps the one hand on the back of your head and puts the other on your throat, just under your chin, so now he can completely control your movements. "Stay like that and I'll fuck your mouth, doll." You can't help the moan that slips from your lips, muffled since your mouth is full.

He begins moving his hips up and down, and you close your lips around him tightly, attempting you use your last bit of control to bring him closer. The thought of being used by him like that is overpowering, combined with his obscene moans and profanities, and you can't help but slip your hand into your underwear to tend to the building ache. Alex notices straight away.

"No," he says. "You don't get to touch yourself. Just stay where you are and get me off." His blunt words annoy you as much as they turn you on, but nevertheless, you use all your restraint to pull your hand away.

However, it's mere seconds before you realised your hand is back down, rubbing your clit. It's too much. You're gagging and drooling around his cock and you need some sort of relief. Again, Alex notices immediately, and pulls out of your mouth.

"Fucking hell," he snaps. "You were taking that like such a good girl too, but I told you not to touch yourself. This isn't fucking about you."

"I'm sorry," You whimper, reaching for his cock, sure that however irritated he is at you, you've both gone too far for him to leave now. He's so close to the edge and needs this as much as you do.

But when he tucks himself back into his pants and zips his trousers up, you fear you assumed that too soon and panic drops in your stomach.

He stands up, but before you can object, he speaks. "Get up. Now." Sensing the tone in his voice, you follow his order without hesitation. "Bend over the couch."

You bend over the arm of the sofa, relieved that he is in fact not done with you. Without warning, his hand comes down harshly on your ass.

"Fuck," you gasp, taken aback, pleasure coursing through your veins.

Another harsh slap comes down on your other cheek, jolting you forward, creating friction between the sofa and your clit, only making you more certain that he could bring you to orgasm solely by spanking you.

"Mm, you're not meant to enjoy the punishment." You could hear the smug grin in his voice. "Fucking dirty girl, aren't you?"

You moan as he pushes the thin fabric of your thong out of the way and his fingers make contact with your clit briefly, before running through your folds.

"Fuck, you're so wet." His words come out almost as a groan. "Is that how much you like being used?"

He rubs your clit harshly, then all of a sudden, he removes his fingers and you miss the feeling of them, the contrast unbearable. But, in the space of a few seconds, you feel them again as he spanks your clit hard. The feeling is overwhelming, and your legs almost collapse, euphoria spreading through your body.

"Fuck! Oh! Alex..." It was so unexpected, and it only took that simple action to tip you over the edge. He had built you up so quickly and effortlessly.

"Maybe I were a bit harsh on you earlier, love." He chuckles. "Didn't think you'd be so dirty. Reckon you'll be a good fuck after all."

He grabs your hair again and pulls you up off of the couch. "Take these off," he demands, pointing to your underwear. "Then lay down."

Only just coming down from your orgasm, your legs are trembling slightly. You remove your clothes and stumble onto the sofa, laying on your back, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Fucking stunning." He mutters. The image in your mind of you being naked and vulnerable, and him being fully clothed while he stands and admires you turns you on beyond belief. "Do you promise to be good for me this time, doll?"

"Yes," You whimper, desperate to please him, as he takes off his jacket. "I promise. Please, Alex..."

"Please, what, love?" He chuckles. "You're going to have to be more specific." He uses your own words against you.

"Please...please fuck me." All of your self respect flew out of the window the second this man set his hands on you, you didn't care how needy you came across. You wanted him so badly. Needed him.

"That's all you had to say," he smirks. "You lay back and relax, darling. Let me fuck you good, while you just lay there and take it."

Remembering how it turned out last time, you use every last bit of your self control not to touch yourself, but you can't help the shaky breaths and moans that escape your lips.

"Mm, I knew you'd like the sound of that," he grins. "Being used like a little slut."

"Please." You whine.

"Look how needy you are," he scoffs.

You were needy. Undeniably needy, and his words were doing nothing to help.

Still clothed, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, tugging himself, already painfully hard having being left on edge. He gets on top of you and lines himself up at your entrance.

"If we're going to do this, you have to do everything I tell you." He states.

"Yes. Anything." You promise, saying what he wants you to, desperate for him to fill you up.

"You can't cum until I tell you, okay?" He asks, but it's more of a demand than a question. "No begging either. You do nothing, say nothing. Just let me have my way, and you'd better be fucking grateful for it too. Understand?"

You nod, wanting to show him that you can follow his orders and be quiet.

"Good girl, getting the hang of it already." He smirks, pushing all the way into you with no warning. You moan loudly, refraining from letting a string of profanities escape your mouth, knowing that wouldn't go down well with Alex.

"Oh fuck...you're so wet for me." He groans, already pumping in and out of you mercilessly, unable to control himself. "So tight."

He grabs your thighs and guides your legs around his back, then proceeds to grab your wrists and pin them above your head so that you're completely at his mercy and he can use you however he likes.

Fucking you relentlessly, he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Every time you think he can't go any harder, he does, building you up.

Left breathless, you're sure that even if you wanted, you wouldn't be able to speak. It's all becoming too much, and you're scared of releasing without permission, Alex's obscene moans fuelling you.

You look up at Alex, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open so that you can appreciate the beauty of the man above you. His hair hangs over his face and his lip is caught in between his teeth, muffling his groans.

"Mm, fucking- that's it." He praises you, looking you in the eyes, then lowering his gaze to your breasts. "You're fucking stunning, doll. Beautiful."

You're not sure how much longer you can hold on, and you can't help the plea that fall off your tongue. "Please...I need to-"

You're cut off when one of his hands wraps itself around your neck, gripping tightly, causing you to gasp.

"I told you to be fucking quiet." Alex hisses. "And I were really beginning to think that you were doing a good job."

Having him talk down to you like this while still roughly fucking you is too much, tipping you over the edge. You can't control yourself any longer, and one particularly hard thrust leaves you crying Alex's name as pleasure jolts through you and you cum around him as he blissfully stretches you out. Before you have time to even process what happened, he pulls out of you and stands up.

"I'm sorry," you pant, tears streaming down your face, your make up most definitely ruined.

"I don't care." He snaps. "You can't even follow two simple orders."

Rubbing his hands together, a crease forms on his brow. He's clearly in deep thought as he looks at you, but after mere seconds, he speaks again.

"Turn around." He gesture. "Get on all fours."

He doesn't have to tell you twice. You follow his command, your legs feeling weak, like they can barely hold you up.

He comes up behind you and within mere moments is inside you again, picking up his pace almost straight away.

Just when you think he has let your mistake slip, his palm comes down onto your ass causing you to nearly lose balance.

"You're going to count five ok? Think you can do that?" He sounds impatient when he speaks, like he doubts your ability to follow instructions, so you want to prove him wrong.

"Yes," You answer, panting.

"And you'll thank me every time." He adds, and you nod in response.

Wasting no time, his hand collides with your sore skin yet again, turning you on beyond belief, the pain barely comparable to the immense amounts of pleasure you're feeling.

"One..." You gasp. "Thank you."

Another two slaps, and you thank him both times without fail. All at the same time, he's fucking you ruthlessly from behind, your legs weak, tears streaming down your face.

A fourth slap and his name falls off your tongue, trying to compose yourself. "Four...thank y-"

Before you even have chance to finish thanking him, he spanks you a final time, skin tingling and it takes all your self control to not let go right in that moment.

"Five," you whisper. "Thank you. Thank you."

He briefly strokes your hair comfortingly, contrasting to the way he is moving in and out of you.

"Good girl," you can hear the struggle to hold on in his voice, his words coming out almost as moans. "Taking your punishment so well."

He plants one hand on your hip to keep you still, and the other finds its way to your mouth, giving you two fingers to suck on.

"You're lucky I'm still fucking you. You'd better stay quiet this time," he orders, as you suck greedily on his fingers. "There we go, that's better."

Your body falls almost limp as he carries on fucking you, the only thing keeping you stable being the hand on your hip. Alex fills you perfectly and is hitting a spot from behind that he wasn't previously reaching. It's no surprise that in no time, you're close to the edge again.

"You're doing great, darling." He groans. "Taking it so well."

As opposed to using words, you respond by sucking harder on his fingers, pleased that he's now happy with you, to which he just pushes into you even harder.

"Drooling all round my fingers." He chuckles. "Making a right mess."

Unsure of how much more you can take, you clench around him, and he can clearly tell you're about to come undone.

"You can let go now, doll." He sighs, giving one last push, and your third orgasm tears through your body. You squeeze your eyes shut and cry out his name like a prayer. He holds himself deep inside you, not moving, as you recover from your orgasm.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice now sore.

"Fuck..." he groans. "I need your mouth again."

He pulls out of you and walks around to your face. Without any more of a warning, he grabs your chin and pushes his cock past your lips, forcing it all the way to the back of your throat, and you gag slightly.

"Can you taste yourself on my cock? You were so wet." He states bluntly. "Were making it very hard for me to hold on, darling, squeezing around my cock like that. But I need to see your face when I cum, and with you drooling around my fingers like that, well..."

The filth of his words was incredibly hot, along with the way his accent got so much thicker.

"Finish me off, doll." He demands, gasping for breath when you suddenly start bobbing your head up and down, despite how drained you were feeling, surprised you could even keep yourself upright on all fours. It doesn't take much, since he was so close to coming when he was inside you. All it takes is one last squeeze of your lips around him and his hips buck, pushing deep inside your mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, spilling his hot release, which trickles down your throat and you swallow it all, looking him in the eyes the whole time as his face screws up in pleasure. "Good girl." His hand is gripping your hair, just needing something to hold on to, then pulls out of your mouth.

You're about to relax back onto the sofa when he makes yet another demand. Nevertheless, you're keen to do anything he asks of you if it satisfies him. "Clean me up." He says, nodding down and you see some of his release trickling down his length still. You don't hesitate to run your tongue up the side of his cock, licking up every last bit, proud that you're the one who caused him to cum. Once you're done, he zips his pants back up, and lifts your chin up to look at him, running his thumb over your swollen lips.

"You look like a bit of a mess, if I'm being honest." He scoffs, and you can only imagine what your hair and make up must have looked like. "You'd better get yourself cleaned up before you go back out there...unless you want everyone to know what we were doing?"

He raises his eyebrow at me and grins smugly. "Want everyone to know that you've just been used like a slut. It wouldn't surprise me, doll."

Even though you're left more than fully satisfied, his words do inexplicable things to you.

"Alex..." is all you can manage to whimper pathetically, but he ignores you and heads for the door.

"Thanks for the shag, darling," he laughs, unlocking and opening the door. He looks the complete opposite to what you must: fully clothed and not a hair out of place. "Were better than I expected, actually."

And with that, he's gone. Leaving you to process what the hell just happened.

[specialagentlokitty]

Lucifer x child!reader - laughter

Hello! I'm glad the aaks are open again so I was wondering if you could do one where Lucifer has a nephilim child Reader and brings her to the precinct due to the human babysitter getting sick and he couldn't find anyone else to take her. Just cute fluffy ending with the Reader playing with the police dogs and puppies. - Anon💜

Clinging tightly to lucifer, you frowned as you watched all the humans wonder about and rush to and from.

“I want to go home.” You huffed.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but no can do. Amy is sick.”

“Maze will look after me.”

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head as he sat you on someone’s desk.

Pulling up a chair, he sat in front of you and pulled some snacks out from your bag.

“She’s working too, you know this (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at him and nibbled at the biscuits he handed over to you.

You didn’t want to be at the station while your dad worked, but you also knew he liked working at the station.

“Lucifer.”

You watched as Chloe went to walk past before she stopped and taking a few steps backwards she looked at you in confusion.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hi.” You waved.

She looked between you and lucifer, who in return offered her a large grin.

“Lucifer can i take to you?” She whispered.

“Of course detective. Stay here.”

You watched as Chloe dragged your father into the closest room available. She slammed the door closed and with your heightened hearing you could hear her shouting at him.

She was telling lucifer off for bringing you by the station, saying it wasn’t a suitable place for someone so young.

You got bored of waiting and started to wonder around, walking straight into someone.

“Alright kid, where’s your dad?” Dan sighed.

“Getting told off.”

You took a few steps back and looked up at him with a huge smile on your face.

“Well, let’s take you back to him then.”

Dan held out his hand but you refused to move.

“(Y/N) come on before lucifer starts bringing this place down looking for you.”

He went to pick you up but you dodged him, and he tried again, but once more you shot around him.

“Come on, no powers.” He whispered.

You giggled a little, appearing on his back as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I wanna see the puppies…” you whispered.

“Fine. But let me tell Lucifer and Chloe first.”

You nodded and climbed up him, sitting yourself on his shoulders as he walked the same way you had just wondered from there.

Dan walked over to the door, gently knocking on the door.

“What?!” Chloe hissed.

“Tell lucifer I’m taking (Y/N) to see the dogs.”

“The dogs?” Lucifer asked.

He popped up from behind Chloe and you smiled at him, giving him a wave. He waved back and smiled softly at you.

“Go on, have fun. I’m still getting told off.”

You snickered at him.

“Good luck!”

With that, you and Dan left and he took you down the the kennels.

The dogs barked and yipped excitedly and he walked over to the one furthest away.

Opening the door, he stepped in and you gasped as you looked down.

Jumped from Dans shoulders, you dropped yourself to the floor and laughed loudly as you were surrounded by puppies.

“Maybe we can get into one of the training classes to.” He smiled.

“Really?!”

Dan nodded with a huge smile and slipped out of the cage.

“I’ll give them a call.”

“Thank you!”

With that he wondered away and you grabbed some toys.

You loved the dogs, you loved watching them come and go and you loved playing with the puppies.

You laughed as you tossed their toys about and ruffled their fur and ran around the kennel with them following you.

The door opened and closed again and you looked up.

“Dad!”

Running over, you jumped into his arms and the puppies followed closely behind, jumping at his legs while barking and wagging their tails.

Lucifer laughed, sitting down he sat you next to him and the puppies climbed all over the pair of you.

You were laughing and smiling brightly and Lucifer smiled softly as he listened to you laughing