#lucifer's arms and legs were burned after the fall.

[lesickun]

«Your presence eases my pain»

[\苹果派\]

(Give more glass to the god of glass)

[koolades-world]

Keeping pictures of him as your lock screen <3

Lucifer

it’s a picture of the two of you, dressed up fancy. you're on luci's back, looking over his shoulder down at a puddle and an arm around his neck. lucifer is stepping over said puddle, both of his arms wrapped around your legs

diavolo took the picture since the three of you were going out after a long night at some big fancy party to get ice cream!

since the puddle was very wide and you didn't want to get your outfit wet, luci offered to carry you over! a gentleman

the two of you didn't even realize dia took it and you got the picture the next morning from him

however luci did buy the both of you ice cream with as many toppings as you both wanted

Mammon

it’s a picture of the two of you at the beach. both of you are half in the water and there’s water actively dripping down your bodies. your hair is plastered to your heads. you are smiling widely at the camera, both arms around his waist. mammon, however, looks caught off guard and is looking down at you instead of the camera. he looked oddly happy

after arriving to the beach, you insisted mammon put on sunscreen but he kept running away, insisting he was fine

sunscreen is important! not only to avoid burns but skin cancer! can demons even get skin cancer? anyways you half thought he thought he didn’t need it, half he didn’t want you touching him

to resolve the situation, he decided to dunk the both of you in the water, so now you couldn’t put on sunscreen

asmo took the photo, more than happy to embarrass his older brother. mammon demanded the photo be deleted but after you said you liked it, he stopped

Levi

it's a picture of him, napping on your bed holding his devilswitch. he's asleep on top of the covers with his headphones about to fall of his head. In levi’s hair, there are lots of little sparkly hair clips that looks like butterflies

his room was getting deep cleaned so he needed somewhere else to hide and who better to turn to?

before you had come back to find him like that, you had placed all the clips in his hair and while he complained, he didn’t stop you and continued playing his game

you originally left to make a quick store run for snacks and was out longer than intended due to shenanigans with the other brothers

after taking the picture, you threw a blanket over him incase he got cold and went back to what you were doing previously, waiting for his reaction once he woke up <3

Satan

it’s a picture of the two of you laying out on a blanket that’s laid on in the grass. satan has kisses in lipstick all over his face and he’s laughing, eyes shut. you’re laying basically on top of him, your face squished right next to his to fit in the frame. the lipstick in question is laying next to the two of you, the case catching the light.

he invited you on a picnic he set up and was very cute, but lucifer happened to walk by and throw some off putting comments at satan. obviously he was not happy

you took that picture after giving him a pep talk to give him the boost he needed because you wanted to remember that moment forever. it’s rare to see him so happy

he couldn’t stop giggling the entire time, so you actually reapplied the lipstick and kept going

you always tell him it’s a shame his eye weren’t open during that picture since you love them so much, which makes him flustered everytime. so, you have another picture from the same day as your home screen

Asmo

it’s a picture he might typically post on devilgram. he’s sitting at a table at a cafe with a cute drink with two straws in front of him. the photo is head on so parts of his surroundings are present. one of his hands is up, waving at the camera, but the other is on the table, holding your hand, your fingers intertwined.

he invited you out to this cafe that launched a drink he just had to have! he got the limited item, but he want to make it special by sharing it with you

you insisted it was fine and that you could get something else but he gave you the puppy eyes

he also refused to let go of your hand for the photo so you had to take the photo with one hand

after the photo he complimented you in your photo taking skills, and of course himself for how beautiful he looked. you promptly agreed with him, making him even happier <3

Beel

it’s a photo of the two of you right after beel won a fangoal game! he’s in his uniform and is clearly sweaty. in one arm is the trophy, but in his other is you. you’re sitting on his arm and he’s holding you close to him. you’re pressing a kiss on his cheek, and he looks shocked.

you were rooting for him the entire game especially since this was the championship game. you knew he was going to win but that didn’t stop you from being the loudest voice in the crowd to cheer for him

after his winning goal, and he accepted the trophy, people wanted to take pictures. he refused unless you were allowed to be in them since it was his first big game with you there

you decided to kiss him last minute, but you thought he deserved it

of course another one was taken for official reasons where it was just you two smiling, but Beel promptly found a way to get the first picture to frame it and put it on his bedside table next to a picture of him and belphie

Belphie

it’s a picture of the two of you in a study hall class. other students can be seen in front of and around you, but that table was just the two of you. belphie is asleep, as usual, but he’s laid out in your lap. you’re reading a book for class, with some colorful sticky tabs and a pen sitting next to both of you. your RAD jacket was laid over him and you had a hand under his head

belphie thought study halls were dumb and used it as nap time, which is what he did in most classes, but you actually had work to get done

you had originally wanted to leave annotation for the book for you own use but belphie had decided to cuddle up with you, so that made it hard

when he inevitably fell asleep, you felt bad and put your jacket over him. at some point you absent mindedly started petting his hair

he still claims to this day that was the best he had ever slept

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He Chose You (End)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated Explicit.

(There will be a short epilogue after this, but we’ve basically reached the end! Thank you so much to everyone who read, liked, commented and reblogged this fic! I had so much fun writing it!!!)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

“ADAM!”

Light from below your feet rose, blinding you as the glassy exterior of Heaven’s floor dissolved into nothing. 

     The collective screaming, gasping, shouting made your ears ring. It was so loud that you had no choice but to drop the ax to muffle the sound with your hands. Lucifer called for you, but you could do nothing as your senses became overloaded with the sights, the sounds — the smell and taste of angel blood that you couldn’t describe, though it fizzled on your tongue and made your lips pucker. 

Falling reminded you of diving into the deep end of a pool as everything around you started to dull just as soon as it reached a fever pitch. 

      Adam’s corpse bled out, gold dripping into the firelight that swallowed you up. 

      Sera stood head and shoulders above the rest, shrunken pupils flashing upon you. 

      Thunder rumbled over your skin. 

Your sight returned, revealing a billow of darkened clouds above. Lightening rippled through them here and there, but you found yourself unable to do so much as shiver at the close proximity. Something was keeping you paralyzed, hands still clasped over your ears and legs still stuck flexing as they had when you decapitated Adam. 

     Eyes flitting about, the only things free from the forced stillness, you saw that the light that overtook you had expanded, surrounding you like a forcefield. 

   This wasn’t a fall. Not really. Whatever this was was yanking you down with a strength that rivaled gravity.

You can never come back!

              You can never come back!

                              You can never come back!

Sera’s voice was immediately overtaken by your name, shouted out from above you. 

Feathers thrown in disarray, raining on and all around you before you caught sight of Lucifer racing toward you. The frightening sound of a boom like the aftermath of a bomb dropping followed his propulsion, rattling your bones and shifting the energy that cocooned you. 

      He circled round and round the energy field that you could not escape, until he was right beside you. 

Lucifer slammed himself against the barrier between him and yourself. Determination set in his eyes that were now completely normal, totally focused on getting through to you. 

     You tried to communicate the fear you felt with your eyes. It was steadily consuming you as you remained frozen while color and light changed every few seconds. Everything outside of your comet’s tail was growing darker and harder to define. 

     When darkness swallowed up the Devil, you weren’t able to scream. 

“I got ya!” 

Lucifer’s voice broke through before you saw him, crashing into the barrier once again. The light shattered like glass, but you felt solid arms wrapped around your body. Familiar hands gripped you around the shoulders and back, beneath your frozen wings. 

      You gasped, inhaling greedily. 

The blond took your desperate bid to wrap your arms around his neck and press him as close to you as possible in stride. 

      It was a struggle to speak. “I couldn’t breathe!”

“I know! I know, I know, I remember it being like that.” Lucifer said, hand running through your hair. “But it's gonna be okay! The pain won’t last for too long after you hit the ground.” 

You looked at him with watery eyes, lungs burning. “Oh god, Lucifer. I’m so sorry!” 

You hugged him with renewed vigor, tears streaming upward. He clung onto you with equal if not more fervor. 

      “You’re sorry?” He asked. “What d’you… why?” 

When you pulled away, Lucifer was staring at you in concern. 

“I’m sorry you have to experience this again.” You said. “I didn’t even think about it. I-I-I just, I got so desperate and I just wanted out and I wanted to be with you! I didn’t think—”

The devil instantly shook his head, hand cupping your cheek. “No, no, no. It’s okay, don’t apologize. There’s no reason to—hah…” 

     Lucifer was also in tears, giving you a wobbly smile. “I’d fall every day until the end of time for you.” 

You fell into him then, sobbing in earnest as he kept up with you serenely. You were both careening down through the ether, free falling now that your body had been freed from whatever was initially binding you. And you didn’t have a single thought aside from staying with this perfectly wonderful being that had had the audacity to actually love you. 

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“We’re headed right for the portal.” Lucifer told you eventually. “We’ll pass right through and into Hell.” 

     He kept his hold on you, but you couldn’t help noticing that Lucifer had maneuvered himself to be beneath your body in the order of your descent. 

“Will we hit the ground?” You asked, the image of making an impact on the hard ground coming unbidden. 

The image of Lucifer taking the brunt of the trauma set your heart racing. Your wings twitched. You willed them to start flapping as they had in Heaven but there was only the vaguest feeling of their roots flexing. 

    Fuck’s sake. 

         You felt panic bleeding back into your body again and you fruitlessly attempted to pull Lucifer ‘up’. The King started to speak, but the adrenaline was filling you up. 

“Lou—!”

    A sudden shift from black to red (and warmth, sensation, clouds!) and the sound barrier breaking silenced you.

Lucifer’s full set of wings extended before you, arching back to make a powerful sweep upward before he rolled the both of you right side up again. 

     You were back to clinging onto him, squeaking. You heard him chuckle in your ear at the same time you realized that that powerful force-field of light had disappeared. 

“Sorry sweetie.” Lucifer murmured. “I didn’t mean to scare you!” 

     He hovered in the air with you in his arms, patient as you worked up the courage to pull away and look around. 

     Hell’s sky was a deep, deep red. Clouds of a softer shade floated past, little pinpoints of light that might be stars pricked the sky, and a large black moon sat adjacent to the teeming mass of light that you and Lucifer had just fallen from. 

Below you, slices of angular, beaming light zigzagged in a mildly familiar shape. When your eyes adjusted, it clicked instantly that there was a pentagram poised a little ways from you, and under that…

  The pentagram was bright, but through it shone bright lights from the city underneath. Your eyes widened, taking in the chaotic, clashing architecture of the Pride Ring. It was harrowing and strange, the sounds of screaming and laughter somehow audible in spite of the distance. 

     Amidst the sensory overload you found yourself comparing it to Las Vegas. 

           Lucifer nuzzled your cheek, bringing you back to the present. Head lifting so that you are able to look at him fully, you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Helluva a welcome.” You teased, earning a grin from the blond. 

“Ah!” Lucifer startled when you tugged him bodily in your direction. Your wings fluttered quickly with the return of feeling in your muscles, and you glided back with the Devil in your arms.  

You spun him round, twirling in mid-air, until Lucifer laughed with you. The two of you danced together over the glowing pentagram as though it were a stage.

——

There was no need to further tire yourselves as Lucifer conjured up a shimmering portal into his castle. You could feel the exhaustion of all that had transpired weighing you down before you were led into what would soon become your new home. 

    The opulence and splendor of the Devil’s palace could not be understated. It was gargantuan. His personal restroom alone rose higher than high and would have been roomy enough for everyone that had lived on your floor in the Donner apartment. 

     However, the most you could offer after the day’s events was a drawn-out yawn and a mental note to be amazed at everything later. 

Lucifer half-led, half-dragged you toward one of the sinks in his private bath. He left you only long enough to grab a number of towels and washcloths that piled so high in his arms they obstructed his view. 

      You giggled softly at the sight of rags being rushed over on a pair of short legs, and feebly offered your help. 

Ooh. Not rags — these towels were pure silk. 

The blond positioned you to face him and began to clean you up, scanning your face for any cuts or bruises. You admired him drowsily, trying to do the same. He simply pecked your fingers when they wandered over his cheek, but otherwise stayed focused to tend to you. 

      Silk slid over your face, wiping away the stain of angelic blood from your chin and down the side of your throat. Lucifer passed the cloth over you with utmost care, all while you stared at him silently. 

     It was only when he became aware of your intense staring that you gave into the urge to kiss him again. 

The Devil seemed to have the same idea, mouth already parting for you. Your stomach flip-flopped at the telltale slip of his forked tongue against yours.                    You breathed him in, lips moving against his in between brief inhales, desperate not to part for even one second. 

     Lucifer whined into your mouth, hands rushing to dig into your hips and pull you in. He ran his hands over you, petting at every inch of your body, heavenly wardrobe catching on your hips, over your breasts, around your thighs. It drove you mad, wishing that the damn clothing was off and away. Memories of Lucifer buried inside you, smothering you into the mattress could not compare to the real thing just within reach. 

      You bent over to follow him, teeth clicking against each other as you continued to devour him and his noises. Another whine had you gripping the base of his skull, newly-formed claws digging through his hair. The flush that Lucifer inspired under your skin ran hot; so hot that the feeling of his cold hands against your bare skin shocked you. 

      Glazed-over crimson eyes met yours when you broke away from him abruptly, confused and yearning while you fought to calm yourself down. He too was flushed… in gold. Golden blood. 

“Lucifer…” You swallowed. “We need… we need to get Charlotte…” 

The King hummed, slow on the uptake. But soon his darkened gaze lit up with recognition. 

“Ch… Charlotte!” He exclaimed. “Right! We gotta get our baby!”

You snorted at the theatrics, fondness settling deep down inside your chest. 

———

     Lucifer let you squeeze his hand as tightly as you pleased while the flames licked over you both. You fought not to manhandle him again, wanting to be brave. At least the change from ornate, colossal palace to inside of the old Donner apartment fireplace was over in a flash. 

     The firebox had warped, growing in size until it was large enough for you and Lucifer to walk through. Briefly you wondered why you had never noticed such a thing happening during Lucifer’s countless visits, but perhaps it was a trick that humans didn’t pick up on. 

Or perhaps Lucifer was short enough that the large fireplace hadn’t had to change so much for him alone. 

     (You didn’t know how to feel about being at least a head taller than Lucifer now. It was another thing filed under ‘To Address Later’ in your mind.) 

Mr. And Mrs. Farrow were not waiting for you when you stepped into their home. They were nowhere to be found. 

But a baby’s cry was coming from further back in the apartment. 

     You dashed toward the noise, with Lucifer at your heels. It led you to the outlet where you’d been only once before, and you were happy for small miracles because so much of this unit was unfamiliar to you, courtesy of your desire to avoid the kooks that had initiated you into their bizarre dealings with the literal Prince of Darkness. 

When you arrived at the spare room, it was practically pitch black. Tea candles had been re-lit here and there, but they barely distinguished the silhouettes of two very frantic, knee-high toys-turned-sentient. 

     The little creatures moved like phantoms in the dark. One was steadily pushing the baby bassinet from side to side, attempting to soothe the crying child within. 

The other was levitating at the edge of the bassinet, staring worriedly at the baby, clearly agitated before it realized that someone had entered the room. 

     Your eyes had already adjusted to the dim little room — purposefully avoiding the cot that lay on the opposite side of Charlotte’s cradle. There was no possible way to prepare for seeing your own corpse, if it was still there. You had chosen to banish the possibility from your mind, and hadn’t dared to bring it up to Lucifer lest he grow agitated if the thought hadn’t already occurred to him. 

You focused on the present. On your child. And the goat butlers that your Love had spontaneously breathed life into. 

“You really are alive.” You said softly in awe. 

     The little goat that had been watching Charlotte from above seemed to recognize you. He floated back down, and allowed you to run your hand over his head as you stepped up to the bassinet, momentarily feeling the fuzz of his red fur. His brother followed, and they bowed, both for you and Lucifer as well as out of your way. 

     Had you been less single-minded in getting to your daughter, you might’ve laughed at the look of relief on their faces. Taking care of a newborn without thumbs couldn’t be easy. 

When you pulled back the little curtains of the pram, you felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. 

     Your beautiful baby. Your little Charlotte — she was reaching up, crying to be taken out and held. 

Without a thought, you obliged her. 

“It’s alright. It’s alright now.” You whispered, fingers smoothing over her porcelain forehead. “Mama’s here. Mama’s got you.” 

It was stunning to be able to actually touch your child, caress her soft skin and feel her yellow hair on your fingertips. She was truly like a tiny doll, with two dollops of pale red on either side of her cherubic cheeks. 

     You pushed down the compulsion to cry. Everything has happened so fast that you hadn’t had time to recognize what you would be missing upon your death. If you hadn’t done what you did, you wouldn’t have gotten to hold Charlotte ever again. 

You could feel Lucifer’s presence just behind you before he was at your side, solid and comforting. Whatever regrets you may have entertained about leaving Heaven vanished then and there. 

     Charlotte’s cries were dying down, turning into minute whimpers and hiccups. Her eyes opened in the middle of your slow rocking back and forth, focusing on you. 

You beamed. “Hello baby.” 

    She gurgled, barely a blink before a wide, gummy smile of remembrance animated her formerly tear-stricken face. A laugh stuttered out of you, thick with emotion while Charlotte wiggled in her swaddling blanket. The spade of her tail poked out of the confines and tapped against your forearm with delight. 

Charlotte looked from you to Lucifer as he leaned in, having shuffled around so that he was able to embrace you, Charlotte nestled safe and snug between your bodies. She squealed with happiness, eliciting more laughter. 

“Let’s go home.”

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The List ~Pt. 11 - Compromise~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: In a tense meeting with Lucifer to discuss repayment for saving your life, his request pushes the boundaries of what you were prepared to offer. As the conversation unfolds, more unsettling truths about Alastor's soul contract are revealed. The deal leaves you struggling with the daunting terms of repayment.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery, sassiness, cursing, fluff, actual plot, slow burn, Lucifer is in Hell for a reason, eventual smut, and of course 18+

3.9k Words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 (You're on it!) Part 12

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

“I really don’t think you should be going alone. You’re still weak from -” “I’m fine.” you snap at Alastor, for the hundredth time of the morning. Slamming your book closed, you swing to the edge of the bed. Lucifer’s portal was sure to open any minute now and you still needed to put shoes on. You reach for your heels, but bending at such an angle makes you hiss from the single wound still healing on your lower stomach, “F-fuck - of all places…”

A sigh comes from behind before Alastor appears kneeling in front of you, “Allow me.” He places your foot on his thigh, gently helping set it into the heel. His fingers tease up your leg as presses his lips against your knee, “You still haven’t told me your plans for the King. Should I be worried you will not be returning?” he slides your other heel on, repeating the same erotic affections. 

Your hand combs through his hair before sliding down to hook under his chin, “You think you can be rid of me that easily?” Though playful, there is a hint of seriousness in your voice. Is he actually scared I’d stay with Lucifer after everything? He leans into you, using a hand to brace the back of your head as he lays you back onto the bed. His smile is soft, corners curved under half-lidded eyes. 

If you could freeze this moment you would. Any anxiety or worries seem to disappear when he looks at you like this - holding you like you’re his most precious piece of glass. It’s strange to think such a ruthless demon one day, could look and feel like Heaven the next. Your face flushes feeling his warmth above you, “A-Alastor?”

He flutters the tip of his nose across your cheek and down your neck until his lips press against your collar bone. He breathes you in as if it were the last time he’d take in your scent, “Please come back…” he exhales into your skin, sending a chill down your spine. Your hands cup his face to gently bring his lips back to yours, “I’ll always come back to you.” you breathe before kissing him. A tear falls down your temple from the rush of emotion his embrace gives. I never thought this feeling could be possible…especially with someone like him… Alastor reluctantly pulls away, flashing a smirk, “Maybe I should just leave a reminder for Lucifer -” he dips his head into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze your skin, “Don’t even think about it!” you giggle as you push the demon off before he can take a bite. He scoffs, grabbing at his chest in a dramatic show of being hurt, “How dare you deprive me of such fun, dear.” You playfully smack his shoulder and stand up from the bed. As expected, a round portal appears in the center of the room. Your hand finds Alastor’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” With a half-hearted smile you let go and hop through into a large living room, the portal closing quickly behind you. The second it closes a part of you feels…empty? You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to calm the feeling but it is intense enough to make you queasy. The fuck? I didn’t feel this last time I came here. “Hello? Lucifer?” you call out. The room is dimly lit by candles hanging on the walls. Only a few chairs and small tables sit around you. The air feels different than it does back at the hotel. Colder. “I’ll admit when I said come alone, I half expected him to still try and slip in with you.” a voice says calmly from behind you. Turning you see Lucifer sitting, cross-legged, in a large armchair. His usual ‘dressy’ appearance was replaced by a half-buttoned shirt, rolled sleeves, and bare hooves under his slacks. His relaxed look is surprising but also draws you in. He knew I was coming. If this is him trying to lure me, it isn’t working…okay maybe a little. 

You clear your throat, realizing how dry your mouth suddenly became, “He respects my wishes. I asked him to stay back.” He scoffs at the idea. With one foot (hoof?) he hooks and moves a chair directly in front of him. You take a seat without hesitation. The unsettling sickness burning in your stomach is starting to make you feel hot. Your eyes meet as you shift to cross your own legs, mirroring his position.

“Are you feeling alright? You look like you’re about to pass out.” 

You shake your head, “I - I don’t know. The moment I got here…well honestly it’s probably just nerves. Things got pretty intense yesterday.” He hums through a smirk, “Yeah I suppose it did. Though I would guess by how he acted, you and him have made a very close connection. One that will not traverse the distance of where this palace sits. Your body is probably feeling the effects of being removed from his presence and power.” That’s why he wanted to see me alone - on his own terms. 

You shake out your hands and try to steady your breathing. This plan has to go without issue. Being overly anxious will only hinder that. “You wanted to speak on how I can repay you for helping me. What did you have in mind?” you clasp your hands together over your crossed knees, leaning towards him to appear confident and open. “Well what I want and what you’re willing to give are two vastly different things. I told you already, your power is something unusual for Hell. Comparable to a Heavenborn Angel. And with him it shines even brighter. But I can’t allow such power to grow and threaten the hierarchy of my domain, as I’m sure you can understand.” he leans forward, challenging your space. “I told you, I’m not interest-” “But he is.“ he sneers, “From where I sit, you have two options. The first is you stand by me. You’ll live here and break your connection with him. You were a leader on Earth - and a damned good one from what I saw. Hell would benefit greatly from having you as my right hand.” You feel your throat tighten and your back straightens, “How - How do you know about my life on Earth?”

A dark chuckle leaves his throat matching the grin plastered across his face, “I have my ways. Shame how it all ended for you. Of course, being a lone survivor, it might have driven you mad knowing you lost everyone who ever meant anything to you. Knowing you couldn’t save any of them.” “Stop.” you whisper through your teeth. 

His smile widens, “Do you still mourn for them? Or do you envy them? They obviously were taken in with open arms to Heaven yet here you are, suffering in the pits of Hell.” 

You bolt up from your chair, “Fuck! Enough! What are you trying to get at!?” Your teary eyes glare down at his smug expression. He wanted to get a rise out of you and knew exactly which buttons to press. 

“You have a chance to save souls here. To help Charlie. To keep the most vile of demons from harming - ” You slam your hands against the arms of his chair, caging his body under yours, “Cut the ‘all mighty’ shit. You don’t actually care about those sinners and their souls. You only care to protect Charlie and your precious rule. So option one isn’t an option. Next.” your voice cuts sharply through the room, echoing off the walls.

His eyes wander your face. You start to feel the heat of frustration burning under your cheeks and neck. The once smug smile on Lucifer’s face drops to a dark glare, “You plan on helping release him from his contract, don’t you?” Is that rage I hear boiling? If he’s already pissed I’m not going to hold back.

“Does the idea of his freedom scare you, your Highness? Do you fear his full power and what I can help him achieve?” you hiss, moving close enough to see his hair flutter under your breath. He should be irate by now. His ego has taken enough hits to push him over the edge from such disrespectful behavior of a sinner. So why is he looking at me with admiration?

His fingers trace up your jaw and hook behind your neck. Your heart jumps into your throat at his sudden warmth. Keeping his hold, he slowly stands from his chair. Though infamously teased to be a ‘short king’ by those around the hotel, he still held a few inches over you, and right now you felt like a mere ant under his gaze. “Fiery, strong, dauntless. It appears he has a type, as do I. It’s just unfortunate he’s now fooled a woman of such power for a second time.” he whispers. The heart which pounded in your throat plummets into your stomach. He hums disapprovingly, “He still hasn’t told you everything, has he?” You shake your head, unease creeping up your spine. 

He tightens his fingers around you, silently commanding your attention to remain on him. His other hand moves to rest in the same place on the opposite side. “He fooled her a long time ago. She watched his sudden rise over the sinners in the city. He smoothly talked his way into making her believe he had the same aspirations, that he’d help her in the rise of Hell. She knew with the boost of her power, he could overthrow me and encouraged it, thinking I had lost my ability to be the ruthless leader she wanted me to be.” Your legs grow weak. You feel yourself stumble back into your chair. He follows you closely, kneeling to not break his hold or the locked in stare he has on you. “She learned he wanted Hell all to himself. He lied and played her like a pawn in his sick game. She used her influence over the most powerful of demons to corner him, nearly tearing his soul apart and making him beg for his life. He agreed to a soul contract to save himself and his power.”

An involuntary deep breath makes your chest heave. Your mind races, unsure how much you should believe. Is he so prideful he would fabricate such a story to persuade you to his side? There’s bound to be some truth but how much? He notices your reeling behind clouded eyes, “When they both disappeared I just assumed they ran off together to plan their overtaking of Hell but, when he returned without her…I didn’t know what to think. At least until he showed up on Charlie’s doorstep offering his help. That’s when I knew she sent him, like a dog, to keep an eye on things. But now he has you. His second chance to finish what he started.”

You shake your head and try to speak but your voice comes out as a mere squeak, “He’s changed. He cares about Char-” “He only cares about himself.” he whispers with confidence, “Once he’s free he will waste no time in getting rid of Charlie…and enslaving you to maintain power.” His words make tears build behind your eyes. You fight to keep them there, wanting to still go through with your initial plan. You can’t lose composure now. Your shoulders pull back and you stiffen your neck in an attempt to hide the walls shattering in your head, “Then what is my second option?” Lucifer retracts his hands from your face and rests them on your knees. His beautiful angelic features harden. You watch the corner of his mouth twitch as if trying to hold back a smile and his eyes begin to take on a red hue. There’s the Devil I’ve been looking for. “I cannot touch him right now due to the terms of his contract with Lilith. And God forbid I harm Charlie’s precious hotelier. It would be quite the controversy for me, the King, to put such blood on my hands. But you…” he finally allows his toothy smile to widen, “...you can take care of him with ease. He trusts you, allows you closer than anyone. And no one would question an Overlord taking out competition.” 

“W-What do you mean? You want me to do your dirty work?” you play dumb, knowing damn well what he was asking. It is exactly what you expected from him. He rubs circles on the inside of your knees, attempting to be soothing but his touch only makes your skin burn under the fabric of your pants. “You’re indebted to me. And if you will not join me, I believe a deal for mine and Charlie’s safety is only fair. You keep that demon of yours under control…or you will end him. Simple as that.” You keep your eyes down mulling over his offer. Your fingers find his hand and trace the lines in his palm, “And if I do neither?” you say plainly and snap back to his face, relishing in the devious flash in his eyes. 

“You know what happens if you go against such a deal. In the end, he is either kept under control or dies…otherwise your soul will be shredded in his place. He is strong, but without extra help, his power is limited. Lilith will not help him. And if your soul is destroyed, well…he can’t use you any further, either.”

Okay slightly different deal than initially planned. “And if I refuse this deal all together?” He moves closer to you, forcing himself between your legs. You feel his lips glide over your neck and to your ear, “If you wish to return to your precious demon and hotel, you will make this deal. I will keep you here for as long as it takes to - “ his hands move up your thighs and dig into your hips, “ - persuade you. Your choice.” Shit shit shit shit, I didn’t plan on being backed into a corner.

“No -” You stand abruptly, nearly knocking the King over. He recovers and stands over you annoyed by the brash response. “No?” he mocks before slowly wrapping his hand around your throat. There isn’t pressure but he uses his hold to push you back, staring like a lion about to pounce. You follow his guidance until backing into a wall. A whimper leaves you from the sudden thud. “Then you will remain here, like a pet. I still get what I want - you’re somewhere he can never find you. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn to love me as much as you claim to love him.” his grip tightens as he leans his body into you. He presses his lips forcefully against your head then hovers them above yours, “What is your choice dear?” he breathes. You shove him away, “Fine. I will make sure he doesn’t become a threat to you or Charlie.” you hold your hand out to seal the deal. He hesitates but takes a step towards you, “And you will ensure he doesn’t become too powerful - or you will kill him. And if you fail…well…it would be a shame for such a beautiful soul like yours to be sacrificed for someone so vile.” He takes your hand as his horns burst through his skull and fire starts to surround him. Fuck this is bad. “D-deal.”

A bright red light flashes from your entwined hands and radiates throughout the room. Large red chains burst from the floor to wrap around your wrists. Another tightly winds around your neck, the immense weight makes you stumble in place. The entire room seems to shake and crack with rays of pink and red from the sheer power between you. I should have guessed a deal with the Devil would be stronger than anything.

After a moment, the chains dissipate into thin air and the room gradually dims. You drop Lucifer’s hand, “I want to leave. Now.” you command loudly, holding back tears once again. He puffs out his chest and bows dramatically, “As you wish, my dear.” A portal opens to your right but before you can step through a hand catches your arm, his voice returning to its honey smooth tone “Please - at least think on my first offer. This doesn’t have to end in death. If you choose to stand by me, I will break the contract.” He yanks your body back into his. You look up to see his eyes back to their dull yellow, wide and pleading, and - are those tears? “Don’t make the same mistakes she did.” his voice breaks before placing a kiss on your cheek and pushing you backwards through the portal. 

The moment you feel your back hit the wooden floor of your room the portal closes. You lay completely still for a moment, ensuring no one was around, before covering your face to release the built up sobs you’ve kept in your throat. No, this is okay. This will work. I have to have trust in him. I have to maintain trust in us. Rule #4 T̴̡͗ǘ̴͚ṟ̵͒n̸̛̤ ̵̫̿y̷̢̍ỏ̷̭ȕ̷͕r̶̥̾ ̶̫̃w̴̗͊e̴̊ͅa̵̘͠ḱ̴̢n̸͕̒e̷̯̒s̴̠̏s̷͖̿ ̵͍̏ī̴͇n̴̊ͅṭ̸̔ö̴̼́ ̸̥̏s̵͓͛ẗ̴̖́ṛ̵͘e̷̗͑n̸̯̿g̷̣̑t̴̪̀ḩ̶̈́ Tears flood your face through muffled wails. For once you’re grateful Alastor isn’t in the room - isn’t there to bear witness to your pathetic display.

You knew someone owned Alastor’s soul. You knew Lucifer would ask you to kill Alastor, or at least keep him from becoming too powerful. You knew he would fight to force the deal.  So why do you now feel like you’ve made the biggest mistake? Going in you had the idea Alastor would do anything for you. He promised to give you his soul in return for breaking his chains. But if he had the gall to do this to Lilith…who is to say he isn’t trying to fool me as well? All for the sake of getting what he wants. Did he make her fall in love with him too? Did he say the same things -

“What happened!?” a distressed voice pulls you back to the room. Between crying and being lost in thought you didn’t hear the Radio Demon make his way into the room. You don’t move at his question. He looks down to you and offers a hand which you ignore. “Is this any different than before?” the words squeak out through your silent cries. Any filter you have had in the past is gone. You want answers and right now, you didn’t care how insane you sounded. Alastor cocks an eyebrow, hand still reaching for you, “W-What are you talking about dear? Why are you on the floor? Did he hurt - “ “Lilith…did you tell her the same things you’ve told me…did you pretend to love her just to use her?” Your voice is hoarse and airy. Through your tears you see him open his mouth but no words come out. You wipe your face once more and sit up to bring your knees to your chest. “He told me everything, Alastor. Or at least what he thought would turn me against you. And I won’t lie, he was pretty convincing.” He takes a long, shaky breath as his cane and jacket are tossed to the bed. You feel him kneel next to you, his large hand stroking your hair, “You know I cannot tell you the terms of my contract. I have told you before, I’ve never been what most consider a ‘good man’. I’ve enacted heinous things for the sake of entertainment and committed even worse atrocities to get what I wanted. Both in this life and the last. She was no exception.” His voice is eerily calm, not a hint of emotion in his words. 

The tears you thought would never stop suddenly go dry. Any sign of emotion leaves your face. You slide your knees under you and turn to look at him face to face. He physically recoils seeing the instant switch of your demeanor. The Radio Demon always made it a point to appear fearless and would never let anyone think otherwise. But right now he looks at you, wide eyed, as if you have the power to shatter him completely. Good, he needs to know how serious this is…Rule #2: D̴̩̈́ǫ̶͂n̷̞̈́’̴̈ͅt̵̋͜ ̵̳͆b̴̹̕e̷̤͝ ̶̥̑a̷̯̅f̷̫͊r̴̖̾a̶̳͒i̷̫͗d̶̛̥ ̴̢̂ṱ̷͊o̵̦̔ ̷̘̒s̷͖̕h̶̭̎ó̶͉w̵̨̌ ̵̘̄y̶̑͜o̸̭̓ụ̸͠r̴̟͗ ̷͖̊p̷̩̄o̴̯͒w̶̭̿e̸͉̽r̵͍̓

“You lied and used her for your own gain. In doing so you paid the price with your soul. Do the same to me, and you will lose more than that.” Your eyes darken to him with your sharp words. Could I really kill him? If he hurt Charlie? If he hurt me? Rule #3:K̷̩͝e̸͎̎ḙ̸̚p̷̯̋ ̷̻͗t̸̪̑h̵̞̎o̸̖͝s̵̭͗e̵͔͋ ̸͜͝ÿ̸̥ŏ̵͉ű̴̢ ̶̭̀l̸̞̾ŏ̷̲ṽ̵͉e̷̯͝ ̷͈͝c̶͔̑l̵̛͚o̸͕͆s̸̩̐ẻ̵̼  “I might have chosen to trust you but I did not choose to love you. That was out of my control. The only thing I can control is our future here. We either play by his rules or one of us will burn.” There is only one true option on who that will be. I just hope I don’t have to make that decision. He stares at you, speechless. Seeing such a cold side to someone who never emitted anything but warmth was jarring. It finally clicks what this is all about. You watch the fear creep across his face, “You made a soul deal with him?” he asks barely audible through his quickening breath.

“He wouldn’t have let me come back if I hadn’t. I made a promise to you, didn’t -” His arms fling around you before you can finish, nearly knocking all the air out of your lungs. He clings desperately to you and buries his face into your neck, “I won’t let him take you from me. I don’t care about the conditions. I will find a way to free you of him.” he mumbles into your skin. You press a kiss to his temple, “I fear there isn’t a way out of this one dear. Not without consequence.” 

“But I made a deal with -”

He is interrupted by a loud knock at the door. Angel pops his head in apprehensively, “Hey uh - Charlie has something she wants to show everyone. It’s about the Exorcists. S’pretty important.” 

You call back to him, “Thank you, we will be right down.” Your attention turns back to Alastor who now stands over you, jacket back on and cane in hand, “This situation will unfortunately have to be put aside. Right now we need to focus on how to handle the upcoming fight with Heaven. And you have much to catch up on.” He helps pull you back to your feet and offers his arm, “Shall we?”

You roll your eyes but take his arm to head downstairs. Though the deal weighs heavily on your shoulders, he is right. With only a few weeks before Extermination Day, you’re going to need all your wit and strength to prepare for the battle to come. For now, you can only hold onto hope that he won’t force your hand in following through with your deal.

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Hello, can I get a Hazbin Crew reaction to seeing Sam or Earving/Black Noir participating in the Turf War or the battle with the exorcists in The show must go?

A/n: I choose Sam. Sam is protective of both Husk and Alastor- don't ask how. PART ONE PART TWO

!!!NOT PROOFREAD!!!

After you had trained with Carmila for a while and Roise had let her people help fight, the extermination was here. For the first time, you were a bit scared. But for your friends not you. You were ready to defend your friends with your life.

Soon the sky opened up and exorcists flooded out, Adam and Lute were leading. After a fair amount of exorcists got close Alastor put up a shield.

You transformed into your monster form. Stitched mouth as wide open as it could be. You held multiple Angelic spears as you slaughtered countless exorcists who dared get close to your friends.

Right as you and your friends got confident that you had a chance Adam punched the shield, making it disappear. Shit. You guys still had an angelic weapon though- you could still win this. Right?

You saw Adam fly to Alastor. You had no clue what to do. It was thee Adam. You didn't want to leave Alastor alone to deal with him, but you didn't want to abandon your other friends to deal with the hundreds of exorcists.

You decided to stay down, hoping he could fight back. On your battlefield, you and your friends were slaughtering the angels easier than you'd think.

You couldn't tell if hours or minutes had passed when you saw Sir Pentious's ship fly towards Adam. Then get destroyed. You stood in shock. Charlie called upon her goat bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle. They came down, turned into their monster forms, and then let the women hop onto them.

But Dazzle was quickly stabbed by Lute causing them to fall. Shit shit shit. You quickly rushed into the hotel where they fell. As soon as you got in you tackled Lute. But you were running on pure adrenaline which was causing you to blunder. Which resulted in Lute being able to overpower and pin you. She grabbed her spear and stabbed it into your arm and you screamed.

Vaggie pulled Lute off of you and threw her to the ground. "You can't even find it in yourself to spare a child." Vaggie's voice had no emotion but was clearly full of hatred.

You pushed yourself up with your good arm. There were bits of shattered glass on the floor. You grabbed a large shard. It dug into your skin but you pushed through and stabbed it into Lute's hand just as she did to you with her spear.

The exorcist snarled and tried to move but Vaggie kept her pinned down. There was a loud scream. Charlie. You and Vaggie looked at each other then Lute. You and Vaggie nodded at each other, and then you ran off to the top of the roof.

By the time you got there, you saw Adam strangling Charlie only to get punched by Lucifer. Despite that, your blood boiled at Adam. It burned hotter when you noticed the lack of Alastor. You were injured and young. It would be stupid to attack Adam.

But when it came to defending your friends you never thought things through.

You rushed toward Adam. He was getting up and since your arms were injured you kicked him in the exposed side of his face.

"Oh- fuck you little shit!" Adam grumbled and grabbed your leg. He threw you back making your head collide with the sign sending searing pain through your skull. Your vision swam but you couldn't give up. Before you could try to attack Adam again Lucifer had thrown him off you.

You hoped that Lucifer could deal with Adam as you descended. In your mind, you wanted to help your friends on the ground floor but your heart knew you couldn't. It just felt like it would be better to pass out on a couch.

That dream was smashed with the Hotel. The hotel collapsing sent just enough adrenaline through you to get out without being crushed.

Every time you saw Lucifer he seemed to be beating Adam in some new way. This time was no different. You couldn't make out words as we were dazed but he let Adam live for some reason.

No. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to show off your power and leave without a scratch, everyone being even more amazed by you. Your friends unscathed. And anyone who managed to hurt your friends would die.

So you managed to get your way over to Adam at the same time as a certain maid. Both of you pounced on him, her with a knife and you with just your bear fists.

"Nifty, Y/n!?" Charlie sounded shocked and you didn't let up on getting your rage out until you felt weak. The blood loss caught up to you as your adrenaline wore off and you passed out. You woke up in a much nicer hotel in a room covered in Halloween decorations.

A/N; OMG ITS DONE. Having ADHD and writing an almost thousand-word fic that involves mainly fighting scenes when you don't know how to write fighting scenes takes a bit. I hope it's ok it's a bit all over the place.

[solomams]

22. Fallen angel

I wasn’t sure what to do for today’s prompt! But here I am. I had to re-read some OG lessons, so definitely be aware of spoilers if you haven’t read them. Specifically past lesson 76 in OG because what happened in there lives rent free in my brain.

This is just me having fun, and tying the story to my silly lil poly ship - Mammon/Solomon/Paula (my mc). This fic is in Mammon’s POV. Enjoy? Prompt list by @obeymetournaments !!

“And in the end, I’d do it all again” - The Kids Aren’t Alright by Fall Out Boy

Mammon’s body had never ached as much as it did right now. The air whipped around him, as he grasped at nothing.

He could see feathers in the air around him, his wings no longer heavy on his back. Soft cloth instead replaced with leather in an instant.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know where everyone else was.

All he knew was that he was falling, and the clouds were getting further and further away.

He’d like to believe that was the only cause for his blurry vision, but the wetness against his cheeks and burning of his eyes said otherwise.

He didn’t know how long he fell for, or when he had hit solid ground again. All he knew was that moving around may become his biggest regret, it was dark, and Lucifer was standing above him.

No longer dressed in white and shining, but instead cloaked in black, unfamiliar horns taking the place of the halo he knew so well.

He thought he could hear voices calling him, but he didn’t get to find out before his vision went black once more.

——-

Mammon grumbled, having stopped squirming long ago after accepting his fate. Thick ropes dug against his skin, even through his clothes they were uncomfortable.

“Damn Lucifer. I told him I was gonna handle it…”

He was alerted by the sound of shoes stepping onto the stairs, and he mentally prepared to either beg or be messed with more.

“Paula?”

That was the last person he was expecting to see.

“So, what did you do this time?”

”I didn’t do nothing-“

Narrowed eyes had him cutting off his own voice. He huffed, avoiding the subject.

”Ain’t ya supposed to be out with the others?”

”Told ‘em I felt sick,” Paula shrugged as she picked up his sunglasses that had fallen. She placed them over her own glasses, or attempted to. They sat crooked.

Mammon ignored the way his chest squeezed at the sight. He studied her instead as she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a yellow pocket knife.

“W-What are ya doin’ with that- Paula, that’s sharp-“

”Don’t squirm, dummy, I’m trying to cut this without cutting you. And I can’t do that if you’re wiggling around. Trust me for once.”

Mammon went still, and quiet. He did trust her. More than he could admit, or would want to.

”Ya don’t look sick.”

”Mmm. Maybe I just missed you around. Maybe my feet were hurting. I’ll let you believe what you want.”

Mammon’s face grew hot and he couldn’t stop the soft growl from leaving his throat. Leave it to Paula to say things that made his head spin. Or maybe it was all the blood that had rushed there.

Still, she had a slight flush to her cheeks as wel after saying that. Had she meant it? She said flirty things like that with Asmo all the time.

“When did you get a knife?”

”Today actually. I was tired of untying knots to get you down.”

”Ya got that, just so you could get me down? Is that why it’s yellow?” Mammon smirked at her. He couldn’t help himself.

Now it was her turn to snarl at him. Her ears turned such a bright shade of red, Mammon found it comical. It could rival Lucifer’s nail polish.

”I could leave you here, y’know.”

”Yeah, then your little knife would be useless. Besides, you’re still cutting my ropes as you say that.”

”Dumbass.”

”Human.”

Once Mammon’s arms were free, he worked on untying the knots around his legs while Paula hacked away at other pieces. It wasn’t long before he was finally free, falling into a heap but back on solid ground.

“Damn, I think falling from the Celestial Realm hurt less than that.”

He stretched, hearing some joints protest after being in the same position so long. He ruffled Paula’s hair, even as she protested. The way she pouted at him made it all worth it.

“…Can you still remember when you fell?” Paula asked him timidly, but curiously. She had stopped holding back with asking him things a while ago. Her curiosity always won. And Mammon was happy to be useful, if he could answer that is.

”Yeah. Unfortunately, fortunately, whatever. Sometimes I get nightmares about it, but not so much anymore…”

Paula looked away. She knew what nightmares were occupying him nowadays. The same one’s that haunted her.

“Hey. Don’t look all sad, and don’t feel bad for askin’, hear me? It’s in the past. I wouldn’t change it.”

And he wasn’t lying, He wouldn’t change it.

——-

”I know what’s goin’ on here! You’re all tryin’ to mess with me, aren’t ya? That’s gotta be it!

”Anyway, you. Take Asmo and Levi back to the House of-“

”I’m afraid there might not be time for that.”

”Solomon! You came!”

“I did. So, can any of you remember his name? Paula, how about you?”

Mammon swore his head head had never whipped around faster. He stared at Paula, holding his breath to hear her response. Mammon. Mams. Mammoney. He would take anything.

But she just stared at him with her head tilted, and her brows furrowed like when she was trying to solve a difficult problem. He watched her hand as it began to fiddle with her necklace- the necklace he gave her. It was what she did when she was nervouis.

She could see the pleading in his eyes. She tried to remember, but nothing felt right. She didn’t want to disappoint him. It was like it was on the tip of her tongue.

”Dammon!”

”C’mon, what was THAT?!”

Mammon may have been hurt, but the way Paula's shoulders slumped and the look she gave him kept his mouth shut from saying anything else. She looked like a kicked puppy.

"Ma...My love?" She tried again, the smile on her face not reaching her eyes. Hesitant. Waiting. Not wrong, but not what he wanted to hear, needed to hear.

Still, he smiled at her and nodded. It was close enough. He'd take it.

——-

”Sorry… what was your name again?”

”What the…?! C’MON!”

”Don’t feel bad, Simeon. No one seems to be able to remember Mammon’s name now other than me.”

”You need to do somethin’ about this! Right now!”

Solomon simply smiled at him and reached his hand out, brushing his fingers against Mammon’s cheek affectionately. Mammon blushed, doing his best to glare at the sorcerer. It was unfair that his touch could calm him down so easily. Such a small action but it somewhat eased the ache in his chest as he watched his boyfriend mingle with the others.

He was glad someone remembered him, but he needed Solomon to do something about this right now. He didn’t like this, didn’t like that everyone was slowly forgetting him. Even Paula. Especially Paula.

Naturally, his gaze drifted to her. He missed the way she’d tease him when she caught him staring. Now she looked frustrated every time their eyes met, the smile falling from her face. He moved closer to her, pulling her away from the others.

”Oi.”

”…Hey.”

”Not even gonna try, huh?”

”Don’t wanna hurt your feelings when I get it wrong.”

She couldn’t meet his eyes. That wouldn’t do. Mammon poked her cheek.

”Ignoring me ain’t much better, is it?”

”…Sorry.” Paula mumbled sheepishly, the tips of her ears turning red. He missed that reaction.

“Mammon. It’s The Great Mammon to ya. Make sure it sticks to your brain this time, eh?” He smirked, slinging an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. Bracing himself for her to pull away. He didn’t know if all she had forgotten was his name.

Paula didn’t pull away. She stiffened up as she always did when people were around, but she didn’t pull away. It took her a second, but she wrapped herself around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

Now Mammon was the one freezing up. He hadn’t prepared for this reaction. He went to say something, but stopped when he heard her mumble.

”What? Ya know I c-can’t hear if you’re hiding your f-face like that.”

”Home. You feel like home, even if I don’t remember your name.”

”Shut the hell up. J-Just remember my name, and we’re golden, a-alright? Save that for when we’re alone, dumbass.”

”Hm. Okay….Mammon.”

——-

Mammon and Paula sat next to each other on his bed - the guest bed - after she said she wasn’t done partying for the night. He had one hand on her knee, covering one of her hand’s with his own.

“So, you can see me, right? I’m completely visible and stuff? Do you remember my name?

”…What was it again?”

Mammon felt his blood run cold, his heart squeezing, until he saw the mischievous glint in Paula’s eyes.

“Hey, quit jokin’ around! Seriously, that’s not cool! Anyway, um… I gotta say, I’m glad I’m back to normal. ‘Cause there was a lot I couldn’t do in that state. Like, y’know, kiss…”

Paula raised an eyebrow at him, the corner of her mouth tilting up in a lopsided smile. He missed that look. He was about to comment as much, before he felt soft lips press against his own, and a hand cupping the back of his neck.

“…Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I was tryin’ to get you to do that or anything… Still though, it’s a pretty good way to make sure that I really am visible, right?”

”Hm…”

”Don’t stop now, Paula. I want to be REALLY sure…”

They were both startled by a knock on the door. They both turned to look, relaxing as they saw familiar silvery hair.

”I hope you both haven’t forgotten about me. I wasn’t the one sucked into a black crevasse, now was I?”

Solomon stepped into the room, draping his cape over a chair before approaching the bed. He cupped Mammon’s face, pressing his forehead against the demon’s.

”I have to admit, I missed seeing your face towards the end there.”

”Of course ya did. I-I mean, who wouldn’t?” Mammon scoffed, rolling his eyes and grumbling. Even as his hand found Solomon’s wrist and gripped it, even as he nuzzled into his hand.

Though he would never admit it. And no one pointed it out. They were just glad to have Mammon back.

It wasn’t long before they ended up in a pile of limbs, pressed close against each other, with Mammon in the middle. Paula had curled up against his chest, ear pressed against him to hear his heartbeat. And Solomon was curled against his side, chin resting on his shoulder and a hand stroking his hair.

“Ya both really missed me, huh?”

”Yes.”

Mammon’s face burned at the two quick and simultaneous replies. He huffed, rolling his eyes, but staying silent. He missed them too. Maybe he should become invisible again if it meant attention like this.

——-

“Mammon, wake up-“

”Darling, you’re dreaming-“

Mammon gasped for breath, sitting up with a start and jostling the two people on either side of him. He heard a thud and a yelp, or he thought he did, but he was too busy trying to focus.

”Hey, you’re alright.”

He felt a cold hand slip into his own, and a hand cupping his cheek. Where..? Falling. All he remembered-

“You’re in my bedroom, Mammon, you’re okay. Feel my heartbeat? Focus on that.”

A warm hand grasped his own before he felt a steady thumpthumpthump under his palm.

Not in pain. Not wounded. He was okay. He opened his eyes and blinked groggily, making out two concerned faces. He leaned into the cold touch.

”Awake now?” An amused voice asked him. Warm.

”My, my, must have been a bad dream if you flung Paula off so hard she hit her head.”

Mammon grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah… When I fell. Was dreaming about that.”

”I’m sorry…“

”That would explain the thrashing then…“

Mammon shrugged, stretching and losing the cold and the warm touch at the same time, He rubbed at his eyes, managing a sleepy grin.

“‘S alright. I wouldn’t have you both if I hadn’t fallen. So, I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t change it for nothin, ya hear me? It was worth it. I’d fall again and again for you both, or whatever.”

There was a beat of silence as the two humans processed his words. He was always more truthful when groggy. Solomon and Paula both exchanged smiles, before tackling Mammon against the bed.

“OI- DON’T CRUSH ME DAMN IT!”

“Dumbass. Idiot. I love you.”

”Agreed. I love you as well.”

”Tch… Love you both too…”

Falling really had been terrifying, following without hesitation. But he would do it in a heartbeat for more moments like this. The pain from back then couldn’t compare to the love he had now. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Note: hi it's three am when I finished this. I am eepy. My poly ship lives rent free in my brain sorry. I'm not sure what this was. But it's here. Okay good night.

[moonlightstar27]

Let me sleep~

Summary: You can’t sleep after having a bad dream so you bug Belphegor till he’s had enough and made you fall asleep

Contains: Cowgirl, pussy eating, cock warming, fluff, reader asking questions that won’t make sense

You can’t sleep. Not after that horrid nightmare you had just now. You had a little to no little with in the room you laid you head in, it might have something to do with it being night, but you can’t sleep. Not without someone help you go back to sleep. You walked out you room and head up the stairs to Belphegors bed. You thought of it as a bd idea but you needed him and only him.

You lifted up the covers and slipped under and cuddled up to him, but it didn’t go unnoticed, “MC? What are you doing in my room….And in my bed of all things.” You told him about the nightmare you had but her just chuckled at you. “You had a nightmare and came running to me? You think I’m special?” You nodded you head and hugged him close to you, thinking you’d be fine you’d close you eyes trying to sleep.

.

..

…

….

Shit.

You tosses and turned trying to find a way to sleep but can’t you faced the back of Belphegor’s back and started to speak up. “Belpie, you up?” No response. “Hey I have. Question, do you guys ever eat random items you’d find? Or become a sea house for star fish?” Still nothing from him, this should’ve given you the sign that he was awake but you kept going. Asking him more and more questions.

“Do you ever look at the stars and wonder if you could eat them whole? Or maybe you stuck on a sour lollipop cause you’re really hungry?” The bed had shifted and you’re meet with his burning purple eyes. “You sound like fucking Mammon, shut up.”

“But i can’t I’m not sleepy and i have so many more questions to ask you” you turn your body towards him and poke at his back. “Come on Belphie, answer my questions.” He groaned in annoyance and turned to looks you dead in the face. “There’s two things things that I hate in this world Lucifer, and people getting in the way of my sleep.” He shifted over on top of you, pinning your arms down.

“I’ll take care of you going to sleep till you can’t take any more and pass out~” Belpheger slides under the covers to where you’re shorts are, and unties the drawstring and slides your panties down. “B-belphie! What are you doing?” He doesn’t take his time and starts eating your pussy, very slowly.

Even with out him being seen you can hear the lewd noises coming from the covers the hard sucking from his mouth on your clit is pleasing you so much. You gently his hair and softly going his face on your clit, spreading your legs for him to get in there. “Fuck, you tasty so good for an annoying person. But I want more.” Belphie then lifted you up on his shoulders and started sucking faster.

You moaned out at the fast attack on your clit, what made it worse was that he started to finger you. You felt your orgasm come in fast and hard. Your legs wrapped around his head as your orgasm came crushing down hard on his face, he happily drank it down. For some reason you felted sleepy after that, and drifted into slumber.

Hours passed since and you felt the sun on your skin, slowly opening your eyes you were meet with the sun… And something in you. You move your head down to see what it is, your panties were still off and what was in place of it was Belphies cock. It’s so filling you can’t believe its in you. “Mmmm MC stay still your so warm~” Belphie grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer, putting you deeper on his cock. A moan lefted both of you mouths. “Belphie~ Stop teasing me like this.” He let out a small chuckle and lift you on top of him and bounced you on and off of his cock at a slow paced, slowly rocking back and forth “Damn, M-mc you feel so good.” He whimpers as you bounce on him a little bit faster now, he’s trying to match your pace but he can’t he’s lost in the pleasure.

He flipped the both of you over and started pounding in you leaving your legs within the air, you grip onto his backs for support and to push him in deeper to hit all the Right places, both of your highs are close and you it now. You close the space between you and him and kiss him softly, you feel his hands on your ass as he lifts you closer and have one more thrust into you and cums deep within you.

“F-fuck~ MC that was… Amazing.” He held on you as he laid back on to the bed. You both were out of breath, but you wanted a little bit more of him. “Hey, Belphie, are you up for a round 3?” Silent, it was quiet. He went back to sleep. Maybe you should too. After all you got him mad once, you don’t wish to get him mad once more…. Or do you~

[farter-imperator]

It's 2am, have a 678 word ficlet about Cumulus riding Dew's tdick.

"Oh, fuck…"

A soft, melodic whine rang out around Dew's bedroom. 

"S-Shit." Was the responding grunt. "Didn't think I'd…" 

"But you did." Cumulus giggled. 

She was above Dew, her hands rested on his shoulders as he laid back on the bed. She was seated on his lap, sitting still for the moment. 

They'd been teasing each other for hours, and they'd finally had enough of skirting around it. Especially when Cumulus had held Dew's cock between two fingers and murmured so sweetly that it looked big enough for her to ride now. 

And that's exactly what she was doing. 

Although Dew's cock was only a few inches long, it was thick. Gorgeous, Cumulus had said. 

"Do you want me to move?" She asked softly, though both of them were still in slightly stunned silence over the fact that Dew's cock was actually in her. 

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah, Lus. C'mon." Dew groaned. He reached down, giving her ass a slap of encouragement. "Ride it." 

That was all the encouragement Cumulus needed. She started off by grinding, rolling her hips in wide circles, a sadistic smile on her lips any time she felt Dew's cock pulse inside of her. 

"Mmh, fuck, Dewy…" Cumulus moaned, letting her head fall back, her platinum curls cascading down her spine. "You feel so good…" 

"Never thought I'd be in you." He admitted, gripping a handful of her thigh and kneading it. He rolled his hips to match hers, causing them both to gasp. "Fffffuck. Take it, Lus… *

"You feel better than Aether." Cumulus breathed, her hips bucking against Dew's mons. "Better than Mountain, too. All- all this time, I've been settling for them and you've been right here, honey." 

"Belial… Really? You think I'm better than Aeth and Mounty?" Dew sat up slightly, resting on his forearms. "You're not just saying that?" 

"I'm not just saying that." Cumulus promised. She leaned down, pressing her lips to Dew's as she moved from rolling her hips to instead bouncing on his cock. Again, the pair moaned in unison, muffled by their kiss. 

Dew was the first to pull away. He needed to watch Cumulus riding him. Him. Not a strap. She was actually riding him. 

And fuck, it felt good. 

Above him, Cumulus had one arm over her chest to keep her breasts from bouncing too much. Her other hand had snaked to between her legs, her fingertips pressing and rolling over her clit. She made the most beautiful whines and moans. 

"M'not gonna last long." Dew warned, then bucked his hips with a grunt. He reached up to steady himself with one hand around the headboard, the other hand still groping at Cumulus' softness. "Fuck, faster, Lus…" 

"Faster?" Cumulus hummed in contemplation. She lifted her hips painfully slowly, laughing at the way that Dew cried out in protest, then slammed into his lap again and started bouncing quicker. "Like this?" 

"Shit! Oh, fuck, Lussy… Fuck yeah, that's-" He threw his head back against the pillow and bucked up into her again. "Haaah- Lus-" 

"Close?" Cumulus panted. She knew she certainly was. She bounced as quickly as she could, her thighs burning, the bed squeaking loudly under them. She was sure there was a puddle of their combined slick under them. 

"Gonna come!" Dew managed to strain out, his face screwing up. A few moments later, his body tensed. His back arched as he pulsed inside Cumulus, and came outside of her. "Fuuuck!" 

Cumulus moved back to grinding, though it was at a much quicker pace this time. She soon followed suite from Dew, gasping and shuddering through her own orgasm. She bit her lip, her head tipping down, her hair framing her face. 

"Fuck." Dew panted after a long moment of catching their breath. "Lucifer, fuck. That was… Holy shit." 

"Mm, that was… That was…" Cumulus failed to find the words. She fell forwards, chest to chest with Dew, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "We're definitely doing that again, okay?" 

"Okay, Lus." Dew breathed, pressing his nose into her neck and inhaling her scent. "I love you." 

"I love you too, droplet." 

[timelostobserver]

@cast-you-dxwn | “Lord, child. Let me look at you, what did they do to you?”

What had they done?

What hadn't they done...

Those were the questions that churned in Azrael's head. He was dizzy, disoriented from his Fall. His body was wrapped up in bandages, tended to by the Goetia. He was squinting, everything burned, everything hurt.. He'd lost so much of his golden blood that the avian demons tending to him were shocked he wasn't passed out.

Thus no doubt spoke of the fortitude of Angels, they weren't human after all. Something like blood-loss wouldn't take them down.

The fact they'd let anyone in the room at all was nothing short of a miracle. But it was on Paimon's orders.. rather for the staff to get OUT of the way of Lucifer's 'Knight' charging in.

Then again, it wasn't every day an angel fell, especially an Archangel.

Azrael's condition wasn't.. ideal, however. Sure they had bandaged him up, but there were glaring, open wounds on his back from where four of his six wings were torn out. Cuts that spoke of shattered glass scoured his body, arms and legs burnt from the fall, and a face that showed that he'd yet to stop crying...

He'd only just run out of tears left to shed.

He couldn't even look up at the one speaking to him, red eyes blurred with pain focused on the floor as his remaining pair of wings lay slumped at his sides. Burned of the raven black feathers they once sported, held together by a burning red membrane much like a bat. His halo.. gone, shattered upon impact, a crown of horns now instead took their place.

"Sera... she.." He barely managed to cough out. Azrael's voice was hoarse from his weeping.

"She kept.. she kept overruling me. S-she kept changing my verdicts.." Azrael's body shook.

"First Adam.. he w-was meant to go to Hell. But.. she said no." The newly Fallen Archangel crossed his arms, hands grasping into his bandaged forearms.

"T-then Abel.. poor sweet Abel.. She tried to say he did something t-to cause his murder.. Then Cain.." A hiccup.

"It kept happening. She kept.. she kept trying to do my job.. Th-the job I was made for." Everything he was. The very thing Father created to oversee the necessary evil of Creation.

Death.

An angel created to bring it upon the living, to keep balance in creation. To ensure life ended, and started anew. In a never-ending cycle. To act as the judge and jury of souls into the Afterlife.

"I.. I had enough. I was sick of her taking my work away from me.. I.. I bit her. I lashed out." On the table next to the newly fallen's bedside were two curious objects. A set of golden, radiant weighing scales.. and a black book with a golden skull and motifs.

"She attacked me, tore out four of my wings... cast me out in anger. I took my treasures with me... I wouldn't let her have them. Sh-she would abuse them. She would abuse the tools F-Father gave me." His voice petered out into a whimper at this point, Paimon looking on from the door-frame.

'.. Says his name is 'Azrael'...' He spoke quietly, mainly for Michael's ears. 'The rumored 'Angel of Death'. To think Sera would stoop as low to cast out Death itself from Heaven.'

[androgynousblackbox]

How I Met Your Father. 15 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

How I Was Welcomed Back Home

One second he was looking at the shocked expression on Sera´s face as she processed what Lucifer said, and the next he was looking at the wall of a room he didn't recognize. But it didn't matter at all, because that oppressive sensation that drenched Heaven wasn't there anymore. The warmth was still there even as the flames of the summoning circles died down, his nostril instantly getting rewarded with the ever present smell of something burnt and comforted by the knowledge that somewhere, surely, even if he couldn't hear it, someone was more than likely screaming in pain.

He was back at home.

He wanted to ask Lucifer if he had really eaten Adam and how he did it to get past his awful tasting blood, but when he opened up his mouth only a strangled groan came out as his whole body tensed up. The pain started out in the center of his chest, as if someone had shot him, but quickly spread to the rest of his torso, creeping down his legs and arms until his vision turned blurry. None of the other wounds inflicted on him during his time as a demon could compare to this.

He didn't know how, he ended up on the bed, curled up on himself with Lucifer at his side. What was happening? Why wasn't he healing him? Soon the paralyzing sensation reached his neck and went over his head, making him squeeze his teeth tight to avoid screaming until his burning lungs gave up.

Through his tears, he saw the stupid halo above his head lose whatever made it shine and fell to the bed, a useless metallic looking ring. That is when he understood.

This is what falling meant. Everything felt like burning because his soul was burning, being cleansed of whatever divine blessing he was granted against his will. The fires of hell were claiming him once again and if that was the case, then he was sure to embrace them, laughing through the excruciating pain. What a warm welcome indeed!

After what felt too long, his nerves suddenly stopped being actively tortured and he coughed against the mattress, burying his face as he had been thrown against it.

Lucifer had stayed at his side the entire time. Alastor sighed when he felt the hand massaging the back of his neck, but as soon he hissed at the lacerating pain on his back. Trembling, he grabbed onto the sheets as Lucifer rushed to clean up the wounds left after he lost the angelic feature there. The smell of his own blood combined with the slow creeping of it down his sides did not surprise him. He almost wished he could be in Lucifer's place to see it entirely.

"Is it bad?" croacked, coughing again.

His throat felt he had swallowed sanding paper for an entire week straight. Lucifer made a bottle of water and kept it floating for him to receive as he kept working, careful to not put any pressure on his back. The relief of something cold after what happened almost took a moan out of him.

"If you consider bad having two long gaping wounds, then yes" Despite the sarcastic words, Lucifer sounded apologetic. "I am sorry, I should have warned you."

"It would have been the same whether I knew about it or not '' Alastor sighed, feeling Lucifer using his magic all along his back. He could perceive himself turning into a puddle, the tension of his muscles melting away like ice in front of a chimney. The mattress seemed to be devouring him as he sank more into it. "That is what you went through when you fell?"

"Mmm" the sound coming from Lucifer was affirmative. "I told you it really, really sucks."

That was going to be the only thing I told you so that Alastor was going to accept without a reply. He swallowed some more water as he closed his eyes before speaking again.

"It could be worse" said, trying to shrug but his shoulders were so heavy and he gave up. He still turned to see his husband, shaking his head, incredulous.

"Worse than having your soul burn from the inside out?"

"I could not have you after it. That would be worse" answered Alastor with ease, hiding his smile on the sheets as he knew that would shut up Lucifer instantly and he wasn't wrong. "I hope you are aware that I would do it again in a heartbeat" added. The last thing he wanted was for Lucifer to believe that he could regret his decision somehow.

"You won't have to" said Lucifer, uncharastically serious. "I won't ever let something like that happen to you again. All eternity is all eternity, babe. You are truly stuck with me now."

Alastor chuckled, a warm feeling spreading over his chest that had nothing to do with the healing magic.

"Is it a threat or a promise?" asked with a teasing tone.

"Both."

"Then you better carry them out, my king. I don't respond kindly to empty threats."

"You know, I could take that more seriously if I wasn't seeing your tail wagging right now."

Alastor tried to consciously stop his tail, but gave that up. Too much effort and he was feeling so good just doing nothing, letting Lucifer to work on him.

"Quiet" said Alastor still.

The king of hell rewarded him with a small laugh, but at least didn't add any more.

By the moment the pouring of magic stopped, Alastor breathed out a sigh of pure relief as he elevated himself on his arms, noticing how easy it was now. In fact, now he is probably better than before.

"How do you feel?" asked Lucifer.

Alastor sat on the bed. He saw his hand that looked darker, but couldn't quite tell in the dim room if it was the same hand he had before the extermination. When he called onto his shadows, he saw their black shapes dancing in front of him. His shadow too wrapped around Lucifer and hugged him from behind.

"I will take that as better. I missed you too" said Lucifer, his hands over the hands of the shadow and Alastor was surprised that he could feel it too, more clearly than ever before. The shadow kissed Lucifer's cheek and it was like he was doing it. He could even smell some of the essence of Lucifer by proxy.

"Huh" said, making the shadow disappear with a gesture. "Interesting."

"What?" asked Lucifer, tilting his head. "You have your powers back, isn't what you wanted?"

"Indeed, but it is different." He conjured his tentacles now to take out that ridiculous heaven hoodie that unfortunately he still had on and didn't feel bad at all to see two burned holes where his wings were. He throws it to the side before letting them come back to his body. It was definitely easier now, as if it barely cost him any effort. "It will take some time getting used to." That is when he finally took on the place they were in. Mostly the bed that was definitely not like their previous one. "Where are we?"

"Ah, you wouldn't know," said Lucifer, scratching the back of his neck. "This… is the new hotel. We finished it off recently and I have been staying with Charlie. I… I kinda didn't want to be in the palace and she needed the help, so…"

"How recently?"

"Uh, almost a month, actually."

Alastor looked around, definitely taking notice of how empty it looked. How devoid of duckies, finished or otherwise. It looked like no one had actually stayed there or the one who did was just waiting to be called outside at any moment, without bothering to put on any personal touches to make it their own. It was temporary, borrowed, with a thick air of closeness as if nobody had opened up the windows or doors in a while.

A weird lump got trapped on his throat and he swallowed it quickly, turning to Lucifer, who looked to a side, embarrassed and waiting for a comment from his part. All he could think of was the words he had shouted at Sera back in Heaven, about finding his dead body to have to present it in front of Charlie. The entire time he was in Heaven at least he could take comfort knowing where his family was and that they were okay. Out of his reach but existing somewhere. They didn't have that privilege.

"I was hoping you did make a new one" said instead, trying to be casual about it. Lucifer had been through enough already and wasn't about to throw it on his face how he managed to keep moving. Whatever he did or didn't do all that time, Alastor was sure that he would have been a lot worse in his place. "It would have been a waste, now that it turned out our daughter was right all along about redemption. It's just a pity that the opportunity of finding it out didn't go to someone who actually wanted it."

"Even if it did, we wouldn't have ever found out" commented Lucifer with a bitter note on his words. Alastor heard him shuffling on the bed before feeling the arms of the king around his middle from the side. "I shouldn't be surprised at this point about how little of a fuck they give, but I can't fucking believe that they would just let me think you were gone forever."

Alastor moved, hugging Lucifer back from the front. He nuzzled the top of the blonde head with his cheek, breathing in deeply for what felt for the first time since his second death. The hands of Lucifer grabbed his shirt.

"Fuck this" said Lucifer suddenly and snapped his fingers. Alastor shivered briefly when the shirt suddenly disappeared from his body, but relaxed quickly when Lucifer shoved his face on the fluff of his chest, shaking it. "I can't believe I lived without this" came out his voice muffled.

"You would be insufferable if I had actual breasts" commented Alastor, with zero intention of resisting him anyway.

It felt not only good, but right even, to be touched by him like that. He didn't realize how much he missed the physical affection of Lucifer until it was suddenly gone, like he had lived through the longest winter without his favorite blanket and finally had it back. The touch of others was not the same.

"That would be so hoooot" sighed Lucifer, looking up with a goofy smile. "But I like this too" added, running down his now completely healed back with one hand as the other found his tail, caressing it without grabbing.

Lucifer relaxed against him, content. He wasn't intending to take things beyond that, just getting familiar with his body again for comfort. Alastor played with the strands of hairs on Lucifer's nape.

"I always wondered" started softly ", what would you have done if you knew I was there? My mom had the idea that you would storm Heaven to try to take me out."

"Oh, she did?" Lucifer sounded mildly surprised, barely moving from his place on his chest. "Yeah, at the very least. If they wouldn't just let me take you, I wasn't going to let that slide. Charlie convinced the cannibals of help us out once, we could bring them to be as annoying as possible if not to devour new souls that tried to enter until they let you out" He raised up a little to kiss Alastor's clavicle, who had to laugh a little at the pure consternation on everyone's face if news such as that one spread on Heaven. Oh, that would have been hilarious. "I would have only offered the contract as a last resort" added Lucifer, putting a hand behind Alastor's neck to gently push down for his lips to reach.

"I would have accepted it even if it wasn't," said Alastor, moving his head to give him more space.

"Really?" Lucifer was trailing lazy kisses, his hands locking together around Alastor's waist. "Giving your soul to anyone is not a small thing."

"Do you think I don't know that?" asked Alastor with a frown. Lucifer stopped moving. "Being married to someone or having a child with them are not small things either. And I did them all with you. What difference does another commitment make?" He sighed, separating a bit to hold Lucifer's face in his hands. The light that could enter from the windows almost completely covered by the curtains were reflected on Lucifer's eyes, like a cat. "If anyone was going to have my soul, I would choose you over Heaven immediately. That is not a question worth entertaining. But even without Heaven, I would still choose you. Do you understand?"

He could feel the mouth of Lucifer moving as if he was swallowing and his breathing hitched up. A moment of silence passed as Lucifer licked his lips and found the air necessary to speak.

"Y-yes, I do" whispered, as if overwhelmed by his own emotions.

Alastor couldn't say he didn't relate, with the annoying beating on his own chest that threatened to break it apart. Instead of saying more words that would only make it worse, he hugged Lucifer again and brought him with him to bed so they would lay on their sides.

"Now that is clear," said, kissing his forehead. He grabbed his previous halo with a tentacle and threw it away from him like it's mere existence was annoying ", let's go to sleep, darling. Don't think I didn't notice those bags under your eyes."

Lucifer mumbled a wordless sound, resting his head against Alastor's chest. He snapped his fingers quickly to change his own suit for his usual pajama, a sigh escaping him in relief when he could tangle his legs with Alastor's still covered on the light pants he was using.

Alastor really didn't like the idea of keeping anything from Heaven on him, so he had to separate enough to pull them out and throw them wherever the hoodie had landed. Tomorrow he was definitely burning all that trash on the biggest fire he could make. When he fell into the bed again, Lucifer quickly stuck to him again and he hummed soothingly, letting his tentacles bring the bedsheet on top of them.

"Goodnight, my king" said softly, holding Lucifer as strongly as he was being held.

This bed could be new to him, but already felt a lot more comfortable than any other that had those last months. The natural heat emanating from Lucifer's body, combined with the slow rise and fall from his chest, was a better comfort for his tired heart than he could imagine. He could even smell the essence of Lucifer off the pillow, relaxing him with each breath he took.

"If this is a dream, don't ever wake me up" muttered Lucifer, sleepy.

Alastor looked down, but the eyes of Lucifer were closed and his breathing was that of a man that had succumbed to exhaustion already. Just how many nights did Lucifer spend without being able to find rest? It had to be way too many in a row to actually show on his face.

When Charlie was a baby that naturally would require the attention of their parents at night, Lucifer was more usually than not the one to get up in bed, stay with her until her crying subdued and wake up the next morning just as well rested as if there was never any interruption. Being the king of hell himself brought that kind of perks. Everything had to go to the extreme in order to affect him in any visible way. That was the kind of insight that someone that had shared his life with him would have. Charlie herself wouldn't realize how truly worrying a sign like that had to be, because why would any of her parents tell her that?

Alastor sighed deeply, kissing the temple of Lucifer in the dark. Lucifer made a wordless little sound from his throat, without moving. It sounded like a vaguely happy response. Alastor held his head close and stayed there.

There were too many thoughts rising for him to just deliver himself to oblivion like his husband, even more so than he had the night before preparing for the summoning. If anything, last night was the best one he had in a long while because he was sure to be coming home soon, that his freedom was close by. Now that he was there, he realized how much he had to catch on as the rest of the world kept moving.

There wasn't even a hint of ego boosting to imagine what his lost must had meant for them. Just think about how Charlie had to be on her own revolted his stomach, equal parts angry again at what happened to him and frustrated because he didn't come sooner, even as he knew that wasn't by choice. Maybe, by some twisted order he couldn't understand, he did deserve to go through all of that, perhaps, but definitely not his little fawn. Definitely not Lucifer, as far he was concerned.

Eventually the sun started rising on the red sky. Alastor send his shadows to open up the curtains all the way, illuminating the rest of the room. He also took the chance to open the windows themselves to let some new air come in to breath into his lungs to fill his chest. Who didn't love some smell of blasphemy and damnation on the morning? Despite how early it was, the sounds of someone in pain could already be heard.

Lucifer hasn't woken up through none of that since Alastor barely moved, and probably wouldn't in a while. Alastor hummed pleasantly and kissed his head, dissolving into his shadows to appear next to the open door of the bathroom… only to almost lose his balance and needing to grab to the frame. The quick movement was another thing that he had to get used to again.

Inside, he turned on the lights and looked at himself in the mirror. For a man who had kept the same style of fashion since the 30s, there were too many new faces he had to keep accepting as his own. First human, then sinner, then winner and now fallen angel. When he lifted his eyes, he sighed. At least this iteration wasn't as terribly different, but it was still different to bother him. His hair was a darker shade of red, standing out from his skin tone that had become even darker entirely, not just his hands.

But the worst tell tale that something had happened were his eyes, now permanently blackened around green pupils. When he was closer to his full form, his whole pupils went completely black, so at least now he and Charlie could still have that in common. That and their black antlers. After searching on the drawers, he found a hand mirror and held up as he turned to see what actually happened to his back.

The wings were not physically there. If it wasn't because of what he knew about Vaggie pulling out hers after having ripped out, he could have felt relieved that they were gone for good, but he could probably still be taken out if he applied his will into it. Something he very much did not want to do. Those things could stay hidden for as long hell existed as far he cared. But their existence had left two long marks of gray fur where they used to be. He wondered if maybe he could apply a permanent disguise spell to get his old looks back when he came out of the hotel. Not because he was going to answer those curious, but he prefered to avoid those types of questions in the first place.

"Alastor? Babe?" the voice of Lucifer made his ear twitch.

The moment he turned his head to answer the golden shackle appeared around his neck. It didn't hurt him, but it did surprise him enough for Lucifer to suddenly appear at his side on a puff of red magic. His panicked expression only seemed to relax at the sight of him.

"You are here…" sighed, letting himself fall against him to wrap him with his arms.

Alastor rubbed his back without thinking and touched the shackle with the other. It seemed to dissolve just as quickly as it appeared. Lucifer squeezed him harder.

He couldn't have been there more than ten minutes.

"Is this something that I should expect from now on, dear?" asked with a sigh.

"Fuck you" Lucifer's voice almost got cut out by a sob that he tried to keep down. His shoulder started convulsing as he breathed in. "We had two funerals for you. One for royalty and other for the Cannibal Town. So don't you fucking dissapear on me like that again. You have no idea what it was like here."

He was right. Alastor received the stab up front.

"I was checking how I look now, that is all" said gently, now returning the hug fully. He caressed his back and rubbed his thumb over the start of Lucifer's neck. When Lucifer started breathing deep, he nuzzled the top of his head. "I am here. I am not going anywhere, remember? That was our agreement and I wouldn't dare to break it."

Lucifer sniffled. Alastor gave him how much he needed to regain himself. He tried to call some calming jazz music to sound from the center of his body. What came out instead was too strong for both of their ears. Lucifer jumped back, covering his. Alastor grabbed his throbbing head as the mirror behind him cracked with the loud radio static as he forced it to turn off.

"I… I didn't intend for that to happen'' said, his ear going flat as he sneered to himself, displeased and maybe a bit embarrased.

He never had any issue controlling the sounds around him to his own whim. This felt just as stupid as shooting himself on the foot with his own gun. Lucifer waited a second to make sure no other surprise was coming and then gave out a little chuckle.

"It's okay" he said, coming up to fix the mirror easily with a gesture of his hand. "You aren't used to having the kind of energy that you have now. You want to use the same input you always did to do what you wanted, but now end up sending too much at once. Just give it some time and you will feel it naturally again, with some practice" He sighed looking at his reflection before whipping his cheeks.

Lucifer looked over at Alastor. More specifically at his neck.

"Did… did that hurt? Being called suddenly like that?" asked, extending his hand but hesitating at the last second before making contact.

Alastor took his black fingers on his and brought them to his lips.

"No at all" answered sincerely, keeping the fingers to caress with him. "You didn't intend to hurt me, just know my location. Without that desire, I barely felt it. I was surprised, that is all."

Lucifer nodded, a little more calm after that.

"I am sorry" sighed, bringing his hand back to rub his eyes with both of them, embarrassed now. "I got scared for a second."

"I don't blame you" assured Alastor, bringing him over by the waist closer again, rubbing his sides. "In your place I would have already locked you up in some cage so I never have to wonder where you are again. Compared to that, you are doing amazing, my love."

Lucifer snorted. He looked up with an endeared smile.

"You would" recognized, bringing him down by the shoulders to kiss his cheek and massaging the zone around his ears. Alastor leaned to him, a little squeak accompanying the movement. "Don't give me ideas, though."

Alastor chuckled. He considered making it known that the idea wasn't especially repulsive for him, but decided against it, for now at least. Maybe at another time they could talk about that properly.

"I was planning to get a bath" said, holding the hands of Lucifer to stop him enough to give him a quick kiss as he straightened up again. "I want to get rid of this Heaven stink as fast as possible. I can't feel it, but I know it's there and it bothers me. Do you want to join me?"

Lucifer blushed. Immediately realizing that the offer wasn't as casual as the tone of Alastor was.

"Don't get me wrong, I do love your natural essence" said, taking his shoulders to turn him to the bathtub. His blonde hair was still beautiful, there was no way to change that, but Alastor as a fine connoisseur knew for a fact that it wasn't as shiny as it used to be. Lucifer hasn't been taking care of it as well as it should. "But I think a bath is exactly what we both need."

"I got it already" said Lucifer, pouting.

Alastor laughed softly as he went to open the water. He noticed the lack of duckies lining up on the border, waiting to accompany Lucifer while he was washing himself. Despite the shampoo and other products put there, it looked utterly empty.

He was never as great a fan of them as Lucifer was, but their total absence was never an option. When he let the water run, Lucifer moved his fingers above so it would fill up a lot quicker. A gentle steam quickly started filling the bathroom. When the water started bubbling, Alastor's smile went wider.

"Oh, love, you still remember how I like it" commented, taking out his underwear that soon was going to join the burning pile of his old clothing before he slipped comfortably inside. He let out a big sigh, relaxing against the interior of the bathtub as he let himself submerge entirely down, eyes closed. When he came out again, he only did under his lips so everything else was still under. "In Heaven the water never gets this warmth."

"You poor baby" chuckled Lucifer, not entirely mocking as he petted the space between his antlers. Alastor was so content where he was he didn't bother with a scathing reply. He let a few bubbles he made with his mouth serve as enough communication. Lucifer smiled. "That must have been awful for you."

"A nightmare. It was cold all the time" agreed Alastor. He opened up an eye to arch an eyebrow towards Lucifer, resting his chin on a hand as his elbow stayed on the border. Making no effort whatsoever to get in. "What are you waiting for?"

Lucifer shook his head slightly.

"I missed seeing you, that is all" said with a shrug, standing up to take his own underwear and putting it on the dirty clothes bin on a side. Alastor followed up his movements all the way until he was back with him and then he sat up, offering his hand to help him. Lucifer laughed a little, amused. "I can enter on my own but thank you" said, taking it as he moved inside.

Alastor admired his hooves as they came in contact with the water, then his thighs, the stomach, the chest and at last his face, relaxing over the water before he went under for a bit to get his face wet.

"You know what" said Lucifer, moving his head from side to side with eyes closed. "I haven't done this in a long time. I am starting to think you had the right idea. This is nice. "

He was sitting over his own legs, but Alastor's hooves were still brushing against his thighs on each side. An unacceptable distance separated them, so Alastor took matters into his own hands and reached over to him. Lucifer opened up his eyes just in time to see him hold his face, joining their lips for a moment. Alastor brushed away any wandering strands of hair off his forehead. Lucifer's skin was always warm, but with the boiling water his lips were almost burning at the contact. Lucifer sighed again as he regarded it with a half lid look.

"Can we just sleep here?"

"No" said Alastor, nuzzling his cheek with his. He wondered if that was something that Lucifer did on the regular. "Turn around, I will get your back first."

"Fine" Lucifer did as much, yawning into his hand.

When they were reclining themselves against the sides, the level of the water reached below Alastor's chest so Lucifer had to elevate himself on his legs for his back to keep him underwater. As Alastor started working on his back using the soap directly, Lucifer cleaned his arms and front with a sponge he conjured up. Alastor massaged the shoulder until it was making a soft foam and then continued with his shoulder blades.

One of the marks of the wings he could conjure was there, shorter than his, above the one who followed around where the ribcage ended and finally the pair on his lower back. Such old scars were that Lucifer already didn't feel anything on them.

"I was wondering," commented suddenly. Lucifer made a noise to notice he was paying attention. "Isn't there a way to get rid of my wings permanently like the halo?"

"I am sorry, babe, but angelic wings are pure magic. They don't work like an arm or a leg that once is gone, is gone. You can control when they are out, though."

"I know that" Alastor sneared, his hands still going over them and around. His own tentacles were gathering the water to rinse it from down to up ", it just bothers me that they are still there."

"Mmm" Lucifer nodded. "How are you feeling in the area? Itchy? Sensitive?"

"Nothing when I touched it, no" He grunted. "I don't know how you can fly so easily. I hated every minute I had to do it."

"Well, it is different when you are just born with it and you just suddenly gain them out of nowhere. I can only imagine how uncomfortable that has to be" Lucifer chuckled when one of the tentacles made him lower his head, while the other dumped more water on his back, taking away all the foam on his body. "My turn" said, perking up.

Alastor shrugged. When Lucifer turned to receive the bar of soap from his hand, couldn't help to notice the half erection between his legs. The sudden realization that was even a possibility took him by surprise for a second. It had been so long since anything related to sex was a thought for him and Heaven wasn't especially eager to remind him either. But it made all the sense of the world that Lucifer would have that kind of reaction if they were both naked in the same space, he supposed.

He sat again with his front to the wall, as Lucifer started washing him. At the start he was doing just that, his long and skilled finger pressing where it was needed to massage his muscles as he went down and down. When the devil inevitably reached for his tail and had to grab it on his hand to rub the soap, Alastor released a sight as he laid his arms and then his chin against the border, feeling his tail twitch slightly. Lucifer snickered, his voice closer as he leaned forward to get at his shoulder and kiss it. Alastor hummed when he could feel the cock brushing against his lower back, no doubt full hard now. He couldn't help to arc a little against it when Lucifer dumped more water on him, getting rid of the soap.

"Al, can I…?"

"Yes" Alastor was sure now that the warmth on his face wasn't just from the steam. Ignoring that, he took the hand that Lucifer had put against the wall next to his head and directed it under water, towards his own member that hanged lifeless. It was never just about sex with Lucifer, so he didn't need the arousal to have it. "But take that away and use the other hole" He turned his head and kissed Lucifer's cheek, licking the red dot. "I want you inside."

Lucifer's whole body shivered for a second, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled big. If not for the intense golden blush on his face, any person could have guessed he was happy for receiving the best gift he had in decades. Just by seeing that, Alastor knew why he even said that in the first place. How could he ever refuse the opportunity of making Lucifer so happy with something that, for him, was so simple?

Lucifer nuzzled the crevice between his shoulder and neck, his one hand already between his legs seeming to press the member back into his body. By the movement of his body, Alastor knew the other hand of Lucifer was working on himself.

"That is it, babe" Lucifer nibbled his neck, his hand slipping between his new folds and opening them up. Alastor sighed against his arm when the familiar tingling started to spread from somewhere deep within him. "You always had the best pussy in all of hell. So pretty and warmth just for me."

"Lucifer" warned Alastor with a sneer, buckling against his fingers with a movement of his hips. "I already said yes. Just get on with it."

Lucifer chuckled against his skin.

"Sssh" The small shushing came with the workings of his hand, drawing circles and pressing on a point that had Alastor's legs twitching slightly. "I want to make sure you are all ready and prepared for me. You realize this means you are a virgin again? I have to honor that now."

"Seriously?" Alastor called his tentacles from his back, pushing Lucifer against him. He rubbed the head of the hardened cock slipping between his legs, making circles with his thumbs over the slit. "I assure you, my king, that I consider myself no virgin. There is no need to be so precious about something I never cared about in the first place" He used another tentacle to bring the chin of Lucifer up, so their lips could make full but brief contact. "We will have all of eternity to take our time, don't we, darling? Right now you must be wishing so badly to just let out, to claim me."

"Always" Lucifer sighed as he took hold of his waist, thrusting against Alastor's hand. He helped his cock to press against the little nub of Alastor with his own, making friction between each other. Alastor swallowed when he heard the throaty moan behind him. "I always want you, babe."

"Then don't make me wait too long." As soon he ended talking, Alastor felt himself being lifted in the air and then turned around.

Lucifer's magic lowered him gently back on the bathtub as Lucifer himself accommodate the long legs over his own shoulders. Alastor supported himself upwards using his tentacles as a pillow for his lower back, huffing until he found it comfortable and send to the other a half hearted glare. He could have warned him at least.

"As you wish, but at least I want to look at your pretty face while I do it," said Lucifer with a chuckle, moving forward.

"Even if the face is different?" asked Alastor, arching an eyebrow.

"You are still Alastor" pointed out Lucifer, as if that was a silly question. "That is all I need, baby."

He guided his cock to rub at the small center above Alastor's entrance before slipping it inside. Alastor couldn't keep his eyes away from following the slow disappearance of Lucifer inside his body. He took a quick, deep breath as he looked up, just in time for Lucifer lunch to kiss his open mouth, stealing the little whiny noises that Alastor failed to contain. The sensation was so weird for the lack of practice or because of the change in anatomy, but at the same time so familiar that it was almost obscene how natural it was to be connected that way.

He wrapped his arms around Lucifer's neck, not wanting to miss on every detail on the devil's mouth and swallow every portion of his flavor, as if getting his saliva on his bloodstream was going to prevent them ever turning apart. When Lucifer started moving, Alastor clung to his shoulder with claws out, digging into the white skin. His whole new parts were throbbing like a heart full of adrenalina before succumbing to a predator.

But there was no struggle here, nothing but against his own will to keep a head somewhat clear as Lucifer was moving faster, whispering praises that turned into grunts. Alastor reclaimed those on his tongue too, as they clearly belonged to him.

"Lucifer" managed to say, taking one of his hands to his own chest.

The fingers of Lucifer tangled themselves on his fluff, but he shook his head a little. That wasn't what he had in mind.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Alastor concentrated on what he wanted to do and kept the magic at the minimum to avoid any other mistake. His hand on top of Lucifers started moving when there was opposite pressure. When he looked again, two breasts had grown over his chest, bigger than he intended to, but soft and malleable like a real pair one would be. Lucky he still remembered the succubus form of Lucifer to take as reference for the tact and shape.

Admittedly, it was probably a stupid idea to try his new power on something like that for the first time in those circumstances. But when he saw the dazzled look on Lucifer's face, as if hypnotized by them, he could only be proud of his job. He directed the hand of Lucifer to touch them further.

"You like that, my king?" asked cheeky, already knowing the answer.

"Fuck yes" was the growling response, a puff of fire coming out for him before he buried his face between his new breast, covered in

Alastor let out a snort, amused that such a thing could have that reaction and thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let Lucifer have it again. But then Lucifer started going even faster, harder than before, to the point his mouth was constantly open for more noises that echoed against the walls of the bathroom. He bites down on the neck in front of him to try to contain them somewhat.

The golden blood that he tasted on his tongue made it even worse. That flavor that he could never conjure up in his dream revitalized his body like nothing else could, electrifying all his nerves at once so everything was amplified on every lick.

The thrusts of Lucifer felt more profound, the open mouth of Lucifer over his breast felt more intense, his bites more painful as if he was ripping entire chunks of meat out of his bones. Without any thinking mind to grab onto, Alastor grabbed Lucifer instead as his insides clamped down. His scream reverberated around him, shattering the mirror that his radio waves cracked.

Neither of them cared for the sound of broken glass falling to the floor. Lucifer especially was still relentless and Alastor had no choice but to hold at the borders of the bathtub, making pathetic whiny noises that he hated only seemed to encourage Lucifer further. When he tried to cover up his mouth, Lucifer took his hand away and held his chin in place to kiss him. Too late Alastor realized that he had bit his tongue down to feed him his blood again.

The ceramic of the bathtub he was holding on his other hand crushed under his fingers, bringing Lucifer closer. A violent spasm ran through his back again, immediately followed by another exploding right behind it. Only then the movements of Lucifer started to stutter and he let out a puff of red fire. Alastor's leg twitches when Lucifer falls on top of him, but that was about as much as he could bother to move.

"Pent up?" asked when he managed to speak.

Lucifer nodded against his clavicle. After a few more minutes, he kissed it gently and lifted an arm to pet his hair.

"Are you okay?"

"I… I am, actually" said, surprised himself nothing really hurt. He looked at the crack he had made on the bathtub and then his hand. "Darling, explain to me again what kind of powers you gave me."

"Essentially a copy of mine" Lucifer sighed, nuzzling his neck. "Not quite the same, but very close. You are probably one of the most powerful beings in all of hell now after me."

"I see" said Alastor, his mind going blank for a second.

Was that really it? He was really at that level? He had signed up for it and a contract never lies, it literally can't. At most could distort the truth, but if Lucifer was being direct then he had truly made his dream come true. Everything he ever worked all his time in hell was already his. He could kill, maim, devour, essentially do whatever is that he wanted to without ever fearing anyone else getting in his way. Nobody else above but his husband, and Lucifer would not stop him. Any restrictions that he ever had were gone. He could rule hell with an iron fist to his heart's content.

Why wasn't he more happy about that?

Why did it felt so empty?

"You will get used to it" commented Lucifer, thinking he was still processing the small wreckage he did without realizing.

With a snap of his fingers, the bathtub was back to normal and the shards of glass all over the floor floated back to the frame, all the crack disappearing. As he was making the hand gesture for that spell, Alastor took notice of the wound he had left and frowned.

"I bite you" pointed out, confused. He had bitten Lucifer before, but never enough to break skin. Everytime that they agreed Lucifer would let him drink from him, it was only possible with the help of an angelic knife or Lucifer's own claws. "Shouldn't that be impossible?"

"Ah, is that what it stings?" asked Lucifer casually, touching on his own wound to then lick his own blood. He let out a light chuckle. "Well, would you look at that. I guess since your intention wasn't to actually hurt me, the contract had that loophole to let you do that. Do you want me to keep it for the rest of the day?"

Alastor tilted his head until he got it. His powers were meant to be to protect his family, so as long he didn't went against that then it would still allow him to affect them. He looked over back to injury on Lucifer and something about the idea of the king of hell walking around with a mark left by his own hand somehow managed to rise above any confusion plaguing him.

"Keep it" answered instantly.

Lucifer chuckled. He lifted his hand so it wouldn't bleed anymore, and Alastor groaned, slapping it away to bring Lucifer closer again. His legs locked him up around the waist, keeping him inside and unmoving as he licked him, suckling against the skin. Lucifer put a hand on the back of his head, but didn't do anything to stop him until Alastor himself finished with a few small licks. The comfort and gentle warmth that always accompanied his blood relaxed him once again, kissing the area in a silent thanks.

"Did you have enough already, big guy?" asked Lucifer playfully. Alastor nodded, kissing his neck and hugging him tight. "I love you too."

Alastor hummed pleasantly as he let himself just enjoy this. This quiet, serene moment that could only dream of in Heaven and now was his for the rest of his life. There was nothing empty about this. It made all his dreams of power seem so small, almost irrelevant in comparison.

The water had gotten cold and a good portion had ended up in the floor around them. Lucifer had to refill it again and warm it up so they could clean themselves again. Alastor was glad to find out that he could make the enlarged breast disappear on his own, ignoring the pouty mouth of Lucifer. The new parts between his legs could be hidden just by using pants, that other addition could not.

But now that he knew the effect they could have, and he could do it on his own, at least he was open to trying them on again. For now, they both needed to finish washing up their heads to only then come out. Alastor put on a towel on his waist and nothing else as Lucifer used his robe on top, another towel wrapped around his head to dry the hair.

As they passed in front of the mirror, Alastor threw a glance to himself. How did Lucifer manage to get used to seeing him like that so quickly, he didn't know, but to him it still felt strange.

After Lucifer borrowed him some underwear to hear, Alastor picked up his old clothing and sniffed them, instantly feeling the difference. A disgusting holy smell that actually made him gag for a moment. Is that how he had been smelling until then? How did Lucifer resist it with a straight face? Although he didn't know how he smelled now either.

"Bye, bye, Heaven, and I may never see you again" sang happily, making all the clothing into a big pile and burning them between his hands. The green fire extended even above his head. A pre-recorded audience celebrated the action as he dumped it out of the window, seeing it all being consumed without leaving a speck of ashes behind. "Now I feel so much better without that horrible burden!" declared with a sight, taking a deep breath. "It smells awful! Just like home should be! Ah, my love, who needs early birds when you have screams as those one to receive you in the morning!"

Lucifer chuckled, hugging his middle from behind. He kissed the space between his shoulder blade and stayed resting his forehead there. Alastor searched for one of his hands and held it on his, taking on the chaotic, horrible, polluted, comforting view of hell from that room with the devil. What else could a man ever want?

"Babe."

"Yes, dear?"

"Would you marry me again?"

Alastor snorted at that and turned around. He lifted the face of Lucifer to caress his cheek, looking at his happy and still tired face. What a silly little man he was.

"My, my, Lucifer, anyone would say that your sin is actually greed instead of pride" commented with a smirk, arching an eyebrow. "You have my soul, my body, the rest of my whole existence and now you even want my hand in unholy marriage? Are you ever going to be satisfied, my love?"

"With you? Never" Lucifer grinned, covering Alastor's hand to hold them on his. "Come on, we could do it properly this time. No weird conditions, no soul requirement and no benders. Just us. Charlie can be part of that story to tell to her own children someday. Or, well, whoever she wants! It doesn't have to be anything extravagant, it could be as small as whatever we want it to be."

Alastor sighed, bending down to kiss his forehead. Lucifer closed his eyes briefly at the gentle contact. Looking at him like that, Alastor already knew what he wanted to do.

"If you really want a different story, maybe this time I can be the one to propose?" suggested, trailing his knuckles under his neck to caress the bite that the robe didn't completely cover. Now he understood what Lucifer felt when he was the one doing the marking. He hoped he still felt that seeing the new ones over his body. "But it will be under the circumstances and moment of my choosing. Then you can say yes to me."

"Let me guess. You won't tell me when you decide to do it."

"Not a single word" promised Alastor, lifting his face up as he bends to find his lips. "A surprise you won't ever see coming if I have any say on it" added against his lips, feeling the smile of Lucifer get larger too.

"Alright" said, kissing him back as he put his hand on his waist again. "Do your worst then."

"Don't I always?"

That time they both snickered together. Lucifer was still laughing as he got on the tip of his toes to reach his mouth, licking his teeth to ask for permission to enter. Alastor was about to give it when a knock on the door paralyzed the two of them.

"Papa" called the voice of Charlie.

"Oh, shit" whispered Lucifer, cringing. "I forgot."

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Kisses

Why does Lilith wear makeup if black is the natural color of her lips?

Everything is simple. Black lipstick looks very good on Lucifer. Both on the face and in other places)

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So Small, So Insufficient, and So Soon

For @muzzleroars as an entry of the Rise and Fall AU (Hope you're okay with this prequel to it) and for others to read. I had wrote up what I could think about writing onto here. Michael's lion roar after he was created after a long-butt time since the realm of an alternate version of Ultrakillverse was created. Happy Reading! 👋

The Father is really busier than usual, since... Well, no guessing how much time has past since the very creation of this dimension they must now inherited through the unending yet calming primordial chaos. He mindlessly turned his head towards a small star just in time for it to go supernova. The explosion sounded like a popping of a fire cracker and the ground under him shook with the vibrations as soon as it reached the Ninth Layer.

His divine fire of enteral love and adoration flowed with the winds as it too reached his as he held his arms up to shield himself from the blast until it died down. There were still unstable suns since the Nine Spheres were created and it was getting frantic by the minute; there was nothing for Lucifer to do. It was the Lord's idea that its best to wait them out until there were no more unstable stars to implode on themselves.

They were unfinished after all.

Lucifer stood upright to dust himself off, his ever-burning wings tucked behind him before he widened to see six red wings flying towards him, a Seraphim, before its humanoid form stopped in front of him with a powerful flap and then landed onto the stone wall that reached his knees and porched downward with the lower wings covering their feet.

"What has He up to now, child?" He spoke in an language that an Angel could understand, they all spoke in the same tongues since the Beginning before going over to this new form of communication He calls "English.". The Father's native tonuge.

The Seraphim softly hummed in tongues as they lurched their head down and up before going side to side. He tilted his head to the right gently with great interest. "He wishes to see me?" he questioned. "For what for, child?"

More humming and movements.

"New angels to be made?"

Seraphim then gave a confirming hum. Lucifer nodded, understood.

"Alright then, I will go over there right away." Lucifer walked towards the wall before climbing onto it with feet and hands gripping tightly as he parched on it like a gargoyle as his 'masked' visage with ever glowing white eye staring down the blacken void below him. He soon slowly goes forward and fell downwards head first. The wisps of fire following him down.

Yet, he could've fall if it weren't his wings unfurling right away and fanned out openly as a flare of undying flames burst forth as he used the wing to glide him and rose upwards as a phoenix in the darkness of everything around them all. He flew across all of the Ninth Sphere of Heaven and watched the progress around him were being built by other angels- the forth kind he is as of now- as they chiseled, shaped and planted the world of their own as they only had lanterns of the heavenly Light to shine their work as they pushed and pulled hard in the name of their Father through labor and endurance. Endurance.

Such a word to call when you have everything to bare with determination upon being born.

Lucifer looked at them as his fire's light had reached them and they had noticed with their faces covered with helmets instead of an appearance he 'wore' upon himself. He knows deep down that the mask was in fact his face. Not many of them had noticed that yet they waved to him to get his attention but he paid a little attention to them as he kept going to his destination.

The chamber where he was born, where God had created him as a whole, he noticed the sight he recognized and soon dove downward and soon lunched his legs out and then landed with such grace before walking towards the entrance that seemed to stretched on into darkness as a trail of divine fire were left behind in his wake as he walked through the echoing vaulted halls decorated with angels and cherubim as his light glowed the path laid out to follow. His chest forever shines with white heaved steadily as he reached the end of the hall, from start to finish as he entered the chamber as the trail he left behind him had died down before turning his head upwards at the ever expanding darkness.

Expecting something or someone.

His voice was heard after a moment. It was in tongue but the most beautiful angel very clever and ever vigilant, knows right away what he is seeing. "Do you wish to see me, Father?"

The voice, very divine and very low, hums again as he looked around at first with caution but soon in confusion, the white eye widened a tad little.

"So, you are looking to replace me as the Prince of Heaven?" Lucifer asked with further question. "With who in mind, Father?"

The voice continues onward.

"One of my own brothers? Brothers that you will make as we speak?" He looked around a bit more. "And you wished to have me to help you, to guide them?"

The voice confirms it with a hum.

"Please, don't mind me asking more but how can I help making them?"

As if to answer, he felt a literal shock coursed through him within seconds as a yell left him. It lasted for a moment before he lets out another shout with his chest extended forward and soon afterwards a small ball of pastel-colored fire was extracted from his chest as it heaved outwards as if it was pulled by an invisible string until a piece of his Light was taken.

It floated upwards as the brightest angel panted a little with a hand on his chest, given a chance to recover from such a rush. Eyes closed with his head lowered as he breathed slow yet stable.

He opened them up just in time to see a pair of glowing white hands appearing from the extending shadows encasing the chamber around them both. Four visible strings were coming from the burning fire and tied onto fingers. Four of each two fingers were tied to the very burning-resistant strings hooking at the ball. In silent amazement, he watched as the hands began to pull but with trouble as the threads were being tug at, desperate to hold onto the fire yet the fire itself was being pulled apart as colors being form from the pastel.

Four smaller lumps had begun to emerge from the ball, exactly where the ends of the strings are until with a mighty pull. The piece of Lucifer's light have ceased to exist, no evidence of it was left behind and absolutely no way to be put back together; it was pulled and ripped apart into four smaller lights.

One blue, one green, one orange and the last purple.

The light then shines onto the small balls of light as small sparkles flowed downward onto them like moths to the flame as they rushed and began to encasing them. Shaping and forming to where the chests of children were before soon a blinding light shone forth. Prompting Lucifer to shield himself from it.

The rays of light were shooting everywhere along with shimmering stardust fluttered all around the chamber. It seems that it's not letting up until they suddenly stopped. It was over and Lucifer can finally see what the Father has created now and stunned to see rather quite a sight before him; Four small angels.

A boy. A hatchling. A cattle. And a cub.

With small or long wagging tails of a sheep or a goat they were born with. They giggled and writhe amongst each other. One lion cub was pinning an baby eagle by its head as it squawked to get off of-

"Get off Michael!" The chick squirmed. "Short Tail Gabriel! Shorty!" The cub spat back.

The ox cattle and the boy remained somewhat civil towards one another. The cattle shyly poked at the giggling boy's nose as the eyes on their pure white wings. Calling each other Uriel and Raphael as Lucifer studied them carefully from afar as they all simply sat on the floor, center of the chamber itself. The place of their birth.

Lucifer looked up once more to the Father's voice in tongues.

"Take care of them... nature them... teach them all... their roles will come to them four."

The most beautiful angel looked into the darkness of the chamber for a few moments turning his attention back to the children and then began to walk towards the four. The colored flames of each son can tell who is which due to the names of their creator, the Lord, has given them four.

Blue fire eagle hatchling is Gabriel. Purple burning lion cub is Michael. Orange flaming ox cattle is Uriel. And lastly, the Green blazing boy is Raphael since they are calling each other by their names.

Michael noticed the footsteps and turned to see a big creature before them four that had gained Gabriel the upper hand and lifted himself upwards with such force that his back hit the floor and was turning around to do the same to his brother when he stopped and saw Lucifer with widened eyes before a frighten yet curious chirp came from the hatchling.

That caught the other siblings' attention as they looked up the angel who is kneeling down to their level, hands rested on the ground, wings tucked behind him as a fire burning glowing on and around him. With such gentleness in his voice. He greeted them all "Hello." with a soft tone.

Gabriel seems to coward over to this two brothers with fear yet Michael seemed to ready to stand up on all fours and looking at the angel in the eye. The purple fire he has had a red hue in it before he lets out a weak squeak roar at him with all of his will on display. He turned to his three brothers as if they will cheer him on and not brothering to see their reaction; he turned back to Lucifer and then reared his head towards them and soon ran towards his stomach and headbutts it. An vain attempt to scare him off by verbally and physically attacking him.

Lucifer chuckled lightly at this.

This angered the spit-fire cub more as the red hue is dying the purple flames as Michael lets out another squeak roar and then attempts to headbutt his stomach again but slipped. Quick on his feet; Lucifer grabbed him and cradled him like an newborn. Flabbergasted, Michael looked at his older brother with such shock and surprise.

"It's really nice to meet you too, Michael." He chuckled after the experience. Seeing him no longer a threat, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael carefully head over to Lucifer to be with their two brothers. Small colored halos formed over the small Archangels' heads at they looked up to him as a larger halo of Lucifer's appeared with crosses and a face.

Lucifer looked at Michael as he knew at the moment what the Father had meant: Michael will be his replacement as the Prince of Heaven.

[wcshedup]

@fizzarollitm asked " You really are like Tilla. Nothing more than a wife with a man who hates his own children. Making her real proud B. "

counting to ten. writing a letter and throwing it away. driving out to the wastes and screaming her outrage into the soulless abyss. ANY of those options would have been better than engaging with fizzarolli's words, but caught between an exhausting night and one of the twins whining with discontent, barbie falls right back into her OLD way of dealing with him dishing her some shitty piece of advice --

" don't you EVER fucking say that to me like it's something to be ashamed of. my mother was TWICE the woman I'll ever be and THREE times the performer YOU'LL ever be. you ungrateful FUCK. " and there it is, the rolling boil of rage barbie had hoped died with her addiction years ago. obviously not.

the imp is shoving violently away from the table, chair legs screeching against ozzie's perfect marble floors. barbie is quickly turning tail to gather up the contents of her diaper bag and both the twins, both content with the flashing bits and bobs strewn across the blanket they'd been playing on while their mother and auntie had a nice little catchup. HA, nice, right.

" you are SO fucking -- just SO -- " there's a catch in her throat then, the rage threatening to give way to SORROW at the comment. fizz always knew just where to stick the knife, just what to say to inspire the most hurt inside her. but it didn't feel the same as when they were teenagers anymore, little digs about each other's looks or weight or performance -- this declaration that, were tilla here, barbie might be a DISAPPOINTMENT to her. after all the work, after all of the fucking nights of detoxing and vomiting and begging blitzø to just leave her in whatever alley she'd managed to collapse in. ( " PLEASE BLITZØ, JUST LET ME DIE, PLEASE. " ) " you don't UNDERSTAND, you'll never understand. "

because it feels so true. it feels like they're worlds apart now and no matter how she pleads the case, tries to make fizz understand how SHE feels -- it feels like he doesn't hear her. " you've never even ASKED me if i was happy ! you've never once fucking stopped to see if this is what i want, you just stand there on your fucking moral high ground, looking down your fucking NOSE at me like you're so much better. "

barbie continues to shove articles into the bag; tilla's floppy imp doll utters a mechanical-sounding 'mama!' as she does so, and charles' toy saber gives a brandishing swish. " i told you i was getting married and all i got was a fucking LECTURE about how awful he was, a million stories about how OTHER people don't like him, you never asked me how he treated me. and when i told you i was PREGNANT, no fucking CONGRATS, just 'oh barb, don't worry, i know a GREAT clinic'. " the recollections only seem to spurn her rage further and barbie shoves the backpack on with malice, the straps digging into her shoulder providing at least some sense of grounding.

" you'll NEVER fucking understand, NEVER. and you know why ? " she stoops down to gather the twins in her arms, one on each hip as she draws nearer to fizzarolli and leans in with venom, teeth bared in what MOST might interpret as unadulterated rage -- the moisture clinging to her eyes tells a different story if only one has the fortitude to look closely enough. to know her well enough. " because EVERYONE sees you. you walk into a room and you have every set of eyes, everyone admires you and wants you and just -- SEES you. but no one ever saw m-- "

that lump in her throat is swelling then, making her swollen thickly several times to try and fight it down. NO, barbie is NOT going to let this asshole see her cry. she's not gonna give him that satisfaction -- not after he had the gall to bring her dead fucking MOTHER into this.

" no one EVER saw me the way lucifer does. but maybe that's what BURNS you, fizz. that for once, just ONCE, someone wanted to pick me. well, welcome to MY fucking life, asshole. it's so EASY to tell me i should give up what i have, who i love, who loves ME, when you have so much more. "

the cherubic features of each twin peer over their mother's shoulder as she retreats from the room, moving quickly so that the jester won't see the tears now spilling over her lashline. tilla gives a small, open-close wave with her small hand.

" DON'T fucking call me, fizzarolli. "

[kleotheundeadone]

How Some Of The Hazbin Characters Kiss Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Lucifer

My other husband

I think he’d be nervous to kiss you at first, just cause it’s been a while

The first kiss would be soft, sweet, & nervous. This man is a depressed wreck, & he’d be a little scared to be vulnerable again after Lilith left him

But once he gets past that, oh he is absolutely gonna just start smooching you all the time in the most dramatic way possible

Like, you’re just chilling & this man walks up from behind you, grabs your hand, spins you around a couple timed just for funsies, & then dips you back before landing the biggest smooch right on your lips in front of everybody

What a goof

I love him Vox

My other other husband

It feels like static

NO HEAR ME OUT

You know that buzzy feeling you get when part of your body falls asleep?

That plus whatever the sound of skin rubbing against leather would feel like

I also feel like when he kisses, he’s sort of an all or nothing type of dude

Like, it’s either a small heartless peck on the cheek, or a violent, nasty, teeth clanking against teeth, downright disrespectful, literally deepthroating each others tongues type of kiss

You know i’m right, we all saw the way he was kissing Val in the finale

Valentino

My trashy little side-hoe

Y’all gonna need to hear me out again for this

He kisses like a fire

Again, hear me out

It starts off small, like a candle. I imagine he’d kiss similar to Angel to start, with one set of hands on your waist, & the other holding your face. Simple. Innocent even

But then the fire starts getting bigger

Brighter

Hotter

His hands go from your waist to your hips, the other set of hands from gently cupping your face to wrapping around your neck. Not enough to choke you, but just enough to let you know they’re there

One moment his lips are gently pressed against yours, & the in the next his tongue is halfway down your throat, & you can barely breathe you’re so wrapped up in him

One moment, it’s just a candle flickering on the window sill. In the next, the whole house is burning down in an all consuming pyre

Hate him all you want, he’s awful, but you can’t deny the man can kiss like a fucking god

Velvette

She kisses the homies goodnight

Just a little smooch to help keep the boogie-man away

The homies is Vox & the boogie-man is Alastor if you couldn’t guess

But to be actually serious for a sec, Vel’s would be a pretty great kisser

She’d taste like cherries & cinnamon, & would wrap her arms around your shoulders kicking her leg up like a true girls-girl

I love her Carmilla Carmine

I'M INCLUDING HER BECAUSE I LOVE HER & I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

Anyways

She would kiss you on the cheek as a show of appreciation

And give you forehead kisses whenever you feel sad

Because she is a mother & is loving like that

When it comes to kisses on the lips, she won’t kiss you first, but would drop hints that she wants you to kiss her

I also think she’d like it if you were to straight-up ask to kiss her

And when you do kiss, it’s very romantic

She’s very classy

My wife

[burning-fcols]

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... ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[delphi-dreamin]

I Just Wanna Be (The Girl You Like)

[Stream 4]

A members-only stream goes awry...

Characters: MC!Delphi, Lucifer, Mephistopheles (mentioned)

Relationship: Delphi x Lucifer (mutual pining)

Word Count: 1697

Warnings: Some anal play, praise kink, general angst~

Notes: Hey all! Still on vacation, but I got this little interlude chapter finished and thought I'd stick to schedule with it! I hope you like it! It's shorter than usual, but the next chapter should be up to the normal length.

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“Fucking Mephisto!” Delphi rages, slamming her door. “Fucking Mephisto and his fucking newspaper! It’s almost nothing more than a gossip rag, but everybody treats it like it’s the end-all-be-all for news in this god forsaken place! Fuck!”

Delphi shoves her thumb in her mouth as blood begins to seep from it. She hadn’t meant to cut herself on the latch to her box. But the metal had been getting rough recently and she just hadn’t had the time to sand it down. She can feel Satan’s pact mark on her thigh pulsing and burning as she makes her way to the bathroom for a bandage.

After the bleeding is stopped, she sets up her ring light and camera across from her chair like usual, then grabs a few toys from her box and lays them out on her table. She tries to settle into her chair the way she usually does, but the irritation burning in her stomach and on her leg makes it hard to find a comfortable position. So she decides to try something different.

“Hi, my loves. I’m glad y'all could join me on such short notice,” she sighs into the camera. She stands in front of it in her bra and panties, chair behind her in frame. “I’m so mad I can’t get comfortable today, so I thought I’d try something with y’all. I want y’all to walk me through what you want to see tonight. How do you want me to sit in the chair? Which toys do you want me to use? How fast and how hard do you want me to go? I want y’all to walk me through it, okay?”

There are only a few members on tonight, but the chat goes bananas. She knows Asmo is having a hell of a time moderating this, but she needs to not be in charge right now. There’s no real consensus in the chat for the first few moments, then out of nowhere, it all goes silent.

BigBadWolf has entered the chat

“Well, well,” Delphi says. “That didn’t take long. Hello, Wolf. I didn’t know if I’d see you again.”

Bigbadwolf: I tried to stay away. But I got the notification that you were online and had to see you.

Delphi scoffs, “Oh really? What happened to you?”

Bigbadwolf: Long day at school. What about you, little one? You seem angry.

“How very astute,” she huffs. “Long day at school.”

Bigbadwolf: If you don’t want me here, I can leave.

“No, by all means, stay,” Delphi sighs. She crosses her arms. “At least get in one more show before you leave.”

Bigbadwolf: All right. If you’re sure. What are we doing this evening?

“Guided masturbation, basically,” she explains, her hands moving to her hips. “You guys calling the shots. Because I had a shit day and I need to blow off steam and not make decisions.”

Bigbadwolf: Perfectly understandable. May I see your collection, little one?

Grinning, Delphi wheels her table around so that it’s in frame. There are a couple new toys on it, but a few old favorites as well. He clearly notices the newer ones.

Bigbadwolf: The plug.

It’s a black steel anal plug with a large red gem making up the base. It had been a birthday present to herself, but she hadn’t wanted to use it on the stream until she was more comfortable with it. Delphi feels her face heating up as she looks from the little plug to the bottle of lube beside it.

Bigbadwolf: On your knees in the chair, darling. Let us see.

Delphi smiles and nods, reaching back to undo the clasp of her bra. She lets it fall to the floor, her underwear following soon after. Making eye contact with the camera, she climbs into the chair, her knees spread. She leans forward, one hand on the back rim of the chair, and reaches back with the other to spread herself open for the camera. She teases like that for a few moments, gently teasing her hole before reaching over to her table for the lube and the plug.

She coats her fingers and the plug, then begins slowly teasing herself open.

Lucifer groans watching her slowly stretch herself around the black metal. She whimpers and moans as the toy slips into her ass, pumping it in and out a few times before nestling the wide gem in place between her cheeks. She arches her back, showing off the glittering gem for a few moments before turning to make eye-contact with the camera again.

“Now what, loves?” she asks, her voice a husky whisper.

“Fuck,” Lucifer breathes.

Bigbadwolf: You are stunning, little one.

Bigbadwolf: I think you know which toy I’d like to see you use tonight, if that’s all right.

“Of course it is, darling Wolf,” Delphi replies, smiling into the camera. She reaches over to her table and grabs both of their favorite toy, bringing it into frame and to her lips. “This is the one, isn’t it, love?”

Bigbadwolf: You know it is, little tease.

Delphi finds herself laughing, unable to contain the bubbly feeling in her chest. “So I’m a tease? I thought you liked that, Wolf.”

She can practically hear the growl in the back of his throat when he responds.

Bigbadwolf: Did I say that?

“You didn’t have to,” she breathes, running her tongue up the underside of the dildo’s tip. “Where do you want it?”

Bigbadwolf: Between those pretty lips, darling.

Delphi has to stop herself from whining as she takes the toy between her lips. The tip is pointed, widening out to a thick shaft that she can barely open enough for. It makes her jaw ache and burn, but she’s happy to put on a show for her channel members.

Lucifer sighs, shifting into his demon form. He watches, entranced, as the exchange student bobs her head on the toy. Every now and then, he catches a flash of silver as she rakes her tongue over the flat tip.

Bigbadwolf: Did you ever find out who that toy was based off of?

She releases it with a wet pop, grinning and panting into the camera. She shakes her head, replying, “No, I haven’t figured it out yet. My channel manager won’t tell me. He says I have to figure it out on my own.”

Bigbadwolf: Poor thing.

“I know!” Delphi exclaims. “I have to be a damn detective!”

Lucifer chuckles, draping his wings over the arms of his chair in an attempt to get more comfortable. He sheds his outer layers, loosening his shirt collar and then undoing his slacks.

Bigbadwolf: I’m sure you can figure it out, dear Oracle. I’m told that you’re rather brilliant.

He watches as her face goes cherry red under the soft white light of her streaming setup, grinning a wolfish grin. She likes being praised, does she? He can do that.

Bigbadwolf: What’s the matter, little one? Not used to being told you’re brilliant?

Eyes wide and blush deepening, she sputters, “N-no! It’s not- I’m fine! It’s nothing!”

Bigbadwolf: Do you enjoy being praised, little Oracle?

“Wolf, please-“

Bigbadwolf: Flustered looks lovely on you, darling.

Bigbadwolf: Now, be a good girl and spread those pretty legs, hm?

Delphi hopes that the involuntary whine that rips from her throat isn’t picked up by her mic as she leans back in her chair and drops her knees open. The heat in her cheeks is almost painful as she peeks up at the camera from beneath her lashes. The throb between her legs is almost as bad as the burn in her face, as is the searing heat in Asmo’s pact mark.

“How’s this?” she breathes.

Bigbadwolf: Absolutely stunning, darling. You look so lovely spread out like that.

Bigbadwolf: Now, I want you to show me how well you can take that toy of yours.

She whimpers, but nods, lining the dildo’s pointed tip with her soaked entrance.

Something Lucifer hadn’t been expecting when he fell were the physical changes to his body between his human and demon forms. His wings and horns he knew about. What he hadn’t known about was the way his fingers would lengthen into talon-like claws, black tipped and dangerous. He hadn’t been expecting the wicked fangs, and indeed bit the inside of his cheek and his tongue several time before getting used to them.

The one he was most surprised about, though, he allows to spring free from his slacks. Milky beads of precum form on his pointed tip and he groans as he spreads it down his thick shaft in time with her. Millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, he moves his fist at the same pace as the exchange student on his screen, imagining it was actually his cock she was sinking onto and not the silicone reproduction that Asmodeus had somehow gifted her.

When he finds out how the little shit managed it, there will be hell to pay. But for now he watches as she takes the thing down to the base, sweat covering her in a thin sheen as she pants, open-mouthed, her violet eyes glazed over with magenta.

Bigbadwolf: That’s it, lamb. You did so well.

Bigbadwolf: I'll bet you feel as amazing as you look, don’t you?

“W-Wolf!” she exclaims and he sees her shift and clench around the toy. Lucifer chuckles. That red tinge in her cheeks makes her look so much prettier.

Bigbadwolf: You should get used to being praised, little one.

“It’s not that I’m not used to it,” Delphi protests.

Bigbadwolf: Oh? Then what is it, lamb?

She shakes her head, clenching her jaw hard. Then the stream goes dark and Lucifer is left baffled. What just happened?

OracleDelphi: It’s not that I’m not used to it.

Bigbadwolf: What’s wrong, Oracle?

OracleDelphi: You’re leaving me.

OracleDelphi: You always leave the sweetest comments and you take over the chat when I do streams like this so I never have to do anything weird.

OracleDelphi: You’ve been with me since my channel started. You know me as well as my housemates do.

OracleDelphi: And now you’re leaving.

Bigbadwolf is typing…

OracleDelphi is offline

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