#magne family

[hazbin-alastor]

Morningstar Family Portraits: Before and After — 2019 vs 2024

[alex-rewrites-hellaverse]

Charlotte "Charlie" Magne

As the princess of hell, and the second born of Lucifer and Lilith Magne, she has plenty of free time on her porcelain hands! Especially when she's kept away from most of the world for her whole childhood

Thanks to that she was once close with her family, though nowadays she rarely talks to them, especially her father. The two's last conversation was a long fight, leading to him forbidding her from doing this and her refusing to back down despite her father's rage. Words were exchanged and it ended with her kicked from the castle and told to not return until she came to her senses.

Despite that and her lack of understanding for humans she still wants to help sinners redeem themselves, and make their way to Heaven! She fully believes that if she can get enough sinners redeemed then Heaven will listen to her and end the exterminations, maybe even allowing her family's return.

Though Heaven aren't the only rock in her hoof, her family and the sinners themselves are definitely going to be issues but she'll get there when she gets there! She'll keep her head held high and try to do this with just help from those now close to her.

With her girlfriend Via by her side along with the new backer to the hotel she's sure the Redeeming Hotel will work, especially with their first guests!

[the-apple-of-her-eye-au]

Hope you all had a spooooooky Halloween!

This was meant to go our yesterday but Agatha All Along took over my soul, apologies!

Chapter 44?! I cannae believe there's that many lmao anyhoooo... a debut for an unwelcome guest. Enjoy ❤️

[momomallowart]

Merry Christmas~! ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ🎄🎁☃️

[spacebubblehomebase]

Out of context reimagined parts from my new #HHStargazersAU!

⚠️ TW: Nerdy word vomit about my coloring choices ahead:

My take on human Chaggie & Radioapple's color scheme! Yes. I headcanon the Magnes as beautiful blondes with just as beautiful brown eyes. Because there's no WAY warm red & yellows translate to cool baby blues! If anything, Vaggie's eyes would be the lighter shade. (At least in my AU.) Because her canon eyes are white and I think the dark skin contrast nicely with blue. As for Alastor's green... Look. Give me a chance! I swear I can later explain it through lore!

As for their clothes, I just chose hell's red for Charline, heavenly hues for Vaggie, earthy colors for Alastor to balance the green (with some white rather than black to show his employment under the Magnes), and pastels for Lucius (though out of everyone in my story, he may undergo the most palette switches. Just saying).

Spoiler for my recent comic update: As you can see, Vaggie & Alastor's human disguises aren't perfect. Thus some parts of their hair remain unchanged. Vaggie's ineffable white bangs and Alastor's brown-passing too-vibrant red hair (which mind you, was a difficult balance to achieve. Specially to match the greens-) still ever so distinct. People think they dyed it, but I assure you, it's all natural~! Along with their near supernatural ability to charm. Lol. -Bubbly💙

[voxslays]

FULL MOON

Featuring >>> Alastor x Reader; In which, Alastor is hiding his seasonal rut cycle from everyone in the hotel, including you. Unfortunately, it isn’t very long until you find out what he’s been hiding…

WARNINGS: Smut, AFAB Reader, Dub-Con??, Seasonal rut

It was late October, the time when sinners went into their seasonal ruts. For many years, Alastor had been able to pretend he was completely immune to the effects of the fall heat he felt. Being able to hide out until late November when his rut disappeared. Until this year, when you had arrived. You were a fellow deer demon, a doe to be exact. You were innocent, naive, and most of all, kind.

You knew of Alastor’s title, one he had earned from taking down and broadcasting the screams of countless overlords and other high-ranking sinners, becoming an overlord in record time. Yet, you never feared him. Alastor was curious about you, trying to truly get to know you. Not for your soul, but for you as a person. You intrigued him, entertained him. That was one of the reasons why his rut was extremely unbearable this year. He had no choice but to lock himself away from you and the other residents of the hotel—only coming out for meals—until his rut was over.

Alastor paced in his private quarters, his movements agitated and uncharacteristically erratic. The scent of your presence lingered in the halls, a sweet torment that set his nerves ablaze. He gripped the balcony railing, his claws digging into the marble as he fought to maintain control. ​​Not only did he feel the pain of his unbearable rut, but the major migraines from his shedding antlers. His antlers felt ready to drop at any moment, but not soon enough to ease his suffering.         

Alastor let out a deep groan of pain, his body wracked with tremors. He was losing control. He let out a roar of frustration, shattering several nearby floral vases. Just as Alastor is about to step into his bayou, he hears a knock on his door. Followed by a muffled voice calling his name. He quickly walks out of the miniature pocket-dimension, growing frustrated with whoever dares to interrupt his alone-time.

Alastor stormed to the door, his eyes flashing dangerously. He flung the door open, prepared to berate whoever had dared to disturb him. His words caught in his throat as he saw you standing there, your expression concerned. “Are you okay!?” You ask worriedly, pressing your hand to his burning forehead. “Do you have a fever?” Alastor's initial anger melted away, replaced by a hint of relief at your presence. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as he savored the warmth of your hand. "I'm fine," he lied, his voice rough and hoarse from his recent roar. "Just a headache.” He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The scent of your concern was intoxicating, making his heart race. "I appreciate your worry, but I can handle it. It's just...a difficult time of year for me." He carefully states.

“Do you need anything? I’d be happy to help.” You give him a thoughtful smile. Alastor's resolve wavered at your kind offer. He wanted to accept, to lean on you, but he knew the risk. "You're too kind," he said softly, his hand coming up to cover yours on his forehead. "But I wouldn't want to burden you with my..." He trails off, his smile only slightly faltering. He paused, torn between his desire for you and his need to protect you from his rut. "...problems." He finished lamely, dropping his hand and stepping back. "I'll be fine. Just need some rest." He says, as sweat pours down his forehead, the room seemingly getting hotter and hotter. “Just come to me if you need anything. I hope you feel better soon!” You say, waving as you walk down the hall. Alastor watches you go, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to call you back, to lose himself in your comforting presence. But he knew he couldn't, not like this.

The last time Alastor had come out of his room was Sunday. It was now a Wednesday. You and the other hotel residents—mainly Charlie and Husk (for two very different reasons)—were becoming concerned. Charlie tried to convince Vaggie and you that Alastor was fine, and he probably just needed a little space—while Husk was positive Alastor was planning something. It didn’t really matter to you. You just wanted to know Alastor was okay. When Thursday rolled around, you decided enough was enough. You marched up to his room and gently knocked on the door, not sure if you would even get an answer. The knock echoed through the silent room. Alastor was sprawled on his bed, drenched in sweat and shivering. He groaned and dragged himself up, staggering to the door. He flung it open, expecting to see Charlie or Husk.

Alastor’s eyes widen when he sees you standing in the dimly lit hallway. “Where have you been!?” You ask, with a tone of concern. ​​“Wait a moment.” You say, thinking to yourself. Alastor watched you warily, his body trembling as another wave of need crashed over him. “You’re in your rut aren’t you?” You ask. You had remembered hearing somewhere that some demons could have seasonal ruts depending on their species and sins in life. From what Alastor had previously told you, it would only make sense he had entered his seasonal cycle.

Alastor's face contorted in a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and pain. "Yes," he hissed, clenching his fists at his sides. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. I can't control myself right now." He slightly trembles. “Wait-! Let me help you.” Alastor's eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head vehemently. "No. Absolutely not. You can't." He trailed off, his breathing growing heavier as another surge of desire washed over him. "Please.” Your eyes meet, and you look into his crimson red pupils, now even redder with pain. “I don’t want you to suffer. Please, just let me help you.” You practically beg. Alastor's resolve wavers as he meets your gaze. The concern and care in your eyes nearly undo him. He takes a shuddering breath. "You don't know what you're offering," he warns, his voice rough with strain. "Once I start, I won't be able to stop."

“I don't care.” Something in Alastor snaps at your words. With a growl, he reaches out and gently pulls you into the room, slamming the door shut. He pins you against it, his body flush against yours. "Last chance to run," ​​You don’t dare move, too lost in his gaze. Alastor's eyes burn with an intense hunger as he looks at you. Without another word, he claims your mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. His hands roam over your body, seeking relief from the torment. "Fuck," Alastor curses against your lips, his voice shaking with need. You gently cup his antlers, rubbing tender circles around them, relieving pain.

A low groan escapes him as you touch his antlers. He grinds himself against you, seeking friction. "More." Alastor pants out. His fingers nimbly unzipping the back of your dress, pushing it off your shoulders, and slowly sliding it off, watching it pool at your feet. His gaze drinks in the sight of you bare before him. His touch becomes gentler, reverent, as he explores every curve and line of your body. He leans down, pressing kisses along your collarbone, his hands sliding up your thighs and wrapping around to squeeze your backside. "So beautiful," His mouth travels lower, tracing the swell of your breast, his tongue flicking out to taste you. His body shudders as another wave of heat washes over him. He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you to his bed. He laid down, positioning you astride his hips. 

He guides your hips, helping you take him inside. A low moan rumbles in his chest at the exquisite feeling of you enveloping him. His hands grip your thighs as he starts to move, setting a deep, powerful rhythm. "That's it," He praises breathlessly ​​as you let out little whimpers and whines. The sound of your whimpers spurs him on, his pace quickening. He reaches between you, his calloused fingers finding the bundle of nerves at your core and stroking it rhythmically. You cry out, your nails digging into his back. Alastor's expression contorts with pleasure and pain. He lets out a guttural growl, his hips jerking up sharply. He wraps his arms around you, flipping you onto your stomach without breaking your union. 

His movements become feverish, his breath coming in short pants. You scream in pleasure, your face being gently pressed down into the pillow. His thrusts become brutal, his balls slapping against your clit with each stroke. The force of his movements causes the headboard to bang against the wall. He reaches under you, his fingers finding your mouth, shoving them inside. He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he pistons into you. His hips stutter as he reaches his peak, a deep groan torn from his throat as he spilled deep inside you. He bites down into your shoulder, his teeth breaking your skin.

You whimper, gripping the sheets beneath you with all your strength. As he comes down from his high, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, pressing them against your lips to silence any cries. He lays his head against your back, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Shh, my love," He whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction. You gently roll over, gently gripping his shoulders as you let out quick, shallow breaths. Alastor's gaze drops to where your bodies are still joined. He lets out a pleased rumble as he feels you tighten around him once more. He grins at you, his sharp, yellow teeth glistening with your blood.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead. He chuckles, nipping gently at your chin. "Mmm, you look delicious like that, my dear. All sweaty and disheveled.” You let out a quick breathy pant. “I am exhausted.” Your body is still slightly trembling. He grins wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Good. That means I did my job right.” He flexes his hips, his body stirring once more. “And only seventy hours to go.” Only seventy…What!?

[grazinight]

[onesidedradiostatic]

I constantly think about how charlie only met vaggie 3 years prior to the series, lilith was gone for 7, lucifer had been distant from her for god knows how long, so. she really spent 4 years having no one huh? that's kind of just. really sad. finding vaggie and sheltering her was probably the most constant company she had in a WHILE

I think about how much implied DECADES of history and interconnections there are between the villains that we can explore dynamics set in the past, and then I think about charlie's lack of that and then I get sad. a good chunk of the main cast are characters she only recently met and most of hell's residents don't even respect her so it's hard to imagine who she really HAD before vaggie

[thebeakersdream]

Miss Charlie 🖤

[lbcreations-blog]

Morningstar Family with a preteen reader that is very smart

Masterlist

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It was a normal day in the castle. Your dad was in his office working, and your mom was practicing for her next show. While you were in your room getting ready for the upcoming royal meeting.

The meeting which you were very excited for, because it was your first ever royal meeting. You've been begging your dad for awhile to go and attend meetings. But your dad kept on saying no, and you are too young, yada yada yada.

But he finally said yes so you were hyped getting ready three hours before and everything.

After wating for awhile and pacing in your room with excitement, a servant came up to your room and told you that the meeting room was almost ready and you are allowed to come into the meeting room in 2 minutes.

After waiting 2 minutes, you entered the meeting room, and your father told you to sit next to your mother. After a few minutes mingling with your parents on how excited you are, the other royals attending the meeting started entering the room.

Most of the royals were shoked to see you attending the meeting, in which triggerd demons like beezlbub to tell you on how fast you are growing up, and how you are basically an adult, even though you were just a preteen.

Anyways once the meeting began, you sat there on your seat extremely focused on the meeting. Of course, most of the royals did not expect you, a preteen, to get so focused and serious.

Especially for someone who has a playful father like Lucifer and someone would expect you would end up like Charlie being not as serious as you were being.

When Lucifer asked for suggestions for an ecomeny problem, he was not expecting your hand to come up so quickly. He asked what your idea was, in which was a very clever idea.

He then heard the other royals' ideas, and he ended up choosing to go on using your idea. Which he was not expecting.

Then there was another problem that needed to be solved, and once again, you had the smartest idea. Which was making Lucifer really prideful about knowing that his child was so smart.

Of course, Lilith felt prideful about you being so smart but not as prideful as your father.

After about a month of attending meetings, your father told you that you can officially tend to all the meetings that happen in the castle. When you texted Charlie that you were officially allowed to tend to all royal meetings, there indeed was no doubt that she was proud of you.

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So that's it. This story MIGHT get polished once the 1st season is finished coming out, meaning every eps of that season

Otherwise

[princess-charlie-of-hell]

Me: Everyone should be allowed to have their own opinion in fandoms even if I don't personally agree with it

Someone: Alastor would be a better partner to Lucifer and parent to Charlie than Lilith!

Me:

I don't understand how people can say that. I can understand seeing Lilith as a bad parent and partner because she left 7 years ago for heaven despite me hoping that she has a good reason but acting like Alastor is better than her in comparison?

He straight up is trying to manipulate Charlie for his personal gains that doesn't sounds like something a good father would do.

And the only interaction Lucifer and Alastor had were them fighting which also doesn't sound like a healthy couple thing to do

Also We still don't know enough from Lilith actually to judge her character and if she is a good or bad person but from what we have seen and heard from her doesn't sound like a terrible person

And If we compare the painting of the goetia family to the Morningstar family we can see a clear difference between the families

Where Stella looks like she wants to kill Stolas on the spot and doesn't even touch Octavia from what I can see , Lilith looks happy with her family and has both Charlie and Lucifer in her arms.

Despite it just could be a red hering to make the reveal of bad guy Lilith even more shocking, right now we just can make just Theories about Lilith being a abusive person and don't really have a proof except that she left to be in heaven for selfish or selfless

And even if it turns out that Lilith is a terrible person, that doesn't erase the fact that Alastor is a bad person himself

[allastoredeer]

My favorite appleradio dynamic is prejudiced Lucifer x sassy bitch Alastor.

In Dad Beat Dad, Alastor may have started the passive aggressive jabs, but Lucifer escalated to death threats (Alastor's head on a plate) with shocking ease.

Like: "Okay, Luci. You're at a 10 and I need you at a 2." Man literally needed less than half a reason to start that Loony Tunes bout.

I like to imagine it's a side effect of his need to control everything. Like he was fighting both sides of the argument rapid fire in his head and was then meeting the escalation of an imaginary Alastor.

Sort of like how he answered for/with Charlie when she thanked him mid-song for offering his help free of charge.

It's the type of overreaction that someone that aggravates others for fun would love! Enter Alastor, Certified Public Troll with only a passing acquaintance with self-preservation.

New Mission: How far can I go before this could be considered self-destructive tendencies?

Alastor unintentionally disproving Lucifer's "All sinners are the same" philosophy by just being the worst... and then Lucifer has to face the horrifying realization that he likes the bastard. XD

Lucifer: All sinners are bad.

Alastor: *being the absolute worst person Lucifer's ever met*

Lucifer: You know what, maybe other Sinners aren't that bad actually

But yes, prejudiced!Lucifer x sassybitch!Alastor is my bread and butter. It's so good. They clash so much and that's what makes it fun.

And literally, Alastor may have been passive aggressive first, but the way Lucifer ramped it up was impressive. I made a post before going over the scene when they officially met, and, like, Alastor's comments overall? Not very antagonist. Or, the words at least. Passive aggressive, sure, but the most outright antagonistisitc he got was when he called Lucifer short.

Whereas it was immediate dislike on Lucifer's side.

All Alastor said was (both in response to Lucifer's reaction to his bar and the very first time they spoke to each other): Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color! Don't you think?

And THIS was Lucifer's face ⬇️

"And you are?"

Like, Alastor didn't even sound that passive aggressive. The most I could give him was the smirky little face he gave Lucifer

(god, why is Alastor so pretty right here though??? maybe that's why Lucifer was so mad. Boi turn down those bedroom eyes, Luci can't think. That was Alastor's first plan. He was going to seduce the king of Hell, but then Lucifer insulted his bar, and he decided they were throwing hands instead).

I'm of the opinion that Lucifer was antagonist towards Alastor first and Alastor was just matching his energy (albeit very readily LMAO his eye was twitching the moment Lucifer walked through the door).

Also, yes, thank you for bringing up Lucifer answering for Charlie, cuz I think that's something a lot of people overlook.

Well, maybe he didn't answer for her exactly. I imagine it's just what he wanted her to say, but still, look at Charlie's face ⬇️

She doesn't look very comfortable.

In fact, she looked awkward, annoyed, frustrated, and uncomfortable throughout most of her interactions with Lucifer in this episode.

(there's a lot more but tumblr has a picture limit)

Wheras, this is what she was like with Alastor:

like

DAMN

Okay Luci, I see why your insecurities were firing on all cylinders.

We all know that Alastor wasn't genuine about being a father figure to her, but there has to be something to his and Charlie's relationship if she's looking at him like this. Especially in front of Lucifer.

I'm getting off topic though, I could do a WHOLE other post on my thoughts about Charlie's relationship with Lucifer VS Charlie's relationship with Alastor, and why it is the way that it is.

Anyway, yes, I agree with you. Lucifer 100% escalated the fight between him and Alastor. He went from zero to sixty with no hesitation, and he wasn't even AWARE of Alastor and Charlie's relationship yet. Essentially, the way I see it, he was acting that way toward Alastor for the sole reason that he's a Sinner which is the definition of prejudice.

And I want to clarify to anyone reading this, this isn't me hating on Lucifer. I love Lucifer. I love his character and his flaws and his insecurities. I love the way it all affects how he interacts with other characters, both negatively and positively. This is what makes him so interesting to me.

He holds so much capacity for love while also being so heavily flawed and it is 😙👌 delicious.

[passionateseadruid]

How about a lucifer x reader nutcracker au

oooh! Okay…

CW: Reader in a dress but no gender mentioned.

What if HE’S Clara.

Auntie Sera gives Lucifer a beautiful nutcracker for his birthday.

And he hates it.

“I’m not 12 Sera.” He rolls his eyes

“Just give it a chance Lucifer. It’s very versatile. You might just find an obscure use for it." Sera smiles and squeezes his shoulder.

Yeah right, he thinks. How could he find a use out of some recycled driftwood.

He tosses (Delicately sets, he's still a decent guy who is on some level grateful for gifts, even if he doesn't like them) the stupid thing on his bedside table.

He tries to go to sleep that night but he can't. He just can't.

He turns on his side and looks at that nutcracker... just sitting there... taunting him.

"What do you want from me? HUH?! SPEAK! Ugh... this is pathetic, lucifer... you're talking to a doll! ...in second and third person no less."

He scoops up the doll and sets it next to him. He doesn't know why but he figures that he might as well.

He finally (FINALLY) drifts off to sleep.

He suddenly hears a bump in the middle of the night. He shoots up in his bed in a cold sweat. He looks around his room and not seeing any danger he lays back down.

He turns to his side to look at the nutcracker and there it is, or should I say there you are.

You were no longer the short stumpy nutcracker that he had been given only a few hours prior.

You were real.

You were human!

You were beautiful...

no... you ARE beautiful!!

To Lucifer... you’re the most enchanting creature he's ever seen.

He blushes slightly. You tilt your head at the sight of his red dot cheeks (similar to your own might I add) dusting with a soft pale yellow. You poke at them trying to gauge why and how they change color.

"Why do they change?" You tilt your head.

"Um... I... I think you're pretty." He was trying not to be autistic too forward awkwardly blunt about it. (As an autistic person myself, can relate.)

"But you're pretty and my cheeks aren't yellow. Are they?" You bring your hands up to your cheeks.

"No but- You think I'm pretty?"

"It's a mere fact." You nod.

You shrug at him and hop out of bed.

He follows suit and the two of you walk out of his room and down the hallway. The hall seems to stretch longer and longer. Until you two were the size of rats.

Speaking of rats, a large army of rats runs out from a hole in the wall to block the two of you as you scurry around the hall.

A very tall rat queen comes out. She has long blonde hair, a gold crown, and bears a strikingly memorable purple dress.

"Stay back your highness! I'll fight her off!" You draw your sword.

You jumped into the fray to fight off the rat queen.

She ducks and dodges as you swing and flip and spin your sword, trying to get her to retreat.

It seems like nothing is working! The Rat queen is determined to take Lucifer for herself!

That is until Lucifer throws a rubber duck at her head.

The rat queen is taken aback by the sudden assault and looks at him in shock.

He continues to pelt her with rubber ducks he summons as she and her troops leave.

"You did it, your highness!" You lift him off the ground

"Well, you know..." He blushes gold again.

"You're my hero!"

You kiss his cheek and before you know it the two of you are in a forest of sweets!

Suddenly a sugarplum fairy (Bearing a striking resemblance to Charlie) descends from the sky.

"Lucifer Magne, the Morningstar, for your act of bravery I shall grant you one gift. Anything you want! Name it and it's yours." She smiles.

"I want to marry the Nutcracker." He says, practically cutting the sugarplum fairy off in his excitement.

"Done." She snaps her fingers and you were put in a beautiful floor length ball gown.

Lucifer grabs your hands and leads you into a waltz.

Just as you were about to kiss he woke up from his dream

"MOTHERFU-"

In typical Lucifer Fashion he gets utterly obsessed with the nutcracker.

He grabs you from where he left you in the bed last night and starts reciting a spell to turn you into the perfect version of dream you.

You awoke with a startle, having just been given life.

Lucifer hugs you and your immediate first thought is to push this stranger away.

Lucifer looks hurt but when you explain to him that you have no idea who he is or who you are or where you are (or why your here or ever what either of you are) Lucifer puts the pieces together quite quickly.

He uses telekinesis to show you the dream he had last night.

“That’s us?”

“It is! it has to be!”

So that's how you started to loosen up to the idea of letting him touch you and kiss you and-

and this is the story of how Lucifer married a doll.

Thank you for the ask! If you like my writing check out my original work

[spacebubblehomebase]

"Meet The Magnes."

Happy PRIDE Month, everyone!!! And because it is the month of Pride, I found it very fitting to post about the family that best represent it. 😉 Sorry I have nothing for Radioapple week, you guys. Between working on my #HHStargazersAU and other school projects, I might just go INSANE. Haha! I know there's a lot of info, but while a lot of these seem random, I assure y'all that there will be explanations for them in the future. I'm leading y'all up to something fun! Besides that, Bonus fact: Lucius is a diehard Chaggie shipper. Happy to have this pretty future daughter-in-law for his perfect baby girl. (He's just like me fr. 😩🤌🤌) Also, I realized that with the scale of my usual world building, ya'll will have to do a fair bit of reading in the future. So from now on, consider this AU as more of an "Artfic" than just comics. It's format ever changing to suit this and that part of my story. My very own passion project! (Lore drops go brr-) I hope that's okay? -Bubbly💙

[voxslays]

MAKING COOKIES!

Featuring >>> Lucifer x Reader; In which, you are happily making cookies in the grand kitchen of the hotel, only to be joined by a very excited Lucifer. But is he there for you or the frosting?

It was a bright autumn day. You were in the kitchen, making apple flavored fall cookies, humming to yourself, when Lucifer himself walked in. "Oh heck! You’re baking!?" He puts down the rubber ducky he was holding and walks over to you. "Can I have some? You know I can’t resist sweets!" He grinned. You laugh softly “Yes you may.” Lucifer sticks his hand to the bowl, only for you to smack it away, laughing. “Once it’s done!” Lucifer pouts, sticking out his bottom lip. "Aw, come on! I'm starving over here!" He tries to reach into the bowl again, but you swiftly move it out of his reach. "Fine, be that way."

“Awww Luci.” You coo, gently rubbing his back. "Mmmhmm." He crossed his arms, fake pouting. Then he chuckles, uncrossing his arms to wrap them around your waist. "I’ll let it slide." He grinned. “Here.” You say handing him the piping bag, filled with vanilla frosting. “Taste test it for me, would you?” Lucifer's eyes light up at the sight of the piping bag. "Now you're speaking my language!" He takes the piping tip eagerly, squeezing a generous amount of frosting onto his finger. He slowly sucks the frosting off his finger, keeping eye contact with you. "Mmm...that's really good." He grinned mischievously. "But I think I need another sample to be sure."

“Oh no you don’t!” Lucifer sticks out his bottom lip, looking dejected. "But...I want more..." He slowly leans in, nuzzling your neck softly, his voice low and sultry. “Fine…!” Lucifer's grin widens as he hears you reluctantly give in. He takes the piping bag from your hand, holding it to his lips and sucking hard, making sure to get every last bit of frosting. "Mmm...so good..." He murmurs, his eyes closed in bliss. “You have some frosting on your nose.” You point to his already white nose. "Mmm? Where?" You gently touch his face and wipe off the vanilla colored frosting.

Lucifer smiles softly, nuzzling into your touch. "Thank you...you're so sweet..." He says jokingly as he leans in and kisses you softly, his arms tightening around your waist. "Just like these cookies." He whispers against your lips. You giggle softly, leaning into his warm embrace. ​​"Mmm...I love that sound..." He nuzzles into your neck, kissing softly. "Are the cookies done yet?" He asks impatiently. “They still have about fifteen minutes in the oven.” You say, taking the tray and sliding them in. Lucifer watches you put the cookies in the oven, his eyes trailing over your body appreciatively. "Fifteen minutes, huh? I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time..." He smirks, pulling you flush against him. "What do you say?" You bend down and close the oven door, giggling softly as you set the timer. “Yes your majesty.”

A/N: I will be posting twice today, trying to catch up with the fluff/kinktober prompts. Sorry this one was so short!

[grazinight]

❤🖤