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daydream-cement · 1 year ago

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Aftercare (lightly NSFW)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Lucifer seems to be gaining feelings for a little human who was once just a toy.

Author’s Note: Just a random snippet of soft Luci <3

Getting you up to Lucifer’s chambers was an easy process as the angel swept you off your feet once they had finished with you. Your body was covered in love bites from your evening of love making. The Morningstar had challenged you to a new level of heightened pleasure that now left you unable to move.

When you were helped onto Lucifer’s bed, you trembled as you forced your legs open for the Lightbringer. The blonde chuckled in response, shaking their head as they had no interest in forcing you through any additional orgasms. With a large, firm hand, Lucifer gripped your thigh and pressed it to the other, “No more tonight, dearest. You and I are going to explore aftercare. Have you ever done that before?”

You shook your head, your body releasing its tension at the notion of being done for the night. “No…”

“First, we will get you cleaned up. Can you stand well enough for a shower, my darling? I will get you all washed up.”

With a quiet nod, you crawled to the edge of the bed and stood on wobbly legs. Lucifer met you and wrapped an arm around your back and another under your legs to lift you from the bed. They carried you to their washroom, turning on the shower once you entered.

They wanted the water nice and hot to relax your body. While it heated up, they pushed you against the bathroom sink to press soft kisses against your face and neck. Lucifer’s taller form pressed against yours, your face level with their breasts. Their hands wandered around your body, not squeezing or groping as they had been merely an hour earlier, but softly admiring every bit of your form.

“Did I go too rough, little angel?”

You shook your head ‘no’ even when the answer was ‘yes’, not wanting Lucifer to think you couldn’t handle more the next time around. You would do anything to please the fallen angel.

The Morningstar pressed a final kiss to your forehead and guided you to the shower. They took to scrubbing your body, smirking as they gazed upon the marks they left behind. “Look at these marks… A work of art.”

You smiled fondly at the possessiveness, your arms winding around their frame to hold them close. Lucifer’s hands traveled between your legs, gently cleaning you and trying to avoid irritating the spots sore from fucking. “I would like you to accompany me to my meetings tomorrow…”

You whimper as the blonde’s fingers push too hard against your clit, the sensation more pain than pleasure, “Really?”

“Yes, kitten… I want you there with me.” There was no hiding the obvious twinge of pride in Lucifer’s tone.

The Morningstar slipped around to your backside, hands continuing to caress your tummy and thighs. They guided you out of the path of the water and began washing your hair, earning a high pitched hum of appreciation from you. Their words just above a whisper when they began rinsing the shampoo out, “But you don’t have to. As much as I enjoy you being at my side, you are not obligated, darling. I just want you to be happy.”

“Making you happy, makes me happy.” You said simply, turning around in their arms and nuzzling into their chest.

Lucifer chuckled at the sentiment and added conditioner to their hands, combing it through your hair. “You already do by being with me. Now, be a good pet and rinse your hair. I need to finish my own shower.”

You remained quiet, moving to do as you were told.

Lucifer washed up their own body, their eyes drifting to you every few seconds to check on you. They adored you and the love you had for them. With each day the two spent together, the Morningstar felt themself only growing more possessive and protective over you. It was becoming hard to spend time without you near.

After their shower, Lucifer took their time drying off your body, shifting to sit on the edge of the bathtub and draw you to stand before them. They pressed kisses to your chest and abdomen and smiled up at you fondly, “I want you to rest well tonight. I can’t have my darling hurting.”

You smiled softly at the care Lucifer showed you, your hands teasing at their blonde locks to show them your own affection. “Can we watch a movie tomorrow? After you finish your meetings…”

“Of course, dearest. You know I love your human films. Now get your pajamas on.”

You were the one to press a kiss to the Morningstar’s lips before hobbling off to the room you had begun sharing. The blonde proceeded with their nighttime routine and adjourned to the bedroom just in time to see you crawling into bed. The sight brought a smile to the Lightbringer’s face, and they felt grateful they were going to be crawling into bed with you.

After turning out the lights, Lucifer climbed into bed after you, weaving an arm around your waist and drawing you in to snuggle. With their hands on either side of your face, the Morningstar encouraged you to rest your face between the blonde breasts. They began stroking your locks, “Did you have fun tonight, my child?”

“Mhm. I liked riding you… You looked so powerful…” You closed your eyes and wistfully pictured yourself n reverse cowgirl, getting fucked nice and hard by the strap they had attached to their form. They had been absolutely delighted with the sight of you unraveling before them.

“Mmm… We may need to try it again, only next time I will ride you? Then you can be the one to make me moan.”

You giggled at the thought, snuggling closer. Your hands wandered inside their robe and around Lucifer’s waist to dance across their back.

“Now it’s time for bed. Please wake me if you need anything.” Lucifer slowly closed their eyes, adjusting their position to rest their chin on the top of your head. With two deep breaths, the angel began to give way to the sweet temptation of sleep.

“I… love you….” You murmured, not considering the consequences of sharing these never before spoken words.

Lucifer seemed stunned, taken aback even. They paused for a pregnant moment, never considering before how they could be loved by another. The silence made you feel sick, but you had no regrets in sharing your feelings. Only if you could have seen the way Lucifer stared at you through the darkness. A gazed filled with more love and admiration than even the Morningstar thought they were capable of.

“I love you as well. Now please try and sleep, dearest lamb.”

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jolenes-doppelganger · 1 year ago

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Reflected Through the Looking Glass (Part One)

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman) x fem! Reader

Summary: Lucifer lost few things in the fall. Most notably the loss of connection with the Father, but not the Mother. Following Dream's defeat, Lucifer returns to Gaia, the abode of Mother for answers. Slumbering peacefully as the world around her moves forward, Y's (Y/N's) days are spent listening to the subtle changes of the world above. Upon Lucifer's return, Y's life changes drastically as Mother holds the secret of Y's existence close to her heart, a secret Lucifer is keen to unravel. Lucifer uses they/them pronouns bc all angels are canonically genderless in The Sandman. The reader is an angel. This is a soulmate thingie (idk how to describe it without giving away the whole fic). Heart-wrenchingly soft fluff.

Warnings (don't take these seriously, they exist for funny ha-ha's): Mentions of womb-like conditions, Lucifer and the reader share clothes (SCANDALOUS), reader and Lucifer BATHE together (OH NO), homosexual activities (somebody get a hotline to Jesus)

ACTUAL warnings: Consent in terms of touching non-sexual areas is dubious, (small of the back, head, thighs, etc)

Word Count: 4.1k

Mother's mantle is warm, inviting. Soft gelatinous liquid envelops you, soft glow stones giving the slightest color to the room, seen through your hooded eyes. Pulsing and changing luster with Mother's drumming heartbeat, the soft illumination gave color to your eyes, pinks, reds and oranges filling in the gaps of your retina. You've been in Mother's mantle for eons, growing and learning as the seasons changed for the last few millennia. The softening of the earth above you marked rain, and continued softening indicates the turn of spring, roots growing and expanding as fresh growth dots the landscape above you. When the ground dries and fragrance fills the air, you know Summer is upon you. Mother is most active during these seasons.

As the season changes once more, cooler air fills the mantle, and the ground above you begins to rustle with activity, small creatures preparing for the changes above. Finally, once the ground above you grows cold and damp, and all life seems to rest, you know winter has come. Mother's heartbeat grows slow, and it is in this season that she returns to her mantle. Contrary to popular belief, Mother does not sleep through winter. She rests, yes, but she does not lie dormant. Planning and preparing for the next season, Mother comes into view, and the constant heart beat that drones from above, below and beside you grows steady and sure, a pair of hands submerging into your cradle, tweaking, measuring and perfecting you.

"Hello little one, it's time for me to rest for a little while," she says, voice muffled and whimsical, a product of the goo that you grow in.

Mother slowly eases into the cradle, long leathery limbs soaking in the substance. Sighing, she holds you and you smile as you're softly rocked and cooed at, utterly dwarfed by the giant dryad-like woman. Here you grow, and slowly dream as she rests with you, coming and going as she sees fit, waiting for the earth to thaw.

<-*~~~~~~~~~~~~~*->

Mother's heart races, she's busy, very busy. It's spring and the earth has much growing to do. She's planned a fire this year, a big one in the northern forest of Gaia. This is what is above, the subject of most of her brief musings with you. The brush has grown thick, choking out new growth. These forest are made up of towering redwood and giant sequoia trees, big hulking entities that will survive the fire. You listen intently as the first strikes of lightning hit the ground, toes flexing and limbs twitching as you feel the earth above you begin to char and burn. It's invigorating, the death and rebirth cycle of earth, and you softly smile. There is no reason to fret, not until mother's heartbeat suddenly slows.

Then, as you hear the nymphs and dryads chattering fade, a voice alien and musical echoes through her mantle.

"Mother, I've come to stay with you," it muses.

Heavy hooves clatter through the mantle, and for the first time in a great many years, the dryads grow the moss around your cradle in a webbed pattern, blending it in to the stone and dirt walls, hiding you from sight. The comforting light fades, and soon you find yourself completely submerged in darkness, and for the first time in the eons long slumber, you're afraid.

<-*~~~~~~~~~~~~~*->

Mother is unnaturally quiet. The guest is slow, measured even, pacing the room variably. In your catatonic state, all activity around you is pronounced, most notably the rustling of the dryads that have made a bed for themselves directly on top of the moss over your head. An unnatural warmth comes from there bodies, heating the cradle to that of winter, when Mother's body heat keeps the cradle from freezing. They twitter above you, and every once in a while, a hand cuts through the moss to give a reassuring pet to whatever expanse of flesh it lands on. You're not reassured, silently begging for Mother's individual attention.

All grows still, and that foreign voice begins to drone.

"Mother, I've come to you in dire need,"

Mother hums in response, giant form creaking as she adjusts her position.

"I find myself the most powerless I've ever been since the fall. It seems Dream has found his way out of the sorcerers grasp,"

"I'm well aware of Dream's escape. It is as it should be. The world was out of balance for too long without him," Mother croaks.

The voice laughs, a musical, bell toned laugh that causes the dryads to chirp amongst themselves.

"Please, how could the lack of Dreams throw Earth out of balance?"

"Well that's simple isn't it? Things that should lie dormant and preoccupied by dreams lay restless and aware,"

The voice hums again, and footsteps turn and pace towards the cradle. Above you, the dryads clutch at the edges of the stone cradle, making a barrier between the top of the cradle and the strange visitor.

"Defensive, aren't we?" it chuckles. "I've never seen your dryads behave this way before, some new creation they're protecting, is it?"

"Their behavior is warranted. There are certain places even the closest of my children do not have the right to explore," Mother demands, voice growing dangerous as the guest refuses to leave the perimeter of the cradle.

"Mother, I am surprised by you! After all I've done for you, you'd dare-"

"Don't chastise me, child! I created you, and I've continued to look after you, regardless of the rift that it causes between the Father and I," Mother snarls, "You of all my children know how I hate your quarrels, and yet you continue to bother me and upset my peace with your petty squabbles,"

The guest grows silent, and the dryads begin to softly twitter amongst themselves. A few hands stroke you, and you feel a sense of safety return.

"I'm sorry Mother. I've offended you," it softly concedes. "I've come to beg your hospitality, and I've seem to have lost your favor,"

"Child of mine, you know I am not malevolent, come, sit next to me so that I may soothe your worries,"

Their voices fade away, and for the first time in almost two centuries, you begin to dream.

<-*~~~~~~~~~~~~~*->

A soft silence fills the room, and a form gently leans over the moss covered cradle. Mother's heartbeat is slow, winter is upon the world. The guest has resided with Mother for almost six moon cycles. The fire is over, all life has blossomed and died. The last of the leaves lay scattered and frost-bitten on the ground. Leathery hands cut through the moss, and Mother's hulking mass slowly slides into the cradle. The nameless guest, frequently referred to as 'Child' by mother, lays a few paces away, deep in slumber. Their heartbeat is one you've begun to sense, slow, measured and occasionally erratic. In the mantle all life is emphasized, and as the dryads lie dormant in the roots of a great tree, loneliness threatens to seep into your soul.

This sense of abandonment is what has drawn Mother to risk your discovery. Cradling you, she softly whispers about her future spring plans to you, a spring that you'll never get to see. Your existence is made bearable only by the slumbers that render most of your days timeless. Slowly, she pulls you out of the cradle completely, bringing you to her chest, taking care not to sever the umbilical cord that brings life to you from the center of the mantle. Your wings lie limp and motionless, and you feel their weight. The soreness is uncomfortable, and you wriggle, trying to find purchase in Mother's arms.

"Shh little one, you'll wake Lucifer," Mother chides.

Lucifer. The voice that calls to Mother, heartbeat slow and resonant. Fingers scrabbling for purchase, you coat Mother's arms in the goo, sliding from her arms, dangerously close to falling.

"Ai! You stop that before I leave," Mother hisses.

You slow, gently relaxing into her arms. She hums in approval, rising up to her full height, bringing you close to the dirt that encases the mantle.

"Feel," she directs, taking one of your hands and placing it against the earth.

It's cold, but wet. And as the goo slides off of your body, you smell it for the first time. It's must is strange, earthy, and just like Mother. You decide you like the smell of earth. Roots tug at your hand, and you whimper at the itchy sensation. Mother chuckles, slowly wiping away the dirt on your palm.

"So needy," she sighs. "Don't worry little one, soon you will awake,"

You are placed back into the cradle, falling into a dreamless sleep.

<-*~~~~~~~~~~~~~*->

Two hands pull you from your sleep. Cries of anguish and pain fill your ears. The wails of the nymphs alert you to danger, and the chittering of the dryad that holds you is urgent. Another pair of hands pulls at the cord that ties you to the earth, and pain fills you as it is severed. Panic fills you as oxygen depletion renders your brain cloudy. A bark-covered hand encircles one of your ankles, another hand coming down on the flat of your foot. Hot-white pain fills you and you cry out, gasping your first breath. Twittering in approval, the dryad breaks into a run as you begin to cry. Jostling you to and fro, the bark of the dryad pinches at your skin, and noticing your discomfort, moss fills in and replaces the forearms of your rescuer.

Moonlight filters in through your eyelids, and you feel the sting of wind as the dryads run for cover. Opening your eyes for the first time, the world flutters as the dryad's paces become more urgent. A strange shape circles above you. You think it's a bat, but it's limbs are too elongated. Mother loved bats, maybe she sent this one to you? The thing begins to dive, coming closer and closer. It must be a very strange creature, maybe one of Father's creations? The dryad notices and begins to chatter shrilly, and only then are you afraid. Arms extend from above, encasing your nude form. The eyes that bore down from above are serene, a shade of blue you've never seen before.

The world moves slowly as wind hisses past your ears. You grasp onto this strange creature's form, encircling their neck. Their hands move, encircling your waist, grasping at your bottom. The contact makes you blush, and you wiggle away. You're so bare, so naked, unlike them. Your cheeks grow hot as you realize that they've covered their skin. Being naked is wrong somehow, and you desperately wish to be back in your cradle, softly cared for by Mother, where these terrible feelings didn't exist, where safety and warmth were a given. Loneliness hits you like pummel to the chest, and you start to sniffle. You don't like this situation, and all of the wisdom passed down to you by Mother while you slept does little to calm you.

"Don't cry," the thing softly whispers in your ear, "You're safe with me, little one,"

The voice is very familiar, but unnerving. It's like those recurring dreams you have, where a person chases you through various locations. The face is never the same, the feelings associated with the game of cat and mouse variable, but yet the person that runs after you is the same somehow. Young and vulnerable, clinging onto anything would be natural, but as the wind whistles strange things into your ear while the ground slowly fades from view, it becomes apparent that you have no choice. Grasping on tighter to your captor, you bury your face into their neck, clinging onto the hope that this is all a terribly vivid dream.

"There, that's better, good girl," they whisper, placing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear. "You have nothing to fear, after all, you were made for me. No one can take care of you like I can,"

Made for me? You were made for Mother. A nagging thought probes at the back of your head, from millennia ago, a distant memory, no, a phrase. It had been whispered, gently coursing it's way through reeds. She's Morningstar's..... Made for..... Like a reflection in a looking glass. Mother would find you. Mother would make this right. As the harsh winter winds whip at your body, you could only pray that this is true. Bit by bit, the cold bites at you until you start to violently shiver.

"Cold," you whisper.

Your limbs have begun to grow numb from the cold, it hurts to move them, the even bend your fingers.

"I know little one, can you wait?" the nickname both calming and revolting you. It's Mother's nickname for you. They have no right to use it with you. But it comforts you nonetheless.

"Mother," You whimper.

The thing sighs, and you slowly begin to dive. Trees fill your vision, and you hold them as tight as you can. If they let go, you'd surely fall to your death. A jolt goes through you as they land on a platform. You look like you're still in the trees. Gently lowering your feet on the ground, you test the firmness of the platform. Upon finding it sufficient, you relax. Looking up at the thing, you notice the stark contrast in height. Most things in Mother's mantle are larger than you, but somehow it seems more applicable with them. White-gold hair curls perfectly around their face. Arguably beautiful, pleasing to the eye. Wings dark and glossy flicker in amusement as you watch them, taking note of your features. Without explanation, they begin to tug at the strange material they clothe themselves with, slowly revealing milky-white skin that seems to glow in the moonlight.

They look a lot like you, at least the top half. It's mostly uncovered, a band of soft fabric running along the upper part of their chest. It looks like bandage material, something wrapped on rather than sewn to fit. Looking down at your own chest you wonder if you should have one too. The place between their legs is also covered. Coverings under coverings seems silly to you. None of the dryads or nymphs used coverings, and Mother certainly never did. In fact Mother abhorred coverings. Creations made by human beings to protect themselves from her other creations, she'd snarl. Maybe this thing was human?

"Come here," they beckon, voice low.

You still cling onto them for support, your legs shaky and tired as you adjust to your weight. The chill makes you weak, and their gaze makes you feel uncomfortably vulnerable.

"Where?" you frown.

"Closer," they whisper, smirking. You take a small step forward, still leaving a modest distance between the two of you. "Even closer," they say, pushing the small of your back forward. Your breasts press against their ribs, and you turn your head, attempting to hide your shame.

Their hands glide under your thighs, gently lift you upward until your shoulders are level. With a flick of their wrist, the coverings begin to move through the air, as if of their own volition. Cloth twists around your forms, causing you squeak as it binds your legs to their thighs, leaving room for them to bend their knees. Encasing you even further, you notice as your torsos are bound together, breaking away to individually cover your arms. It's strange, to be so bound to them, and you feel an odd pressure on your breasts, the soft material of their under cloth creating a barrier between you. Maybe this is the purpose of underclothes?

They take off once again, and this time the added security of the makeshift harness gives you the chance to enjoy flying. It feels right. This time you don't hesitate to wrap your arms around them once again, resting your head on their shoulder, gazing out at the stars. Wrapping their arms around you, they hum in approval.

"You're perfect," they sigh. "Just like I knew you'd be,"

Gloved hands caress your back. The sensation is still alien, but it feels okay. The added warmth from your joined torsos is nice, but as Lucifer labors, you notice a slight build up of moisture between your bodies, adding to the stickiness of the goo from the cradle. Contrarily, the feeling of wind whistling through your ivory wings is both pleasurable and exhilarating. Stretching them out, you move to mimic the thing's wings. Gently touching the ends of their wings with yours, smiling softly at the sensation.

"Don't do that, you'll mess with my flying," they chastise.

You fold your wings up again, blushing in shame, turning away from them as best as you can. You begin to pout, desperate to separate yourself from this thing and their odd criticisms. They laugh, a hand reaching up to turn your face so they can whisper in your ear once more.

"Sweet one, I did not mean to be harsh, you're wings are very beautiful," they say, soothing voice killing your childish anger, "I'll teach you how to fly another time," they promise, peppering kisses on your forehead and ear.

The kisses are nice, but the anonymity of the stranger makes causes you to resent them.

"Who are you anyway?" you ask, craning your head to look at them.

"I'm Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell,"

Of course! Your eyes widen in recognition. This is the guest of Mother's! You are surely safe in their care, after all, Mother loves them so. Mulling over the last title, you wonder aloud.

"You're a star?"

They begin to laugh, a full, boisterous laugh that fills you with glee. Yes. You are safe. No one this pretty or this nice would ever take you from Mother.

"No, not like that. I'm a fallen angel," Lucifer explains

"Like me?" You ask.

"Sort of. Only you're not fallen,"

"Is that bad?" you whisper.

"It's neither good nor bad. It just is," they shrug, accidentally clipping your chin on their shoulder, causing you to bite your lip.

You cry out in pain, and Lucifer tenses up. Their grip on you is tender, protective.

"What happened little one?"

"I bit my lip,"

Lucifer hums, choosing to caress your back as comfort. Your blood tastes strange, metallic. It tastes how Lucifer smells; sweet and a bit spicy.

"I'll have a look when we reach hell,"

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Hell is cold. Above pits of fire that boil and foam it is still cold. A river of ice runs through most of hell, and you're once again grateful for the coverings provided. You soar through the rocky caverns until you're met with the sight of a glorious space, enclosed and sheltered from the strange cries of agony that bounce off the canyon-like walls. Once again waving their hand, Lucifer commands the coverings to unravel, and you watch as the fabric returns to it's original form, leaving you nude once more. It's uncomfortable to be this naked, and you grasp at Lucifer, attempting to cover yourself again. In this strange, cold and dark place, the cloth acted as a safety net, now you have nothing but the hulking frame of your wings that hide very little.

"Now, you'd better stop that," they warn. "You can't rely on me for protection all the time,"

This revelation scares you, and you once again think of Mother, a pit of fear carving it's way into your stomach. Lucifer doesn't speak, slowly untangling you from them before roughly dragging you toward an opening in the wall. It's disconcerting how gruff they are with you, the environment around them seemingly changing their personality. Your footwork is clumsy, and you trip, falling forward. Lucifer manages to catch you, and you feel ashamed of your lack of coordination. But instead of a cold glare, regretful care fills their eyes as they help you up.

"I'm sorry little one, I forget that you're still as clumsy as a newborn lamb," Lucifer apologizes, gently guiding you toward the vat of steaming water with tender dedication.

They softly lower you into the water, hands guiding your shaky limbs up the stairs and downward once more. You sigh and slide into the steaming water until your head barely sits above the surface. The sensations in your toes and fingers feel odd, almost like you're being poked repeatedly. Turning to look at them, you verify that this is not the case. You giggle at the oddness of your body, the variable sensations that it can produce, completely oblivious to Lucifer's presence. The water ripples as they lower themselves into the water, and for the first time you see their torso completely uncovered. It looks different than yours, but you don't think too much about it.

Your wandering gaze doesn't seem to bother them, hands gently coming to cup your face, eyes full of adoration. The bath begins to cloud with the dissolved substance of the cradle, and this change causes Lucifer to hum in disapproval.

"Oh my, you really are coated in that fluid," Lucifer grimaces.

Taking a glob of something from a bottle, Lucifer brings their hands to your scalp, running their fingers through your hair, desperately trying to rid you of every inch of dried goo. It feels good, like every sensation Lucifer brings to your body. Their focus on your scalp gives you the opportunity to regard them without the piercing intensity of their gaze. Their lips are pursed in concentration, the divot between their browbones emphasized. Limbs long and slender move and churn, collarbones flexing and fading from scrutiny. The moment ends, hands returning to your back. Dipping your head backward, Lucifer rinses your scalp. Leaning over you, Lucifer looks beautiful. As the substance slowly rinses away in the water, you dare to look deep into those discerning eyes, and find them to be serene. Reaching upward, you return to that embrace you know so well, much to Lucifer's approval. The embrace feels especially vulnerable, no shroud covering you from feeling every inch of their skin.

They smell especially sweet, and you wonder if you smell pleasant to them. Their wings hang loose, relaxed. Their back muscles are especially pronounced, enlarged from the flight. Ripples in the water alert you to movement, a piece of cloth slowly massaging every inch of your backside. It feels good, and you lose yourself in the feeling. Turning to look at them, they lean forward, planting a sickeningly sweet kiss to your cheek.

"Sorry," they chuckle as your face burns red, "I couldn't help myself,"

Their soft smile morphs into a frown as they notice the dried blood on your lip.

"You did bust your lip,"

Taking the utmost care, they clean the blood away from your lips, grimacing as a fresh bleed leaks from your lips. Their thumb takes a final swipe at your lip, blood dotting the pad. Blue eyes bore into yours as they angle it toward their lip, gently sucking away the remnants. Your cheeks burn, intently watching their every move.

"Your iron levels are low," they muse. "We'll fix that,"

Cupping your face once again, you shyly drop your gaze, much to Lucifer's amusement. Hands pull you upward, helping you out of the tub. You make a conscious effort to avoid looking at their form. It feels improper, and a bit risque. All life is built in with some sense of sexuality, as was Mother's way, but without Mother's guidance it was unclear whether or not yours was warranted. Softness encased you, fabric running up and down your arms, down your legs, drying your hair. You realized this was Lucifer's doing, yet their hands remained delicately planted on your hips. Your sexuality must be unwarranted after all.

Robes were produced and both you and Lucifer were clothed. A strange looking creature brought a tray of food into the room, and to your delight it was fruit. Fruit trees brought the most fragrance to the Earth, and therefore must taste the best. Indeed it did, and you hummed, completely oblivious to the juice that slid down your chin. You ate until your stomach hurt a little bit, the tray disappearing as swiftly as it was sent for. Sleepiness tugged at your eyelids, noting only the slightest of changes around you. Lucifer cleaned your face and your hands with utmost care, gently cradling you as you were moved once again.

Softness caressed every corner of your body. Sleep overcame you slowly, and you drifted off to the familiar sound of Lucifer's heartbeat, growing slow and confident as they too fell asleep.

<-*~~~~~~~~~~~~~*->

A/N: My obsession with winged reader inserts becomes apparent. This is completely self-indulgent. Yes, I wanted to be an angel as a child. Yes, I was absolutely crushed when I found out I couldn't be one when I died and went to heaven. If the catholic church was smart, they'd tell all the little children that if they were extra good they'd become angels. I digress. Spicy stuff in the next part!

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asimperingswannsong · 1 year ago

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Captain Phasma/Torbi

Torbi’s Journey 1

Flux Gourmet:

Jan Stevens/Deslys (OFC)

The Silent Type: 1 2

The Darkest Minds

Lady Jane/Artemis Carvall (OFC)

Arte’s Intruder 1 2

Personal History of David Copperfield

Jane Murdstone/Almitra Hobbes (OFC)

Miss Murdstone’s Crooked Path 1

Non-Gwen Content

*until someone in charge rectifies this by casting her*

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)/ Hetaera Hofer (OFC)

Abject Devotion 1 2 3 4

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brienneoftarth1989 · 2 years ago

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Self-Care

Lucifer x reader

Summary: After Lucifer’s encounter with Morpheus you could tell they were hurt both physically and mentally. That’s why you took your time caring for your master making sure they were ok.

Warnings: Master x slave relationship.

Requests open

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You watched as Morpheus and his stupid raven Matthew left the palace. You watched as their battle unfolded. You really thought Lucifer had won when they said they were anti-life. Not even you could think of something that could defeat that.

But then that stupid raven started opening his trap to Morpheus and somehow managed to work out that hope is what defeats anti-life. You watched as Lucifer's face fell trying to work out what defeats hope but for a demon nothing defeats hope.

You could tell Lucifer was annoyed and frustrated. They are the ruler of Hell and they had just been defeated by the Lord of Dreams. The Lord of fucking Dreams!

You watched as Lucifer went and sat down in their throne, sinking back into the oversized chair. They were hurt both physically and mentally. They had three huge gashes across their cheek where Morepheus became a bird of prey and attacked Lucifer when they were a snake. Although they managed to quickly make them heal in front of Morpheus as soon as he left they started bleeding again becoming very prominent.

It will most likely scar. I mean it does make them look badass but I'm sure they wouldn’t like them at all because it just reminds them of their defeat. As for you, well you were Lucifer’s slave. A demon that took things way too far and ended up being a slave to the Ruler of Hell.

I mean it doesn’t sound awful. You get to live in the palace and get to eat the food that is left over from each meal. The only downside was you had to be there for every beck and call and every demand that Lucifer had. So when Lucifer sat down in their throne you were half expecting them to call you over to throw demands at you but today you were met by nothing but silence.

You didn’t really know what to do. Your master normally told you what they wanted done and you just obeyed but now that they were saying nothing. You really had to think if they even wanted you in their presence. You almost went to leave when a thought came over your head. It was risky and you knew that but it was worth the risk to you.

“Let me take care of you master” you said sheepishly bowing as you spoke to your master. “What! Take care of me! I am the Ruler of Hell! I..Don’t..Need..Taking..Care..Of” they gritted between their teeth.

You could have just turned into a puddle of jelly right then and there but you decide to stand tall and proud. They needed taking care of even for one day. At this point in time everyone was doing their own things and it was only you and Lucifer in this part of the palace.

“Lucifer, hear me out. You’re allowed to treat yourself to a self care routine especially after what happened with Morpheus earlier. Just let me take care of you. Just for today after that we can go back to our normal relationship as me as your slave and you as my master. It’s not like anyone is going to question you. Like you said you’re the Ruler of Hell so you can do whatever the fuck you want.

Lucifer just looked at you but you could tell they were weighing out their options. “Fine, where do we start then?” they asked, sitting up on their throne. “Ok first we are going to start with a nice relaxing bath. So you get yourself sorted while I go run it” you said, turning on your heel as you make your way to the enormous bathroom in the palace.

You yourself wished that you could use this bathroom. Pure darkness is what it is. Black tiled floor and walls, with a black obsidian bath and sink and to bring some colour to the room, a number of dark red pillars to make everything pop. You filled up the huge bath and waited for Lucifer to join you in the bathroom.

When they finally arrived you turned your back to Lucifer giving them some privacy so they could strip and get in the bath. When you heard the splash of water you turned around to see Lucifer relaxing in the tub and even letting their wings soak. You were glad that you put bubbles in the bath because it wouldn’t have left much to the imagination if you hadn’t.

You walked over to Lucifer grabbing a sponge on your way before soaking it in water and squeezing the water on their wings. You heard Lucifer gasp at the sudden contact. This obviously never happened. You continued to wash their pale body, paying extra close attention to their scars and wounds.

“Why are you doing this?” they asked you. “Because I want to” you mumbled stepping back from the bathtub and going to find some candles.

“But I’ve treated you like shit for so long. I make you do everything for me and the one day I don’t request anything and you want to do stuff for me” they questioned giving you a confused look.

“Look Lucifer I don’t expect you to understand but you have been my life since I can remember and I’ve gotten to a point where I enjoy doing the tasks that you request of me. So when I saw you sitting on your throne after Morpheus left I could see you were hurt and I just wanted to make you feel better” you said, bringing back the candles and placing them around the tub.

“And how do you know this will help me relax?” they asked. “Well I don’t but these things normally make me feel better so I thought why not try it with you. You might find after this you may not feel any better but at least you tried” you said as you lit a number of candles for Lucifer.

They didn’t say anything to that and just let themself sink further into the water. “Now you relax and take all the time you need in here. I’m going to make something to eat. Is there anything you fancy?” you asked. “Just surprise me” they said as they let their body sink under the water before coming back up for air.

You turned on your feet and went to find the kitchen. When you finally found it you went to the fridge to see what food they had to offer. You were pleased to find the fridge fully stocked. Using the food in the fridge you managed to rustle up a small plate of sausage rolls, some chicken tenders, and a pizza big enough to feed you both, and for dessert some brownies and ice cream.

You were in the kitchen for at least an hour before you started plating up the food and heading up to Lucifer's room. When you arrived you noticed that Lucifer still wasn’t back from their bath so you set up the food near the bed and turned on their flat screen tv. Yes we do have tv in hell, we are not cavemen.

You flicked through the channels finding something you knew Lucifer would like. Therefore you went straight to the horror channel which had a number of great horror films playing one after the other. You went back to the kitchen to grab a drink for Lucifer before heading back to their room.

This time though Lucifer was standing in the middle of the room now dressed in something more comfortable looking at the selection of food you had brought up before turning their attention to the tv to see the 2017 version of IT playing.

When they heard you come through the door they quickly snapped their head around to see who it was. Their body relaxed when they saw it was only you. “Why have you done this?” they asked you. “Because Lucifer there are a number of self care hacks. Just having a relaxing bath was one of them. Eating comfort food while watching a good film is another. So I have made you a selection of food to snack on and put on your favourite film genre. So if that is everything I will leave you be for the rest of the night” you said smiling at your master.

You enjoyed making them happy even if they didn’t really want this therefore you were shocked at their next few words. “Wait! Would you like to join me? I don’t think I could eat all this by myself” they said sheepishly. That was a first for Lucifer, normally everything they asked wasn’t a question and normally a demand so it was a shock to you when they actually asked the question rather than demanded it.

You thought for a second before sitting next to Lucifer bringing some of the food closer for you both to enjoy answering their question without speaking. “I’m glad you did this for me. I really didn’t think I would enjoy this but it was tolerable. I do ask that this isn’t mentioned to anyone, is that understood?” they said to you giving a stern look showing that they are not joking around about this.

“Of course Master. I understand” you said, giving a small smile while you grabbed a smaller plate and plated up some food for Lucifer and yourself. The rest of the evening was filled with snacking, watching films and the occasional laughs you two shared from talking to one another.

You enjoyed it while it lasted because you knew that come tomorrow you would be back to your normal slave and master relationship.

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #fanfics #caring #comfort #fluff #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #lucifer Morningstar x reader #the sandman #lucifer #lucifer the sandman #demon #hell #palace #fallen angel #self care #brienneoftarth1989

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gwensstar · 1 year ago

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Lucifer Morningstar headcanons

( The Sandman / Gwendoline Christie )

[ fluff ]

* the absolutely love wing scratches, sometimes you would catch them pushing them closer towards you as they’re feeling too big to ask for it.

* is a big softie when it comes to the person they love.

* would try to cook for you, but would burn the whole kitchen.

* they play piano (grand or forte), every love song/sonata is about you.

* is a lover of The Phantom of the Opera, feels like they’re the phantom, might get emotional and embarrassed while watching it.

* you wake up in their arms every morning if they don’t have any work.

* they’re quick to remember every single thing about you, every detail. They love your imperfections the most.

* they refer to themselves in plural in general and in singular when with their lover.

[ angst ]

* they will act narcissistic, yet they’re very insecure since falling from the Heaven.

* argues a lot, mostly wins.

* is extremely jealous. Lucifer doesn’t and will never share.

* can be toxic, yet they do it with such elegance that it boggles mind.

* they don’t shout or yell very often, but when they do— you’re done.

* they are obsessive.

#lucifer #lucifer morningstar #the sandman #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie #the devil #angel #fluff #angst

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 2 years ago

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Sandman - One Shots/Drabbles

Updated: 30.07.2024

🔞= mature

Other masterlists: mother masterlist, Sandman - Series

Morpheus

NEW ADDITIONS:

Never Hurt by @just-some-random-blogger (added: 30.07.2024)

↳ “"I'll never let anything hurt you," I muttered. He laughs. He finally reacts to my words and yet it is sardonic, "my dear, it is not the matter of-" "I mean it."”

Snooping by @undiscovered-horizon (added: 30.07.2024)

↳ “Reader is an immortal like Hob and has been friends with Dream( and has helped him through some trouble from time to time) but through the years reader developed feelings for dream (but he doesn't know that) but can't confess (thinking they are not good enough for him) and just watch helplessly as Dream falls in love for every other being, until one day this recent lover of his was only using him to gain power, reader found out about it and confronted them (and was about to have a smackdown), until dream intervened and fought with reader. Reader tried to warn him but he didn't listen and banished reader from the dreaming, before reader leaves the dreaming for good she finally confessed to dream and was out of sight. ”

Apple of My Eye by @lis-likes-fics

↳ “ "I give you the sweetest apple blessed with Asmodeus' curse." ”

🔞 As You Command by @just-some-random-blogger

↳ “ Yeah RIP that badussy -me ”

Being Lucifer’s Daughter and Dating Morpheus Would Include by @why-what-no

Birds of a Feather by @warrenwrites

�� “ You decided that Lord Morpheus’ throne was the perfect place to rest and read. ”

Darling by @daddyjackfrost

↳ “ The Dreaming, a realm of dreams and nightmares, was the home to many, including Dream of the Endless and his wife, Lady of The Dreaming.In contrast to her husband, Lady of The Dreaming was a soft and gentle soul. The light to his dark. The dream to his nightmare. While Dream managed everything that occurred in the night, the nightmares and creatures, His Lady managed The Dreaming in the day, the more mundane of dreamers. Those who drifted in and out of their realm; the children, the elderly, and the night owls. It was a good life. A happy, loving, joyful life. One that Morpheus and his Lady wouldn’t have traded for anything. They were content, and so in love. Until the King of Dreams and Nightmares was captured. For over a century. ”

Devil’s in the Details by @captainpoopweinersoldier

↳ “ To avoid the clutches of criminal prosecution, you accept a security job at the Burgess mansion, thinking it will be an easy way to lay low for a while. That is, until you find out just what it is you're meant to be guarding. ”

Find me by @spideybatsy

↳ “ Morpheus' partner cannot stand to stay in the decaying dreaming, it just hurts too much. ”

Godless by @undiscovered-horizon (added: 28.07.2024)

↳ “It is strange how much both body and mind can withstand only when the Devil raises his finger as if one needs to have Death herself looming over one's shoulder to uncover their true potential.”

How to Mistakenly Summon An Ancient Being & Keep Him by @writethrough

↳ “ You're an insomniac and have exhausted all other avenues to help you sleep except one. What happens when that one brings you the King of Dreams? ”

Leather & Liner by @writethrough

↳ “ A Morpheus x reader where reader does Morpheus’ eyeliner / make up? ”

🔞 Only in Dreams by @roguelov

↳ “ Married to Dream of the Endless, for centuries, you never expected to feel neglected. Yet even after his return, his attention turned to the Dreaming and ensuring its stability and future. While, your own needs and wants pulled at you. And soon your dreams were slowly filled with pleasure. Just not exactly from Morpheus. ”

Pillars of Eternity by @undiscovered-horizon

↳ “ In a spell-go-wrong, Rodrick Burgess manages to summon you: Wisdom incarnate. Noticing a strange and quite unnerving change in the world, Morpheus ventures into the Waking World to investigate, only to find someone he's always been looking for. ”

Playing with Morpheus’ hair by @paradiseinaverno

Saving Grace by @avtrbee

↳ “Morpheus is captured by Roderick Burgess, but is swiftly rescued by his wife.”

The Deal by @spideybatsy

↳ “ The worst part of Dream's imprisonment is knowing you're getting closer to death every day. ”

The Right Honourable by @undiscovered-horizon (added: 28.07.2024)

↳ “A Morpheus x reader where she’s like his right hand and has been around since the beginning and is the second command and/or hand of the king and Morpheus is down bad and everyone can see he worships the ground she walks on and people who don’t know them are confused who is the ruler and who is actually the right hand because there so attentive to each other. The reader stays In The dreaming when Morpheus is captured and never stops trying to bring him home.”

Tipsy by @dreaming-about-fanfictions

↳ “ Morpheus takes care of you after you get drunk with Destiny and Death. ”

Corinthian

NEW ADDITIONS:

I met you tomorrow by @undiscovered-horizon (added: 30.07.2024)

↳ “You have a recurring nightmare in which a stranger shows up and tells you to wake up. Then one day you run into a weirdly familiar man, who seems to know you.”

Lucifer

Devil’s Taylor by @jelonkan

↳ “ Reader was one of the best tailors in her lifetime. She gained this talent through a pact with the devil, and when she ended up in Hell after her death, she continued to use her skills. She sewed for the ruler of Hell. ”

#sandman #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #dream #dream x reader #morpheus #morpheus x reader #corinthian #corinthian x reader #fic rec #masterlist #fluff #angst #smut

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 1 year ago

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please enjoy some lucifer x mazikeen fluff :)

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littledollll · 2 years ago

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You’re so kind honestly I can’t wait to read part two.

What I keep thinking about since reading is:

Lucifer keeps his little a secret not wanting to out them about it. However not all the demons are so pleased about an angel running around that they can’t torture. One of them manage to upset the angel somehow and his angel slips into little space as a coping mechanism. Lucifer is then torn between comforting his little and caring for them in their state and punishing the demon who upset their angel. ~shy anon

Sweet little angel

(Pt. 2 to “Little angel”)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Warnings: angsty but with comfort, description of violence, threats, Very very small reader, non/semi-verbal reader, crying, anxiety, very angry Lucifer, and very soft Lucifer with Reader

A/n: GAH I LOVE THIS SM thank you shy anon for giving me writing inspo, I need more little r with Lucifer in my life I’m so happy rn stop

Having Lucifer as your partner, and caregiver was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined. Things only got better since the day they found out about your regression, they confessed how happy it made them, how it would wipe away all their worries when they took care of you. You were precious to them in so many ways, but as much as they’d love to show you off to the whole realm they knew what came with being an angel in hell.

Despite their warnings you refused to be always locked up in the castle, so they complied with joining you on walks around the realm and visiting different places they’ve mentioned before to you. Nobody would dare approach you as you walked along side their ruler. You’d get harsh looks and the ocasional snarl or growl your way, which Lucifer would quickly punish with a simple wave of their hand the demon would be out of sight, to where you didn’t want nor need to know.

You wanted so badly to be able to walk those paths alone once, not because you didn’t enjoy Lucifer’s company but just because you wanted that sense of independence, like you didn’t need to always be protected. You requested to start going on walks with lower ranks, at first the demons were cautious, careful of the fact Lucifer could just be around the corner, the same attitude as always continued those days, they’d lose a hand by Mazikeen’s command.

They got brave after that. With the rare times you’d leave without Lucifer they knew only Mazikeen was there to look after you, they started getting chatty. “God gave them the runt of the litter” said a demon as you passed by, you ignored them. “we’ll get you alone some day” this one seemed to follow behind you. “You’ll regret ever stepping foot out of that castle, can’t go out without a guard, what? are you too weak?” And finally. “What is an angel if not a chew toy for us to tear apart.” The way that demon didn’t even see you as a being, how he was just waiting. Anxiously anticipating the day they’d finally get you. A chew toy he said.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to run into Lucifer’s arms and feel safe again. You grabbed Mazikeens wrist, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried so hard not to breakdown, you could feel yourself slipping. “I wana go home..” Mazikeen was the only one who knew, being Lucifer’s right hand meant trust and undying loyalty. She swore to keep you safe the second Lucifer confessed how they felt for you, and she swore to keep your secret the minute you confided in her enough to tell her. Lucifer would put their life in Mazikeens hands, that was enough said, you could trust her aswell.

She proved herself when in a matter of seconds you were safely back home, in your room and sat on your bed, while she busied herself with summoning Lucifer to you. You made no effort to move from your bed as you hugged one of your stuffies tightly and just cried. What was taking them so long?

Lucifer was explained everything once they met with Mazikeen, they were torn, that demon deserved to be punished, by their own hand, the demon would learn a whole new meaning of pain, they’d do it publicly, Lucifer decided, the demon would be used as an example to show what happens to those who even attempt to hurt you. Then be sent to eternal suffering, purgatory, for so much as looking at you wrong.

Lucifer heard your cries, and then their mind was made up, the demon would be taken care of later. For now, they had a much more important little one to focus on. Lucifer never liked to see you cry, sometimes you’d just be pouty or fussy, that happens to every little, but knowing it was caused by one of their subjects filled them with wrath, wrath that had to be pushed down for now. It wasn’t more important than you, and they couldn’t risk scaring you.

You practically jumped into their arms, stuffie in hand, the second they walked through that door. “My sweet angel.. what have they done to you.” You just cried more. “Thank you Mazikeen, we will discuss this later, you are dismissed.” Mazikeen only nodded and left. Lucifer made their way back to bed, arms wrapped around you tight as their hand soothed your back. Sure you’ve cried before but never had they seen you so distraught, and also, so small. You couldn’t get a word out as your cries were replaced with sniffles and you clung to them like your life depended on it.

Truly, Lucifer was at a loss, you’ve never regressed so small before, and nothing like this had ever happened, if you were big they’d openly admit the demon was going to be punished, but saying that to you right now would do no good. So they settled for comforting you, they let you cling to them and cry until all that could be heard was your struggled breathing and sniffling, then they held you even tighter. After a few minutes of silence they concluded they should probably say something, anything really, an apology was the first thing to leave their mouth.

“I’m sorry, my sweet little angel. I’m so sorry.” They took a deep breath hugging you close to their chest. Sure they were angry, but they were mostly heartbroken, to think their home, what was supposed to be your home as well caused you so much harm. Maybe it was just words this time, but what would happen if you were alone, or if more than one demon decided to target you, or you slipped before you could get away?

Their mind ran rampant before your small voice and hand over their heart brought them back. “fast.” you stated as a fact. You do that a lot when you’re small, they always found it so adorable. Lucifer only nodded. “Are you alright, tiny?” You shook your head burying it into their chest again. “Tiny hurts” yeah. Heartbroken was the word of the day. “Luci’s going to make sure that demon isn’t mean again okay? I won’t let you get hurt, tiny.” You held up your pinky looking up with teary eyes. This time they immediately laced their own with yours and kissed your hand.

“I pinky promise, my little love, nobody’s going to hurt you again.” your breathing was mostly getting back to normal and your sniffles stopped, you nodded and shuffled up. “What’s wrong, tiny?” You gently grabbed their face and gave them a little smile. You let out a little “Mwah!” as you have them a kiss on the forehead and handed them your stuffie. “Well thank you, little one, what’s that for?” They said as they hugged the stuffed animal close. You placed your hand back on their heart. “luci hurts” Lucifer sighed, a smile on their face as they replied. “Well I’m all cured now, thanks to you. What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet little angel?”

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