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Lucifer getting a wing Bonner bc of y/n

Here goes nothing. I’m gonna go with a male y/n this time cos I feel like there’s hardly any Lucifer x males y/n

Wing Ruffles

“I’m going to go to the store to get some snacks, so I’ll be back soon.” (Y/N) rests his hand on Lucifer’s left shoulder and kiss his right cheek.

3RD POV

It’s somehow the simple touches and kisses that gets Satan’s wings riled up. The feathers would fluff up, making his boyfriend smile.

When (Y/N) walks to the front door of their shared cabin in the woods, he makes sure he has his keys, wallet and phone, along with his gun being hidden. He hears the feathers of his partner’s wings ruffle. 

“Don’t cause too much trouble, hun, or a mess. If you do make a mess, make sure you clean it up.” (Y/N) smirks before closing the door behind him. Lucifer groans in response, knowing (Y/N) didn’t hear him. 

“Make sure you clean it up, I’m not a child.”

~Probably like an hour later or something~

Pushing the door open with his boot, (Y/N) stops after taking two steps into the cabin. “Chuck, help me.” He glances up at the ceiling before continuing to walk further into the cabin.

Feathers are scattered in some places; on the couch, lounge floor, some leading down the hallway, and a few somehow on the counter. “Lucifer!” (Y/N) places the bags and his few objects on the counter.

Arms wrap around his middle with a head tucked away in his neck. (Y/N) raises a hand to rest itself in the strands of his demon boyfriend. “Is it the small touches and shit?” He feels a shy nod against his body. “They riled up now?” Another nod.

Turning around in the arms, (Y/N) rests his hands in the middle of the wings. He puts pressure with his index and ring fingers, watching the wings rise up a bit more.

The wings then wrap around him, making him like a caterpillar in a cocoon. “I didn’t clean it up.” Lucifer mumbles. “You usually don’t ‘cause sometimes your wings hurt from the shredding, the feathers are tangled together or this is like a boner you can’t get rid of.”

In return, a groan escapes from the Devil. “I am going to call it that from now on.” (Y/N) chuckles. “Okay.” Pushing Lucifer away from him a bit, “This is most likely not helping because I’ve been noticing with the small touches and kisses, this happens.”

He walks off to find the vacuum. Lucifer stomps his feet and waves his arms around like a kid having a tantrum. “Help me!”

“No!”

*Y/n kicks down door* "wake up you sexy bitch it's time to sin", lucifer recation ?

Let’s see how this turns out and let’s have another male reader. I apologize if this is short, writer’s block is being a pain

Waking Up The Sexy Devil To Cause Some Trouble

You walk towards your shared room with your Devil of a boyfriend. Even though his kind doesn’t sleep, he likes to rest his eyes.

You kick the door open, making Lucifer jolt up and wave his arms around. “Wake up, you sexy bitch, it’s time to sin!” He gives you a deadpan look. You return with a big smile.

“Well, let’s go!” You move your arms towards the door, meaning that you two should go now.

Lucifer gets up from the bed whilst groaning. He stomps in his spot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Wow, I can feel the love.” You place a hand on your chest.

A yelp escapes from you as your body gets thrown over Lucifer’s shoulder. “We can do some sins now and we can do another one later on in the bedroom.”

“Cool.” You nod and letting your boyfriend do his thing.

flufffffffffffffff

With love, M.S.

Prompt: lucifer + secret admirer gn pronouns pls 🥺

Requested by: @kaboomkazuhabrainrot

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff

With love M.S, that's how the letter was signed. It was written on a small black paper with silver inked letters. It was just beautiful, in it was displayed a poem talking about your eyes and the way they shine when you stood under the moonlight. Attached to it was also a piece of dark chocolate, and an expensive-looking treat for your palate to enjoy.

You could only wonder about the author of this, surely this was meant for somebody else. But then, how did they manage to leave it in your room without you noticing? Maybe it was some sort of prank? A joke? The burning sensation in your cheeks made you wish it wasn´t, it would be lovely if someone were to like you romantically.

Whoever made it knew a lot about you, about your personality and your desires, about your passions and dreams. They had to be someone close to you, otherwise, you´d have to worry about someone stalking you and being a creep.

The author had to like you a lot, right? Or at least, care for you. Little did you know the culprit behind the note was no other than the mighty and distinguished firstborn, Lucifer. The avatar of pride was just so enamored he didn´t know what to do, he´d go speechless if you were to discover his secret. Little lovesick sighs would escape his lips once he was alone in his office, imagining if you were thinking about him too.

No one knew about his feelings for you, the human that was able to break his walls down (or so he thought, I´ll explain later). Not even Diavolo, who would always whine and complain wanting to know his right-hand man´s secret crush. How did Dia know Lucifer had a crush? Easy, Barbatos mentioned that the firstborn had been acting odd ever since you made a pact with him (The butler heard a mouthful of curses from Lucifer after almost spilling the truth).

It was amusing to see Lucifer write his secret letters for you. He'd always use black paper, a red envelope, and silver ink: Elegant, it truly matched his essence. Sometimes, if he was feeling bold, he´d add a flower bouquet or a small piece of jewelry for you to wear. It gave him a nice ego boost to see you wear his gifts, even if you didn´t know he was the sender.

However, he couldn't let you know about his feelings just yet; not when he still had so much to say and learn from you. Rejection was something he feared and the demon had to be sure you felt the same way before confessing. To be anonymous was the only way for him to tell you about it, he thought about many ways to sign his letters: A capital L was his first idea, but it could get mistaken with Leviathan; he then thought about his pact mark, but that´d be far too easy for you to decipher.

He needed something harder to decode...something that was his but that would be a challenge for you to discover; Morning Star, M.S.

His letters would always arrive in the morning, although they'd sometimes appear at night. You'd often find yourself waking up with a red envelope by your side, resting on your nightstand. Every letter had little things Lucifer liked about you: Your smile, your voice, your talents, the way you'd make him smile even when stressed.

Everything about you was a mystery he wanted to savor slowly and that you clearly were enjoying too since you seemed more than happy to be part of his admiration and love for you.

You were his muse and oh, how he loved his muse.

this is so cute

He dances with MC [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Note: This is more how he dances with MC for the first time since realizing he's in love with them.

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

The moment they entered the ballroom, he felt his heart tighten and his breath be stolen by how enchanting they looked in their formal wear. Lucifer felt his hands twitch with desire to take a hold of them and be their first and only dance partner for the night.

He just managed to tear his eyes away from MC and into the flute of demounous he swirled around. No, he felt as though he didn’t necessarily deserve to ask MC for such an honor. Not after when he nearly crushed their hand at a prior ball. And despite him feeling undeserving, he kept his eyes off of MC. He didn’t want to see them be swept away by another demon to dance. He sighed, ready to resign himself away from the crowd, but paused when he heard them say their name. He glanced up and froze. They were even more breathtaking up close, he couldn’t help but stare.

They frowned and fidgeted with their clothes. “Do I look okay? It’s not too much is it? Asmo helped pick it out.”

“No, it’s…” Lucifer breathed out. He made a mental note to thank Asmodeus later. “You look lovely.”

MC grinned at him. “Thank you, you look lovely yourself.” They glanced out towards the dance floor. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Lucifer felt himself smirk to hide the fact at how much his heart was wanting to burst free from his chest. “If that’s what you desire,” he spoke smoothly, disguising that he wanted nothing more than to dance with MC.

MC nodded their head and took a hold onto the arm he offered. He led them out to the floor. His hand placed itself over theirs and twirled them until they faced him. Lucifer pulled MC so that they were pressed close to his body. His crimson eyes not daring look away from their face as they drank in all of their features. He watched as they smiled up at him, making him melt into their arms.

Mammon

He gulped as he waited at the bottom of the stairs to the house. His foot tapped nervously and his arms were folded across his chest. It was his duty to escort MC from the house to the castle as their first man. He repeated that thought multiple times to reassure himself that it wasn’t obvious how smitten he was with them.

Then, he heard their feet tap against the stairs. He glanced up and froze in place. He felt his face, ears, and neck burn hotly. His heart skipped a beat. And then another. And then another. He was pretty sure his heart was going to give out by how utterly jaw dropping MC looked.

It’s not obvious. It’s not obvious. It’s not obvious. It’s not obvious.

“What’s not obvious?” MC questioned with a small frown. “Is there something on my clothes? Does it look bad?”

Shit. He said that out loud. Mammon cleared his throat. “Ya look fine.” He managed to tear his eyes away from them. “Are ya ready to go?” MC nodded and followed him out of the house. He kept glancing their way, admiring how they looked under the moonlight.

Mammon paused in his steps, causing MC to follow suit. They gave him a confused look. “Listen, MC,” Mammon started. He swallowed the lump that was starting to form in him throat, trying to prevent the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “I was thinkin’, since I’m your first man and all, it’d only be right if I…If ya…If we shared our first dance together.”

MC tilted their head for a moment, taking in his words. Then, a grin formed. “I’d love that, Mammon.”

“R-really?!” he shouted. He cleared his throat and tried again, his voice much lower this time to try and sound cool. “I mean, really?”

MC giggled and grabbed his hand. “Of course, Mammon. If you didn’t ask, I was going to ask you.” They gave his hand a small squeeze.

He snapped and pulled MC close to him. His face was buried in the crook of their neck. He knew they could feel just how hot his face was, but he didn’t care. He squeezed them tightly as he rocked back and forth, relishing in the sound of MC’s giggles.

“This could count as our first dance together,” MC hummed, their own arms wrapped around him.

“I didn’t wanna mess up our first dance together with the pressure of the others watchin’ us,” Mammon grumbled. “I want all of your dances, ya hear?”

MC sighed and a nodded. “I hear you.”

Leviathan

He had practiced for weeks in front of the mirror. His arms holding the body pillow, pretending that it was MC in his arms. Every time, he’d catch a glanced at his flushed face and drop the pillow immediately. It was hopeless, wanting to dance with them. They’d want to dance with someone that was suaver, someone that could actually dance without tripping over their feet or stepping on them.

Despite all his practice, he found himself on the sidelines of the dance floor. It was a spot he had taken up residence at all prior dances. Leviathan never had anyone he wanted to dance with, until now.

“Will you dance with me, MC?” he muttered, practicing the words he wanted to ask them. He did it without becoming a stammering mess that time. Perhaps he could do that. He nodded. “May I have this dance, MC?” That sounded more formal, maybe more romantic. “I would like the honor of dancing with you, MC.” Leviathan shook his head. That one was too OOC for him. “Do you want to dance with me, MC?”

“I’d love to dance with you, Levi.”

Leviathan’s head snapped up. He heard a crack in his neck and winced at the pain. Though, his wince soon neared into a look of horror. His eyes widened. His face turned red. And he felt himself start to sweat. He stammered and tripped over his words. This wasn’t supposed to be how it was going to happen.

“W-wait,” Leviathan choked. “Yo-you want to dance with me?”

“Yes,” MC affirmed with a kind smile.

Leviathan glanced at the crowd. “In front of all of these people? Won’t I embarrass you?”

“Not at all.” They gently placed a hand on his arm. “But don’t feel pressured. We don’t have to dance if you don’t want to.”

Leviathan felt himself melt under just that simple touch. He looked away and bit his lip. “I want to.”

MC hand moved down his arm and grabbed his hand. They pulled him to the dance floor and situated their arms around him before leading him into a gentle and slow sway. Leviathan gulped and glanced down at their feet, trying to make sure he wouldn’t step on them.

“It’s okay, Levi, you can relax,” MC whispered. “I don’t care if you step on my toes.”

Leviathan glanced up at him, his heart beating furiously. How could he relax when the one he had fallen so hard for had their arms wrapped around him?

Satan

He took a deep breath as he eyed the flower he had ready. His jacket had a matching one pinned to it, now he wanted to pin one to MC’s formal wear. A small smile formed on his lips as he thought of them accepting it, still he had to make it a reality. With a deep breath, he made his way around the dance floor to where MC was speaking with some other demons.

“Excuse me, may I steal you for a moment, MC,” Satan spoke, ever the gentleman. MC nodded and quickly followed him, a smile playing on their lips. Satan paused for a moment and took a deep breath, telling himself that he could do this. He turned around with a faint blush painted across his cheeks. “This is for you.” He held out the flower towards MC.

“Thank you, Satan,” MC carefully took it from him and admired it. They noticed the pin and held it back out to him. “Would you put it on for me?”

Satan nodded, not trusting his words in that moment. Instead, he carefully pinned it to MC’s clothes, just near where their heart was.

MC lightly traced the petals with their fingers. “It’s beautiful, Satan.”

“It doesn’t hold a candle to you,” Satan managed to say without his voice shaking. Still, the blush intensified – he wasn’t completely unaffected by their charm. He cleared his throat, trying to hide how flustered he was slowly becoming. “MC, I was wanting to see if perhaps I could have your first dance?” His eyes held MC’s wit hope shining brightly.

“Yes, you can,” MC agreed and took a hold of his outstretched hand. He quickly brought their hand to his lips and placed a quick kiss to their knuckles. He glanced away bashfully and led them to the dance floor. The demon smiled at them as he wrapped his arms around them and led them in time with the music, though his feet wanted to step in time with the faster tempo of his heart.

Asmodeus

He sat on the edge of the bed, brimming with excitement at being the very first to see what MC would be wearing to the ball. It took everything he had to restrain himself from peering into the closet prematurely. Still, his patience was rewarded as MC stepped out of the closet and did a small twirl for him.

“How do I lo--?” MC’s question was cut off by the sound of Asmo squealing. He hopped over his bed and ran over. His hands held onto MC’s has he made them pose and twirl before him.

“You look ravishing, MC!” Asmo cooed, his eyes drinking in how the clothes fit their body perfectly. “I can’t stand just how good you look!” He wrapped his arms around their waste and lifted them off their feet, twirling them round. Once their feet rested back on the ground, he rested his cheek against theirs and swayed back and forth with them.

“My heart is pounding so hard right now,” Asmo whispered. “I was wanting to wait until the ball to hold you like this, but I can’t wait.” He closed his eyes loving the way MC’s body felt against his. “If I go to the ball wearing clothes that match yours, will you dance with me at the ball, too?”

MC laughed lightly. “You don’t have to match me just to dance with me there, Asmo.”

Asmo grinned. “It’d look better in photos if we matched, and I plan on having there be lots of pictures taken of us dancing together.”

“Then, alright, I will dance with you if you wear matching clothes.”

Asmo pulled away with a faint blush. His eyes were half-lidded as he gazed at MC with pure adoration. “I look forward to it, MC. I hope you will too.”

Beelzebub

The moment MC walked into the ballroom he was stuck in place. The plate in his hands was still halfway filled with food. Though, his hunger was no longer telling him to try and fill the blackhole he had in his stomach. From the time he saw MC, that hunger was silenced. Instead, his eyed them with a new desire. Beel placed his plate down on a nearby table and walked over to the human.

“Hello, MC,” he greeted them with a small smile, a blush already forming on his cheeks.

“Hi, Beel,” they returned the greeting with a grin of their own.

“You look nice.” He moved to stand next to them so that they could gaze out at the rest of the party, his own eyes never left them. His desire told him to hold them close and to take in their scent. He was sure it’d smell better than any food out there. He wanted to rest his lips on the knuckles of their fingers, on their cheeks, and on their lips. It was similar to his typical hunger, but different all the same.

MC giggled and sheepishly diverted their eyes from his stare. “You look handsome yourself, Beel.” Instead, their eyes glanced at the others dancing. Taking a deep breath, they dared to look back up at him. “Did you want to dance?”

Beel blinked and tilted his head slightly. He questioned if this would quell his new hunger. With a slight nod, Beel took a hold of MC’s dance and guided them to the dance floor. His arms wrapped around them and shielded them from view from the others, not that he minded if they saw him dance with MC.

“I’m not holding you too tightly, am I?” he asked with concern, knowing his strength could be a bit too much, especially for a human.

“No,” MC shook their head. “You’re just like a big teddy bear.”

Beelzebub gulped at the sweetness flowing from MC’s words. He chuckled lightly and nuzzled his head into their hair, they did smell better than any food. That combined with the warmth of MC being in his arms was enough to silence the eternal growl of his stomach and instead made his heart purr with happiness.

Belphegor

He fidgeted ever so slightly at the large crowd in the dance hall. Belphie was never a fan of these large gatherings, especially when it was for something to celebrate whatever Diavolo forced other to be joyful for. He grumbled to himself, glimpsing at MC chatting with the others. With a sigh, he slipped from the crowd and to the gardens outside of the castle.

He slowly walked through, allowing the moonlight to guide his steps. He could still hear the music from out in the gardens, it was much too loud for his tastes.

“Belphie!” a voice hollered. Belphegor paused in his tracks and looked over his shoulder seeing MC jogging in his direction. He turned around to wait for the human to catch up to him. “Are you alright?”

Belphie nodded and stifled a yawn. “It was too stuffy in there.” He also hated how the other demons looked at them, but he had no right to stop them.

MC nodded. “Yeah, they kind of are.” They shuffled from one foot to another. “Is it okay if I join you out here?”

“I won’t be much fun,” Belphie spoke, giving MC a reason to leave if they really didn’t want to be out there with him.

“We could dance,” MC suggested. “If you’re up for it.”

Belphie tensed up at the thought of MC trusting him to wrap his arms around them. He shifted with hesitation before he slowly nodded. He took a step forward. He wouldn’t hurt them. Then another step forward. They could trust him. His arms slowly raised up to circle around them. He wouldn’t betray their trust. He slowly melted into their own embrace, his head resting against them with his eyes drifting shut. Not again.

Diavolo

The prince took a deep breath. Truly, this ball was celebrating nothing. It was just an excuse to ask MC to dance with him. And though he was the next crowned king of the Devildom, he couldn’t help a boyish sense of excitement that fluttered around in his chest. It accompanied the nervous butterflies he had.

“They have arrived,” Barbatos informed him. Diavolo quickly searched the crowd before his eyes landed upon his favorite human, no, his favorite being in all three realms. He felt his breath be stolen from his lungs at how amazing they looked in their formal wear.

The prince inhaled deeply. He’s faced much scarier things than this. He could go up to the human and ask them for a dance. He’d be damned if he cared what the other demons whispered about if he asked them to be his first to dance. He wanted them to be his first, his last, his only.

“MC,” his voice broke through the crowd’s murmurs. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

MC looked up with that smile that always made his heart skip a beat. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of not inviting you,” Diavolo’s voice trailed off as he allowed himself to truly enjoy the sight of MC. With a slight clearing of his throat, he offered his hand out to them. “Would it be alright if you joined me for the first dance of the night? The others cannot start dancing until I’ve danced with a partner.”

That was true, but only because he set that as a rule for this event tonight. He wanted to truly show off MC as both a representative for the human realm, but also as someone he had come to truly care about.

MC gaped at him. “And you want me to be your dance partner?”

Not just a dance partner, he thought to himself. “I wouldn’t want anyone else,” he breathed out just above a whisper. MC hesitated, before they laid their hand in his and allowed him to lead them out to the dance floor. He placed his hands on their waist and stepped in time with the music as it signified the start of a new era between humans and demons.

Barbatos

He found his eyes lingering on MC’s form as they made their way through the crowd at Diavolo’s ball. They had yet to dance with anyone, something he found odd with how the brothers seemed to be taken with them – not that he would complain about that.

“Barbatos.” His attention snapped away from the human and towards his master. “You’ve been working yourself too hard. Take a break, go ask MC to dance with you.”

“My lord?” He frowned, not realizing he was being so blatantly obvious with his longing.

“Go on,” Diavolo pushed his friend out towards MC’s direction. “It’s an order!”

Barbatos staggered lightly, almost having lost his footing with how hard Diavolo had pushed him. With a sigh, and having no other choice, he quickly made his way towards MC. His feet moved too quickly for it being just an order to dance with them.

“Barbatos!” MC greeted him with a wide grin when they saw him. They quickly closed the distance between them.

Barbatos chuckled lightly at how MC had greeted him first. He tried to dismiss the strong fluttering of the butterflies in his stomach. “You look lovely tonight.”

MC looked away, their smile softening. “Thank you, you look great, too.”

“I was,” Barbatos started as the words seemed to have momentarily gotten caught in his throat. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind dancing with me.”

“Never!” MC responded quickly, their face flushing with warmth. Barbatos felt like his heart was about to burst with how enthusiastic MC sounded. With a small smile, he gently took MC’s hand and led them out to the dance floor. He honestly couldn’t hear the music playing with how loudly his heart was beating in his ears when he held MC in his arms, swaying back in forth, hoping it was in time.

His emerald eyes never left MC’s face. He was enchanted by them, struck in a daze that he was the one dancing with them, not one of the brothers, not Lord Diavolo, not Solomon.

“Barbatos?” their voice snapped him out from the spell he was placed under. He blinked and gazed at them with curiosity. “The music has ended a while ago.”

Barbatos looked around, seeing that the ballroom had quickly dispersed of other demons, leaving only him and MC, still swaying across the floor. “So it has,” he murmured. He pulled back reluctantly. “I apologize for having kept you all to myself tonight, MC.” He didn’t mean it.

Simeon

He kept a watchful eye on MC throughout the party. They gave polite smiles to the demons that tried to converse with him, but as the night dragged on, he could tell they were getting tired of having to be say the right things or risk tarnishing the reputation of the exchange program. It was when a demon had the nerve to lay a hand on MC’s waist was when he stormed over.

A smile was on his face, but his eyes screamed murder. The demon quickly released the human, sensing that the angel’s wrath was far more lethal than Satan’s. Once he scurried off, Simeon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He turned towards MC with an apologetic look.

“Ah, I’m afraid I let my emotions get the better of me. I’m sorry, MC,” Simeon apologized and rubbed the back of his neck.

MC shook their head. “Honestly, thank you. The guy was a creep.”

Simeon laughed lightly and nodded along with MC. “You must be exhausted.”

“I’m a bit tired,” MC sighed out. Still, they smiled up at him. “But I still haven’t danced with anyone.”

Simeon felt his heart skip a beat. He returned the smile, albeit he felt a shyness bubble up within him. “Would you like to dance with me, then?”

MC quickly nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him behind them. When they stopped, they wrapped their arms around him and leaned against him. Their head rested against him, enjoying the warmth that he gave off. It was more than just the heat his body emitted; it was a heavenly warmth that brought a sense of joy. Simeon would be lying if he said he didn’t also feel that from MC. But instead, he knew it was the love he felt for MC that made him feel this way.

Simeon sighed happily. His own head resting down against MC. His own eyes shutting as well, content to stay like this for the remainder of the night.

Solomon

He hadn’t been this excited to dance with anyone like this in hundreds, if not thousands of years. The sorcerer waited by the entrance of the ballroom. He nodded towards the demons he knew as they entered, but didn’t allow them to carry a conversation with him, not when he was waiting for the one that had so effortlessly captured his heart.

“MC!” he greeted the moment he laid eyes on them. He quickly walked up to them and wrapped his arm around them, using his cloak to shield them from view from the others. “I’m stealing you now!” He gave them a boyish grin that was laced with a sense of chaotic mischief only he was capable of. He ignored the protest of the brothers as he scurried away with his human companion.

MC laughed at his antics, their smile lighting up the world to the point that it was almost blinding. He paused momentarily, dazed by their smile. He almost didn’t hear them ask what he was doing. He tore his eyes away from them, so he could truly concentrate on the reason as to why he abducted MC away from the others.

“I wanted to be the first one to ask you to dance with me,” Solomon explained, his cheeks lit up with a light shade of pink. “Except for the few times Asmo has forced me to dance with him, I have honestly not desired to dance with someone for eons. I hope you don’t mind if I’m a bit rusty.”

MC tilted their head. “Why the sudden change?”

Solomon felt his heart beat quickly, as he tried to decide if he should declare just how hopelessly in love he was with them. How they had brought a new meaning to his immortal life. How he felt like every moment he spent with MC was a brand-new experience.

“You came into my life,” Solomon simply said, not truly revealing just how powerful his feelings were for them. “What do you say?”

MC nodded. “I’d love to dance with you, Solomon. Even if you do end up stepping on my toes.”

Solomon laughed. “I hope I’m not that rusty.” He twirled them around effortlessly and pulled them close to him. “But if I mess up, that just means I’ll have to practice dancing with you more often. Perhaps beyond tonight.”

Single mom!MC being besties with Lucifer?!? SIGN ME FCK UP!!! I need more, I already love them and I know they have some funny ass stories

Lucifer: This is my friend, MC. And I expect that you will treat her with respect.

Asmo: Aww... I thought she's your girlfriend—

MC and Lucifer: *both clicking their tongues*

Levi: Shit. They're both scary.

MC: *turns her head and happens to look at Satan* *her eyes widened*

Satan: *confused*

MC: *nudges Lucifer*

Lucifer: What is it?

MC: Your son? *pointing at Satan*

Lucifer and his brothers: ...

MC: Man! You should've told me you have a son! How many holidays have I missed?! Can I hug him?

Lucifer: ... Sure. Do what you like.

MC: *goes to hug Satan, ruffling his hair* Damn! You're tall too! How old are you now?

Satan: Um... Thousands years of old?

MC: Still a kid. What do you like as a gift? I bet you want cats? Am I right?

Satan: ...

Satan: Yes. How did you know?

MC: Your dad likes dogs. You look like a menace so I had a rough guess.

His brothers except Lucifer: *laughs*

Lucifer: MC, I think it's time to show you your room.

MC: Right. *gives Satan a last squeeze before she goes with Lucifer*

*the others approaching Satan*

Belphie: How was it? I'm sure you were annoyed.

Satan: ...

Satan: No. Honestly... I felt comfortable.

His brothers: ...

Satan celebrate his own birthday party

Lucifer Morningstar helping overworked s/o

A/N: I haven’t written in a while so im trying to get back into it again. Don’t be scared to shoot over a request - especially not for our fav short king

1.2k - Lucifer Morningstar x reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: fluff, very sweet, already established relationship

Overworked s/o gets some comfort and love from our all-time favourite Lucifer.

You walked to the hotel door with a painful ache in your neck. All the sitting around, reading documents and arguing with some wanna-be rich people about car prices made your neck and shoulders sore. With slumped shoulders and an annoyed look, you stumble into the newly rebuilt hotel. Greeting you with a beaming smile, Charlie hopped over to you:

“Hey y/n, are you ready for a team-building exercise of trust and friendship? Now that you are finished with work, you can join us!!!”

“Sorry, not today Char Char. It was an exhausting day at work”

Normally you loved helping out Charlie in the hotel and talking to the others, but today you just wanted to go die for the secound time on the couch. You shot a quick smile and waved at Lucifer, who smiled back with slight pity noticing your tired deminer.

You walked up the neverending set of stairs, which seemed to just get longer and longer. After finally reaching your and Lucifer’s bedroom you fumbled with your keys in your pocket and opened the door. You walked to the bedroom and clumsily opened the door. Seeing the sweat relief of the king-sized bed, you flopped your tired body on it and let out an aching moan. You looked around the room, letting your eyes glide over the hotel room, which was more like a small one-bedroom apartment. It seemed like the concept of time had disappeared. Everything began to feel like a blur and your brain got foggy from the exhaustion. Minutes felt like hours in your trance-like state, when you heard a small klick coming from the door. You couldn’t be bothered to pick up your head let alone your body, so you just slowly rolled your eyes in the direction of the sound waiting for the bedroom door to be opened. You thought it was someone who came to check up on you or even worse, ask you for a favour so you presumptuously let out an annoyed huff. What you didn’t expect was to see Lucifer at the foot of the door, opening it slowly and carefully as if not to wake up a newborn baby. Seeing your lovely partner made your heart flutter and a barely visible smile crept up on your face despite your crushed state.

Seeing hell’s King sneak around your bedroom to not wake you if you were asleep had something heartwarming about it. This gave you enough strength to barely pull yourself from your lying position into a sitting one, letting one of your legs dangle off of the edge of the bed while the other was resting on the bed folded near your body. A silent “oh shit” echoed through the room as your boyfriend walked up to you and sat next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry honey. Did I wake you?”

“No, no, not at all. I was just… resting on the bed”

“You look beaten, are you alright? You need to start watching out for yourself more. I mean, no one should be this tired. What if someone attacked you and you were too overworked to fight back?!”

You chuckled at your worried man and let your head fall on the shoulder pad of his pearl-white suit. He tensed up from the sudden touch but quickly relaxed. His hand found their way to your hair stroking your head gently. He carefully lifted your head to remove his jacket and hat and threw them on the bed to make his shoulder more comfortable to lie on.

“It was a loooooong day. First, some overlord was pissy that the price of a car he wanted to buy went up and wanted to bargain it down. As if that wasn’t bad enough some imp came to argue that his insurance won’t cover the car damages after he tried to transport two horses and a hellhound in his minivan. He just wouldn’t understand how the insurance couldn’t cover the damages his fiasco made on the car!”

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this to yourself y/n! I mean you come home being tired to death after your job. Why don’t you just stay and work in the hotel? We’ve got plenty to get done so you won’t be out of work!”

“Luci, I can’t. I know my job has some downsides, but I’ve always loved cars. They are the only good memories I have left from Earth. I’m fine”

You said the last sentence through your teeth. You knew you weren’t fine and so did Lucifer, but you still tried to reassure him. He sighed and decided to let this argument go. He was worried sick from you working yourself to the bone and wanted to take your pain away, but he also knew that you were stubborn and wouldn’t listen to him. So he decided to take care of you once again. His hand crept up to your cheek replacing it with his shoulder and carefully slid behind you on the bed. You melted into his touch, savouring every last drop of love and affection he gave you. You moaned from dissatisfaction when the support of his shoulder was gone, but were nicely surprised by his hands gliding to your neck and shoulders and massaging them. You hummed at the release of tension in your muscles and let your head fall backwards with shut eyes. Lucifer couldn’t help but kiss your forehead gently flashing a smile at your satisfied face. Your eyes fluttered open and he let his hands slide lower across your whole back running circles. His fingertips and nails tickled your back. The painful fog in your brain started to lift and be replaced with gentle love. While savouring hell’s boss’ touch he snaked his hands behind your neck and legs picking you up effortlessly startling you. Your hands clutched onto his chest. It is still surprising how easily he can pick you up despite you being taller.

Carefully he walked over into the other room while you let your head rest on his body trying to get as close to him as possible as if you were afraid to lose him. While setting you down on the couch you cluched his arms almost anxiously.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You loosened your grip and sat up letting him slip behind you on the backrest of the couch. Lucifer kissed the top of your head letting you fall in his touch once more and resting your body between his legs. His hands slipped into your hair once more scratching your scalp softly and peppering your head with soft kisses. Taking care of you. Slowly you felt the stress of the day lifting. His hand slid over to your chin and pulled your face up. His back bent down and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You let yourself get lost in the kiss and reached up to his head placing your hands on the side of his head pulling Lucifer deeper into the kiss. His golden hair tickled the tips of your fingers making you smile into the kiss. After pulling away your boyfriend gave you a gentle look and kissed your nose making you giggle softly.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Lucifer”

Hi! Could I request Blue Exorcist Lucifer x female reader marriage headcanons? Please and thank you! And have a great weekend!

Lucifer x reader - Marriage Headcanons

Warnings: None :D

- He’d propose in one of two ways

- 1) A romantic date he planned in advance because you deserve nothing but the best

- 2) You nearly died, due to probably some other demons or because someone found out you were dating him and he proposed to you as soon as you were awake, he’d still take you out on that fancy romantic date though.

- Once you’re engaged, he starts planning your wedding immediately, with you of course

- He gives his opinions on things but makes sure all the final decisions are up to you, unless you’d rather him do it then he gladly will, but will make sure you’re okay with everything

- If you do the white traditional, bride can’t see the groom before the wedding he will try to respect that but then get too antsy without you and try to sneak in

- Wedding would definitely be small and private on his end of the guests but would be fine with you inviting whoever he wants, even if it’s someone he hates, he’ll be cordial on his wedding day, only for you

- Once you two are married and/or move in together he’d be very much so a domestic husband

- He’d cook for you, clean for you, and if he didn’t want to and you didn’t want to, he’d have some demon minions do it for him, he’s the second most powerful demon, so why not take advantage of that for his love?

- Very lovey dovey, the constant gifts and trinkets would not stop after you get married, quite the opposite actually

- Expect large gestures more often, he feels as though since you’re his spouse, he must spoil you even more now

- Extra Protective 🙌

- Not to an overbearing point though, he still lets you have your freedom unlike some

- Physical touch gets more commonplace

- Expect welcome back hugs

- Nighttime and movie time cuddles are absolute essentials as well

- Overall, great husband 10/10 would recommend