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Father Material (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by morningstr

Pairing: Father!Lucifer Morningstar/Child!Daughter!Reader
Words: 1400
Warning(s): Uh child reader gets lost, das it.
A/N: I think I’ve only written one other fanfic (not on here) with a child reader, so this was really different to write :D. Also I love that gif^
Request: Can I have a child reader with Daddy Lucifer Morningstar like when he’s alone with his daughter he’s just the best daddy ever and when she gets hurt he becomes a worry wart but doesn’t show his worries.


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anonymous asked:

We all know Harry is going to tour soon enough and Lou cant be his makeup artists because Lux has school, unless his tour is in the summer but he has dunkirk promo for part of the Summer... so what if Lottie is Harry's make up artist???? Ahhhhhhh it would be so lovely!! [And we all know Louis will be privately visiting Harry during the tour - pick someone supportive and all that. But maybe he could publicly visit his lil sister hehe and Harry and Louis' public friendship could begin again.]

Oh my god.

calfreezy - yoga challenge

REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

“Where do you want me?”

“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

“Well that was simple, what next?”

“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

“On top, right.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

A laugh fell from my lips.

“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

“I did it! I actually did it!”

“Congratulations!”

“Thanks, man.”

As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 

“Um..oops?”

“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

“You did two positions!”

“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”

“Harry!”

“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.

“Jesus..”

“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

Both boys laughed.

“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

“But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

All three boys exchanged a look.

obscenegirl  asked:

Hey,can you do one where he meets you somewhere,like you meet at a coffee shop and talk a lot but don't exchange phones or anything,and he writes a song or looks somehow for ya to see if he can find you? (Yeah,carolina,i know hahaha)

I changed this just a tiny little bit. x

••

It had been so long since Harry enjoyed quality time with Lux. He was, of course, used to seeing her but not one-on-one. So when Lou told him she was sick and Lux needed someone to pick her up from her ballet class, Harry was more than happy to do it, informing her that they’d be also getting ice cream.

“You have to go inside and ask for her. They don’t let the kids out, they make them wait inside with their teacher.” Lou had told him.

So when Harry arrived, that’s what he did. “I’m here to pick up Lux Atkin.” He told the receptionist.

“Oh, yes, Lou told us you are. But they’re still in the middle of practicing a song.” The woman smiled politely at him.

Harry nodded with a smile. “I’ll just wait here.”

“You can go inside if you want. Their teacher doesn’t mind.”

The woman led him to the room where soft music was coming out of, him looking from the window of the door, seeing small twirling figures and the back of a tall one. The woman opened the door gently for him, Harry thanking her quietly before he got inside and waited by the door, watching.

He tried to watch the adorable kids in their tutus and their twirling and their plies but he couldn’t. His eyes were fixed on the adult teaching them.
You were graceful and calm, facial expression soft and cheerful as you directed the kids in a non-frightening way.
His breath hitched when your eyes met his, feeling his heart start to race and his hands to get sweaty as you gave him a warm smile before diverting your attention back to the kids.

When the music stopped, Harry straightened his posture and wiped his hands on his pants as he got himself ready.

“Good job today, sweethearts.” You clapped for all of them, making them cheer and hug each other before they began hugging your legs and getting close to you, making you giggle.

Harry smiled subconsciously, looking at your happy face before looking at Lux who looked at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

“I’ll miss you, too, I’ll miss you, too. But I believe someone is waiting for one of you.” You said, smiling towards Harry, making all the kids look.

“Harry!” Lux screamed before running towards Harry, hugging his legs tightly. “Did you see me dancing?!”

Harry bent down, carrying her in his arms. “I did. You were amazing, love.”

“I want you to meet Miss Y/N!” Lux said excitedly before she turned towards you, “Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N!”

You looked at her in Harry’s arms, walking towards them. “What is it Lux?”

“I want you to meet Harry! Harry, meet Miss Y/N. Miss Y/N, meet Harry!” Lux then clapped with a grin after she gestured with her hands.

“It’s nice to meet you. Lux talks about you a lot.” You grinned, offering your hand for a handshake.

“Does she?” Harry smiled, shaking your hand. You only nodded. “I’m glad she does. I’m not always around, ’s good to know she remembers me.” Harry smiled at Lux who giggled, resting her head on Harry’s chest.

“Awe, of course she does.” You cooed.

“Actually, I’m going to take Lux for some ice cream. Maybe you could join and tell me some of the stuff you know about me?” Harry picked his balls from the ground — not literally — and asked.

“Oh,” You smiled before looking at the half empty dance room. “There are still three kids waiting for their parents and I should be waiting with them.”

“It’s okay, we can wait, can’t we, Lux?”

“Yes!”

You grinned and nodded.
Soon enough, you had changed into your jeans and hoodie and took your hair out of your bun, putting it in a ponytail instead.

“Sorry I kept you waiting this long.” You apologized sheepishly as you reached Harry and Lux who were waiting for you by the door outside.

“It’s definitely no problem. Shall we get going then?” Harry raised his eyebrows with a dimpled face, pointing towards the door. You nodded, thanking him when he opened the door for you.

You opened the car’s backseat door for Harry as he buckled Lux in before he rushed to the passenger side, opening the door for you.

“Are you going to be opening all the doors now?” You giggled, getting inside.

“Is it impressive?” He joked, his hand on your opened door.

“Oh, very.”

“Then yes, I’m going to be opening all the doors.” Harry chuckled before closing the door and rushing to his side.

“You know, you’re a complete stranger. You could be kidnaping me.” You shrugged with a smile as you buckled your seatbelt.

“A nice kidnapper who’s taking you and a kid to have ice cream.” He grinned before driving off.

//

Sitting on the shop, Lux finished her small ice cream and was now playing games on Harry’s phone while you and Harry hit it off.

“I have been dancing since I was little. I have always wanted to be Odette in Swan Lake in the Royal Opera House.” You chuckled, looking down before licking your ice cream.

“And how is that turning out for you?” Harry asked with genuine interest.

“Let’s say I have been having my butt kicked with practice for months now for this week’s audition.” You grinned, blushing.

“Oh! You’re auditioning?” Harry asked with happiness in his tone. You only nodded. “I’ve seen you with the kids today, you’re wonderful. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“This might sound a little weird but you kind of remind me of home. Your flower ring,” You pointed, “I have a drawing just like it on my childhood bedroom’s wall.”

Harry grinned at this. “Where do you come from?”

“Carolina.”

“And what is a Carolina girl like yourself doing in the lovely land of UK?” Harry asked in a more posh accent than he already had, leaning on the table.

“Alright don’t laugh, it’s kind of cliché, kind of lame,” You pointed at him with your index finger warningly.

Harry raised his hands defensively, shaking his head. “I would never.”

“Well,” You folded the ice cream wrapping paper and put it in the ashtray before looking at him. “My grandma told me to follow my dreams before she died. She knew how much I really wanted to play Odette, have performances in the opera, all that. She left me a whole load of share of money just for that. So here I am, in the lovely land of U.K.” You shrugged before blushing, looking down, “It’s very lame, I know.”

“Hey, hey, it’s definitely not lame. That’s amazing. You’re chasing your dreams and that’s honestly amazing. I’m sorry about your grandma.” Harry smiled softly, reaching out to put his hand on top of yours.

You shook your head with a smile, “Thank you. Really.”

“Now, tell me all about you. I think I’m up for strawberry lemonade.”

For two hours you and Harry talked about everything and anything before Harry had to drive you back to your car by the dance studio. You hugged Lux goodbye, Lux saying how much she’ll miss you before you walked to your car, Harry following you.

“Thank you for the ice cream. I had fun.” You smiled, unlocking your car before turning to face Harry.

“Thank you for coming. I’m glad you did, I had fun, too. I’m sure Lux won’t shut up about this for the next 60 years.” Harry chuckled.

You laughed, shaking your head. “She must be very sleepy and tired.”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, I’m taking her straight home anyway,” He gestured behind his back at Lux as you nodded. “Hey, uh, good luck with the audition.”

You opened the car door, smiling at him. “Thanks, Harry. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” Harry nodded rapidly. Just as you were about to get in the car, you turned around, placing a quick peck on his cheek with a blush before getting inside your car, giving him one last smile before driving off.

“Did you see that?” Harry asked Lux in disbelief.

“I did!”

For the rest of the day, Harry definitely couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. It was when he was going to bed that it fell.

“I didn’t take her number!”

//

“Hello?” Lou answered Harry’s call after the third ring in the afternoon.

“Hey, Lou, it’s Harry.”

“I have a called ID, Harry. Stop saying it’s you every time you call me.”

“Hey! Just making sure you know it’s me.” He defended himself.

Lou scoffed, “What is it that you want? I know you.”

“Right, so,” He cleared his throat, “Do you, by chance, happen to have Y/N’s phone number? Lux’s dance teacher?”

Harry groaned when he heard Lou laugh hysterically. “No way!”

“Aw, come on, Lou.” He groaned.

“Okay, okay,” She calmed down, “But no. I don’t actually. I only have the number of the studio and very sorry to burst your bubble but yesterday was Y/N’s last day as the kids’ dance teacher there.”

“What?! Why?” Harry slumped in his chair.

“Something about her own thing, Od-”

“Odette. Practice for Odette. Alright, thanks, Lou!” Harry was quick to hang up before he rushed to his room where he changed his clothes for something more ordinary for the world to see other than his avocado printed boxers.

He felt like this was a scene out of the movie, laughing to himself in the car as he thought that this would be a good Rom-Com which might have alerted the neighbor car in the red light, the man twice his age looking at him warily.
Once he reached the dance studio, he quickly rushed there to open the door, confused when it wouldn’t budge.
Just then, his eyes fell on the “CLOSED” sign before diverting to the schedule time.

“MONDAY-FRIDAY. OPEN AT 7 AM TILL 2 AM.”

It was Saturday.

“For fuck’s sake.” He groaned, walking back slowly to his car where he sat quietly for a moment before he perked up in his seat, taking out his phone and opening the Safari app.

‘Royal Opera House Swan Lake auditions 2017.’ He typed, instantly clicking on the first link he saw.

Once he found that the auditions were tomorrow, he nodded determinedly to himself before he drove back home where he sat, making scenarios in his head and watching ballet videos for the rest of the evening.

Harry was restless at night. He was tossing and turning, even hummed to himself to sleep but nothing was happening. It was when his mind drifted to your long conversation at the shop that he found lyrical words flowing in his mind, almost humming a new tune to himself. With a newfound energy, Harry was sat on his desk, his brown leather journal sprawled in front of him as he wrote what was on his mind.

//

Harry was nervous to say the least. When he entered the opera house and got greeted as someone famous, it was one of the few moments he appreciated his status when he was allowed to be in the room where the Odette auditions were held. He sat in the chair beside the critic and professional choreographer, watching as different women auditioned. Some were good, some made mistakes and some Harry just couldn’t focus on.
It was when he saw you enter in a beige classical tutu, hair in a neat bun and a friendly smile that Harry’s breath hitched, his arm slipping from the arm rest, startling him as he sat up.

Your eyes met his and widened. He only gave you a discreet thumbs up and a grin, watching you smile as you looked down before the music started.
He was charmed. His eyes were fixed on your figure as you danced, putting your everything in it. It was when the critic beside him whispered “Amazing” under his breath that he grinned.
You bowed after you were finished, smiling at the happy judges before catching Harry’s eyes for a moment and walking gracefully out of the stage.

Harry was quick to thank the judges for having him, putting a word in for you.

“I might not be professional but I do know someone passionate about something when I see them. Miss Y/N was wonderful. Good day.”

He asked the stage director about your whereabouts, thanking him when he escorted him towards the dressing room. He knocked, hearing a different woman’s voice tell him to come in. He did.

He found a room full of ballerinas, some in the regular wear and some still in the tutus. “Hi, I’m looking for Y/N?”

They smiled to each other before you walked over to him from the other side of the room with a grin. “What are you doing here?” You asked quietly, holding his arms as you both walked outside again, closing the door behind you.

“What am I doing here…” He trailed. What was he supposed to say? That he couldn’t stop thinking about how much of an idiot he was that he didn’t take your phone number and that he couldn’t stop thinking about you so much that he had written a song about you? “I came to support you?”

You smiled, “I’m letting you off the hook this time.”

“I heard the man who sat beside me, the blond one, say amazing when you were done.” He whispered childishly before pretending to look around as if searching if anyone might have heard him.

Your eyes widened, “No!” You whisper shouted.

“Yes!”

You tackled him in a hug, squealing in his shoulder. “Oh my God, I hope I make it.”

Harry hummed in satisfaction, hugging you back. “You were beautiful out there.”

You giggled, pulling back. “As much as I actually like this,” You gestured between you, “But why actually are you here?”

Harry sighed, defeated. “Alright, I wanted your phone number after I realized I forgot to take it. Lou said she doesn’t have your number and that you left, studio was closed and I might have added another song to my solo album.”

“You-You did all that to get my number?”

“Well, I was also hoping for a date?” Harry chuckled nervously.

You grinned, “Remember when I told you about my grandma story and called it cliché?” Harry nodded. “Forget it. This is 10 times more cliché.” You giggled.

“Does that mean you don’t go on a date with me?”

“Of course I will!”

After changing back to your clothes and walking slowly with Harry towards the exit, hands brushing against each other, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean you added a new song to your solo album?”

••

Obviously the “amazing” part by the critic indicates that you got the part because you’re THE shit and owned the stage.
Also, it’s so ironic writing about ballet and all that while I’m finishing a box of pizza by myself. Hope you liked it! x

City of Stars

A/N Hey there! So wth Dragobete (AKA Romainian Valentines day) coming up, for some reason it has got me in a mood to write a few love stories to get everyone else in a lovey mood. So I was listeing to the La La Land musical? movie sound track (which I am in love with) and I decided to write a Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Imagine bassed off of two (well really one) of the songs which you can listen to here and here Hope you enjoy!

Pairings/ Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Nothing fam enjoy your fluff :)

Originally posted by the-ghost-of-utopia

From the momment he saw her walk into Lux, Lucifer knew that there was something there. He felt, what he had heard humans refer to as a spark. Y/N was undeniably beautiful, though not in the traditional sense. She had a more artistic and precise beauty to her. And her voice sounded like the most beautiful musical instrument, soft and gentle. She had walked into Lux, her Y/H/C hair braided in a loose side braid, and a simple knee lenght dress. Compared to the rest of her friends, who dressed in attire Lucifer was all to familer with, Y/N stuck out like a sore thumb.

 Lucifer’s attention was immediatly drawn to her. He waved off the two women who has been fawning over him and made his way accross the loud club. As her friends left to get drinks, Lucifer alked up to her, his heart suddenly beating a million times faster. 

“Well hello there,” Lucifer said, “What may be your name, love?

“Oh hi,” she replied. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And you?”

“Lucifer Morningstar,” He replied. He glanced at the bar where her friends at gone, only to find them not there. Rather they were having the time of their lives with some random men on the dance floor.

“’Would you like to dance with me?” Lucifer blurted out. He quickly regained his compossure when he saw her shocked reaction. “I only meant.. well you’re alone here. Clubs like this are no fun when you’re alone.”

“Oh I m not alone, I am here with a couple of friends,” Y/N started. “They just went over there to…” She said point o the bar. She stopped when she realized they wern’t there. “Oh… well they are here. Somewhere. I don’t intend on staying.”

“Oh come one Y/N,” Lucifer said. He brought his arm arund her back and rested his hand on her shoulder gently guiding her to the dance floor. He pointed at her freinds. “Your friends are having the time of their life by the looks of it. Come on, just give me five minuetes to change your mind. Then you can decide?” he outstretched his hand, hoping she would take it.

Y/N thought for a second, looking at her friends as they laughed and smiled, dancing with men and women that they didn’t even know. And they were having the time of their lives. She smiled softly and took Lucifers hand.

“Fine but only 5 mineutes.” Y/N said.

“Works for me,” Lucifer said as he guided her to the floor.

Even though it was only supposed to be just 5 minetes , it quickly turned into 10. Then 30. Then 1 hour. As time went by Lucifer and Y/N lost count of how long they danced and talked and laughed. By the time they had finished, mainly out of exhaustion, a good bulk of the crowd including Y/N’s friends had gone home for the evening. 

“So, you’re a Jazz player then?” Lucifer asked her as she took another sip of her water. 

“Yep,” Y/N replied. “I have loved Jazz from the momment my father who by the way played trumpet at a local Jazz club, introduced me to it. I just sort of fell in love with it. The smoothness and the feel of it. Everything about it.”

“I see.” Lucifer said. “So you play trumpet as well I assume?”

“No. Actually I play piano.” Y/N replied. “My mouth is apparently to small to play trumpet. But thats okay. I always prefered Piano anyways.” She tookanother drink of her water.

“So what about you, Mr. Morningstar. Is this all you do?” Y/N asked gesturing to the night club around them.

“No,” Lucifer said. “Actually I work with the LAPD. I am a civilian consultent.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting.” Y/N replied. “Have you caught lots of crimminals?”

“Yes and punished them accordingly.” Lucifer said proudly.

“Ok, I’m going to assume that means you just put them behind bars.” Y/N said. She glanced at her smal watch and almost jumped out of her seat.

“Oh shit! Is it really 3 AM?” Y/N exclaimed. She got up quickly and finished her water. “I’ve got to get home. I have an audition in 6 hours. It was lovely meeting you, Lucifer.”

“Agreed, we should do this again.” Lucifer said with a small smile. 

Y/N blushed softly. She then took out a small piece of paper and wrote down her number and handed it to him. “Whenever convient, give me a call.” she said with a small. The she ran out of the doors of Lux, leaving Lucifers heart soaring.

He sighed contently and had a few of his workers close up Lux as he made his way up to the penthouse. He leaned over the railing of the balcomny and stared into the night sky, which was only illuminated by stars. He stared at the small paper in his hands, a small smile playing at his lips.

Here in his hands, he had a chance at something. Something meaningful and perhaps even wonderful. However he was not a fan of heart break and wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. So why bother? Why was he still holding on to her number when he could easily let it go and move on with his life.

He lookd up to the city and began to whistle to him self, playing with the paper in his hands. Looking put to the city, he sang to himself:

“City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars

There is so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonerful and new?

Or one more dream that I can not make true?”

He looked at her number and decided she was worth the risk. He entered her number into his phone, sent her a quick text and allowed the wind to take the small paper out of his hands and into the Los Angeles skyline.

——————————————————————————

That was a year ago. Since then Y/N and Lucifer’s love had deepened and truely sprouted into something wonderful and new. Y/N life had never been better after Lucifer had texted her that night asking when she would be able to see him again.

 Her heart felt like it was soaring high above everyone and everything else, as if nothing to take down this love. Date after date, night after, her and Lucifer grew into something far more deeper and intimate than just love. There was something else there. Something neither of them could pin.

By the time they had been dating for 8 months, Y/N had asked Lucifer who he really was, as she didn’t really believe any parent would name their son Lucifer. And he had trusted her. Enough to show her his true form. And although the initial shock had taken time to get over and understand, it didn’tchange the way Y/N felt about him.

 Lucifer also revealed hat Mazikeen, his bartebder who goes by Maze was actually a demon and Ammenadiel was his brother and an angel. And Charlotte Richards, an attoerny Y/N disliked heavily was actually lucifers mother AKA the mother of all creation. And yet. she had taken all of this infomation in rather well. After that, there was a whole new level of trust between them. One that would be hard to break and even harder to mend if broken.

Y/N walked into Lux, her music bag slung over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair up in a messy bun. Maze was cleaning the counter behind the bar. Y/N approached her, setting her bag in one of the chairs. 

“Hey Maze,” Y/N greated. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I thpoight you had moved in with Chole last month?”

“I did. Just felt like coming back. Couldn’t stand being around that tiny human any longer.” Maze replied. Y/N nodded, sensing Maze’s dislike for children.

“Oh, Lucifer asked you to meet him in the penthouse. Said he needed to show you something up there.” Maze informed her. 

Y/N was slightly confused but went along with it. She picked up her music bag and began making her way up to the penthouse, bidding Maze goodbye as she did so.

Originally posted by mametupa

With a pleasent ding the elevator opened, revealing Lucifer sitting at his piano playing a lovely tune. Y/N smiled and watched him for a second. She had always loved watching him play. He just seemed so at peace with everything around him, as if the rest of the world just faded away.

Y/N walked up to him and wraped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder as he continued to play. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and watched his hands dance on the piano keys.

“I haven’t heard that one before.” Y/N said.

“That’s because I have been writting it for you,” Lucifer replied. Y/N raised her eyebrow. She slid next him on the piano bench at the high end.

“Show me then,” Y/N asked.

“Well I’m not done yet love,” Lucifer Morningstar. 

“Then I’ll help you finish it.” Y/N told him. Lucifer smiled and began to play the tune again. 

“City of stars

Are you shing just for me? 

City of stars

There’s so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you” Lucifer sang stopping on a high, as if to invite her to play. Y/N didnt deny the invitation and began to play on the high end.

“That now our dreams they’ve finally come true.

City of stars 

Just one thing everybody wants

There in the bars

And through the smoke screens of the 

Crowded resturants

It’s love

Yes all we’re looking for is love

From someone else.” Y/n looked to Lucifer, letting him know it was his turn to sing.

“A rush,” He sang

‘A glance,” She countered

‘A touch” 

‘A dance”  They both shared a looked as they played a little louder and cresendoded into the next verse as Lucifers vocals took over, with Y/N joing in where she could..

‘A look in sombody’s eyes

To light up the skies

To open the world and send it reeling

A voice that says I’ll be here and you’ll be alright

I don’t care if I know 

Just where I will go 

Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.” They finished together. 

“Think I wanted to stay,” Lucifer sang as he went back to the original begining melody, Y/N getting off the piano to let him finish it out.

City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars” He sang as he added a trill to the higher note, giving her the last word. Y/N smiled and looked him the eye. 

“You’ve never shined so brightly.” Y/N finished softly.

Lucifer finished the song and looked at her. “So? Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Y/N said. Lucifer leaned in and stole a soft but passionate kiss.

“Happy anniversary love,” He said.

‘Happy anniversary Lucifer.”

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Wealth born idol -Mark Tuan

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I really need post more things about Paintless and Wrong >.> i have so many ideas, but i never draw ;u;

BUT THIS TIMEI DID IT

This is something like, Paintless being a babysit and taking care of Lux…

And the things go really bad >.>


Paintless belongs to me :3

Lux and Cross belongs to @jakei95

Calfreezy imagine - Halloween SMUT

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

I looked up into the mirror to see Cal. He had appeared at the door frame, his eyes running up and down my body questionably as I leaned over the sink to finish off my makeup. I turned my head to face him.

“You don’t like it?”

With a shrug, he moved closer. “Oh no, I like it.”

His fingertips were cold and light as he gently brushed the back of my thigh.

“I just like it a lot. Like, a lot. Enough to make me feel kind of jealous of all the people who are gonna see you in that all night.”

“You’ll be one of those people too, Cal,” reassuring him I ran a false nail up his chest, turning around entirely to face him now. The boy towered over me. I lifted myself slightly up onto the sink, hoping to be eye level with him.

“I’d rather be the only person.”

“So what are you saying?” I questioned as he moved closer to me, his breath tickling my skin when he began to place gentle kisses along my neck.

“Cal,” I groaned, pressing against his chest. “We can’t blow this off, we promised the others.”

He chose not to respond, only grabbing me harder when I tried to push him off. As his teeth grazed the joint between my neck and my shoulder I let my head lull back. If this was a challenge, I was definitely losing.

“Cal,”

“Groaning my name doesn’t help your case, Y/n.”

He placed both his hands on my thighs and suddenly, the contact was gone from my neck, his lips withdrawn. As I contemplated whether or not he had changed his mind - and whether or not I was okay with that - he spread my thighs, dropping to his knees.

“Underwear. Take them off.”

“Seriously?” The disbelief was clear in my voice. “In here? Cal, this isn’t our own bathroom, it’s a hotel, you don’t know who’s been in here-”

“Take them off or I’ll do it with my teeth.”

Hiding a smirk I shut my legs.

“I dare you.”

For a moment he didn’t say anything. He remained in his position on the floor; sitting on his heels, grey eyes glistening as they looked up at me. Then suddenly, he stood. Turning, he left the bathroom, and a sense of curiousity and almost deflatedness overwhelmed me. All until I heard his voice.

“Hey, Lux, sorry to do this but it’s not looking like me and Y/n are gonna make it tonight you know. The traffic is mad and she’s not feeling too well either. Sorry bro.”

As he proceeded with some small talk, my jaw dropped. I was pissed - and when he returned to the bathroom with a cocky smirk, locking the door behind him, I had every intention of telling him so.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” I yelled, jumping down off of the sink and stepping closer to him.

“You will really regret it if you start raising your voice at me Y/n, I promise.”

He placed a hand on the marble behind me, trapping me, before leaning into my neck and continuing the trail of kisses, only much more agressively this time. I leaned against the surface for support.

“Fuck you’re infuriating”

“Oh so are you Y/n. You’re a challenge. I don’t like challenges.”

“So accept defeat and let’s go to the fucking party,” I hissed back, turning my head away from him.

In retrospect I had no desire to go to the party anymore. I wanted him. But I hated admitting defeat, and so I’d continue to be difficult. Cal seemed to have caught onto this as he removed his lips from my neck once more and repositioned them at my ear.

“You know, Y/n. You can pretend you want to go to that party all you want. If you really want to, we’ll go. We can call an uber now and I’ll text Cal that you feel better.” As he spoke his hand moved over my thighs, slowly and painfully undoing my suspenders, letting my stockings loosen. “Or. You can stop being a brat, spread your pretty little legs and let me finger fuck you in this bathroom.”

My face heated. After all these months I still was not used to Cal’s dirty mouth.

“You know you could have just been a good girl and let me eat your pussy in peace, but you wanted to be difficult. Now it’s taking all I have not to turn you around, bend you over and fuck you in front of this mirror. Let me show you how bad girls deserve to be treated.”

Although I wanted to bite back, I couldn’t find the words.

“You’re acting shy now?” He asked, taking a strand of my hair and twirling it in his fingers. “Shy girls don’t get let off, Y/n.”

Suddenly, getting my way wasn’t the most important priority to me anymore. I pressed my lips to Cal’s hungrily and he stumbled. Quickly he found his balance and placed a hand under my thighs, lifting me onto the sink, his other hand tightening it’s grip round my throat.

As our lips swelled and bruised from all the bites and swirls of tongues he withdrew from the kiss, instead moving back down to my thighs. He parted them swiftly before he began nibbling and kissing between them, moving closer and closer to where I needed him most.

“Cal, please,” I whimpered and surprisingly he obliged. Within seconds his teeth were round the band of my underwear, dragging them down my legs and discarding them to the floor.

“Open them baby.”

Finally he pressed his tongue to me, moving in rapid, deep movements. Borderline screams left my mouth as he grabbed onto me.

“Oh fuck. Holy fuck.”

His tongue swirled up and down my heat rapidly and I felt tingles right from my toes to my core. I groaned as he stood.

“Get down.”

“I don’t know if I can…” His arrogant smirk returned as I confessed. “I don’t think I can move.”

Pure confidence masked his face as he lifted me off of the side and turned me towards the mirror. I grimaced at the sight of myself, my hair wild and untamed, my makeup a blur around my face. Cal pushed me roughly over the sink, lifting my skirt to gather around my waist. As I let my eyes drift shut he pulled my hair.

“Nope, you’re gonna look at yourself. I want you to see the beauty that I get to see.”

I groaned, half at his words and half at the sensation as he pushed into me. There was no time to adjust before he began to slam into me, quick paced and heavy pounds, still holding onto my hair.

Our yells and groans filled the room as I grabbed desperately onto the surface in front of me. Everytime my head fell Cal tugged at my ponytail, forcing me to watch the scene unfolding in the mirror in front of me. As he repeatedly slammed into me I felt my legs begin to shake.

“Cal, I’m close,” I warned him and just in time I felt him release inside me. Our breaths filled the room.

“Still wanna go to the party, Y/n?”

Aching and tired, I shook my head, placing my arms round my boyfriend’s neck.

“No, not today.”

Choi Seunghyun -  “Can you guys just fuck already?”

@chanyeolspout​ asked: NEVER too early for TOP!!! So I’ll have him with “can you guys just fuck already?” I love you I’m happy you’re back get KakaoTalk so CL and I can fangirl over your beautiful self being back.

Warning: Contains smut, biting and control tendencies. If that is a trigger for you, please don’t read.


The jagged edge of his angled jaw felt sharp under your fingers as they caressed along it, his piercing gaze not leaving your eyes. Bravely, your shyness drowned in one too many shots of whatever expensive Japanese liquor you were being feed, you allow a brazen smirk to play across your lips in response. The flicker of his eyes to your mouth only causes it to grow, one side perking slightly higher than the other.

Your body shifts closer to his, breasts pressing heavily against his muscled bicep as your knee edges it’s way slightly over the expensive suit pants covering his thighs. Silently you thank the choice of restaurant, a traditional Japanese one, for it’s lack of chairs allowing you to move this close to him. His lips grin deeper, and he bows low to whisper something carefully into your ear, humid breath caressing against it’s shell.

‘Another one?’ He questions with a gesture to the bottle on the crowded table, the smoothness of his low tone sending a shiver straight to your core. A hand comes to cup against the one you were using to explore his jaw, which he pulls away quickly before spreading the palm open, drawing it to his lips for a quiet kiss.

Your shoulders shrug, uncommitted as his smile broadens and his pouty mouth rubs against the flesh of your palm again before he licks a strip down your inner wrist. Tiny pinpricks of  pleasure shoot through your skin at the contact, only fueling the fire that was burning wildly inside you.

You don’t know how this had happened. You don’t know how the supposed plan has gone awry, or how Seunghyun had found you so irresistibly attractive that he’d been willing to sabotage it so easily. You don’t even know why he’d barely been able to look anywhere else but at your cleavage the whole night. As far as you were concerned, you were in the swanky private room of the restaurant as part of a ploy to set you up with someone other than Seunghyun. It had been Jiyong who’d been the apparent intended target - a blind date arranged by a friend and casual in theory. When you’d shown up to the address, however, it had been a different story. The two men, both impeccably dressed in suits, had begun vying for your attention. Seunghyun’s chiseled jaw, his stony gaze and fresh dewy skin had you stunned from first glance, making it obvious within the first few minutes who had the upper hand. It was game over for Jiyong before he’d even poured the first shot with his delicately long fingers.

‘Jesus…,’ Jiyong lets out a slow sigh, reminding you of his presence in the room. ‘Why am I even still here? You’ve clearly won.’ His voice is curt, his position from across the table isolating him from the intimacy of Seunghyun’s touches on your body, and yours on his. It was obvious Jiyong’s comment was directed at Seunghyun, but if it wasn’t for the alcohol that Seunghyun had kept pouring making your head spin you’d probably have paid more attention to it. You would have realized that you were part of something bigger between the two. But honestly, even if you weren’t drunk you don’t know if you would have cared. Seunghyun was intoxication enough.

‘You tell me…’ Seunghyun chuckles, his gaze coming to rest on the upset face of Jiyong, the smirk he’d given you hardening and becoming more sinister.

‘Can you guys just fuck already?’ Jiyong spits nastily, his anger at having lost whatever game they were playing evident as he draws himself up already. ‘I’m done with this. It’s fucking stupid.’

‘Have fun with the ratty club hoes at Cake Shop, my friend.’ Seunghyun’s sentence is punctuated with a chuckle, his eyes leaving you again to watch as Jiyong stands, pushing himself up from the low, non-existent seating of the floor. Before you can even spare a goodbye he is out the door, the sting of his defeat too much for him to bare.

‘Was this some weird game both of you had going on?’ You question, unable to ignore the obviousness any longer.

‘A bet.,’ Seunghyun admits without a hint of embarrassment, another kiss feathering across your wrist. ‘Fifty million weon to whoever you chose to stay longer with, two hundred million weon if said person manages to sleep with you.’ His mouth moves slowly, dotting kisses in a smooth line towards the joint of your elbow. Honestly, you should have felt embarrassed. You should have felt shame in being reduced to a silly little gamble between two friends. But the softness of Seunghyun’s touches had your core melting, and you couldn’t deny that the idea you were a valued prize between the two men was only fueling the heat in the pit of your stomach.

‘I’m only worth 200 million?,’ You pout, playing coy as you attempt to tug your wrist away from him. ‘I’m disappointed.’ His hand grips tightly against your skin, fingernails puckering hard red dents into the flesh as a flash of annoyance appears in his eyes. Your heart flicks a beat of panic before he eases off, and you pout down at him with furrowed eyebrows.

‘I’m not submissive. Not in the least. If this is going to happen, you need to know I don’t play like that.,’ His voice has dropped lower than before, an edge of seriousness crisp in his words. ‘If you want his to happen, you have to submit to me. I guarantee it will be worth your while.’

Suddenly, it was all too overwhelming. His cute flirtatiousness had nose dived, and you were unsure of what you had gotten yourself into. Hiding under his lustful exterior was a dominant big bad wolf - one you had no idea how far would take it.

‘So, you’re saying I just have to sit back and take whatever you throw at me?,’ Your arm tugs away from his, snapping from his hold on your wrist with a sharp jerk. ‘And I’m meant to sit here with a smile while you get 200 million weon out of it? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?’

‘It’s not like that at all. I won’t take it easy on you. I’ll be rough. But if you don’t like something I’m doing, I’ll stop. It has to be consensual.,’ He responds. ‘But trust me, you’ll be smiling through it all. I guarantee.’ His confidence has you believing every word almost immediately.

‘And I’m meant to ignore the fact this is all a game for you? A silly bet with a friend?’ You question, still confused.

‘Would you have said no if you didn’t know about the bet?,’ He counters, an eyebrow raising curiously. ‘The only reason Jiyong mentioned it was because he didn’t want me to win. It’s a tactic. He’s sneaky like that. But I was honest, wasn’t I? I’m not holding anything back, all my cards are on the table.’

He had a point. If you’d never known, you’d still be wowed by his irresistible charm, legs pressing together in a desperate attempt to sate the desire he was making you feel between your legs. Surprisingly, the development of his dangerous edge was not off putting - his honesty in his intentions was refreshing. Most men didn’t make themselves so clear.

‘And we’re doing it here?’ You question again.

‘You’re overthinking it.,’ His silken pink lips turn upwards into a smile. ‘Let’s just play for a little bit. No one will come in. I promise. If you want to stop, tell me.’ He leans forward, palm returning to grip your wrist with a mild force, head tilting towards yours for a full kiss. His mouth opens, free hand reaching to cup your chin and draw you towards him. In a second, his tongue is looping around yours, nails drawing a sharp sting against your face as he drags them towards your mouth. Oddly, the sensation coupled with the delicate emotion of the kiss has a deep groan clawing itself from your throat. It passes on to Seunghyun, and you feel his lips smile against yours.

‘Jesus…’ You say as you pull back, confused at the pleasure such a rough move had offered you.

‘I told you you’d like it.,’ Seunghyun chuckles, fingers gripping around your wrist again in a tight squeeze. ‘I can spot the ones who do a mile away. Even if there was no bet, we’d be exactly where we are right now.’ He releases your hand, a rough shove of your shoulder asking you to lay backwards. You comply immediately, body falling against the cushions on the tatami floor, arranged in a single row along the side of the low table.

Seunghyun is on top of you in seconds, pulling both hands above your head in a sharp twist, and pinning them down as he comes to hover over you. His lips press into you, teeth flashing a sharp bite into the flesh of your mouth. He works carefully to not break the skin, but the sting is still tart and causes your hips to jolt upwards towards him. Pulling away only briefly to relieve himself of the constraints of his suit jacket, the luxe material pulled off his broad shoulders and lost on the floor in a matter of seconds, he sets to work on your neck as one hand still pins your arms above your head.

His kisses are rough, sucking aches against your collarbone that you know will leave bruises in the morning. You don’t have time to think about it, though, because his flurried pace is contagious, and the frantic energy he has is seeping straight into your core. For the first time, his teeth graze against your skin in a deliberate prick and another moan slips from your mouth. Your breathing heavy, chest heaving, you don’t try to hide the pleasure he is giving you - each mark blossoming a sin against your skin you never knew before.

‘Shit…’ Is all you can manage, his heady movement rushing straight to the junction between your thighs. You’d never experienced anything that turned you on so quickly before. Your hip bones press up, and with a smirked laugh Seunghyun’s large hand presses them down towards the floor again.

‘Patience.,’ He coos softly. ‘Let me work on this pretty neck of yours first.’ The palm on your hip bone skips across your torso, the material of your dress hitching ever so slightly as it is dragged upwards. His fingers, long and slender, find their way to your collarbone, caressing gentle circles against the red patches already displaying themselves.

His tongue is on your throat in seconds, teeth soon following to nash against the flesh. A sharp gasp slips from you at a particularly rough bite, Seunghyun lifting his head to check in on you. Your lips form a pout, sadness peeking at the corners of your mouth due to the loss of contact.

‘Hmm?’ You protest wordlessly.

‘Too rough?,’ He questions. ‘I don’t want to put you off on your first time with me.’ You shake your head, cheeks puffing outwards.

‘No. I like it.’ You blink at him behind hooded eyelids, unaware of the effect it would have on him.

‘I told you I could pick it.,’ He chuckles, smile playing softly. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl respond like this, though. Now, let’s go.’ He pulls himself up, offering an arm to you. You take it, and in one swift tug he has yanked you upwards in a sharp jerk.

‘Where?’ You ask, confusion at the sudden change of plan.

‘Cake Shop. I’m feeling like I want to rub you in Jiyong’s face a little bit before I take you home.,’ Seunghyun’s voice is matter of fact. ‘That little shit was all talk this morning. I want him to see your neck and how you let me play with you, so he knows without a doubt what I am going to do to you tonight. God, he’ll be pissed he missed out on someone so into it.’  

You knew that your hair had fallen out from being rubbed against the tatami mat floor. You knew that your lipstick was half smeared across your face and your eyeliner was smudged due to the heated kisses Seunghyun had offered you. You even knew that the low cut neckline of your dress offered no coverage of the deep bruises he had sucked into your skin. But as he reached for his coat, and as he cast a questioning eye back your way after standing, hand out and offered to you, you knew there was no way you could deny him. 

Because a man like Seunghyun, who exuded such natural control, could get you to follow him anywhere. 

Fox!Lucifer (Lucifer Morningstar) & Reader Shipping Imagine

Gender neutral imagine. Chloe, Trixie, Ella, Linda, and Dan (However, he is mentioned) are not involved in this imagine for some reason. I have a weird obsession with the word ‘pretty’ when describing Lucifer. He’s honestly such a pretty boy, please excuse me. First time doing an imagine - hope y’all like it. I had fun with this.

Originally posted by black-little-demons

-He’s constantly flirting with you and trying to make you see how much you matter. You give him looks as if to say ‘stop’, but he doesn’t.

-You go on about how much of an asshole God is, in which Lucifer praises you and you two bitch about it together over a glass of scotch.

-You constantly tell him how pretty he is and he gets this stupidly wide smile and looks at the ground in embarrassment.

-He returns the favour and says stuff like, “At least Dad made one thing right”, “You know, if I wasn’t the Morningstar, you’d be the brightest light in the sky.”

-He’ll play you songs on his piano at Lux, and you’ll be a little shit and hit the keys every now and then to annoy him. He’ll bat your hand away and go, “Dammit, let me be romantic!”

-You have a slight wing!kink and you always ask him to 'whip 'em out’, in which he laughs and of course complies.

-You ask if you can touch his wings; he’s a little hesitant but agrees. You are entranced by the feeling of his feathers and you just preen the crap out of him. He never takes his eyes off of you and he makes little sounds of contentment and arousal. It becomes one of his favourite things and he often ‘whips ‘em out’ just for the sheer pleasure of seeing how excited you get and for the sensation he gets when you groom him. The look of lust in his eyes always pushes you over the edge and you have the best sex after you groom him.

-You get all cheesy and refer to him as your 'Light Bringer’, 'Heaven’s Prettiest Angel’, 'Hell’s Sassiest Devil’, etc. His smile drives you up the wall.

-He’s weirdly protective of you and when he knows you might be going somewhere risky, he enlists Maze or Amenadiel to follow you around. Of course, when you find out, you tell him that it’s not necessary. But he insists, so you make a deal that every time you catch one of his lackies, he has to make it up to you in a very 'special’ way…if you catch my drift.

-He’ll get you to see the 'majesty’ of life which is basically all the variations of drugs and sex and how they correlate with each other.

-He seems to know when you’re feeling extra low and shows up to your place with a plethora of junk food and movies and then you both point out continuity and production errors and how stupid the characters are, “Why is she running upstairs and not out of the house? No wonder she’s going to die.”

-You talk with Maze about how to enact the perfect revenge on your enemies, and you and Amenadiel have staring contests - Lucifer gets all huffy when he sees how emotionless you can be and whacks his brother on the back of the head for 'encouraging you’.

-Amenadiel sees how happy you make Lucifer and vows to always protect you. You’re somehow able to make him smile, which always astounds Lucifer and Mazikeen. Maze leans over to Lucifer, “I haven’t seen this much expression on Amenadiel’s face since I suggested that your Mom was hooking up with Dan.” Lucifer grimaces, “Oh, come now Maze. I don’t need that image re-inserted into my brain.”

-You cuddle; Lucifer is awkward about it at first because he’s not used to people wanting to be that intimate with him without sex.

-You put on a devil costume for Halloween and he just glares at you, “You know, that’s really insulting. I look nothing like that.” And you point at the horn headband on your head and reply with, “I think it’s accurate, you’re quite horny.” Laughter ensues from Lucifer and he takes off the horns and throws them away and goes, “I’ll show you horny, love.”

-You call him 'Luce’ or 'Luci’ to which he asks why you can’t say his whole name, and you say that you’re lazy, but it’s really because if you annoy him enough he’ll pounce and…boom boom boom boom.

-Maze teaches you martial arts; when you show up to the penthouse covered in bruises, Lucifer freaks out and demands to know who is responsible. You wave him off and he makes sure to kiss every single bruise…which of course leads to other things.

-He has an oral fixation, and absolutely love the way your mouth feels on him. Of course, he returns the favour and worships your sex with his mouth until you can’t walk the next day. You laugh at the phrase, “I don’t have sex with Satan, but he does do that thing I like with his tongue.”

-You ask to see his devil face. He is hesitant, thinking he’ll scare you away. You insist and he agrees. He turns away, shameful for the first time after seeing your eyes go a bit wide. You grab onto his face and kiss him, proclaiming that you will love him no matter what. Soft, sensual sex occurs shortly after.

-Angel sex drive. All the time. You’re frequently fatigued. Lucifer notices, “Do you want to stop?”
You appreciate the offer but always decline, “Never.”
“Are you sure—?”
“Lucifer, I swear to your Dad, if you stop I will smack you.”
In which an impish and mischievous grin sneaks across the devil’s face.

-Bad sexting. He speaks to you almost exclusively in emojis when he’s sexting. You need a decoder most of the time. He likes to send the eggplant emoji followed by the little evil grinning devil emoji. The line-up doesn’t really make sense and you usually end up calling him and asking what the heck he’s trying to say. He comes over and shows you instead. Which is obviously much better. You eventually catch onto his emojis, but you prefer to pretend to be confused so he’ll ‘show’ you what he means.

-Lucifer teases you all the time, which results in you being in heat every time you see him. He whispers naughty things into your ear. His hand on your inner thigh under the table. Even going so far as to caress you through your pants. You have to excuse yourself, and you drag him away and fuck his brains out.

-You catch yourself when you say ‘oh my god’, by covering your mouth with your hand and apologizing. Lucifer smirks, “You know, I’m going to have to punish you for that.” “Bring it on.” Kinky sex ensues.

-When you’re out shopping, the cashier asks you if you’d like to donate a dollar to a charity. You agree but ask if you can donate five dollars instead. Lucifer smiles sideways at you, you do this every time and you don’t make a lot of money. He thinks it’s admirable and donates too.

-You’re completely mesmerized by him in every way and he catches you staring at him all the time. “I can feel your eyes on me, love.” “I can’t help it, you’re so pretty.” “Pretty?” “Yes, the prettiest angel in heaven.” Lucifer blushes like an idiot and his wings pop out as a result.

-He’s bloody obsessed with you in general and showers you with affection and presents. “Lucifer, stop buying me things.” “Doubtful, love.”

Lucifer Headcanon

The reason why Lux has had an operating loss for the last 5 years (at $20 an appletini) is because Lucifer pays the staff well above minimum wage. He doesn’t want any of his staff to unnecessarily suffer so he gives all of them a decent living wage (and plus some). After all, he has the money to maintain Lux through his personal funds and is willing to take the loss of profits. Because we all know the Devil is a big softy 

Personal headcanon- because while the books at Lux are clean, they don’t explain why there is an operating loss over 5 years. 

  • Anakin: Ahsoka! Why are you sequestered by this old holoprojector?

  • Ahsoka: I’m avoiding Lux and his truth bombs...he keeps saying he wants to talk to me. I’m afraid he’s gonna tell me he loves me or propose marriage or something.

  • Anakin: Oh my god. That makes me kind of want to cry.

  • Ahsoka: He dove in front of those lasers- for me. I can’t be mean to him. I watched him make caf for 28 minutes this morning. But I also can’t lead him on.

  • Anakin: Obi-Wan told me not to let him get hurt tonight, so I’ll keep him away from you.
  • ...
  • 
Lux: Have you seen Ahsoka?

  • Anakin: Ahsoka died eight years ago.