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Could you share Lucifer x Reader hc for when reader is is on their period ?

period comfort ☄︎₊˚⊹☆

summary: Lucifer comforting reader on their period!

warnings: mentions of nausea, blood (obviously), and crying, reader is implied to be fem

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long to write, i've been busy with choir and theater stuff!

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on or off of the taglist!) @o-kye @zuuriell @strangleetomz@ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective@blu3-lemonad3@myheartticks@mochamuff1n@unbeleevable@danvstheworld @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @average-vibe @back-totheoldhouse @prettysinners

i feel like if you told him that you got it, he'd know what it is but not completely understand what it is, and by this i mean he doesn't understand why sinners still get periods if they can't have kids

^^ "That's just unfair, making women miserable once a month when they can't even have kids."

if it happened on accident, like you got blood on the sheets, he isn't mad at all! he's a bit surprised, but it's nothing bad! he just washes the sheets, gives you one of his shirts, kisses away your tears ("Shh, there's no need to cry, I'm not angry") and tells you to come cuddle with him :)

this man is a living hot water bottle, and you canNOT convince me otherwise. he will happily lay his head on your stomach (as long as you're comfortable with it) and take a nap <3

i kinda feel like at the start of your relationship he'd be the kind of boyfriend to text you asking "okay i'm at the store what size are you?" because he has no idea what the labels and numbers on pad and tampon boxes are lol

he's also buying you an excessive amount of chocolate and snacks, even though you told him that your period doesn't last two weeks (which is how long it would probably take to eat all the stuff he got you)

^^ "I just want to be prepared, darling! What if I didn't buy you enough and you didn't have anything when your period hits next time?"

adding on to him not fully understanding how menstrual products work, i kinda think he'd ask how a tampon works (if you used them) because he's a bit confused

^^ "Wait, it doesn't hurt? How are you not supposed to feel it?"

same thing goes with pads

^^ "So there are wings on it...can they...fly? Oh, okay, you use them to keep the pad in place, gotcha."

Feed me mother 😼

(perhaps a few tickles or maybe not :3)

baby, it's cold outside *ੈ🎄✩‧₊

summary: your first night at Sirius's house during the holiday season <3

a/n: this is the first story for ficmas!! woohoo!! also thank you to my platonic wife @justzoeee for requesting this 🫶 (also here's the recipe to the cookies that the reader and Sirius make if anyone wants them, the only change is that they use the green and red M&Ms)

tags: @back-totheoldhouse @daemontargaryennn @o-kye @unbeleevable @mochamuff1n @prettysinners (this is me just guessing who would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be removed/added from the taglist!!)

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warnings: reader's nervous, modern au (not a warning but a heads up), mentions of reader's family not being the best

You quickly walked up the stairs to Sirius's apartment level (why didn't they have a working elevator in the building?), your teeth chattering from the cold; if it was going to be so cold outside, why wasn't there at least snow?

You blew hot air into your clasped palms before knocking on the door. His festive wreath was on his door, completed with small jingle bells, pinecones, and a large red bow.

The door creaked open to reveal a beaming Sirius dressed in a Christmas sweater, joggers, and a mug of hot cocoa in his hand.

"Doll! Come in, come in," he ushered you inside, "you must be freezing." He set his mug down on the coffee table in front of the sofa before helping you take off your winter coat and scarf. "You look so cute bundled up like that, baby," he teased. He cupped your cheeks in his warm hands before wincing. "Merlin, baby, you're ice cold. You want hot cocoa?"

"Yes, please," you smiled. "And I was thinking..." You slid your hands on top of his. "We should bake cookies."

"I'm one step ahead of you," Sirius snapped his fingers and pulled you to the kitchen. On the counter were assorted ingredients for baking—flour, sugar, the likes of it—and an extra mug put to the side next to a packet of instant hot cocoa.

"Funny how you prepped all of this knowing that all you're going to do is eat the batter and look pretty," you teased, getting a bowl from the cupboard and organizing the ingredients in a more tidy manner.

"Is there something wrong with looking pretty, babe?" Sirius laughed, sitting in an empty space on the counter near you. "And I help with baking! I got the ingredients for you, didn't I?"

"Siri, you grabbed bread flour," you giggled, "and by the looks of what you're trying to make," you motioned at the open recipe on his phone, "you need brown sugar, not white." You grabbed what was needed from his cupboards and started adding ingredients, Sirius handing you what was needed.

"Sirius, stop eating the M&Ms!" you laughed, catching Sirius taking handfuls out of the bag. He smiled sheepishly and put the rest of the handful into the batter.

"Now I'll taste extra sweet when you kiss me," he teased, poking your side.

"I think you'll still taste like steamed cabbage," you playfully retorted.

Your head was resting on Sirius's lap as you were slowly dozing off, his fingers gently massaging your head. Home Alone was playing in the background.

"You awake, love?" Sirius chuckled quietly. "Maybe we should get you to bed."

"I should be heading home soon," you yawned. "It's getting late."

"Nooo," he whined playfully. "Baby, it's cold outside and you're tired."

"I don't want to bother you," you said nervously, looking up at him.

"You're not a bother," he shook his head. "What is a bother is the fact that you're not asleep right now in my pajamas in my bed."

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you asked, sitting up a little to rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'll probably call in sick," he shrugged a shoulder. "It's too cold to drive anywhere."

"Are you sure I won't bother you?" you pressed.

"100%," he grinned. He lifted you up into a bridal style like it was nothing. "C'mon, let's get you to bed. I have tons of stuff planned for us tomorrow."

"Like what?" you asked, laughing when he dramatically dropped you on the bed and tossed his warm hoodie and pajama pants on your head.

"Decorating the tree, ice skating, making a gingerbread house..." he listed off.

"You sure we can do all of that in one day?" you chuckled, slipping off your clothes and sliding into his.

"If we can't, then I guess you'll have to keep coming over," he sighed in faux disappointment. "Such a shame. And you might even have to stay for Christmas."

"A tragedy indeed," you giggled, tucking yourself in under the covers and curling up next to Sirius.

"Do you want to stay for Christmas?" he asked softly. "We can bring some of your stuff over so that you can stay."

"Better than spending Christmas with my family," you sighed. "Staying with you's better than listening to my relatives tell me about how I'm a failure in life."

"Well, they can kiss my ass," Sirius teased. "I'm stealing you away and they can't do shit."

y'all ever look at a Wilbur or Lovejoy tiktok or a fan tiktok & just get really sad because you miss when you thought he was this sweet fun British guy & you miss when you were able to not be disgusted by his music or is it just me?

i miss the feeling of wishing to go to a lvjy concert & being excited when Wilbur or Lvjy drops a new song. i miss being sad &/or bored & going to Wilbur's old vods to make me feel better. i miss being excited to watch Sorry Boys videos because there was going to be a new Bursona. i miss being excited to see Wilbur in any of Tommy's vlogs. i miss wanting Wilbur & Lovejoy merch. i miss dreaming about screaming the lyrics to Perfume, or The Fall, or It's Golden Hour Somewhere, or any Lovejoy song. i miss crying to Mammalian Sighing Reflex. i miss being excited whenever i heard Wilbur or Lovejoy songs in public. i miss being proud of Lovejoy whenever something good happened to them. i miss talking to my moots about Wilbur & Lovejoy. i miss being excited to write Wilbur fics.

i wish he was one of the good ones.

he's a rapist

he's an abuser

he's a fucking criminal

he's a manipulator

he's hurt multiple people

this post was made by Wilbur Soot on Twitter regarding the Shubble abuse situation.

& I've never been more devastated.

this was somebody i thought was a good person. this was somebody i looked up to. this was somebody i aspired to be. this was somebody i was going to follow the footsteps of. this was somebody who inspired me to write more.

& he's a fucking abuser.

this isn't an apology, it's an emotionless, selfish list of excuses.

"I thought it was playful, consensual, & enjoyed" you bit harder when she said the safe word. She asked you to stop, & you didn't.

he made this about himself.

i'll be taking this account into serious consideration, but it's pretty much guaranteed that I won't be writing about him anymore. However, I may still do covers of his songs, since I am a believer of "separating the art from the artist".