#soft lucifer

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He Kissed the Nightmares Away Lucifer x F!Reader Smut

CW: stalking, domestic abuse / abusive relationship, kidnapping / captivity, violence, trauma & PTSD themes, explicit sexual content / smut, emotional vulnerability

Word Count: ~3.5k

𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎

𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎

The Hazbin Hotel never fully slept.

Somewhere downstairs, Angel Dust was laughing at his own bad joke. Husk was clinking glasses behind the bar. The old building creaked and sighed, as if it had a story of its own it told at night.

Y/N's room was in the east wing, second floor, door with the golden frame. Charlie had shown her the room personally, proud and beaming. Y/N had closed the door behind her and, for the first time in a very long time, leaned against a wall that had no chains.

That had been three weeks ago. After her death.

Tonight she sat upright in her bed and trembled. Cried out.

She didn't hear Lucifer coming.

Y/N never heard anyone coming – that was the problem, that had always been the problem – and when quiet knuckles rapped against her doorframe, she startled so hard she nearly fell off the bed.

"Hey. Hey, it's me." The voice was calm. Familiar.

The two of them had become close quickly. Y/N loved his positive energy, the way he made everything smaller, and how different he was from the man who had brought her here.

Y/N needed two breaths to recognize the walls of the hotel room for what they were – and not for what she knew.

"...Lucifer," she gasped.

"The one and only." A brief pause. "Can I come in?"

She swallowed. "Yes."

Lucifer opened the door slowly – deliberately slowly – and stepped inside. He was wearing his pink sweater, the little yellow rubber ducks still clinging to him from static. One of those rubber ducks was stuck to him like an improvised brooch. His hair was slightly dishevelled, as if he'd just been asleep himself.

"I heard something," Lucifer began carefully. No accusation. Just a statement. He tapped the wall. "The building carries sounds in a funny way. I'm three rooms down."

His smile was so open and warm.

Y/N opened her mouth.

"You don't have to say anything," he interrupted gently, settling into the chair beside her bed – the chair that was there because Vaggie sometimes came by in the evenings and waited for her to talk. "I'll just... sit here."

Lucifer placed his hands in his lap and looked at her.

In his golden eyes there was nothing but quiet, patient attention.

And Y/N, who hadn't said a word to anyone in three weeks, who had learned how to listen for doors and count footsteps, who had divided silence into harmless and not harmless – opened her mouth.

"I want to tell you something," she said. "When you hear it... you might see me differently."

"Unlikely," Lucifer waved off.

"Just listen first."

He nodded and waited.

Y/N sat up properly and began to speak.

"It started with him sending me flowers."

Her voice was flat. Matter-of-fact. The only way she could get through this part.

"Anonymous, at first. Every morning in front of my apartment door. I thought it was romantic. Then came letters – he knew my name, my address, my commute. Then photos." She paused. "Photos of me. Taken through my kitchen window. Through my car windshield. On the street, from behind – he must have been right behind me."

Lucifer said nothing. His face was very still.

"I went to the police. They... well." A small, bitter twist of her mouth. "He was charming. He seemed normal. And I couldn't prove anything." She breathed in. "Then I met him for the first time. He was just standing in my apartment. Door locked, no break-in, no trace. He sat on my sofa and smiled at me, said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen."

Her breath grew shorter.

"I told him to leave. He left. But the next morning my cat was gone." She swallowed. "I never found her."

The room was very still.

"Then came the threats. Against friends, against my sister. I isolated myself – from everyone – to protect them. Which was exactly what he wanted. He knew exactly what he was doing." She rubbed her wrist, unconsciously. Tears formed in her eyes. "The first time he hit me, he spent three hours apologizing afterward. He cried. Said he couldn't live without me. That I was the only thing he'd ever loved. That he'd kill himself if I left." She laughed once, quietly – a sound without any warmth. "I was stupid enough to believe him back then."

The chair under Lucifer creaked softly.

"I fought back," she said, and there was something hard in her voice. Something that had survived. "Every time. I never just held still. I screamed, I bit, I ran. Once I broke his arm with an umbrella." A short pause. "He broke both my wrists after that. But I broke his arm."

She stared at her hands.

"One evening – it was autumn, raining – I was coming home late. Country road, hardly any light. A deer ran onto the road." Her voice grew quieter. "I swerved. The car rolled. I only remember glass. Silence. And then..." She closed her eyes. "Then nothing."

A very long pause. Y/N trembled all over.

"When I woke up... it was dark." Her voice dropped below a whisper. "I smelled concrete. Damp earth. My wrists... I couldn't move them. Chains. Real chains, attached to a ring in the wall." She swallowed audibly. "At first I didn't understand what had happened. I called out. Nobody answered. Then I screamed. That's when he came."

The room felt smaller. Colder.

"He had found me. Unconscious on the roadside. He hadn't called emergency services." Her voice was almost without tone now. "He had put me in his trunk."

A crack. Somewhere in the room, as if wood was splintering.

"I don't know how long I was down there. He took away my sense of time – no light, no clocks, those injections again and again that made me fall asleep. I'd wake up, fall back asleep, wake up. Sometimes he was there when I woke. Sometimes not." She pulled her knees to her chest. "When he was in a good mood, he'd sit beside me and stroke my face. Tell me about the life we'd have together. House on the beach. Caribbean. Lovebirds above us." Her voice almost broke. "He'd whisper in my ear how much he loved me. How beautiful I was. How no one would ever love me the way he did."

She heard Lucifer's breath. Very controlled.

"And then he'd turn around."

Silence.

"Then I was a worthless slut who cost him money. Who didn't deserve his concern. Who was ungrateful, who didn't love him, who—" Her voice trembled. "He hit me in the face while telling me he did it because he loved me. Then he cried. Held me and told me he'd never stop. Never. That he'd hunt me, torture me, own me, until I loved him." She exhaled shakily. "That's the last thing I remember. Him holding me, and me having stopped fighting back. Not because I didn't want to. But because I... couldn't anymore."

A pause.

"Then I woke up here."

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The room was completely silent for minutes.

Y/N looked up.

Lucifer was no longer sitting in the chair.

He stood. In the middle of the room, perfectly straight, both hands balled into fists, and he didn't look like a man someone had told a bad joke to. He didn't look like someone who was about to say something sarcastic.

More like the thing he truly was. The King of Hell.

The neon lights of Hell made his shadow fall long across the floor. In his eyes there was no gold left. Only fire. Old, quiet, absolute fire.

"His name." It didn't sound like a question. It sounded like a verdict that had already been delivered. "Tell me his name." His voice was calm, far too calm, and the aggression in it crackled in the air.

"Lucifer—" Y/N faltered.

"His. Name." Each word separate. Each word like a death sentence. Lucifer stepped toward the door, as if he'd walk straight through the wall, through Hell, through everything between him and that person. "He's breathing. Right now. While you sit here, that—"

"Please." Y/N pleaded.

One single word.

Lucifer stopped.

Immediately. Completely. As if someone had pressed pause on the world.

The silence was different from before. No explosion building up. Just silence.

Slowly – very slowly – he turned around.

Y/N still had her knees pulled to her chest. Her eyes were wet. She hadn't noticed when that had happened.

"Please," she said again. "Sit back down. Stay with me."

The King looked at her. The anger was still there – it would never fully leave, she could see that – but beneath it was something else. Something that was costing him more than the anger.

He came back.

Settled beside her on the edge of the bed. Head bowed, hands folded, and said nothing for a long time.

Until the words fell: "He brought you here."

Not a question. A fact.

"Maybe," said Y/N. "Probably. The end is blurry."

A long moment.

"You said you always fought back."

"Yes."

"Good." His voice was very quiet. Dangerously quiet, but not aimed at her. "That's good. That shouldn't be forgotten."

Y/N blinked. A tear ran down her cheek, she barely noticed.

Lucifer raised his eyes – and when he saw her, the trembling, the wet eyes, the hands still clutching the sheets – something slid off his face that had no name. No mask. No control. Just him.

"Come here," Lucifer said quietly, and opened his arms.

Y/N moved before she could think about it – leaned into him, and he closed his arm around her, pulled her to his side. Her head landed on his shoulder. He smelled of caramel. The pink sweater was soft and warm. Y/N felt protected immediately, leaned into the warmth. Lucifer held her tightly.

Her fingers found the fabric of his sweater.

Closed around it. Cramped, trembling, as if they wanted to make sure – He is real. This is real.

Lucifer's hand rose slowly to her hair.

One stroke. From the crown downward, very slowly. Careful, as if she were something that mustn't be startled. Again and again, until the trembling in her shoulders eased, until her breath became more even, the hand holding his sweater loosening just a little without letting go.

"He's not here," Lucifer murmured. "No chains. No injections. No basements." His hand swept her hair back, tucked a loose strand behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her cheek – a touch so light it was almost nothing.

Almost.

Y/N lifted her head.

Lucifer looked down at her. From this closeness he found her even more beautiful than usual, and Y/N lost herself in his golden-red eyes. The air between them changed. Not suddenly. Slowly, like temperature. Like something that had been there for a while and was now finally stopping to hide.

Her hand loosened from the sweater. Laid itself flat against his chest instead.

Lucifer looked at her hand. Then back at her face. Somewhere in his gaze was a question – may I? – as clearly as if he'd spoken it aloud.

Y/N rose toward him.

He came toward her.

The kiss was quiet. Almost questioning – as if both were waiting for something to interrupt. Nothing interrupted. His hand was still in her hair. The other found her waist, light, without demand. Y/N breathed in and kissed him back. For one very long moment the world was small and warm.

When they parted, his face was a few centimetres from hers. His thumb wiped away a last tear she hadn't noticed.

Lucifer allowed himself a second. Two.

Then a slow, unveiled smile crossed his face. A tender, loving smile that said I'm here, from now on everything will be alright.

"You know," he murmured, his voice dark and quiet as deep water, "I could make you forget him."

She looked at him. Waited.

"Completely." His thumb stroked her cheek, deliberately slow. "Every thought. Every memory of his face, his voice, his name."

A pause.

His golden eyes rested on her, calm, dark, and completely focused on her.

"I know better things for you to remember."

Y/N's breath caught. Her lips twitched – not quite a smile, but close.

"Please," she breathed.

Something in his gaze changed. The smile didn't disappear – it became quieter. More focused. Like a flame that has stopped flickering because it finally has enough oxygen.

Lucifer tilted his head.

His lips found her cheek – a single, deliberate kiss, barely more than a breath. Then her temple. Then he moved slowly, with full intent, along her jawline. No rushing. No hesitation. As if he had all the time in eternity, and as if he had decided to spend it exactly here.

Y/N held her breath.

His mouth reached her neck.

No bite. No pressure. Just the barely-there contact of his lips against her skin – so soft it grazed the border of a tickle, and yet it let a warmth arise that spread deep and slowly, like ink in warm water. Lucifer kissed once. Twice. One spot, then another. Always with that same alarming patience, as if he had decided to learn every centimetre.

A soft sound escaped her, involuntarily.

She felt his mouth curve briefly into a smile.

Her hand, which had lain on his chest, slid slowly upward, over his collarbone, and her fingers found themselves in his hair without her having consciously decided to put them there.

Lucifer lifted his head.

Looked at her – that one, quiet moment. A silent question. Good?

She didn't answer with words.

Her hand in his hair drew him gently back toward her. He let it happen, let himself be guided, and this time their lips met – it was no longer the careful, questioning kiss from before. This was slow and deep and had a weight that made both of them sink.

His hands found her waist.

Just there at first, resting, warm through the thin fabric. Then he began to move. Slowly, with the same care as his lips. Over her sides, the curve of her ribs, her shoulder blades. Every movement deliberate. Warm. As if he were mapping something he didn't want to forget.

She shuddered, though she wasn't cold.

"Lucifer," she whispered into his mouth.

"Mm." Not a complete word.

Lucifer laid Y/N back.

Gently. Her shoulders found the pillow. He leaned over her – held himself on one arm, looked at Y/N for a moment simply.

Then he lowered himself. His lips found her forehead.

A kiss that demanded nothing. That was simply there.

"You don't have to do anything," he murmured against her skin. "Just be here."

Y/N closed her eyes.

Let her shoulders drop. Let the last tension give way.

Lucifer gently helped her out of the top. No rush. No demand. When he saw her shy gesture, the instinct to cover herself, he laid both hands calmly around her arms and waited until she looked at him.

"It's alright," he said quietly. No flattery. No smile with it. Just the truth, set down like a fact. "You're beautiful."

Then he started over from the beginning.

Y/N now lay with her upper body exposed before him, shyly covering her breasts.

Lucifer gently reached for her arms. “It's okay. You're beautiful.”

His lips began to wander. Her temple. Her cheekbones. The spot below her ear, where she involuntarily sucked in air. Lucifer lingered there, kissing the same spot again until her hands dug into his hair once more.

“That's on purpose,” she whispered.

“Completely,” he confirmed.

Her neck, one side, the middle, the other side—he didn't leave a spot untouched. There was no rush. His lips found her pulse and paused there. For a long moment. A single kiss as light as breath.

Her heartbeat answered him, faster than she would have liked.

His hands moved further down, playing with the drawstring of her pajama pants.

“Lucifer—”

“I'm not done yet.”

Y/N laughed. A genuine laugh, short and quiet.

He kissed her collarbone.

One, then the other, the path between them, as if that too were a decision. One hand wandered cautiously back up, cupping one of her breasts.

He knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers massaged her nipple.

Y/N's fingers found his neck and held on tight.

Lucifer carefully lay down between her legs. Y/N felt his hardness.

A blush spread across her face. And now Y/N finally forgot the guy in her head, because the man she loved was aroused. Because of her.

Y/N gasped softly. Lucifer grinned, rubbed himself lightly against her, kissed her lips.

Y/N gently clawed at Lucifer's back, showing him that she needed more.

He understood immediately, moved his kisses further down, bit the zipper of her pants. Lucifer looked directly into Y/N's eyes. She quickly looked away.

Grinning, Lucifer took off his sweater. He leaned over Y/N again.

“I'll send you to heaven. Protect you,” he whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

His hands moved down, pulling off her pants. Then one of his fingers found her hot, wet center. He massaged her clitoris through her panties.

Y/N gasped, squinting her eyes. Lucifer twitched with excitement, continuing to massage her, kissing her breasts.

Y/N moaned softly beneath him, enjoying the moment. Until Lucifer paused briefly, just to push her panties aside and touch her properly.

Again and again, his finger circled her clitoris, sending electric shocks through Y/N's body.

A finger slid over her folds, and Y/N wanted Lucifer to penetrate her so badly. At the thought, he did it, gently entering her. Then he withdrew from her.

Disappointed, Y/N gasped and looked at him. But Lucifer just grinned and repositioned his hand. Two of his fingers slid into her, hitting her G-spot directly, and his thumb massaged her clitoris.

Y/N immediately moaned, pressing her hips against him. Lucifer kissed her gently to muffle her sounds.

One of his free hands remained down, pressing on her uterus from the outside, bringing her G-spot closer to his fingers and making the sensation even more intense.

Y/N began to tremble. Her body was no longer in control and moved against his movements. Her fingers clawed into the bed.

It was pure ecstasy. The feeling of thousands of electric fireworks inside her, pleasuring her.

It drained her energy. Lucifer noticed and let go of her, only to pleasure her with his mouth.

He gently pulled her panties off completely.

His long, narrow, agile tongue penetrated her. It licked every fold, every curve, and tasted her.

Y/N grabbed his hair and pulled Lucifer's face closer to her.

He loved it immediately, licking her more intensely, more wildly. Only to then wrap his tongue around her clitoris and mimic gentle thrusts with his finger.

“Fuck. Lu... I need all of you,” Y/N moaned.

Lucifer paused. Not only because she was so willing, but because Y/N had just called him by his nickname.

A pleasant tingling sensation spread through him.

The king moved away from her to pull down his pants. His boxers already had wet spots from his precum.

He freed himself from the painful tightness, only to hang completely naked over Y/N. She stared wide-eyed at his hard length.

Lucifer gently placed his fingers under her chin. “Don't worry, it will fit.”

Y/N nodded. Their lips met again and Lucifer slowly penetrated her with his tip.

Y/N moaned loudly into the kiss, tensing up from the new yet familiar feeling. Lucifer waited bit by bit for her to get used to him, then pushed further and further until he was completely inside her.

Both of their bodies were completely heated. They were almost trembling with excitement. They looked deeply into each other's eyes.

“Okay,” Y/N gasped, folding her hands together as if worshipping the fallen angel above her.

Lucifer gently enclosed her hands with his. “Hold on tight,” he whispered and began to move.

Gentle thrusts, again and again. Carefully, he found the rhythm that made Y/N see stars. Her hands found his back.

The heat rose steadily, the movements became faster. With each thrust, a new wave of warmth washed over Y/N.

Like a warm summer night, where fireworks were slowly lit, the pressure inside her grew steadily.

The knot in her abdomen tightened.

Y/N pulled Lucifer even closer with both legs, which intensified the thrusts.

She moaned loudly and let herself fall.

“Fuck, I'm... I'm coming,” she warned Lucifer.

This knowledge aroused him so much that he was also close to climaxing.

The movements became rougher, more imprecise.

The knot exploded and the tingling fireworks exploded throughout her entire body.

Lucifer came right after her as she tightened around him.

They both breathed loudly, looking into each other's eyes.

She laughed softly.

A genuine laugh—exhausted, warm, complete.

She lifted her head, looked at him, cupped his face with both hands like someone who wanted to make sure it was real.

He let her.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Lucifer opened his mouth—presumably for some quick-witted remark, some Lucifer comment that would lighten the mood again. But then he closed it again.

Instead, he pulled her closer to him.

“You're welcome, princess,” he murmured into her hair.

She snuggled closer and together they built a nest out of pillows and blankets—she with the many pillows, he with a superfluous third blanket that he pulled out of thin air with a gesture of magic, because he could.

Then, when everything was quiet and her breathing had slowed, he cleared his throat.

“Would it be...” A short pause. He looked to the side. “Would it be okay if I stayed here tonight? Just in case...” He fell silent. Tried again. “Purely as a precaution. In case you...”

“Lucifer.”

“Yes?”

“Yes. Please.”

He nodded once, very seriously, as if it had been a professional decision.

But when she closed her eyes, there was a smile on his face—the real, quiet one he rarely showed—and he left it there.

The little rubber duck on the floor looked up at the ceiling.

So did he.

Outside, all hell was breaking loose. Inside, Y/N slept, deeply and peacefully, without a single dream that could harm her.

No face. No name. No chains.

He had kissed them away. Every single one.

And the fallen morning star, king of hell and resident of a hotel full of sinners, held her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Perhaps it was.

End 𓆩❤︎𓆪

𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎

More Lucifer ?

Lucifer x Reader

The Potion Situation

In which Angel is trying to help by giving out a little potion…~

Two scenarios, one with Lucifer and one with Yandere Lucifer.

Non-con in yandere section

Excerpt:

His heart thundered in his chest as he eyed you. Button up blouse untucked, the first few top buttons undone to show a bit of your skin peeking out. Face slightly flushed as if you'd been at the bar only moments before. Face so very open, smiling sweetly, as if all your worries had been cast aside.

"Lucifer," you said his name like a sigh, and his fingers extended into claws, digging into the wood of the door as he did his best to suppress his emotions. An odd mix of excitement and worry building up within him as he took you in uncertainly.

"Songbird! What are you doing here?" He asked just a little too jovially, his anxiety making his normal confidence fly out the window as jitters set in. The soft sigh that left your lips and the way your eyes closed as if bliss had just washed over you had his back straightening instantly, a pleasant roll of desire tumbling through him. A fraction of a second later, his mind caught up to his body, and his eyes narrowed as he took you in more closely. Sure that something was off now.

"I'm here to see you, of course," you said, and the sweet, soft, assured way you said that had his heart fluttering wildly in his chest, and his cheeks heating. But his eyes scanned over your features carefully as his magic seeped out of him, curling around your form. Feeling for any disturbances.

"Is that so?" he said a little bit more confidently, as his worry replaced any anxiety he had originally felt at your sudden appearance. He was picking up subtle traces of magic, not your own lingering within your body. His brows pinched together in concern and anger, not sure who would dare to touch you with him so close.

"Mm-hmm," you hum almost drunkenly, leaning closer toward him as if drawn like a magnet, and his hands came out to steady you before you can tumble into him. His claws dissolved as he gently pulled you closer into the safety of his arms. Wrapping them around your form protectively. Relishing the feel of you against him, even if he was worried about your state. He slides his fingers under your chin and tilts it toward him. His eyes catching your pupils, that had been reformed into the most adorable little hearts he had ever seen. And he smiles ruefully.

Lucifer x human!fem!reader

A/n: for those who wanted a second part<3

Lucifer only wants to help.

Part 1 < Part 2

You grabbed a pillow and threw it towards Lucifer. “What-“ Another pillow was thrown into his face. “Can you stop?” Another, then another strike. 

You were about to launch another one at him, but Lucifer grasped your hand and held tight onto it. “Gosh, can you stop? Where did you find so many pillows?!” 

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Apparently I wrote this at like three in the morning, but I have no recollection of it lmao. Enjoy???

Lucifer would never admit it but he absolutely loves your cuddles, especially when he's working late - and you could always use the same threat to make him come to bed, saying you won't cuddle him to sleep and even for him that's a cruel punishment. The thought of your warm arms wrapping around his torso, pulling him closer as he rests his weary face on your neck and breathes in your scent, is simply divine. It's irresistible. And demons cannot resist the irresistible.

Lucifer melts in your cuddles whether he's the big spoon or the little one, he doesn't care about anything but being close to you other than the peaceful feeling of his heart beating in time with yours. He feels at peace with you, like no problem is real or difficult enough that he can't solve it, like he's still an angel learning to fly - it's hard to explain, but it's so good it almost brings tears to his eyes when he lies awake with you on top of him, arms and legs tangled together, wondering what he did to you to deserve you.

The best nights of his life are with you. He tends to mumble and whisper in his sleep, but he doesn't have nightmares anymore, not when his presence is like a light source and saves him from it. And he feels dizzy whenever he wakes up in your presence, whenever he feels your warm body in his bed, Lucifer loves you so much and he feels melting like jelly, loved and small and appreciated.

He feels like he's been hit by cupid's arrow - that's how much he loves you. And he wouldn't trade that for anything.

You challenge him to a no-touching contest, who gives in first?

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan x Reader

A/N: I totally forgot that I wrote this earlier in the week.... I was happy to reread it actually,,, it’s tew cute and I always love soft!Lucifer </3 

WC- 1.4k

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Alastor smiles at her,"Awww,is someone sleepy?"

Charlie nods her head,slowly at her dad,"eepy..".

Alastor chuckles,"Alright,come here." He said, picking her up,taking her to the couch,putting a soft ducky blanket onto her as he lays her down. He kisses her head,"Enjoy your rest, darling."he says softly, watching his daughter close her eyes slowly before falling asleep. Before leaving to check up on Luficer,Alastor puts a large pillow next to Charlie so she doesn't accidentally fall off and hurt herself. He finds his lover in the laundry room,putting tons of towels along with his pajamas into the washer,even adding some laundry soap to it.

"I see you had quite the morning with your daughter. " Alastor chuckles,watching Lucifer groan as he presses a button to start the washer.

"Let's just say i had a lot to clean up along with getting toliet water on my jammies. It wasn't an idea, but it makes moments like this memorable. "Lucifer said,smiling.

"Well, maybe it would go smoothly if someone didn't accidentally mistake baby shampoo for adult shampoo like last time . It is literally a different color. The baby shampoo is purple with a tear drop on it, and it says baby on it -" Alastor teased lightly.

"It was one time! I said I'd be more careful from now on!" Lucifer pouts.

"Just glad you didn't get your eyes scratched out." Alastor chuckles,resting a hand on his lover's grabbable waist.

"Heh,i was lucky this time." Lucifer says softly,leaning in to kissing his lover who, in return, kisses back.

The kiss was gentle,and so was Alastor,he would never hurt his other half. No matter how evil people make him out to be,Lucifer was the first one to ever trust him and show him feelings besides fear.

The kiss had him feeling excited?

No,that wasn't the right word.

Giddy?

Maybe,whatever that word was he needed -

No, he wanted more of his lover's affection as he deepened the kiss,bringing his lover closer to him.

Lucifer felt himself become warm all over,his ears were warm along with his cheeks as he was getting devoured by his lover. His pale hands go to Alastor's hair,getting tangled as the kiss gets more heated.

Alastor is grinning,kiss by kiss as his hands are now going up into Lucifer's black shirt he was wearing,hearing him whimper.

"Again. I need to hear that again, Applepie." Alastor demand,feeling like he's going crazy.

"Please.." he weakly added before his ears perk up,hearing some rustling followed by a whine.

"Charlie's awake dear.." Alastor said,mumbling into Lucifer's neck.

Lucifer laughs,"I'll take care of her. Go take a few minutes to cool down Bambi."

"Thank you, dear." The taller male kisses his lover once more

one more time

Okay, one more time

"Baby."

"Right, sorry." Alastor quickly said,wagging his little tail.

"So cute." Lucifer said before kissing his cheek,then goes to his awake daughter.

Lucifer gives his daughter a smile,"Good morning, my little Princess!" He said, picking her up,fixing some of her hair.

"Mamaaa!" She giggles,giving her mama a hug.

Lucifer nearly melts," You're too cute." He hugs her back lovingly,"Do you still wanna play tea party, or do you wanna play something else?" He asked.

"Colwrr!!"

"Coloring! Okay,let me get your crayons and coloring books." Lucifer said, setting his daughter down,getting some of her drawing stuff, then setting them down on the brown table.

Charlie grabs one of the crayons and one of the books. At first, she goes inside the lines, but then she starts squibbling over the page.

Lucifer sat down next to her, also coloring,making sure he didn't mess up on his coloring. He was so focused that he didn't realize Charlie was now drawing on the table. She drew shapes and letters and even wrote her name.

She stands on her stubby little feet,going to walls, thinking it's a canvas she can use,and starts drawing.

Alastor walks in,feeling calmer until he sees the drawings all over the place,and his oh so beautiful lover also not watching their daughter.

Charlie sees her dad and runs to him,hugging his leg,"Daa,look!!" She excited said, pointing to her drawings on the wall.

Alastor's eye twitch,smiling as he picks her up,"They are so beautiful, darling." He said, holding her.

"Lucifer Morningstar. Honey."

The sound of his full name being called made the blonde flinch as he realized he got distracted,slowly looking at the drawings on the wall. Realizing he fucked up big time,then he looks at his partner who was smiling but also looked like he wanted to murder him. He gulps,"Doesn't our wall look more lovely? We needed to get rid of some of that boring blanknest anyhow! Haha.." he nervously says.

"Clean. It. Up.Now." was all Alastor said,"Come on dear,let's get you change into something different. " he says to Charlie,who nods her head happily.

Lucifer wasted no time in cleaning the walls and table.

Alastor takes Charlie to her room,he picks out a yellow shirt with a duck in a rainhat on,drinking juice with matching duck shorts for her to wear, which she absolutely loved. He also brushed her hair,it was slighlty messy from when she was napping. He humms as he brushes out some knots as she sits on his lap.

"Dada angy at mwama?" Charlie suddenly asked,looking up at her father,who tilts her head down for a bettle angel for brushing.

"No,of course not."

"Give mwama a scary look."

Alastor chuckles softly,"i promise I'm not mad if i was darling ,I'd be yelling at him along with putting him on the couch." He said, trying to put it as nicely as he could. If he was being honest, he would have given him the silent treatment and made him sleep on the couch,he could never yell at him.

He finishe brushing her hair,putting it in a braid,adding little yellow flowers," help make dinner?" he asked her.

"Ye!"

He smiles at her as she practically jumps up,running out the door as he follows quick behind her so she doesn't accidentally hurt herself.

Alastor put a little pink apron on his daughter along with a small chefs hat,"What should we have for dinner?" He asked,helping her wash her hands and dry.

"Megaa Sandshichh!!"

Alastor regretted this already, but it'd be payback at his lover,"Alright sweety. any anything for dessert...?"

"Babque cookiess!"

The demon father smiles,"lovely." He grabbed out all the ingredients they needed. He toasted the slices of bread for Charlie,letting them cool for a min or two before giving it to her. He also helped spread brown chocolate sauce on the bread with a knife as she placed a pickle on it along with adding a candy bar to it with ketchup,topping it with bread. The smell was awful for Alastor,he knows he'll order take out later after he puts her to bed.

For the dessert, it was obvious..he just got a small cup of bbq sauce and a packet of cookies.

He heats up the sandwiches his daughter made for all three of them,he plated them,setting it on the tabel,"Get your ma while i clean up some."

Charlie goes to her mother,he was just finished cleaning up,"food time!" She says to him.

His eyes lit up,picking her up as she giggles,"cant wait to eat!" He says going into the kitchen with her.

His face turns sour at the creation that was made.

"Your daughter made it my little apple. So eat up." Alastor smiles.

Lucifer takes a deep breath,setting Charlie in her high chair along with taking a seat himself.

Alastor took his sandwich whole,eating it without a problem,"Delicious. " he said, licking some of the melted food from his fingers.

Lucifer nearly gags,he can't believe he kisses that man with his mouth. He glances at his daughter, who is chowing down on her food happily.

"Your food is getting cold, darling." Alastor said with a smile.

The blonde takes ahold of the food,sniffing it..man pickles and chocolate don't go together...he thinks to himself before taking a bite,tasting ketchup.

His face turned green real quick,he stands up and ran to the bathroom quickly,trying not to hurl everywhere.

"Dada no like?" Charlie tilts her head,mouth and hands covered in chocolate.

"Worry not about him,he has a weak stomach. " Alastor tells her,picking up the uneaten sandwich and finishes it himself.

"Ready for dessert?"

"YEEES!"

Alastor places the bbq sauce and cookies in front of her while he takes her plate,and the other two to clean.

Charlie dips the cookie in the bbq sauce then eats it,like it was the best thing in the whole world and repeats the steps untill there was no more.

Alastor takes the cup and the wrapper of cookies and recycles them. He also grabbed a wash clother that he wet,wiping Charlie's face and hands,"Such a messy girl." He says before letting Charlie out of the high chair.

"Go play,don't make any messes, alright, darling?" He said nicely.

Charlie nods her head before running off to her toybox to play with her stuffed animals,in the meantime Alastor quickly put the clothes in the dry then went to check up on his lover.

"You done dying in there?" He asked Lucifer, who was puking his guts up. He goes into the bathroom,patting his lover's back. He did feel alittle bad for him,"I'm sorry, my little apple. I didn't think it'd upset your wittle stomach."

The blonde keeps regurgitating for a few more seconds,breathing heavily while wiping his mouth as tears were in his eyes . "It's fine." He sniffs.

Alastor hugs him gently,giving him kisses along with kissing his tears away,"I'm sorry." He repeats.

Lucifer laughs lightly,"Okay,Okay,i feel better, stoop!" He smiles a little.

"I'll order something light for you who later,something easy for your stomach. How's that sound?" Alastor suggested.

"I'd love that." The other replied.

"Imma check up on Charlie,ill order it when you come out love."

"Thank you."

Alastor goes back to his daughter and plays dolls with her for a few minutes.

Lucifer comes out,feeling a little better,sitting next to Alastor.

The three started to play dolls for abit untill it was time for Charlie's bedtime.

This time Alastor was the one who helped her get ready for bed while Lucifer clean up the toys along with waiting for the food they had ordered to arrive.

Alastor had no trouble with Charlie,getting her bathed and brushing her teeth. He tucks her in her duck shaped bed that had cute little duckies on the blankets and pillows,even the bed board was duck shaped. Alastor sits on the bed,reading one of her favorite books, which happens to be The Ugly Duckling.

He was almost done with the book when he noticed his daughter had fallen asleep. He smiles sweetly at her,giving her head a kiss as he pulls the blanket up on her some so she doesn't get cold. "Love you, my little devil child. "

He gets up,putting the book back on the bookshelves, then leaves,making sure the door is open just alittle.

The red-haired male sits next to the blonde who was eating his steak,he undo his ponytail,leaning back against the couch,feeling tired himself from the eventful day.

"Want a bite?" Lucifer asked,mouth full of different things he had ordered.

"I'm good love. Though i didn't expect you to get alot."

"I may be small but i have a big appetite even after our precious daughter's cooking. "

Alastor chuckles,running his fingers through his hair,"Fair point. I should let her make our dinner more often."

He nearly choked, "I didn't say that now!"

"Im just kidding,we'll have her cook sometimes. Ill even buy her a mini oven!" Alastor smiles,glancing at his lover.

"If you do that I'll sleep on the couch !"

"Ha! Is that a threat, love?"

Lucifer pouts,"Hey!"

"Im joking, hun." Alastor smiles,leaning against Lucifer,giving him kisses in which he returns.

"Love you, Bambi."