#t: mazikeen

[mouse-of-dimitrescu]

The Incontinent ( NSFW )𓆙

Lucifer Morningstar X Fem Reader

The events of an evening where Lucifer's disappointment leads to a great fall.

WARNINGS: blasphemy, cunnilingus, fingering, a tiny bit of abuse, Dante's concepts. Wings?

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Lucifer had you in a chokehold ... literally. They had you pushed against the wall, face-level with them. Your legs dangled down and you felt their arm wrap around your waist to provide you a small amount of breathing support. As Lucifer's devoted assistant, you had benefits: sleeping in reasonably good quarters, avoiding the havoc in the other circles of hell, eating better food, and of course... The Devil's Playtime. Normally, you would arrive in Lucifer's chambers in the evening and pleasure them until they gave the signal for you to stop. However, on this fine evening, Lucifer was angry and disappointed with you. Earlier that day, you had completely forgotten about attending a demon battle with the Lightbringer and Mazikeen for you were occupied with Azazel's stupidity with which Lucifer obliviously had the pleasure of missing.

" Your majesty, please." You gasped, clinging to Lucifer's arm for dear life. Your face was red and evudent veins appeared on your forehead.

" What business did Azazel want?" Lucifer seethed, their face was very close to yours and you were forced to look into those cold sapphire eyes that you had come to adore.

" H-he wan-wanted to t-talk about...D-Dream." you tried to explain through interrupted breaths.

Lucifer let out a fustrated huff and threw you to the floor in one swift notion with perfect nonchalance. You landed with a painful thud and immediately gasped for air, holding your abused throat.

" What about Morpheus?" Lucifer rushed their words at you.

" His...future associations with Hell." You breathed out.

" The combination of the realms." Lucifer concluded, calming down slightly, you nodded slightly and weakly stood up.

Lucifer looked at you for a moment as you scrambled to your feet, letting out a sigh of annoyance.

" If you ever miss a scheduled event again, I will make sure that Minos sends you to the seventh circle of Hell, do you understand me?"

" Yes, your majesty." You nodded and bowed your head in defeat.

Lucifer hummed in approval and walked over to you, towering over your shorter frame. Their wings fluttered behind them and they grabbed your chin, lifting your head up to meet their cold gaze.

" You are a faithful servant. Always have been. It would be a shame to put all of your efforts and abilities to waste. Prove that you are still worthy to serve me." Lucifer's voice was dark and hollow, an empty mansion of uncured praises.

" Yes, your majesty."

Lucifer hummed again and in a harsh manner, let go of your chin, their finger nail slightly scratching your face.

" You know what I enjoy." Lucifer said and gave you the signal to undress them.

With trembling fingers, you undid the waistband of their red robe and tugged it gently off their shoulders, letting the fabric fall to a pool at their feet. Lucifer watched your every move as they always did but this time, it was slightly more intimidating. As per usual, you felt yourself growing wet, the heat in your lower abdomen ( which you were trying your best to ignore ) seemed to ignite inside of you. The devil set you on fire and showed no mercy. Lucifer lay on the bed, propped up against pillows as they spread their longs legs.

" Take your clothes off. " Lucifer instructed.

You slightly choked on air. The Lightbringer had never asked you to do this before but you obliged and self consciously followed their orders, searching their eyes for any sign of emotion. Lucifer's pupils dilated when they saw your naked body and they sat up, reaching for you. Their slender hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to them so you straddled their lap.

" Your majesty, I—"

Lucifer shushed you with a kiss and you couldn't help but smile into it. You let your arm wrap around their back, the other hand getting entangled in their soft hair, pulling them closer to you. You didn't know where you found the courage or the audacity but the Lightbringer failed to complain. Only when they pulled away and looked deeply into your eyes did you feel embarrassingly perceived.

" H'm, my little demon seemed to be desperate for that." Lucifer chuckled slightly. Their cold, melodious voice sent shivers down your spine and your cheeks blushed painfully. Lucifer smirked, their wings fluttering slightly behind them as they took in the humiliating view. Yes, you were desperate for anything they would give you, and now the devil saw how much they were worshipped. By the fluttering of those gorgeous wings, you knew what they wanted and immediately went down between their legs, placing your hands on their thighs and spreading them slightly more.

Lucifer reclined back and let out a satisfied hum. You felt their hand pull at your hair, guiding you closer to their dripping cunt. Knowing that the Lightbringer was in no state to be teased, you dipped your tongue between their folds and circled their clit, causing your devil to gasp and buck their hips, needing more. You attached your lips to their clit and sucked on the sensitive bud, drawing a small moan from Lucifer. You, like every other evening prior, needed to hear more from them. You rubbed your middle and ring fingers outside their cunt hole, collecting their arousal before slowly entering two fingers inside of them. Lucifer moaned loudly and you looked up at them just in time to see their head fling back with their pretty pink mouth slightly agape as they let out the sweetest moans and whimpers.

" Faster, my demon." Lucifer breathed out, feeling your tongue and fingers working inside of them. You began to pump your fingers in faster motions, using your tongue to stimulate their clit, obeying the Devil's orders.

A few moments later, Lucifer's moans began to get louder, their body writhing more and more underneath your touch. Their breathing was rapid and untame as their hips grinded against your face and fingers, praying for a release. Lucifer's eyes were shut tightly, the wrinkle in their brow was evident and you didn't miss seeing their wings move twitchingly behind them, causing their body to move too. Their nails scratched at your sculp, tugging harshly at your hair while the other hand clutched onto the bedsheets for dear life.

" Mm! Oh! My demon!" Lucifer moaned desperately. You felt their walls clench around your soaked fingers, their body moving wantonly against the silk sheets. Lucifer came with a loud cry, their wings spasmed behind them, their knuckles turning a ghostly white as they clutched onto some form of stability. You began to slow down your pace as you helped Lucifer ride out their high. They eventually gave you a satisfied smile and rested their head back against the headboard, breathing heavily.

You smiled and gently removed your fingers, planning to get up and retrieve a washcloth from the conjoined bathroom like always. Just as you were about to walk away, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and brought you back to them, letting you straddle their lap for the second time that evening.

" Thank you, my little demon. May I return the favour?" They asked in a sweet tone.

Your eyes widened and you blushed but nodded at the same time. Never in your death would you have thought that the Lightbringer would give you any consideration either than making sure that you serve them. You didn't want the night to end. You were afraid to lose this version of the devil that you had accidentally unlocked.

" Words, my demon. Speak for your angel." Lucifer whispered against your lips, holding your face close to theirs by your chin.

You nodded and breathed out. " Yes please, your majesty."

Lucifer smiled in an achieving manner and flipped you swiftly around so that your bare back rested against their exposed chest. They wrapped their ankles around yours and spread your legs open for you. Your hands automatically found their thighs, clutching onto them while breathing heavily. You felt Lucifer run a light finger over your slit, collecting your arousal and chuckling to themself.

" Do you always get this wet?" They asked.

Your face flushed with embarrassment and you knew you couldn't lie so you merely nodded and shut your eyes for a brief moment. Lucifer hummed in approval and attached their lips to your neck, nibbling on the soft skin. They used their middle and index fingers to part your folds, causing you to gasp slightly. Lucifer smiled in satisfaction and circled your clit with their middle finger while coming down to kiss you. You accepted the kiss happily and returned it with equal passion. Lucifer's digits circled your cunt entrance before entering you. The two fingers stretched apart your soaked walls and you gasped, moaning slightly. Your moans grew louder when you felt the Lightbringer's pace pick up. Lucifer wrapped a strong arm around your waist to steady you as your body moved desperately against them, searching for that release that you had long been denied within Hell's circles.

" So pretty, my little demon." Lucifer said softly, wandering their eyes over your body as they pleasured you.

Their newfound praise for you only spurred you on and you found yourself digging your nails into Lucifer's thighs, feeling their muscles under your hands as you moaned loudly. Lucifer's fingers were working magic but when your devil decided to add a third digit, you knew what it was like to fall.

Your mind became dazed, your moans grew louder and your only thoughts were of Lucifer and the pleasure that they were giving you. You felt your walls contract around their ling fingers and the Lightbringer smiled, knowing that you were close.

" Is my little demon going to cum for me?" They cooed.

You nodded desperately and mumbled a series of concurements that would have landed you in the lustful region of Hell if Lucifer allowed. Lucifer nibbled on your neck again, finding your sweet spot that made your cheeks burn even more and intensified your moans into strangled screams.

" Cum for your devil. Fall for me. I'll catch you." Lucifer whispered darkly in your ear.

At that you came, coating Lucifer's fingers with your arousal and bucking your hips wantonly as you reached your climax. After a few moments of writhing and moaning for your Lightbringer, you began to come down from your high. They began to slow down their pace and eventually slip their fingers out of you, causing you to whimper. They chuckled and brought their fingers to their own mouth, sucking on them, tasting you. You were left flabbergasted, their darkened eyes looked directly into yours.

" Did you enjoy that, my demon?" Lucifer asked with a growing smile.

" Yes, your majesty. " You breathed out with a small smile in return.

" Enough of the formalities. In private, you may call me 'Lucifer'". They corrected you, running their clean fingers through your messy hair.

" Thank you, Lucifer." You whispered, letting their sweet name roll off your tongue for the first time since your arrival in Hell.

After a shower, Lucifer lent you one of their silky nighttime robes which you hesitantly put on. It was an odd thing to see Lucifer in a light that, for you, shined brighter than heaven. Lying in their bed, Lucifer held you gently, tracing light lines over your collarbones. Your body suddenly began to feel warm and you looked up, seeing that Lucifer had wrapped their wings around the both of you. You smiled and rested your head back against their chest.

" So you're not sending me to the seventh circle?" You asked quietly, your voice peeking fearfully out of your lips.

" No my little demon. You are remaining here with me and I'll show you all that heaven denies."

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Was that okay? I wrote this at two in the morning, bear with me lols

#gwendoline christie #lucifer #lucifer x female reader #sandman lucifer x female reader #the sandman #gwendolineuniverse #the wings im sorry omg i cannot get enough of the fucking wings

[bri-sonat]

NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five - Part Three

Questions are taken from this. The original poster deactivated their account, so it's the reblog that is linked. All the questions are modified and some are removed (either because the question had already been answered or because it referred to hetero relations.)

NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five Masterlist

As always, a glorious team effort between @daydream-cement and I. With the occasional assistance from my love, @na-shoba.

Have they ever sent someone a dirty text/picture/video?

Brienne: In modern times, the farthest she has gone was to indulge in a few sexts with her partner at their initiation.

Larissa: A tasteful nude never hurt anyone. With a long-term partner, she may even indulge in an audio message on rare occasions.

Lucifer: No.

Phasma: Yes. To her romantic partner, definitely. All of the above. She loves teasing them and making them “ready” for her planned ventures.

Miranda: Absolutely! She loves sexting and taking nudes for her person. 

Would they have sex with their best friend?

Brienne: No.

Larissa: She did in high school and she would again. She loves having a strong bond with the people she has sex with so she would definitely have sex with her best friend.

Lucifer: Mazikeen? Yeah, totally.

Phasma: She doesn’t have a best friend. If she did and it was a woman… probably.

Miranda: She wouldn’t say no to Robin…

Is there anything they do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

Brienne: If she was a smoker: she’d need a cigarette after that cause she’d be so stressed after the first couple of times. However, she’d go straight to aftercare for her partner or drink water for herself, depending on if she’s given or received it. 

Larissa: B-A-T-H. SHE LOVES TAKING BATHS (especially if the person she just had sex with is her romantic partner). It’s relaxing, there is the option for more sex, but most of all, it’s incredibly intimate and she loves that.

Lucifer: They love a good cuddle, pulling their partner to them and holding them while they both recover.

Phasma: If it’s a “conquest,” she either leaves the place of sex or kicks the person out of her quarters. If it’s her romantic partner, she’d let them hold her until they fall asleep.

Miranda: She loves snuggling and chatting. The most important thing to her is continuing the physical touch aspect as they have quality time together.

Something that will never fail to get them horny?

Brienne: Her partner’s moans, whimpers, whines, groans. Just her partner in general as well.

Larissa: Physically strong women.

Lucifer: Their partner.

Phasma: Having someone completely under her control, having them submit sexually to her.

Miranda: Hearing a woman moan.

Early-morning sex or late-night sex?

Brienne: She dabbles in whatever her partner wishes. She doesn’t have a preferred one.

Larissa: Early-morning sex.

Lucifer: Late-night sex.

Phasma: Whenever sex. But it’s mostly during the evenings. Sometimes morning sex.

Miranda: Late-night sex.

Favorite body part of the same sex?

Brienne: Boobs and thighs.

Larissa: Strong shoulders and a nice ass.

Lucifer: They cannot choose a favorite part of their partner. 

Phasma: Ass. Loves seeing it bright red. 

Miranda: Boobies :D

Something that they have hidden in their room that they don’t want anyone to find:

Brienne: In modern times: her (possible) sex toys. In olden times: maybe some lesbian literature.

Larissa: Preferably not her sex toys.

Lucifer: No one should be going through their belongings, lest they wish to suffer the consequences.

Phasma: She doesn’t care if someone finds anything in her room, they wouldn’t live long enough to share the knowledge. Also, no one would dare enter her room without her consent and even if they were allowed, they wouldn’t dare snoop around.

Miranda: Her strap-on.

Weirdest sexual act someone has performed [or tried to perform] on/with them:

Brienne: Heterosexuality. Someone tried and failed.

Larissa: Shapeshifting in the bedroom. She did not like shapeshifting her entire being for sex, but on the rare occasion, she doesn’t mind shapeshifting to have a penis.

Lucifer: They only smirked when asked this question.

Phasma: She only chuckled in disbelief when asked this question. She then smirked and said, “No one would dare to try anything with me.” Her romantic partner is excluded.

Miranda: In college, she once had a one-night stand with a guy who had a thing for women’s socks. She doesn’t like to talk about it.

Have they ever tasted themselves? [If no, would they?] [If yes, what did they think?]

Brienne: Yes, because she’s insecure about it and wanted to see how she tasted. At first, she’d feel insecure and a bit weirded out, but after some time she’d start to feel much better about it, especially if her partner tells her she tastes good. After this, she also starts licking off her partner’s fingers after they have fingered her and can appreciate kissing her partner after they have given her oral.

Larissa: Only after kissing her partner after receiving oral. She didn’t care for the taste, but the act itself was very erotic.

Lucifer: Of course. It was delightful.

Phasma: Yes. She loves it.

Miranda: Yep! She didn’t mind it, but she would rather taste herself on her partner’s lips.

#gwendoline christie #captain phasma #brienne of tarth #miranda hilmarson #phasma #lucifer morningstar the sandman #larissa weems #lucifer morningstar (the sandman) #gwen christie

[ml-nolan]

Kick's 2023 Fic Roundup (YEEEHA!)

[Please use the Kayne Malevolent voice for that title]

SOOOOOO all domains included—fics, original fiction, nonfiction, and copywriting—I wrote over 300k words this year. Of that, fic was 132,449 words! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'm pretty proud of it, honestly, so I thought I'd hop on the rundown bandwagon.

Thanks to everyone who read my stuff, kudos-d it, commented on it, and yelled with me about it on Tumblr and Discord (Honk-Honk to all my honkos!!! 💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤). Y'all have made my life so much more fun this year.

The Sandman - Dreamling

Music When You Speak [Rated E | 72,075 words]

When incognito rock star Dream of the Endless drifts into Hob Gadling's record store, it's instant attraction. Neither of them expected things to get this serious.

This started out as an experiment in "taking time to enjoy the scenery," so naturally I had to [SPOILER ALERT] add a kidnapping subplot that ends with Dream naked and covered in blood.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oops.

I'm so glad so many people loved it. I loved it too. Still do.

Playlist here

Aaaaand complimentary ficlet, Piece by Piece [Rated T | 610 words].

I'll Make You Sorry [Rated E | 12,035 words]

Things from Hob's past are making Hob's hookups run screaming into the night, and it's really freaking him out. Dream is very concerned (both that other people are dreaming Hob's dreams and that Hob takes so many lovers).

This is my only canon-adjacent fic (so far) that isn't ficlet or pure smut, and I enjoyed making both of them so deeply uncomfortable. Also I need to write more Corinthian because I found his voice disturbingly easy to emulate. 😂😂😂

On Sex Dreams and Anachronisms [Rated E | 1,818 words]: Two embarrassing times Dream dropped in on Hob's sexy dreams and one much nicer one. Second silliest thing I wrote this year.

(Not) Spellbound [Rated E | 1,192]: This is just bondage smut. You're welcome. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How to Extract Your Boyfriend from Toxic Internet Culture [Rated G | 704 words]: By far the silliest thing I wrote this year. Features retired Dream's stint as a True Crime Wine Mom.

One Tall Dark Stranger [Rated G | 565 words]: From the prompt "Accidental Hand Touching."

You Will Not Be Bothered [Rated G | 420 words]: From the prompt "picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face."

I'll Be a Better Man Than My Father Ever Was - Chapter 4 by @chaosclimber | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.

[PODFIC] Inappropriate Uses of the Dewey Decimal System and Coworkers by Hob Gadling, no PhD (Chapter 2) by @chaosheadspace | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.

Metaphysics by @quillingwords

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The Sandman - Femslash Weekend!

This was so fun, and I have at least one more femslash idea I really hope to have the spoons to finish in January. 💜🖤💜🖤

You're Gonna Catch Hell [Johanna/Mazikeen | Rated E | 2,116 Words]

Johanna Constantine, a gun for hire, is meeting a very dangerous new client at Club Hell. A mysterious woman who spots her right when she enters the club might pose some complications.

Pure smut, although I have an enormous hc around this AU that I'm not sure will ever see the light of day.

Obliterate All Prior Things [Lucienne/Gault | Rated E | Words 3,421]

Whatever horrible thing Lucienne says is happening to The Dreaming is certainly happening. But the other part—the bit where Lucienne thinks she is the reason for it—cannot be allowed to stand. Run away with me, Gault wants to say. We'll find our own way. Be whoever we want. And you can finally rest.

I have huge feelings about Gaulcienne, which will become extremely clear if you read this.

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The Magnus Archives — Goof Troop (aka., TimGerry)

Just an Animal Looking for a Home [Rated E | 33,349 words | Love and Nonsense AU - WIP]

When Tim Stoker came to Pinhole Books, it was like someone jammed a foot on the accelerator of Gerry's life. After a health scare, a wedding to his (let's be honest) soul mate, and the exponential growth of the shop, it's showing no signs of slowing down. Now, Pinhole is opening a second location, their beloved Fiona Law is retiring, and Tim and Gerry are bringing a new canine member into their family. But even good changes can be overwhelming, and Gerry finds himself dealing with old trauma he thought he'd left far behind him. Plus, Tim is unexpectedly forced to face old conflicts, which takes him places where Gerry can't follow. With all these stressors on top of the typical growing pains that come with a still-new marriage, Tim and Gerry have to learn to work through their issues together. It's either that or fall apart.

This is the sequel to Hiding in Plain Sight, which I actually started this in 2022 and took a hiatus while I was writing Music When You Speak (so the word count includes 2022 chapters, don't @ me 😂). It's pretty heavy but I think the break will make the story that much better for it, honestly.

Playlist here.

Also in this AU, a couple ficlets set before TimGerry got together.

What's His Deal? [Rated T | 608 words]: Gerry tries to find out what Tim's deal is. Jon is completely unhelpful. From "Blossoming Romance" Tumblr prompt: "Attempting to find out if they are single/available"

Scoop [Rated E | 682 words]: Gerry has just hired a new employee at Pinhole books, and it may just cost him his sanity. Involves ice cream.

Ad Libitum [Rated E | 1,861 words - WIP]

It's Tim Stoker's first week at The Magnus Conservatory, and his piano accompanist hasn't shown up for auditions. An imposing goth swoops out of the shadows to save him, but Tim worries his instant attraction to the man may make it hard to control himself.

I just started this one! Music conservatory AU where Tim is studying voice and Gerry is a pianist. Excited to see where it goes (honestly, your guess is as good as mine at the moment).

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And of course I've got a book and a Patreon with two serials in progress if you're interested.😉😉😉 But I hope to write a LOT more fic in 2024! Love y'all. 💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜

#ML Nolan #Kick's Fics #the sandman #dreamling #sandman femslash #the magnus archives #timgerry #gerrytim #goof troop #dream of the endless #hob gadling #lucienne the librarian #gault the sandman #mazikeen #johanna constantine #gaulcienne #johazikeen #gerry delano #tim stoker #sandman podfic

[notmazikeen]

The Villain | Choso Kamo

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Mazikeen and Choso both fully undressed before getting into the shower. The water was boiling it felt. The steam from the water clouded the air and the mirror.

"Agh! Damn Mazikeen this water is fucking hot!" He jumped as the water touched his skin. It felt like lava compared to what he was used to.

Mazikeen rolled her eyes and giggled. She turned the temperature down, but before she could turn back around to the man, he grabbed her waist and pulled her close.

"What are you doing..?" She asked quite confused.

He leaned his head on the crook of her neck and sighed loudly. "I don't want you seeing me while I'm soft..." His tone was oddly sheepish.

Mazikeen shook her head and she pulled away from him. She turned around to face him and raised her brow.

"I'm not gonna look..." She said through a giggle.

Choso rolled his eyes and reached for a black loofa. Mazikeen looked around his shower and paused. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes.

"Is that your body wash?" Her tone clearly confused again. Choso looked at the bottle and narrowed his eyes. "Yea? Why?" He said defensively.

Mazikeen shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "Didn't think you'd be the type to like coconut and coffee exfoliating body wash." She said as she read the name on the brown bottle.

His lips formed into a thin line and he stared at the girl.

"It smells good..."

She giggled at him and picked up the bottle. Assuming Choso was going to wash his body with the sponge in his hand. He shot her a smile and poured some of the soap onto his black sponge.

He began washing his body thoroughly and bit his lip. 'Should I try and wash her body?' He had never showered with someone before so he didn't know what to do. He was embarrassed of his soft member, but the girl in-front of him made him forget everything.

Choso began scrubbing Mazikeen with the sponge. She smiled at him softly and squinted her eyes. It made Choso's heart pound. "Pretty girl..." He mumbled.

Mazikeen's face grew red at the compliment. She just had amazing sex with this man and now he's a completely different person. She's only met him twice and he's being oddly affectionate.

She pushed away his hand that was washing her and giggled, "Okay that's enough for now." Choso smiled back at her. ____________

Choso stared at her and couldn't help but smile. "You look cute in my clothes."

Mazikeen smiled and turned her head away from him, clearly blushing. Choso had given her a pair of black plaid boxers and a large band t-shirt. She complained he made her ruin her only underwear so she was forced to wear his.

He got under the covers and lifted the other side, tapping the mattress beside him. "Come on princess." He said softly.

Mazikeen walked over to her side of the bed and got under the covers quickly, as it was cold in his room. She laid on her side and looked at him. Choso had grabbed his tv remote and was looking through movies. Unaware she was staring.

He finally turned to her to ask what movie she wanted to watch. His face red, "What?" He demanded. She rolled her eyes and shot him a soft smile. "Nothing you're just really hot."

Choso smirked softly at the compliment. He turned on a random movie and laid on his side, facing her. "Come here." His arm lifted so she could scoot closer to him. She sat up and moved closer to his body. He was wearing nothing but underwear and his muscular body caught her attention.

He lifted her chin softly, "Stop staring." She narrowed her eyes at him and scoffed. "Why? Other girls stare at you all the time, why can't I?"

"Because I said so." He said mockingly. "Can I see your phone?" Mazikeen raised an eyebrow and reached for her phone. She handed it to him with it unlocked.

"Why?" She huffed. Choso grabbed her phone and went on her social media. He pulled her close to his body and took a picture of her buried in his chest. His face was just barely out of the picture, but out of it enough to where you couldn't tell who it was. He posted the picture and handed her phone back.

"What did you do?" She whined and grabbed her phone quickly. "Choso! Why did you post that?" Her mouth wide open.

"To show all your little hoes that you're mine." He growled. Mazikeen shot him a confused look and smirked.

"Oh yea?" She questioned him. Choso nodded and grabbed her phone from her once again. He turned it off and threw it on the bed beside them. His arms wrapped around her.

Mazikeen pushed his arms off and turned over in the bed, "Sorry spooning is more comfortable for me." She strained. Hoping not to offend him.

Choso narrowed his eyes and pulled her close. Her back was against his chest, her ass was against his dick, and her legs were intertwined with his. Choso had lifted her shirt up so that his torso could be skin to skin with her back.

"Who else do you cuddle with?" His voice had a hint of jealousy in it.

She giggled at his remark, "I dunno it's been a while." Choso held her tighter and slipped a hand up her shirt to touch her abdomen.

"It doesn't matter I'm here with you right now, aren't I?" She let out a fake sigh. Choso growled and buried his face into the back of her neck.

"Like I said princess. I'm claiming you." His voice was low, it made her shiver. Was he being serious? Or was this a one night stand...?

Mazikeen scoffed, "I couldn't imagine you settling down with a girl you just met. Plus I know you get around."

Choso was offended. He did use girls before he met Mazikeen. She wasn't wrong, but he stopped talking to everybody once he found her.

"No I don't. You're everything I want and need." He sighed.

Mazikeen was a bit shocked. He was attractive, slutty, and seemed to have a kind heart. It blew her mind that he was saying all these things.

"Mmmm maybe we could settle down. Let's get some sleep though..." She trailed off. It was now around 3 in the morning. She was exhausted.

Choso nodded into her neck. He pulled away from her and propped himself up. He grabbed his phone and set an alarm for sunrise. Then he laid back down and put his arm back around her waist.

"Good night princess." He mumbled. Mazikeen was passed out. She usually had trouble sleeping but she knew she was safe with the man. Shortly after, he fell asleep as well.

As the sun started to rise Choso's alarm went off. Mazikeen was the only one to wake up to the alarm, she felt his presence gone. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Choso?" She called out for him.

She reached for his phone and turned it off. Her body ached from the events of last night, no amount of stretching right now would ease her soreness. She got up from the bed and checked her phone. He left a sticky note under her phone that read 'Come to the kitchen when you wake up.'

She yawned and began walking to the kitchen. Choso had been awake for some time, he got them breakfast, some pain meds for a hangover, and a plan b.

Choso greeted her with a soft smirk. "Looks like someone is finally awake."

Mazikeen looked at him with tired eyes and yawned again. "I never get up early. Do you always do this?" She whined.

He chuckled and grabbed her emergency contraception from a grocery bag, and sat it down on the counter next to her breakfast. "Not usually but I didn't know when you had to go home. I got you some food and a plan b." He smiled. He looked back at the grocery bag and pulled out some Tylenol. "Oh some medicine if you have a hangover too."

Mazikeen giggled a bit and shook her head. "That's sweet of you. I don't usually get hangovers though." Wrong. Choso knew she was lying too, he was stalking her the morning after his party. She wanted to seem all big and bad. This morning she didn't get a hangover surprisingly.

She came over to the counter and sat down at the bar. "Mhm I'm sure you don't. Take this." He said as he pointed to the plan b. "I don't want any fuck trophies right now." Mazikeen furrowed her brows and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry fuck trophies?" She said through giggles.

Choso tilted his head and nodded softly. "Yea princess. Eat up. If you don't have anywhere to be I'm taking you into the city."

She began to eat her food slowly. Confused about why he wanted to take her into the city. "Why..?" She said through bites, covering her mouth to seem ladylike.

"Don't worry about it." He huffed out. He just wanted to take her to get some new clothes that didn't show off her body. She was his woman. His princess.

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They were in a giant shopping mall. One Mazikeen frequented. She loved to shop and spend her money, but Choso had been paying for everything. She felt bad he was but she couldn't complain.

They entered a higher end brand store. The clothing was beautiful, she had picked a few things to try on and Choso looked around as well. Trying to find suitable date night clothes for her. He would eventually ask her on a date.

She only deserved the best from him. He also had a suspicious amount of money to spoil her with. Even if she wasn't his just yet.

Mazikeen sorted through some clothes near the back of the store. She was too entangled in finding the perfect outfit she didn't notice a man nearby. He was staring at her hard.

Before the mall, Choso took her home and let her change before they went shopping. She was wearing a white tennis skirt and a sage green crop top. She looked rather casual but still attractive.

The man walked up to her and shot her a cocky smile. "Hello darling. What's your name?" She looked up and raised an eyebrow. She looked around for Choso but he was nowhere to be found.

"Mazikeen." She said rolling her eyes. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?" He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it. Mazikeen, immediately grossed out, ripped her hand from his grasp.

"Don't touch me." She growled. The man stepped closer to her and was basically breathing down her neck. Mazikeen pushed him away and stepped back. She backed up into something. Or more like someone.

Choso grabbed her waist and shot the man a glare. "Is he bothering you princess?" He mumbled. Not leaving his eyes from the gross excuse of a man.

"Yea. He is." She grabbed his hand and gripped it tight. She was grossed out, frightened, and angry. Who did he think he was?!

The man scoffed at Choso. They were around the same height but the other man was more stout. Choso would not back down. He knew later that night he'd mark and track him down. He'd kill him for messing with his girl.

"That little bitch isn't worth it anyway." The man said repulsively. He chuckled and shook his head. "See you around Mazikeen." He smirked and turned to walk away.

Choso's heart pounded with anger. He softly moved the girl out of his way and grabbed the man's shoulder. He turned him back around. "Who do you think you are?"

The man growled at Choso. "You think you're bulletproof son?" He said as he raised his dress shirt. It revealed a concealed handgun. Choso smirked.

He pushed the man away, marking his shoulder before laughing. "Get out of here." The man rolled his eyes and walked out of the store.

Mazikeen stood there. Eyes wide and heart pounding fast. "Are you alright princess?" Choso asked as he grabbed her hand. She nodded. If she was alone surely that man would have killed her.

She hugged Choso's arm tightly and looked up at him. "Can you get me a changing room?" She mumbled. Choso leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Anything for you." He smiled.

Choso grabbed her hand and walked up to an employee. "Can we get her a changing room sweetheart?" He gave her a soft smile. Mazikeen shot her eyes up to him and narrowed her eyes.

She let go of his hand and followed the employee. Choso was a bit confused but followed behind them. The worker smiled at her and opened a private changing room for her. "If you need anything just let me know!" She said before walking away.

Mazikeen turned around and glared at Choso. He tilted his head and opened his mouth to speak. Mazikeen cut him off. "Sweetheart?" She mumbled.

He widened his eyes. "O-Oh." He mumbled. He was just trying to be polite. Mazikeen rolled her eyes and turned to close the door to the changing room. Choso held the door open and walked inside.

He locked the door and sat down in the chair in the corner of the room. She looked at him and frowned. "Why are you in here?" She huffed.

Choso sat up in the chair and manspread himself. He placed a hand over his crotch and another holding his head up. "I want to watch you try on stuff this time." He smiled softly.

Mazikeen closed her eyes and exhaled loudly. Clearly displeased with him. "Whatever." She knew she couldn't stay mad at him because he was paying for everything but she felt jealous.

She bent over in front of him to take her shoes off. Choso watched her intently. His palm now covering his mouth. Her ass was on perfect display for him. He made a soft grunting noise and she looked up. Glaring at him from the mirror.

"Are you serious." She furrowed her brows and stood back up. Choso grinned a bit before adjusting his growing problem in his pants.

She took off her skirt and her shirt and threw them at the man. He caught them and covered his erection with her skirt. Taking her shirt in his hand and taking in her scent.

"Fuck..." He groaned. "You smell so good."

She reached for a beautiful skin tight black dress and began to put it on. It was a backless dress, the neckline had folded fabric looking like a v shape, and it was almost touched the floor. It was truly an elegant dress.

Choso stared at her. The way the dress hugged her body made him weak. She turned around to face him and stared blankly.

"What do you think?" She mumbled. Choso stood from his seat and took her in his arms. Holding the small of her back with one arm. "I think you look stunning." He glared at her, his eyes were full of lust and admiration.

She blushed and pushed him away. "Thanks." She turned back around to face the mirror. Choso was towering over her, he looked her up and down from the mirror in awe.

He came closer to her and bent his head down to the crook of her neck. His lips placed a kiss softly on her. His breath was hot and raspy, he knew she was upset with him but her being mad only made him want her more.

"Take a picture." He growled. Mazikeen rolled her eyes and bent down to the side table to grab her phone. She pulled up a social media app and took a picture. She covered his face with a heart and posted it. She had guys and girls blowing up her phone from the picture last night.

He smirked and placed another kiss on her neck. "Good girl." Mazikeen wanted to melt into him at the pet name, but he called another girl a pet name. She had no idea why jealously boiled in her blood at the moment.

He snaked a hand around her waist and another on her throat. Watching her reaction in the mirror. She was flustered and looked away, but he grabbed her chin and lifted it. Forcing her to look at the way he was man handling her.

"I'm mad at you. I'm not going to bend over for you right now." She crossed her arms and diverted her eyes to the ground. Choso chuckled at her statement. "I don't expect you to princess."

Mazikeen growled at him. She was pissed now. "I told you, you fuck around."

Choso furrowed his brows and leaned down to kiss her head. "Princess. I'm all yours. We're going on a date soon." He smirked.

She sighed softly and leaned into him. "What if I don't want to?"

Choso shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Really? Because I could've sworn you wanted to the way you were moaning my name last night."

Mazikeen widened her eyes and her face became flushed. She stared at him with embarrassment. "Choso! Shut up!" She whined.

His hand moved to her lower back and pushed her over, she looked up and him and blinked slowly. "What are you doing?" She mumbled.

He grinned at her and took hold off her hips. Pushing himself into her ass roughly. She let out a soft moan and immediately covered her mouth.

"I had you just like this moaning my name, everyone probably heard you basically screaming my name." His voice cocky. He definitely wasn't wrong.

Mazikeen bit the inside of her lip and looked at him in the mirror. He was incredibly sexy. He was also teasing her.

Choso thrusted his crotch against her ass a few times before pulling her upright. He spun her around and glared down at her.

"I suggest you behave or I'll have you on your knees, princess." He whispered into her ear. She nodded and stood on her toes, she brought her lips close to his and looked up at him.

"What if I want you to put me on my knees?" She whined.

Choso pushed his hair back and sighed. "I might have to when we leave." He pushed his lips into hers and groaned softly. His muscular hand traveled to her ass and grabbed a handful of it. She jumped a bit at the sensation and melted into him.

She pulled away from him and smiled softly. "Can we go then?" He chuckled and nodded. "Anything you want princess."

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STARTER CALLLLL…..

NOT CAPPING AT THE MOMENT SO GO CRAY.

Alexander Lightwood || 28 || Detective

Simon (papcrrings), Rafael (devilsmenu), Ragnor (lcxstsouls) 

Evan Buckley | 28 | Fire Fighter

Pildo (devilsmenu), 

T/K Strand | 28 | EMT

Kono (devilsmenu), 

Richie Tozier | 24 | Comedian

Ally (devilsmenu), 

Max Mayfield | 23 | Nurse

Jamie (devilsmenu), 

T.J Kippen | 21 | College Senior

Alison (devilsmenu), 

Harry Hook | 23 | Chef

Harriet Hook (devilsmenu), 

Marco Del Rossi | 21 | Law School

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Maxine Baker | 19 | College Freshman 

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Matthew Murdock | 35 | Criminal Lawyer

Dale (bcrncoldx), Felixia (devilsmenu), 

Dean Winchester | 38 | Psychiatrist 

Tucker (nightwhispcrs), Satana (devilsmenu), 

Emily Fitch | 19 | College Freshman

Chad (devilsmenu), 

Nick Nelson | 18 | College Freshman

Lorna (devilsmenu), 

SImon Spier | 19 | College Freshman

Jihyo (devilsmenu), 

Katherine Pierce | 500 + (Looks 25ish) | Unemployed 

Irene (devilsmenu), 

Blaine Anderson | 22 | Musician 

Junwoong (devilsmenu), 

Ginny Weasley | 21 | Teacher

Neville (papcrrings), Astoria (devilsmenu), 

Chad Meeks-Martin | 19 | College Sophomore

Sally (devilsmenu), 

Maria Vasquez | 25 | Nurse

Michael (nightwhispcrs), Tony (devilsmenu), Maomao (apothmuses), 

Heather Chandler | 23 | Trust Fund Kid

Anna (papcrrings), 

Gabriel Boutin  25 | French Ambassador 

Urumi (devilsmenu), 

Chishiya Shuntaro | 21 | College Senior

Heiya (devilsmenu), 

Lillian Deville || 22 || College Senior

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Mercutio Alice | 27 | ?

Romeo (devilsmenu), 

Jim Hopper | 45 | Mayor

Robin (nightwhispcrs), 

Epononine Thenardier | 25 | ?

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Bob Belcher | 45 | Owns Bob’s Burgers

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Michael Munroe | 22 | ?

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Quincy Shabazian | 19 | College Sophomore

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Enid Sinclair | 18 || College Freshman

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Mazikeen Smith | 30 | Private Investigator

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Ambrose Spellman | 75 + | Occult Shop Owner

Kallias (apothmuses), 

Lily Tucker Pritchett | 19 | College Sophomore

Noah (devilsmenu), 

Derek Hale || 25 | Police Officer 

Isaac (papcrrings), 

Klaus Hargreeves | 30 | Drug Counselor

Diego (papcrrings), 

Jake Wheeler | 19 || College Freshman

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Sebastian Matthew-Smith | 21 | College Junior

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Ryan Evans | 21 | College Senior

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Victoria Spring | 22 | ?

Noami (nightwhispcrs), 

Carl Grimes | 23 | College Student

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Mickey Milkovich | 27 | Security Officer

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Glenn Rhee | 30 | ?

Fred (nightwhispcrs), 

Reggie Peters | 20 | Band Member

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Miles Hollingsworth III | 21 | College Senior

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Maeve Wiley | 21 | College Senior

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Gamora | 35 | ?

Peggy (lcxstsouls) 

Ken | 35 | ?

Okabe (apothmuses), 

Jude Fosters-Adams | 21 | College Senior

Dakken (devilsmenu), 

Gregoria Gryfinndor | 23 | ?

Sal (papcrrings), 

Ivan Carvalho Cruz | 18 | College Freshman

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Milton ‘MG’ Greasley | 19 | College Sophomore

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Hi, and welcome to:

"I would bang the entire cast and not because I'm a h*rny sl*t but because they're all magestic"

I'm not great with names

Anyway, I'm assuming you know I'm not talking about the children, but I have to clarify that because I know how the people on the internet is, SO, there's no partícular orden, and yes, I'm hearing people out, be free to respond this with a show I missed out or your opinion on a cast you like.

Freaks And Geeks

*Not in a problematic way! I grew up watching this, so I wanted to be with them (and be them) then and now as middle age adults

The Good Place

All of them... Every single one of them, the goods, the bads, the in between, the all mighty beings, everyone, I wanna feed them all soup.

ONCE UPON A TIME

The villains!? Hello!? They had no right making every fairy tail hot. Like everyone. Feel free to reblog with your fav character, I want to see unhinged stuff like lizard 'Rumple.

H O U S E M.D

Everyone has their favorite, I'm running for House, Wilson and Cuddy, the throuple. Still, every single one of them.

L O S T

OMG?!?! That's it, that's the explanation.

SUPERNATURAL

From the hunters, to the demons to the angels to everyone.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Vampires? Hot. Witches? Hot. Slayers? Hot. Goddesses? Hot. Oh shoot I forgot Angel, so this also includes that show, I won't put it cause most of the cast is was here, but know that I include Gunn, Lorne, Fred, Doyle, Groosalugg?!?!?, and the lawyers. Yup? Okay.

LUCIFER

Demons, Angels, Humans, there's hybrids, right? Like Mazikeen is a hybrid? No? I have to watch this show again. Oh let's not forget the first one ever babe, Eve.

MAD MEN

Yep, this one is problematic because of the characters (and some actors, I know), still.

ORANGE is the new BLACK

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

#I'm pretty sure I missed one out but I forgot #tv series #series #Strict with the “all cast” thing. Anyway. Reblog if you like all of them anyway. #Side note: I did not include Himym and Friends even though most of the cast is is gorgeous. There was just one exception and I wanted to be #sitcoms #tv shows #tv #netflix #freaks and geeks #the good place #once upon a time #house md #lost #lost tv series #lost tv show #supernatural #buffy the vampire slayer #Lucifer #lucifer morningstar #mad men #orange is the new black

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— COMFORT CHARACTERS

dean winchester, the doctor, wanda maximoff, cayde-6

— FAVOURITE CHARACTERS

donna noble, bill potts, link, mobius, nick fury, woo-young woo, loki, jordan li, obi-wan kenobi, eric effiong, merlin, anakin skywalker, joel miller, killian jones, moon knight, beau arlen, claire novak, donna hanscum, jo harvelle, soldier boy, charlie bradbury, mary winchester, clara oswald, amy pond, 12th doctor, daenerys targaryen, frank castle, carlos cervantez, sirius black, martha jones, din djarin, r2d2, matt murdock, mazikeen, mr. gold +more

— FAVOURITE SERIES AND MOVIES

supernatural, resident alien, the winchesters, doctor who, the boys, scooby-doo, the grand tour, heroes, gen v, big sky, marvel, dc comics, extraordinary attorney woo, the last of us, bullet train, the mandalorian, dark angel, sex education, business proposal, hannibal, strong girl bong-soon, weightlifting fairy kim bok-joo, modern family, parks and recreation, good omens, sherlock holmes, bee and puppycat, game of thrones, buffy the vampire slayer, harry potter, john wick, star wars, the sandman, the umbrella academy, adventure time, brooklyn 99, invader zim, dexter, tombstone, austin powers, mega mind, scott pilgrim vs. the world, teen wolf, the king : eternal monarch, ten inch hero, the vampire diaries, the devil’s hour, narcos, my bloody valentine, miraculous ladybug, the originals, a monster calls, smallville, the walking dead, you, the magicians, merlin, once upon a time, criminal minds, house md, devour, fairly odd parents, true crime, dawson’s creek + more

— FAVOURITE DUOS

merlin & arthur, twelve & clara, ten & donna, house & wilson, scooby-doo & shaggy, link & midna, sherlock & john, c3po & r2d2, nikki & pug, anakin & obiwan, anakin & ahsoka, din djarin & grogu, mobius & loki, lemon & tangerine, ron & april, stiles & derek, natasha & clint

— FAVOURITE SHIPS

wanda/vision, wanda/loki, thor/jane, river/the doctor, amy/rory, vastra/jenny, jo/dean, cassie/dean, lisa/dean, bela/dean, jessica/sam, rowena/sam, eileen/sam, jody/donna, meg/castiel, charlie/jo, saint-14/osiris, eris/drifter, ray holt/kevin, tara/willow, spike/buffy, sirius/remus, andy/april, jordan/marie, lucifer/chloe

— OTHER FAVOURITE THINGS

destiny, legend of zelda, bts, muse, avenged sevenfold, led zeppelin, radio company, my chemical romance, fall out boy, waterparks (band), lots of music, coconut milk, cooking/baking, drawing, tea, coffee, honey, chocolate, spicy foods, doughnuts, all shades of green, books, astronomy, physics, liquid eyeliner, bees, animals, silly pens, rocks, dinosaurs, flowers/plants, comic books, paradoxes, carl jung, friedrich nietzsche, cowboys, soft blankets, superheroes, fun socks, shoes, bags, lip tint>>>

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Aftermath

A/N: hey hi so i'm not dead. sorry about the radio silence, life has been kinda batshit. i'm still around and i even still write on occasion!

so i binged Lucifer and uhhh i have some feelings. i couldn't give a shit about the copaganda aspect but listen LISTEN i have a weakness for two smart people who are so dumb that it takes them YEARS to realize they love each other. anyway this lil ficlet takes place immediately after S5E16 of Lucifer, so major spoiler alert. y'know, if there's anyone who gives a shit about Lucifer spoilers at this point lmao. comfort, grief, and smut ahead!

It had been Lucifer’s idea not to drive back to the penthouse. He, Amenadiel, and all the surviving angels had stood around talking, discussing next steps, purposefully shutting their humbled brother out, winged backs turned. Chloe had watched as Michael had gotten shakily to his feet, glaring first at his siblings, then at her, and she was not surprised to see his loathing melt into an expression of great sorrow as he turned away, limping out of the arena. She wasn't quite sure where he intended to go, and part of her was apprehensive about letting him wander the streets of her beloved Los Angeles when he had proven to be dangerous, cunning, and untrustworthy. But he was harmless now, hobbled by the loss of his wings, just as human as anyone else. Dealing with that would be punishment enough, she supposed. 

At last the sun had set, the white floodlights bathing the field in an artificial glow. Mazikeen had retreated long ago, pausing to take Chloe's hand and express her joy that she wasn't dead. "Not anymore," she had less-than-tactfully added before grinning and draping her arm around Eve's shoulder, the two of them sauntering off into the night in much better spirits than Chloe herself could manage. Her hand absently drifted down to her stomach, where she could still feel the faint echoes of the broken staff, shoved and twisted into her vital organs. There had been no pain, just the draining of air from her lungs and the terrible sensation of wrongness, of something inside her that was not meant to be. The blood on her shirt was dry now, the fabric stiff and ragged. There was no salvaging it. At least  the sun was down, taking the worst of the day's heat with it, and she could zip up her jacket to hide the worst of it and still remain relatively comfortable. 

When at last the huddle of angels (absently, Chloe what one would call a group of angels-a blessing, perhaps?) began to disperse and the empty arena echoed back the sound of flapping wings, Lucifer returned to her. She half expected him to be smug, walking with a peacock strut at his victory. For once, however, it seemed he was serious, greeting her with only a ghost of his usual smirk. It didn't escape her attention that his eyes flickered to her midsection before they made it up to her face. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Detective." He was back to calling her "detective," and that felt oddly comforting. "Lots of things in motion at the moment. God business, you understand." There was a flash of teeth as his smile attempted its usual charming brilliance, and though it fell short, Chloe returned it nonetheless. 

"It's alright," she assured him, taking a deep breath. "You ready to get out of here?"

"More than." In one smooth motion, his wings unfurled, his arms lifting toward her. "Hop on, Detective."

Chloe didn't move. "Aren't we…? I mean, shouldn't we take the car?"

He shrugged. "This will be faster. Someone can fetch the car tomorrow. Now," he insisted, crooking his fingers in a beckoning gesture, "come, come."

Sighing to herself, she looped her arms around his neck and let her body be lifted against him. As they rose into the hazy Los Angeles sky, his grip on her tightened, and though it was most likely her imagination, she thought she could feel his hands trembling. 

She had to admit, soaring through an empty sky unimpeded by traffic did return them to the penthouse much faster than the jostling city streets would have. The night air whipped cool against her face, bringing a sort of clarity to the mental fog that had clouded her thoughts since she had taken that first, gasping breath, and she could finally allow the thought that had been beckoning to her through the mist to come forth. 

She had died.

She had died, and her soul had gone to Heaven. Tears stung her eyes as she remembered her father, his face drenched in glorious sunlight and laughter, smiling at her with such love in his eyes. As heartbreaking as it was to leave him again, she at least had the comfort of knowing he was safe, he was happy, and that she would see him again. 

But. She had died. One moment of carelessness, and Trixie was an orphan. Her fingers locked tighter together as she buried her face against Lucifer's neck. She had been about to leave her daughter alone in the world; at least when her father had been killed, Chloe still had her mother. How could she, even for a moment, have considered abandoning her child?

Lost in her thoughts, her chest somehow feeling both heavy and hollow at the same time, she barely noticed when they came to a landing on the balcony, almost startled by the sensation of her feet hitting the ground. For a few seconds, Lucifer's arms remained close around her, his eyes searching hers, lips trembling slightly as unspoken words pressed against them. Instead of speaking, he abruptly smiled, letting his arms drop from around her and leading her inside. "Well, Detective, I think after today, we've both earned a drink. Or twenty."

Chloe let herself be led inside the open room, unlike its occupants unchanged by the day's events. She sat heavily on the sofa, the creak of the leather a quiet welcome back to the normalcy of their very abnormal relationship. "So," she finally said, the lightness in her tone not fooling either of them, "you're God now."

"Not quite. Heaven needs some time to adjust to the shift, and to hopefully unbanish me so I can actually sit on my own throne." Like hers, his voice was falsely light, still carrying the sardonic cast that tinged every word he spoke, but it was thin and sharp, like bits of shale at the edge of a steep cliff. "But in as little as a week or two, you'll be on the arm of a shiny new God."

He crossed to her, two glasses half full of scotch in one hand and the bottle he had poured from in the other. The bottle he set on the table, the first glass he pressed into her hand. Chloe expected him to sit down beside her with the second already up to his lips, tossing his arm around her and filling her in on all the plans he had now that he would be taking over for his Father. She wanted him to; if he could continue on like everything was fine, that he hadn't gone on a suicide mission to Heaven to retrieve her soul, that his own brother hadn't murdered her right before his eyes, then perhaps she could too. It would be easier, at least.

Instead, he walked past her, taking his drink out on the balcony, into the open air. She couldn't begrudge him that; he had a considerable amount to process, to ponder over. What were her small human troubles compared to the task of being the new I Am That I Am?

The penthouse resonated with silent tension, Chloe sitting torn; half of her was dying to go to him, to wrap her arms around him and ground herself in the familiar smells of silk and cologne and whiskey. The other half wanted to give him his space, to let him come to her in his own time, to be gracious and considerate. More than the impaling force of a broken staff, this split inside her ached and stung. The glass of scotch still sat cradled in her hands, undrunk and forgotten as she chewed at her lip, one leg bouncing nervously. Before she could fully come to a decision, her thoughts were brought screeching to a halt by the sound of shattering crystal. 

Chloe bolted to her feet to see Lucifer gripping the thick glass railing in both hands, the broken shards of his glass glimmering in a puddle of expensive liquor. She came toward him, her steps light, as if afraid she'd spook him. "Lucifer? Are you okay?"

As she neared, she noticed with a cold squeeze in the pit of her stomach that his shoulders were hunched and trembling, his hands dropping from the railing as he turned to her. They shook so badly that he appeared to have a tremor, as if suddenly struck by some wicked sort of palsy. His eyes, dark as pitch, were rimmed with red, tears streaking down his face as his mouth worked. 

"Chloe."

Her name came out strangled and ragged, as if pulled through a throat lined with broken glass. 

"Oh god, Chloe…"

His chest heaved with swallowed, silent sobs, and she ran to him, unmindful of the sharp bits of crystal that littered the ground around him. Her hands lifted to cradle his face, his stubble rasping against her palms, his skin fever-hot. As if mirroring her, his hands, still shaking, cupped her face between them, his touch oddly light, as though afraid she would break. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice small, too small. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't…I-I wasn't fast enough. I'm-"

Chloe hushed him, pressing her thumb over his lips as she stretched up on her toes to press little fluttering kisses to his brow, her hands stroking soothingly through his hair, the nape of his neck. "It's okay," she murmured, and her reassurance snapped the bands holding back his horror and his grief. He wept, his arms finally wrapping tight around her waist and crushing her against him. "I'm okay," she added, her own eyes beginning to sting as she felt his tears slide down her neck. "I'm okay, Lucifer. You brought me back, I'm okay now."

A strangled noise left him, painful and sharp, as if ripped straight from his chest. Lucifer sagged against her, burdened by the weight of his almost-loss, the trauma of seeing her killed, the panic and terror, the pain of her final words. He fell to his knees, hardly wincing at the broken glass, and pressed his cheek against the leather of her jacket, his body heaving as he clung to her. "I'm sorry," he muttered again, his usual acerbic eloquence lost in the tidal rush of emotion let loose by her embrace. How could he ever convey to her what it meant for him to have lost her, even for those few, aching moments? To watch the light in her eyes fading, bleeding away? Would he ever be able to look into her eyes again without seeing their emptiness, their dull finality? Would he be able to touch her skin without seeing the torn and bloody hole his fucking brother had left in her?

His fingers feeling numb and useless, Lucifer reached up to tug at the zipper of her jacket, opening it and choking out a fresh sob when he saw the blood-soaked remains of her shirt. Shaking, he lifted it, and was momentarily relieved to see her skin as smooth as ever, not so much as a scar to speak of. He kissed her, kissed the place where she had been pierced, as if trying to erase the memory of it from her skin. "Does it hurt," he said lowly, his voice still thick and broken.

Chloe shook her head, fingers still carding back through his hair, tears staining her cheeks though her lips curved gently in an understanding smile. "No. No, it doesn't hurt. It's like it never even happened."

"But it did." Lucifer’s forehead pressed to her stomach, nearly burying his face in her midsection, as if desperate to be as close as possible to her. "It did, Chloe. Oh, darling…"

She stood unmoving, her fingers curling through his hair as he held her fast, hands sinking deep and desperate into her skin. It didn't hurt, but Chloe was still certain there would be bruises where he gripped her; that was alright, she could handle a few more bruises. Lucifer wept, pressing both kisses and broken apologies against her stomach, long enough for the cool night breeze to make her shiver. Gently, with the patience of a saint, Chloe guided him back to his feet, following him up enough to press a kiss to his still-trembling lips. "Let's get cleaned up a little," she suggested, unable to keep a mothering tone from her voice, but Lucifer didn't seem to mind, rubbing a hand down his face and nodding. Taking his hand, she led him back inside the penthouse, back inside their home.

The first thing she did was sit him down on the bed; here, she could see that while the broken crystal shards hadn't drawn blood, it had shredded the knees of his trousers quite badly. Quickly, she tossed her jacket aside and peeled off the ruined shirt. There was blood on her bra, so that went too. His eyes never left her as she stripped off her jeans and underwear-might as well be rid of the whole outfit-but for once, his stare was not one of lust, but of anxiety. As if she would be ripped from him again if he looked away for only an instant.

With as much methodical detachment as she'd removed her own, Chloe then began to divest Lucifer of his; first came his dusty jacket, then his slightly singed waistcoat and shirt, her fingers sure and steady as they slipped each button from its loop. A hundred different quips flickered to his mind as she unbuckled his belt and knelt to tug his ruined trousers off of him, but he couldn't give them voice. There was something so pure about her actions, an act he had only ever experienced in lust now performed only in love, in duty, in care and compassion. He could hardly bear it, the tender look in her eyes and the gentle way she handled him, the heart he once thought dead and loveless now full to the seams, nearly bursting in his chest.

"Chloe," he started, wanting to remind her of what he'd told her in Heaven; that he loved her, that he would choose her over everything, that there was nothing and no one he had ever cherished so deeply, but she put a finger to his lips and hushed him softly.

"Later," she whispered. "For now, just lie still and feel me." Her knee pressed into the bed beside him, her hands pushing on his shoulders to lay him down on his bed. He went willingly, his hands sliding into the familiar curve of her waist as she went with him, the weight of her lithe body pressing into him, pinning him to the Egyptian cotton sheets. Her legs wound around his, her hair spilling golden around her face as she finally leaned up to kiss him, her lips as soft and sweet as always. He cradled the back of her head in his cupped hand, holding her fast, feeling surrounded by her. The scent in the air around them, the pressure, the warmth, the sounds of quickened breath; in this moment, everything he knew was her, his entire world shrunk down to one indescribable woman. 

She had commanded him to lie still, and he tried, he actually tried, but as the blossom of her mouth opened and her tongue slipped against his, he couldn't help the slide of his hand down the curve of her back, couldn't stop himself from gripping her thigh to hold her still as his hips arched beneath her. He breathed her name, a prayer and a plea, as her lips peppered his face with little kisses like raindrops. Was it his imagination, or were her hips moving too? 

A breath of a moan betrayed her, and knowing she was caught, Chloe circled her hips more deliberately, dropping her mouth to his neck when his head fell back against the bed, the sound of mounting pleasure he gave an echo of her own. One broad hand slipped up her side, her skin tingling in its wake as he cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple to aching hardness. Her back arched, both dropping her hips more firmly against his and pushing her breasts forward. When his lips closed over her nipple, for a moment, she considered surrender, to fold into the strength of his embrace and let him take the lead. It would be all too easy, so familiar and safe. But he needed her, now-needed to feel the comfort of her arms, the living pulse of her. He needed her to love him, and she could worry about herself later. 

With a flash of regret in her eyes, she pulled back, sitting straddled over his hips with her hands braced on his chest. Lucifer looked confused, then worried, as if he had upset her, and she reassured him with a smile. "For once," she murmured, "just for this once, forget about everything else and be with me. Let me take care of you."

A soft exhalation and a guarded smile was her only answer, but she didn't pry for more, lifting his hand to her mouth and kissing each of his fingertips in turn before pressing her lips to the cup of his palm. Slowly, efficiently, she positioned them both, her lower half aligning with his, before guiding him inside of her with a patient steadiness that made them both stiffen and ache. He breathed her name, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure and immediately snapping open again, unwilling to miss a single moment. She held him fully seated for a few beats, nearly breathless with anticipation and want before her hips began to rock. Lucifer cried out and clutched at her, fingers sinking deep into the warm yield of her thighs as she built up her pace. Her hands in turn spanned the soft plane of his chest, mapping out the dips and curves of his musculature with the care and precision of an expert cartographer. It was quiet in the penthouse, aside from their hurried breathing and the rustle and creak of the bed beneath them, until Chloe cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry," she finally murmured, her grey-blue eyes avoiding his dark ones. "I should have been more careful." A breath of mirthless laughter left her. "You'd think a seasoned detective would be better at checking her six."

His brows knitted together in confusion, shaking his head as he lifted a hand to cup the side of her neck. His thumb pressed gently beneath her jaw, tilting her face up so he could better see her eyes. "You don't have a thing to be sorry for, Chloe." His voice was low, steady, and sincere. "Michael is no common miscreant, he's not like any threat the LAPD normally faces." His expression gentled, then grew mournful. "I let my guard down. We were winning, everything was going to plan, and I..." Lucifer trailed off, his eyes searching hers, though for what, she couldn't tell. "I'm so sorry, Chloe."

Again, she hushed him, brushing the backs of her fingers down his cheeks to erase any tears that might have spilt, to soothe and comfort even if they hadn't. "It's okay." She smiled, the soft curves of her face outlined in silver starlight. "I love you, Lucifer." Her hips rolled, swiveled, her body demonstrating the depth of her words as she echoed his earlier sentiment. "I choose you."

Oh, he was helpless then, powerless beneath the crushing responsibility of her love, weak against the iron fortitude of her will, and he, the Devil, Guardian of the Damned, surrendered completely. His arms wrapped tight around her, anchoring himself to her as if he feared he would be swept away by the sheer force of his love for her. Chloe sat back as he surged upward, her arms looping around his neck as he began to rock more desperately beneath her, little whimpers and moans punctuating the steady stream of adoration and affection she poured into him. His lips trailed down her neck, whispered words of devotion woven between each tender kiss, as if he intended to etch them into her skin so she could never again doubt his sincerity. Their bodies rolled, crashed, receded, then swelled toward the other, like opposing tides on clashing shores, and Lucifer grasped her tighter, burying his face in his shoulder when he felt tears sting his eyes once more. He felt as though he could fly apart at any moment; for years beyond human measure, he had been so empty that now, the concept of being whole, of being full, was new and strangely frightening. Blunt nails raked down the delicate plane of her back, teeth bared against her collarbone. 

Mercy, darling, I cannot endure this!

He was close, the lightening stripe of dove grey on the horizon heralding the end of both the night and him. When he trusted himself to do so, when he was sure he wouldn't frighten her, Lucifer looked up into her eyes, as vast as oceans, and took her cheek in his hand. He spoke her name, a benediction in each syllable, and she nodded, lips parted and chest heaving. It was a small comfort to see that she seemed to be coming undone as well. Taking her hips in his hands, he pulled her closer, pushed deeper, her body bending forward to clutch helplessly at the headboard. The urge to close his eyes, not dissimilar to the urge one feels when confronted with a light that borders on painfully bright, washed over him; Lucifer ignored it, knowing that he must witness this fully, must carve these few cataclysmic moments into his memory. Chloe bore down on him, her soft mouth open as her head fell back, the sting of her fingernails digging into his shoulders barely noticeable as she cried out his name. 

It was too much, the pleasure granted by her orgasm and the overwhelming love brimming the edges of his atrophied heart, and as that glimmering ascent reached its peak, as the cracks in his soul began to widen, he breathed again those words he'd thought beyond him. 

"I love you, Chloe."

Like a collision of galaxies that flung droplets of molten stars to the furthest corners of creation, they came together, flew apart, their gravity pulling them back to each other as the supernova faded, and the two of them collapsed back into the sea of rumpled sheets, shaking with exertion and tremulous emotion. It was silent, save for panting breaths, for a long while, until Chloe's hand, small and calloused and so strong, found his and held it tight. Her voice was hushed, reverent, the voice of a repentant sinner alone in a chapel.

"You okay?"

It took Lucifer a moment to answer, his throat obscured by a sudden lump and unable to form a thought around the screaming, unabashed joy and fear he felt at the brink of their new life together. He lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed kisses over her knuckles, ending with a kiss to the ring he had slipped on her finger to save her life. "More than okay." The bed creaked as he lifted himself onto an elbow so he could get a better look at her; she seemed to be faintly glowing, luminous with the first light of dawn, and his heart gave an aching lurch in his chest at the sight of her, at the weight of her eyes meeting his. "I am so-"

Shock diffused the blissful afterglow of sex as she slapped her hand over his mouth, her smile gone; for a moment he felt a cold fissure of doubt and fear spill through his gut, but then he saw the gleam in her eyes, the teasing arch of her brow, and relaxed.

"If you say you're sorry one more time, Lucifer, I'm gonna have no choice but to shoot you."

Against the warmth of her palm, he grinned, and she dropped her hand to his chest as he lowered his head, the tips of their noses almost brushing. "Again, you mean?"

Her faux severity was cracked in half by a smile, and she gave a surprisingly girlish giggle. "Yes, again."

"I love you, Chloe Decker. My brilliant detective." Lucifer dropped his forehead against hers, allowing himself to once more feel the living warmth of her body beside him, the gentle whispers of breath against his lips like phantom kisses. "Don't ever do that to me again," he whispered. "There is nothing more precious to me now than you."

"I won't." Her answering whisper was void of any playfulness, as strong a vow as those performed in churches or courtrooms. "I'm not going anywhere, Lucifer." With such gentleness it nearly broke his heart all over again, she kissed the corner of his mouth. "I love you too. So much."

By the time the sun was fully above the horizon, shining like a coin on a vast expanse of faded silk, they were asleep, limbs tangled, her head nestled into the crook of his neck. For now, there was peace. For now, there was love.

#lucifer netflix #deckerstar #spoilers season 5 #listen they're cute and they're in love and my soul is weak

[senatushq]

“I was younger then, I wasn’t afraid of anything, I didn’t think about dying even for a second. I thought I was invincible. Then I had you. I wanted to live, I started to think like that; for the first time I was afraid of death. I had never felt like that before.” - Sionia

Beaten and broken, Aegnor and Cloud were crushed by Faerinaal and Nyloth, their forces victorious, moved over the city as Lloth's dark shadow blanketed all. The rebellious lorendrow were ground under heel, and while the Matron Mother headed to the new temple of Lloth, Faerinaal headed into the midst of Winter's Mountains to capture the refugees and bring them under the Weaver's dark shadow.

The ring that sat upon Xerxes' finger was wrenched from his body, Romulus' compulsion was broken as the vampire's healing slowly worked to put himself back together. He was free now, free to make decisions on his own with whatever remained of the triumvir's feral mind.

Compelled towards the open gates of the Inferno as their former prison dissolved, many demons gradually left Rome to find hidden paths outside of the city's borders. It was there on the fields of the Otherworld that the likes of Marius, Mazikeen, Kirigan, Amico, Alastor, Caradoc, and Konstantin were all devoured. Consumed by either more powerful demons, or by the Monarchy of Hell themselves as they battled the archdruid Nettelia. Sybella and Bebe managed to escape under the protection of the fey fleeing into the Otherworld.

The Coven of the Ivy reunited but fractured, Virgil, Eoin, Tripp, Aurea, and the rest of their pack and coven put the burning city behind them to try and put together a plan for what they should do next. Virgil attempted to summon Mazikeen once more, but his familiar was already gone, consumed by her patron from the Inferno.

The warforged Vincenzo was smashed to pieces, enough of him remained to stay active and conscious, but his systems were largely destroyed and he was buried beneath the ruins of Rome. Unable to move but fully aware as the war raged above him.

Marisol wandered amidst the battlefield, sometimes visible, sometimes not. Death was brief for everyone, but through the pain of it and the horror of the immediate resurrection, the Fool used everything that she'd learned to offer what reconciliation she could. Again the same faces would come to her and again the spirit of death would try to console both the innocent and the damned, reapers couldn't hold any prejudice, in the end death came for all sinners and saints.

Deep within the city as it burned, the banshees Paloma and Chrysaor were put down. A violent end for creatures with horrific and violent beginnings. Their wails had devastated the landscape and with one last, deafening cry they screamed: "LET ME IN!"

Far below Labyrinth, far below even the city of Rome, the particle accelerator hummed with life. The largest in the world, The Eye had announced back in May that come August,it would be turned on. If only they had acted sooner, but optimism had led too many among their ranks to believe that this world was not beyond saving. That perhaps there was a chance that cooperation with humans would be enough to stop the onslaught of supernatural powers that threatened to crack the world in half. 

Rome had been decimated, the Titan rampaged and directed aetherial energy across the realm destroying everything in its path; the chancellors in their great cumulative grief and rage. The drow’s fortress had collided and what remained was a broken tower of once burning iron, and endless agony that encompassed the entirety of the city. Enraged beyond reconciliation, the Titan and its great defenders took more and more from Tamlen. Inan was the first to suffer its effects as he drew in more magic than his common blood could withstand and burnt himself alive from the inside out.

Renfield walked below, the facility went even deeper than The Eye’s proper base, levels of security kept so tight that only the Overseers, The Powers That Be, and the hollowborn knew of its existence. It had been his plan afterall, one that he’d proposed half a century ago when construction began. One pull of a lever and all magic would be over, but so many would die. A severance from the mortal realm and Faerûn/The Otherworld, a plan that would end all magic and level the playing field once and for all. Vampires, fallen seraphim, demons, spirits, and terrors would all cease to exist. Witches, druids, and Eladrins would all lose their magic and become effectively mortal. Blessed seraphim, halfbloodeds, lycans, and aspects as well, divinity and curses would no longer have any place. However, with the death of terrors then Remus and Keket would also die.

Keket, who’d flung herself from the top of Necromanteion, made her way across the battlefield, crossed all of Rome and followed Renfield into the place she hated most: for this, for something she knew Renfield would not be able to do. Keket moved his hand to the side, then she pulled the lever herself. 

Quiet fell across the city and the entirety of the Otherworld as all magic ceased immediately. Vampires began to collapse as desiccation took hold, the bodies that Fallen seraphim inhabited began to rot and decay, the lycans were made to shift back, witches could no longer cast spells, druids could not turn into animals or perform magic. The drow were affected, as were the fey. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, it stopped and everything appeared to be normal again once more. Keket stood, still in her state of undeath, but why?

Keket’s delicate gaze looked upon Renfield as she waited for the lack of magic to undo her undeath, but the end she had expected did not come. In a split second Keket was already too late as she realised what had happened, the boy she’d known burst into an unknown mass of writhing tentacles. Monstrously huge, infinite in proportion, he grew and grew; with no choice but to run, she fled the facility as his body flooded through every hallway  - desperate to catch the former hollowborn with the prized blood in her veins. Possessed, Renfield filled the facility and integrated into the network, eldritch knowledge seamlessly blended organic technology with physical forms of manmade materials as he took control of The Eye’s extensive resources and network.

Keket escaped, fled into the sky, and looked back in time to see Labyrinth overtaken by the ubiquitous mass of tentacles that had taken over her son. Remus saw firsthand what became of Renfield as the demigod’s great ubiquitous mass of tentacles erupted through the city. The Eye and this realm had taken everything from him, so he was resolved to tear it to pieces. On the other side of the veil he could feel how the Monarchy of the Inferno were clawing for entry, so he figured, why not say fuck it and let them in? Lilith was a big fan of this idea. 

Vampires stopped desiccating, the bodies of the Fallen stopped rotting, lycans could shift again, witches could cast spells once more, druids could switch between forms and use magic. One thing had changed though, like a candle gone out, for a brief instant the promethean flame had been extinguished. Demigods across the mortal realm and parts of the Otherworld connected to it were immediately possessed by The Great Old Ones that had been circling them for years. 

The cornerstone of this infernal plan, The Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods conspired together, knowing well the softness that Death held for Hermes. The Mercurian was possessed amidst the battle, he disappeared and reappeared in quick succession as he brought with him gates and technology that fired immediately. Constructed in the Abyss and the Outer Realms, great waves of forces began to come through at once. Dragons more menacing than any that had been seen since the dawn of Faerûn took to the skies. Monolithic deities, Titans, and Giants landed upon the Otherworld, all the while Thanatos looked on.

The Outer God Hermes’ laughter was menacing and low, Death would not take his own lover, at least, that was what the Outer God had assumed. Everyone had an end though, even Hermes, and even Thanatos. He had needed this vacation and the time together, he hoped everyone who had been slated to die had made the most of the time that he had given them, because it was over now. Hermes disintegrated and the God within screamed in horror before he was refused Uthenera and was cast across the stars. Thanatos set his wandering eye across the battlefield, patience run dry, then departed.

Prometheus was the only demigod not overtaken, his punishment had been lifted too soon and he’d earned the ire of the Gods. They froze him in place for a time instead, an hour, maybe two? The cruel laughter of The Great Old One in his mind was ceaseless as they made him relive the memory of his torture again and again. Then, they ceased and simply let him be. Prometheus would be made to live on in a world where everything and everyone he’d ever loved was taken from him. 

The avariel raced towards an entrance to the Otherworld and slipped through; it was here that he found a toppled mountain, one that had not been there previously. On the other side were the bodies of countless monstrosities strewn about its base and across the battlefield. The Otherworld nearby had been sapped of all power, the trees were dead, the ground was dead, and even the air itself felt still. Prometheus walked through the field of corpses, Mammon, Abaddon, and Astaroth (not Asher Roth) among them. Beings that had been denied entry and held back for as long as Death would permit, it was here that Prometheus found Nettelia's dead body torn in two. It was here that the Inferno had seeked to cross over, finding not a door but an archdruid instead. Prometheus caught sight of Thanatos in the corner of his eye, but when he looked Death was already gone. 

Death was collecting once more and all those who had died and then come back since his vacation began, immediately died in the moment that Hermes was taken. The murdered, the old, the sickly, the accidental, the victims of Midsommar, the victims of the Plague, and all the would-be casualties of this war. They were felled by whatever would have killed them their first time around.

Throat ragged, cough syrup bottles depleted, even the steroids The Eye had given him were all gone; Assan had no choice but to rely on his physical abilities. Thrown from the back of a drake, his daggers scattered across the floor as snacks spilled out of his pockets, it lunged towards him and Nathaniel. Horns curved suddenly from the top of Assan’s head, a barbed tale erupted from the base of his spine as the markings that were indicative of his magic formed over his scarred face and across his tongue. The Great Old One Assan stood, eyes wild before he shouted, “Explode.” The demons that crawled towards him and the nephilim simultaneously burst as blood, viscera, and sinew blanketed the Roman streets. He turned then towards Nathaniel and said, “Bring your father to me.”

Preoccupied with powdering his nose, Narcissus was so busy primping and talking to himself that he didn’t even notice there was a war going on outside his door. There was nobody around to chat with, so, naturally the tiefling had been talking to himself in the mirror - polishing that razor sharp charisma to its infamous cutting edge. The vain creature smiled, checked his features, but then just remained seated as no clear division between malevolent Great Old One and demigod seemed to take place. Physically, a set of beautiful horns had appeared alongside a pair of piercing green eyes; the colour of Envy. 

The Despair was on the other side of the ocean when they were suddenly filled, malevolent magic poured from them as dark arcana entwined with even darker divinity. Horns with a forked tongue and eyes like a serpent, Rome was where the battle would begin so they flung open a door to the Otherworld and marched first towards the gate that led directly into the City. 

While Maddox’s body had previously been torn into pieces, he’d found another vessel to inhabit as he slipped inside. Immediately overtaken, his appearance changed drastically as the God that had been circling him took hold of his body with extreme prejudice. The Great Old One Maddox slipped inside Oliver's body, twisted his guts, and then splattered the walls with the vampire.  

In the midst of Necromanteion, in one moment Soren was fighting for the allied senate forces, and in the next his appearance shifted drastically. Taking on his tiefling manifestation as his will was put down and his body was inhabited by a Great Old One, he was just a man chained to a celestial rocket hurtling through space. A dark deity of the Outer Realms smiled, those in his immediate vicinity dropped as the effects of his paralysis kicked in, a weapon in either hand as the pierced landed in heaps across the ruins of the Necromanteion tower. Evy fell first of her friends, The Great Old One Soren took great delight in stomping on the druid and her friends until they were nothing but heaps of broken meat on the ground of Ruined Rome.

Luna limped forward, accompanied by her faithful conjurations through the bowels of the catacombs. Suddenly Luna’s body healed in an instant, the creatures that she had summoned previously were a pittance compared to what appeared now as eldritch horrors of unknown origins writhed through the shadows and clawed their way into the streets of Rome. Her body no longer her own, The Great Old One Luna burst from the city as stones fell across the chaotic streets, warriors from both sides fell into the tunnels beneath as the great serpent she sat on roared. Drakes filled the skies, wyverns crawled forth, and abominations of all sorts skittered forth on unknown limbs from the shadows all across the city. A huntress of monsters, Dionaeia was snatched first, her battle with Octavian interrupted, torn limb from limb by all manner of beasts: as she lay there, bleeding out, Octavian consumed her soul and finished his sister off. Still, she did not restore him to his former power.

Physical restrictions removed, energy erupted from The Great Old One Komos’ body as a crater formed with the hollowborn at its epicentre. The dark deity’s laughter ricocheted across Rome as he decimated the landscape, levelled the streets as the people of the Allied Senate Forces tried to flee to take cover. Power overflowed as he drew from his own reserves of celestial magic, the need for absorption minimal but useful as he took in the punitive attacks that the realm lobbed at him. Safiye launched herself at him first, a single blast of raw magic ripped through her chest and killed the Shark instantly. 

Harellan rested in the Court of Drow when they were suddenly overtaken. The hollowborn’s body was changed, it reverted to its natural state as they stood, all shadows and piercing red eyes. Their presence could be felt in the minds of all who remained within the Court of Drow, while the illithids had been liberated from the Elder Brain, they fell under the influence of The Secret, they subjugated not just them, but all those that they laid eyes upon.  

On the other side of the continent at the time, The Bottle opened their eyes, reborn. The Outer God that took them was particularly unkind, the people at the inn where they were staying were pulled into their body. The gas from the lines running underneath the city, enough wings from enough birds to sprout them from their back so they could take a form of twisted flight. Vampire blood to keep their wounds closed, lycan venom to weaken those who came into contact with the canine like teeth that erupted from their hideous form. A chimera of hideous nouns, the God emerged in the Otherworld and made their way towards the where they believed the gates to Rome would be.

Bones erupted across Echion’s pearlescent scales, they grew massively and swelled, solidifying. Stronger than any metal, his claws became sharper than any blade, he broke through the skies above The Otherworld, Astaroth's broken and dead body behind him. Echion's great maw roared into the abyss of the Otherworld. His giant tail swinging behind him as he unfurled the hefty wings of bone, light to the air and miraculously nimble, the dragon of bone roared, and then took flight. Like so many others, he headed towards Rome.

This had been Udaeus’ plan from the beginning, even as his hunky body was taken over by a Great Old One, he stood there nodding as if everything was happening just as he had intended it to. Wings erupted from his back as he took flight, joining his brother in the fray as they headed towards Rome together. It was there that The Great Old One came across Nabi looking for a lighter, he dispelled her magic and then popped her head like a melon with one, meaty hand. He then turned his attentions towards the White Flame.

While Udaeus had been in the midst of relaying the plan he’d just been told, but in his own words and as his own idea, Pelorus felt it come. The Outer God that he had been waiting for all this time: finally, freedom from these bullies and reprieve from the neverending doom that was having to actively participate in the activities of daily living. His draconic form on display, he lifted himself into the air as he dictated their targets across Rome. 

Crystals ran up Hyperenor’s spine, they swelled in great mass as they grew and spanned out. One might have been enough for Echion, but why have one when you could be a dragon with two heads? A twin headed crystal dragon took to the skies, its breath crystalized everything in its path, while its wings struggled to keep it airborn the Great Old One that had taken over Hyperenor would never let anyone notice this. The hefty bellows of its wings headed towards Rome, resolved to follow Udaeus’ plan until the bitter end. 

Blades missed Hyacinth at every turn, an application of his power as they swerved at the final moment, constructs of his own design flourished as he pierced those through with his seraph blades. He paused for a moment and was run through and overtaken by his foes before wings and dark divinity erupted from him. The God’s head of an Outer God shone above him and bathed him in a new light; Apollo sensed distress and appeared beside him but was pierced through the chest by The Great Old One Hyacinth’s seraph blade. Diana saw this from across the platform but was too late, Lucifer’s sword ran her through, the breadth of their great family now at their back. 

Fortune favoured Caio and those around him as he blessed his vampire with blatant favouritism. Ayla had also received this boon, she had avoided nearly every attack that had come towards her as a result. Fortune was beginning to change as luck ran its course though, the demigod’s wings fanned out as his divinity shone around him: all at once he was taken. An Outer God in his place who reversed the favour just as quickly as it had been bestowed, Giovanni's face planted and was torn apart by drow a moment later as the Outer God turned his gaze towards the broken city, and to the battle between Melpomene, Ayi’ig, and Nidhogg.

Epimetheus wasn’t possessed because he was eaten by the book during the explosion, lucky him, I guess?

With Eve’s fight put to rest at long last, Marzia had finally won. She had another, much older one, but she had taken to this one. The Goddess of all Illithids, Marzia had come to this realm to shift the flow of time and save her race from extinction. Eve’s resistance necessitated the brief destruction of the Promethean flame. With her powers on this plane at full strength, she connected the minds of all The Great Old Ones and Outer Gods that had descended upon this realm, they would begin their assault here, but all of Faerûn would be theirs once again.

Magic momentarily disrupted, Michael and Tisiphone were released from the necromancer’s compulsion for long enough that they could destroy the rods that were embedded within. Joined soon by Adatiel, Dumah, and Uriel, those that had fallen would not be forgotten. Even without his grace Azrael stood at the ready. The necromancers would fall. Eren succumbed to his previous wounds from Lucretia; August, Efigenia, Avery, and Bastien were each cut down as the rank and fold of the Inferno filed in after them. Elsewhere, Nathaniel called out to their father, only for Michael to go to them and have been commanded to die by the Godly Voice Caster. 

When those from the monarchy of the Inferno that still lived flooded into the city, Tisiphone expected to see Alecto or Megaera in chains. Charon perhaps alongside Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus. Instead Alecto and Charon were both dead, and Megaera the betrayer had joined ranks with Lucifer. The last battle between the Blessed and the Fallen began, though it was painfully one-sided. Tisiphone. Uriel and Adatiel managed to escape: Dumah and Azrael did not. 

Scattered and broken, Vivianne and her coven laid in ruins. Abel was dead. Marco was dead. August was dead. Avery was dead. Everything she’d hoped to protect was taken from her, it hadn’t mattered how hard she’d fought, or how desperately she’d wanted it. In the end Fate was against her. The reminiscent presence of Silas’ ghoul lurched forth, the first two pills were already gone and her body felt like it could come apart at the seams. When she looked out at the city and at the devastation that had once been her home, she had to wonder if she had anything left to give except for her life? The pill could turn the tide, maybe, but it would also kill her. What else did she have to lose? The canister was empty now though and in its place was a flower of pharmakis, fresh, and black as the night sky. A gift from the garden of Death. Vivianne brought the petals to her lips, and she ate. 

Above Rome, Ayi’ig and Nidhogg continued to battle with Melpomene, the relentless Muse that would not give anything until her last breath was taken from her. Melpomene fought alone, apart from her twin, apart from her sisters: she had asked for them and they did not come. Aether erupted and filled the sky, a dance of shadows and light as blades from the Queen of the dark and the Goddess of tragedy clashed with one another. Nidhogg’s great maw snapped, his breath pulled the life from Melpomene’s body but still she fought. 

Outnumbered and overpowered, more drow flocked to their Queen’s side. Melpomene was alone, she was always alone and deep in the forest Mneme slumbered upon the cusp of her last breath. Tears battered aether as the Muse refused to go gently; within the Otherworld she had felt the change, the destruction of the relic that had cursed her sister. The elves would be restored, the fey would find their resurgence, but there was nothing… No great shift, no change. Ayi’ig laughed, so long as the former wielder lived, then they would hold the power still. Titania was centuries away, lifetimes even, another warrior who would not come. Melpomene had given everything for the Queen of the Fey, for her step mother and her step sister, now this pale shadow stood before her and laughed while Titania didn’t so much as lift a finger to save her own people. 

Nidhogg’s jaw closed around her and Melpomene smiled through the pain, the grief, and the tears: because she had seen the drow Queen’s fate, and Ayi’ig’s time had come. If only the Queen had believed her. The Titan took aim, and with the last of its power all three aspects were engulfed in the raw aether that the united chancellors emitted below. 

To the ground the three fell, a flicker across the sky saw Titania catch the falling Melpomene in her arms as the two of them landed safely. Nidhogg’s body hit the earth with a great crash, the draconic form abandoned as the dark elf stirred within the crater; every nerve was raw and burnt. Pushed to a limit that Ayi’ig hadn’t thought possible, laboured breaths saw her in a pit that would be the Queen’s demise, she waited for her loyal servants to come to her aid, but it was not one of her own that found her first: but Pluto. She was a worthy vessel, one that was fit for the True Goddess of Death, but he smiled as only a traitor could and chastised Kore for blatantly cutting down the family and bloodline he was so proud of. The original vampire would not give his Goddess what she wanted, he had known of her desire to take hold of Ayi’ig and had quietly planned to kill her once she was weak enough for him to take on. With the unmatched strength of an archfiend, Pluto raised his boot before a whisper in his ear stopped him in his tracks. 

Lilith whispered: sleep.

With Fortuna at her side, luck was on her side. Too bad for Pluto. One of her demons dragged his body to Ayi’ig’s as Kore’s soul forced itself from Pluto’s chest and lept into Ayi’ig instead. It was here that Persephone opened her eyes once more, Tiamat reborn. Scales of the hardest Otherworldly metal, five heads for each of the elements, Caio at her side for good luck, and her Priestess of Death upon her back. Lilith, her most loyal, and her most trusted. Nidhogg roared in defence of his Queen, but the dragon was a bug compared to her and his head was torn clean off, severed in two. Pluto, clutched firmly in Tiamat's claws would be dealt an even worse fate.

Remus saw what had become of the drow queen, he could see what was becoming of everyone and everything. Lilith’s popcorn bowl had been abandoned so she could stand at her Goddesses’ side, but from the dragon’s back she would take great pleasure in witnessing what would come to follow. By virtue of his ability, Remus was more powerful than any other aspect, the Otherworld flowed through him and connected him to every creature that ever called it home. Trivia’s greatest mistake, an aberration of magic and intervention of fate: when you reached into the dark it was impossible to predict what might cling to the thing you pulled back. 

Remus could transform into anything he laid his eyes on, take its abilities and entire physiology; in his rage he learned that he could blend them as well. With inspiration taken from his fallen son, a mass of tentacles darkened the horizon, he pulled from the five-headed dragon that he faced down and compensated for his son’s weakness by hardening the appendages with scales stronger than any metal. A mind that would consider any outcome, his husband’s infernal power of hellfire rose around him married with the properties of a phoenix to burn through any spell that came near him. Rome would burn and these Gods would burn: this was only the beginning, he’d kill everything, he’d kill everyone, he didn’t care what it cost him anymore because he’d already lost everything. He lashed out and tore apart the sky, a rift between the mortal realm and the Otherworld laid it bare. Marzia’s illithids poured through, the hordes of hell - billions of demons - and the great legions of the Old Ones emptied into the mortal realm from the sky above.

The losses of the Allied Senate Forces were substantial, Pythia had slipped through their fingers, and as their forces turned against one another they were falling apart at the seams. Their forces that had brazenly flaunted Death dropped immediately, the Lupo pack that hadn’t survived the initial explosion were left charred and lifeless, and only those under Thanatos’ personal protection managed to survive their previous encounters with death. Octavian laughed a murderous cry as he ripped the souls from the necromeras and demogorgons that descended upon him, a bloodthirsty and seasoned warrior who sought to reach his prime once more. For every soul that Octavian consumed however, his power did not grow any further. 

Kings and Queens of the Inferno, middling demons, greater demons, and all manner of beasts flocked towards the tower and swarmed the last living members of the Allied Senate Forces. Yeeted to meet the same fate as his dawuh, Octavian was thrown from the tower and shifted into the form of a phoenix in an effort to flee and madly seek whatever remnants of the necronomicon remained, burning everything in his path as he did. 

Crumbled and broken on the floor, blood all but completely drained, Ayla was too weak to heal. Loss had left her starved, the painful ache in her limbs extended to every part of her body as magic charged the air and battled with the infernal powers of the dark. Pelorus noticed first, the God within possessed the spartoi’s radar ability and picked up on the ancient force that surged within the vampire. Ayla’s hair turned white, her pupils blew wide, and ripples of power rolled off of her in waves as those she perceived to be an enemy were forced to flee. One was not so fortunate: The Great Old One Hyacinth had his throat ripped out, a seraph blade of unknown origin bore through his chest and killed him on the spot. This continued for somewhere in the vicinity of ten minutes and when Ayla came to she had no memory of what had transpired. 

Deep within the Otherworld, Pythia praised the liche Tepiltzin as the book sat within her hands once again, fractured, weakened, and incomplete: they would start again. She went to join her infernal siblings and stand the the true Goddesses side, Tiamat. Vivianne came across the pinned, lifeless body of her brother, Eren’s body had been shredded by a dragon’s claws, and within August a seraph blade was run though his chest: a clear indicator of what had transpired. 

The Titan devastated the city further, it rampaged beyond any semblance of control. The great conglomerate of the chancellors turned its raw, aetherial blast towards the very earth itself: if the eladrins were to be wiped out, then they would destroy the very realm itself. More power than any creature could give was funnelled through Tamlen as he was burned alive from the inside out, in a great burst of fire and aetherial magic he erupted and the Titan was shattered once more. Aurora, Laer, Zahrya, Robin, and Nirvaan were all scattered across the ruins of Rome and drained of their magic. The Great Old One Maddox descended upon Nirvaan, but the warder stood as his hair turned white and power rolled off of him in waves. A seraph blade of unknown origins eviscerated the God before the eladrin retreated from the field, when Nirvaan awoke he had no memory of what happened. 

Tamlen, reforged himself amidst the rubble of the pyramid once again, the Laurelin in its infancy had managed to protect itself from the explosion and the subsequent collapse of the ruins. Now, a single fig hung from its branches, the first fruit that the tree had produced, knowing that these new forces would come to collect, Tamlen reached towards the branch and plucked it. The fey were falling and his people were dying, unsure of what to do or where to go, he did the only thing anyone sensible could in that moment: he ran. A streak of aetherial light from the Pyramid sailed through the air, but The Weary was behind him, his dark magic wove a net around the celestial elf and throttled him before taking the fig for himself.

Meryasek rose among the chancellors, but were quickly overpowered as they were abducted by The Bottle who chewed them into his body and then spat them out like used trash for The Weary to use as they saw fit. Taken prisoner, Laer, Zahrya, Robin, Aurora, Trivia, and Meryasek were not seen again. Dareth died once again trying to defend the DaemonKing.

Titania and Melpomene gathered what surviving forces remained under the ruins of the old forum. The Fairy King’s Forest burned, New Rome was reduced to ash, and the creatures that remained were either captured, fled the city, the realm, or they took shelter together; the end of days had come. Pelorus with his great radar managed to find and assist in the capture of many halfblooded, Cloe, Micah, Rawlins, and Elessar among them. Their fates would make death seem like a kindness.

Across Rome those who had fought against one another were joined unilaterally in force against the crushing weight of The Great Old Ones that poured down upon them. Illithids, monsters, serpents, and dracaenae alike swept across the city as the subjugated monarchy of the Inferno led the charge. Fey, drow, and halfblooded were captured while any others were dispatched on sight: useless in the eyes of the Outlying divinity. With them came Mars and his forces, cavalry that Titania had sought and brought to reinforce her people, a cavalry that had arrived too late. For his treachery, Pluto’s magisters cut down and butchered before the Original vampire’s eyes, Harlow was cut down before Venus could reach her side, Juno and her magisters along with Mars and his still-living magister had to pull Venus away before The Great Old Ones fell upon them as well. Whisked away by Titania and her magic, the Queen of the Fey was too late to save her sons or the chancellors from capture, but she was resolved to find a way to help them.

Over the next five years that followed only a rare few survived, the individuals that fled into the Otherworld were captured, many submitted to the worship of The Great Old Ones and pledged unending fealty, and some made it into the Underdark while a single pair fled into the Astral Sea: find them here. 

ooc info:

Dead is dead, feel free to roleplay up until the point of your character's demise. Those listed cannot return as spirits, ghouls or anything else.

Fled characters have fled.

Possessed characters are possessed, you're welcome to play them as such. Basically OP without any drawbacks to their powers.

Characters on the deceased list that aren't specifically mentioned will have either died "off screen" or will die in the next in-game five years.

"Death" being back on means that everyone who should have died in the last few months, will suddenly die. Big mass dying, this also means most of the lycans that went caput are dead as well now. Some survived, Lucas, Romeo, Otsana, and Regina for sure. The rest though? They either died from the explosion or they died over the next five years.

I do have an end goal in mind for who's still alive, world state at the end of this is going to be much slimmer :) so if you're planning on killing someone off, message me first because I don't want you to shoot yourself in the foot.

Next plot drop is on the 14th :)

#senatus.theend #senatus.plot #senatus.event #senatus.viii

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

AO3 fic stats meme!

tagged by @allaganexarch!

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most Hits: push me gently (into love) | Wednesday (TV 2022) | Larissa Weems/original female character | rated M | 12,988 words

i'm not surprised to see this one here! def not my best work writing wise, but it has sentimental value to me! it's very silly and rom-comy. like an early 2000s hugh grant movie but a lesbian fic (which is kinda my vibe tbh)

Second Most Kudos: when the last restraint is gone | The Personal History of David Copperfield (2019) | Jane Murdstone/original female character | rated M | 25,031 words | ongoing

oh okay i actually like this one. i need to go back and edit it THOROUGHLY though, bc stylistically i don't like certain Choices(TM) that much anymore, but i am generally really fond of this one. a victorian lesbian romance with filthy smut and Longing(TM), what more can you wish for. i need to write the final chapter to wrap it up but i keep postponing it bc i wanna edit the entire thing before that and it is Long(TM) lol.

Third Most Comments: it's push me gently (into love)

again lol. idk why this one is so popular (that was rhetorical, i do know). alas, it's never the ones that pushed me as a writer and the ones that made me improve greatly. it's always the rom-coms with a lot of porn in them :')

Fourth Most Bookmarks: danger level - one | Star Wars (sequel trilogy) | Captain Phasma/original female character | rated E | 4,784 words

okay, this one is straight up porn lol. it's silly. if you wanna read something filthy and fun, go for it, i guess! not my best work, but it's okay.

Fifth Most Words: on wednesdays we wear black | Wednesday (TV 2022) | Larissa Weems/Morticia Addams | rated T | 7,741 words

IS THIS THE "HOW TO BEST MISREPRESENT AN AUTHOR" OR HOW TO PICK THE FICS I'M LEAST PROUD OF ADSJKHFHFSDAHFSAD GAME like i don't dislike this one, it's just my oldest fic and it's currently on hiatus bc i wanna rewrite it entirely and ughhhhh jdshffsddsa. i love the idea of it, i just. you know. aaaaaagh.

Fewest Words: the secret | The Sandman (TV 2022) | Lucifer Morningstar/Mazikeen | rated E (probably more of an M though)| 1,053 words

lolll okay this is the last fic in my kink!week series. so the premise was that i basically picked a really nasty/unusual/underrepresented/extreme kink for each of the days in the week with different gwendoline christie characters and went to town lol. and this one is the crown of the whole series. the one in which i rickrolled everybody :)))))))) (not as a kink, just to be a lil shit lol)

tagging: @zephyr-is-tired @alexusonfire @dianneking @notinmyvocab @criseydethetraitor honestly idk who else i can tag that didn't cancel me lol. if i forgot about someone (sorry!) and you wanna do it, consider yourself tagged!

#i will produce my own garbage and also consume it #fanfic tag

[cleverasthcdevil]

Canon Muse Update

Might update my theme so posting a list of my updated canon muses below the cut. I'm sure I'm probably missing some so this will continously be updated.

THE ORIGINALS/VAMPIRE DIARIES/LEGACIES Freya Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Kol Mikaelson Rebekah Mikaelson Hope Mikaelson Hayley Marshall Lucien Castle Elena Gilbert Katherine Pierce Caroline Forbes Tyler Lockwood Enzo St. John Nadia Petrova (fc: Zoey Deutch) Lizzie Saltzman Josie Saltzman TEEN WOLF Allison Argent Lydia Martin Malia Tate Jordan Parrish THE 100 Raven Reyes Octavia Blake Echo THE SECRET CIRCLE Faye Chamberlain ONE PIECE Nami Sanji Mihawk (maybe)

HARRY POTTER Remus Lupin Lily Evans Molly Weasley Regulus Black

STAR TREK James T. Kirk (older, might play younger too) George Kirk (strange new worlds version) La'an Noonien-Singh Christine Chapel Jack Ransom D'Vana Tendi Brad Boimler GREY'S ANATOMY Addison Montgomery (younger version fc: abigail cowen) Mark Sloan (younger version and older version) FAIRY TAIL Lucy Heartfilia (fc: janae roberts) Gray Fullbuster (fc: sean o'pry) Cana Alberona (fc: megan fox) Mirajane Strauss (fc: dove cameron) Wendy Marvel (fc: kaylee bryant) LUCIFER Lucifer Morningstar Mazikeen

#canon muse list

[evil-enby-in-horny-jail]

>>The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.<<

I make it a policy not to anon, but I'm horny and for some reason sending this to your main feels like it would be embarrassing.

I'm looking at a tgirl's dick pick selfies on a NSFW reddit thread and I feel horny for her, but I feel weird that it's a new thing for me to be horny for someone with a dick.

I'm an AMAB person. At one time I thought I was straight. I'd say the last few years of my life have been a journey of discovery.

The first discovery is that although I've been told all my life that I'm a guy, a quirk of my anatomy is a condition with a name, hypospadia, and it's technically an intersex condition.

So, I grew up thinking I'm a boy, and pretty much ever since I can remember, even before I had the most rudimentary sex ed, my body has had a boy's physical arousal reaction to seeing naked women. So, once I had some sex ed, I figured if I'm a boy and I get wood looking at women's boobies, that must mean I'm a straight guy, right? And then left that assumption unexamined for multiple decades.

Then a few strands came together in the last few years that led to me examining that assumption.

First, I matched with someone on OKCupid. This person was an AFAB enby who is on t. I met them. I dated them for a time. I experienced sexual and romantic attraction towards them. I liked a lot about them. I thought their sideburns were cute. I thought their kind of deep voice was charming. I thought they have nice tits. We have since broken up as a romantic couple, but remain friends.

Anyways that was one thing that got me asking questions about my straightness. If I liked this person, and they aren't precisely a girl in the same way all my previous crushes were girls, does this mean I like a wider array of genders than just women?

The second thing sounds silly but it was a meaningful moment for me. One of my tumblr moots posted a thirst post with some stills from the Lucifer show. This person is pan. The post included both some shirtless Tom Ellis Lucifer shots and some leather bustier Lesley-Ann Brandt Mazikeen shots. And I realized I was having the same reaction to both these people, one a traditionally masculine man, and the other a traditionally feminine woman, and they both inspire thirst. Am I something like bi or pan?

So, after this, I started trying to pay attention to what makes me thirsty. It turns out that while it's not everyone, it is people of all genders.

So these days I do identify as pan. I like the pan prefix because it's one that means all or everything, and well if you count men, women, enbies, agenders, and other possibilities that's more than two, and I'm a word nerd, so I feel that for me pan is more precise to describe my orientation than bi.

So, I'm browsing NSFW reddit, and I find a subreddit called EnbyLewds. Of course I start following this subreddit. And so I saw a tit pic selfie post there, and I liked what I saw, so I looked at some of this person's previous posts and find her dick pic selfie posted to some tgirl subreddits.

Which I think brings us full circle. It is a new thing to me, but I do get thirsty for tgirls as well as cis girls and other genders.

This was probably the most oversharing overshare possible, sorry about that.

YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO TOM ELLIS

NOBODY IS IMMUNE TO TOM ELLIS

THIS MAN HAS UNINTENTIONALLY DONE SO MUCH FOR THE LGBT COMMUNITY

#ask #honorable mentions: Henry Cavill and Ryan Reynolds

[seojade]

«  jung  hoyeon.  demiwoman.  she/they.  30.  »  was  that  SEO  JADE  walking  through  the  doors  of  amorelux  ?  i  heard  they  just  moved  in  to  apartment  1503  from  BERLIN  and  work  as  a  dj.  they  seem  affable  &  forthright  but  don’t  get  on  their  bad  side  !  they  can  be  frivolous  &  defiant  which  makes  sense  since  they’re  a  GEMINI.  you  know  they’re  home  when  you  see  a  flash  of  blurry  neon  lights,  graphic  t-shirts,  scarped  knees,  stumbling  home  drunk  at  night. pinterest.

full name:  seo jade

age: thirty

pronouns: she/they

sexuality: bisexual

place of birth: berlin, germany

star sign: gemini

label: the wild child

occupation: dj and tattoo artist ( but like on the low? almost nobody knows. vry good at it tho )

alignment: chaotic neutral

personality type: esfp

hogwarts house: slytherin

positive: adaptable, empathetic, forthright, quick-witted, exuberant, affable, humorous, loyal, characterful, brazen, affable, convivial, embolden

negative: airy, irascible, frivolous, imprudent, abrasive, sarcastic, irresponsible, eccentric, cocky, impatient, defiant, impetuous,

distinctive traits: spiky space buns, chipped nail polish, ears wholly piearced and a septum, english accent (for some reason??)

scent: fresh and minty with a hint of leather and coconut

theme song: daydreamin by 070 shake

aesthetics:

stumbling home drunk at dawn after a night out. hungovers. smudged tattoo ink. blasting music. a trashed house after a party. a rave. flashing neon lights. whispering in someone’s ear. running away from security. a busted lip. red lipstick stains on a hand rolled cigarette butt. shattered phone screen. eye rolls. flipping off someone. graphic t-shirts. leather jackets. a ring on each finger of both hands. scraped knees. not remembering what you did the previous night. giving yourself a tattoo. faint laughter lines adoring tired eyes. the chaos of a lively city. sunlight breaking through the night.

character references:

joey tribbiani ( friends ) , chloe price ( life is strange ) , eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ) , carl gallagher ( shameless ) , george weasly ( harry potter ) , lily ( black swan ) , mazikeen ( lucifer )

personality:

kk so jade was born in berlin and always had a huge obsession with music, especially techno or deep house. even though she already mixed, she properly got introduced to the underground scene at the age of eighteen and it definitely had an impact on them, making them realize that that's what they actually wanted to do for the rest of their lives. the only problem was that her parents made it very clear that she had to finish university, from which she had actually dropped out a few months after her arrival; so a whole lot of faking it 'till you make it until they eventually built a name for themselves and started playing festivals + touring.

they kind of stumbled upon the apartment complex after a night out. they were in seattle for one of their sets and while returning to the hotel, thinking about the fact that she actually enjoyed the city, she saw this big building that, for some reason, just kinda struck them. the following day they passed by and signed the contract for a penthouse.

jade tends to make every kind of decision rather impulsively. if she has an idea there’s a 100% chance that they’re going through with it, thus they may come off as too frivolous and imprudent. def has some people thinking that’s the type of living that will get you nowhere, just like her parents did, but she learned how not to care as they made quite a fortune thanks to those decisions and as she always repeats, they’re in for a good time, not a long time.

defff a pain in the ass sometimes? they have this big repulsion against all kinds of authority and it’s a repulsion they never learned how to hide and live with. for example, they had this big hatred even towards group leaders in a group project, she was def the kid refusing to do anything just because they had told her to do it and instead messed around with everyone else. they were the class clown and the school troublemaker and kind of really took pride in that, even though they ended up in detention quite often and had to sit through her parents’ lectures. to this day she still hasn’t lost this side of hers, it’s highly likely that she got arrested a few times, and each and every one of them her manager had to bail her out.

so you either hate her or love her because their very dynamic, vibrant, often exuberant nature may not be perceived as positive to have. not that they care, actually if they find out you somewhat dislike them... they will make it so that you end up hating them. but!! on the other side!! they usually get along with almost everyone, can hold up a hell of a casual conversation and they’re a good friend to have. they’re extremely loyal, def know how to have fun and although not the best advice giver she will always give you all of her support. may surprise you from time to time with their intelligence... which isn’t a given as they rarely show it and never take anything seriously but!! when they do they’re a sucker for a good deep conversation. don’t expect it all the time though.

whishes to be mysterious but doesn't know how to keep her mouth close. so you’ll see her trying her best to fight her urge to talk and then suddenly give in and explode with everything they had been holding back for like... a minute?

they appear as harmless as can be but can easily become your worst enemy. mostly because she enjoys good banter? enemies to lovers are def her trope (gimme), LOVES the sexual tension between two people who keep on messing with each other.

they sleep around a lil but find it justified because she’s always moving from city to city. plus y’know the whole thing of her only ever wanting lighthearted stuff. but there’s a catch!! they’re actually huge hopeless romantic, develops crushes very easily, and deff daydreams about having a relationship. huge softie fr.

a chameleon?? they’re able to completely fit in with their surroundings and totally the type to gain other people’s accents and way of saying. and they def know how to read the room even if they sometimes chooses not to show if.

#ahq:intro #& intro .

[notmazikeen]

The Villain | Choso Kamo

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‧₊˚✧[chapter 2]✧˚₊‧     

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As the girls walked arm in arm towards the door, Mazikeen was spaced out, not realizing Taiga was speaking to her. "MAZZIE!" Her brunette haired friend yelled as she waved her hand over Mazikeen's face. She came back to reality and stared blankly at the girl. "W-What?" She mumbled sounding like an idiot. Taiga furrowed her brow in worry, "You spaced out. I asked if you were going to drink tonight or smoke?"

Mazikeen looked around as she thought. "Oh sorry I'm kinda on edge I don't know why... Yea I'll drink. I don't want my dress to smell like skunk tonight though."

Taiga nodded and grabbed her friend's shoulders. "Mazzie. Calm down. We're going to be fine nobody is out to get you. Let's go fuck shit up shorty!" Maze let out a smile, she could not resist her friend's enthusiasm.

They opened the front door to a beautiful house. A two story building, with black trim accents, a black door, and black wood railing. A minimalist design, but gorgeous to say the least. Mazikeen was greeted by a swarm of people. Immediately switching to her "man eater" persona. She looked hot and she knew it, but she had to portray herself as confident too.

Mazikeen softened her eyes, giving off the impression of a resting bitch face, untouchable you could say. It was difficult to party and go out given her parents careers, so this little party filled her body with excitement.

"I'm gonna grab a drink T, go mingle I'll catch up!" Mazikeen said with a wink, as Taiga was already eyeing a boy. Taiga winked back to Maze and walked up to said boy.

Looking for a drink, she bumped into a boy. Her eyes widened and she was met with a muscular abdomen. As her eyes trailed up the man stayed in place, not saying a word. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She finally made eye contact with the boy, or somewhat did. His hair covered his eyes and the way the room was lit, it was almost ominous how his face was shadowed.

"Don't worry princess. Looking for something to drink?" His voice was deep and sweet. Mazikeen got goosebumps and shivered hearing him. Her face growing red, she was thankful the lights were dim.

"Princess? And yeah I am." She snapped back.

She was flustered. He was a very tall, muscular, hot man. Mazikeen knew she had a persona to put on though, and she could not let her guard down.

The man rolled his eyes and led her to the kitchen. When she bumped into him his scent burned her nostrils. Yet, she couldn't ignore how feral it made her. He smelt like cigarette smoke and cologne. Wait, no. There was something else, but she couldn't pinpoint a specific scent.

His tall stature made him tower over her. It made her quiver...He could easily pick her up and throw her on the bed. Mazikeen bit her lip and looked him up and down.

"Sweetheart, my eyes are up here." He chuckled and grinned. He reached for a wine cooler to hand to her, but Mazikeen quickly grabbed the drink from the counter.

"Don't call me that. I was just wondering what the hell you're wearing." She scoffs. 'Nice way to play it off. He's not gonna know what a slut you are.' He raises an eyebrow and runs his hand through his black locks.

"What you don't like a man that can dress?" He growled. He was wearing a black compression shirt, it was showing off every inch of his defined abdomen. He had on black cargo pants, and even though cargo pants are supposed to be baggy, his thighs almost filled them in.

Mazikeen opens her mouth and stares at him. She couldn't help but giggle at his comment. "You call that an outfit? Where did you come from? The gym?" Her voice was snarky, she hoped he would get a rise out of her attitude.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed. "Excuse me, look at you. You're wearing a skin tight dress. Your tits and ass are barely being covered." He took a step closer to her, making her skin crawl with anticipation. He was now standing directly under the kitchen light.

Mazikeen's eyes widened and her brows furrowed. 'What the fuck? Is that a tattoo?' Her brain was utterly confused on why this man has a black line across the bridge of his nose. The man smirked at her. "Cat got your tongue?" His tone was cocky. She rolled her eyes at him and growled, "It's not my fault I have a big ass. Also what the fuck is on your nose?!" The man smiled and chuckled. "What's your name by the way?" His eyes were filled with hunger, it looked like he was going to pounce on Mazikeen.

She palmed her face gently, "Mazikeen. Answer my question dumbass." She finally decided to twist the cap off her bottle, chugging half of her drink. This man made her uneasy, but she couldn't tell if it was because he was hot as fuck, or his aura. Something was off.

"I'm Choso. I gotta go. Take care princess." He smirked and gave her one last look before walking away.

Mazikeen gasped and snarled. "You bitch! How fucking rude..." She mumbled. She slammed the last half of her drink and grabbed a shot glass. She needed to get drunk, men aren't usually that cold towards her and she was embarrassed. She poured a shot of what looks like some sort of vodka. Taking the shot she rolled her eyes and left the kitchen.

A hand grabs her arm from behind. The feeling made Maze jump. "Mazzie, they're doing shots by the pool! Let's go!" Taiga's soothing voice exclaimed. Mazikeen felt relieved, something about that man was weird. Why did he just leave her?

_________

It was almost midnight and Mazikeen was drunk off her ass. She had completely forgotten about her strange encounter with Choso.

Mazikeen stumbled to the front porch railing. It was somewhat peaceful, nobody was in the front yard. Just Mazikeen and her drunk ass self.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette. "Where the fuckkk~ is my lighter..." She groaned. Taking a look around she whined in distraught.

"Need a light princess?" Choso smirked. Mazikeen jumped at his words. "What the fuck! Why are you following meeee." She didn't even notice he was leaning against the house. She really shouldn't have gotten this drunk, it was dangerous.

"Pft. I was out here first. Here." He handed her a lighter and turned away. "Bye princess." As he walked away, Mazikeen whined. "Chosooo! Come here." She slurred. Choso shivered at her speech.

It made him widen his eyes and blush. Her voice sounded seductive, making him flustered and angry. "I'll see you soon. Mazikeen Tate." His voice going quieter as he mumbled her name.

Mazikeen rolled her eyes and lit her cigarette. Completely unaware of what he said. Even if she did hear, she was too intoxicated to understand.

_________

Mazikeen woke up with a pounding headache. "What the fuck did I drink last night." She groaned. As she sat up in bed she noticed some Tylenol and a glass of water next to her bed. Beside it was a note, 'Damn girl you got fucked up. Love you! Had so much fun<3' Taiga was an absolute angel.

Maze smiled and quickly took the medication and drank the glass of water. She set her glass down on her nightstand and picked up her phone. '1 NEW MESSAGE' Her phone read. She palmed her face and opened the text. 'Hey honey we should be back tomorrow. Hugs and kisses! Be safe baby.' It was from her mom. "Of course they won't be home." She fell back onto her pillows.

Covering her eyes with a pillow she rolled around in her bed and whined. "Why does The Red Death exist!!" Her voice a scream, but muffled from her pillow.

She quickly sat up in bed. 'Oh my gosh. I met a total hottie last night. I totally forgot.' Her eyes widened.

She blushed thinking of what happened last night. Replaying their conversations in her head. This man had no right to be that hot, and to walk away from her?! Twice!

"Choso... I need to find you again." Mazikeen sighed.

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[ao3feed-deckerstar]

A Solemn Vow

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by Vicky87

"L-lucifer p-promise me…something."

"Anything Chloe…anything-"

"D-don't…come for me-"

They'd talked about this the two of them when he'd told Chloe he was going to become God. And that he was sure that that would be the thing, that would be the one thing that would mean he wouldn't be burnt himself to a crisp at the gates of the Silver City but he would do it-

"Please…don't make me do this!"

"L-ook…after...T-Trixie."

"Please-"

"P-Promise!"

Surely he was dying too, the idea of making this promise was tearing him two, simultaneously wanting to go against her wishes and fulfil whatever she wanted, and it was a promise and he'd said before she-what a bloody fool!?- "I promise," those two words, a solemn vow shuddered out of him just as Chloe let out her last breath.

Words: 987, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Amenadiel (Lucifer TV), Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Trixie Espinoza, Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Eve (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, Trixie Espinoza & Lucifer Morningstar

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Grief/Mourning, Kid Fic, Teen fic, Season/Series 05, Season Finale, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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[meloartist]

Sandman on Netflix was really good, especially Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer, how do you thing it will be in season 2 which will adapt Season of Mists?

i'm genuinely soooo over the moon abt this series rn listen

like. i wasnt sure what they were going to do with dream country. but oh my god the fact that they released a bonus episode means that season 2 would go DIREC T L Y into season of mists.

one thing i'm enjoying immensely is the ppl who have not read sandman, who don't know what lucifer is abt to do. i am deeply >:) about it

some things that s2 could bring, following season of mists, include

delirium and destiny!!!!

"i do not want a grape." delivered in tom sturridge's completely serious voice would make me cry of laughter. like the IMMENSE drama of that scene combined with the dialogue. art

dream covered in blood and having to emotionally cope with physically injuring lucifer. bonus points if they end up paralleling the bit with morpheus covered in orpheus's blood, of course

remiel (bitch) and duma (my beloved)

mazikeen and lucifer being in love TM <3

"....smart, boss, reaaaal smart," - matthew

i think personally the gault storyline could have been improved slightly by leaving the end of it until after dream comes back from hell, since then the hypocrisy would really hit dream. like imagine. dream goes "we can't change who we are~" and then actively has to confont the fact that that sentiment is actively harmful, for example, to lucifer

but at the same time i understand why they would 1) want to wrap up that plotline, and 2) not make their main character seem like a total bitch right at the end of a season, so, it makes sense

basically s1 is good content plleeeaaasee give me a season 2

#asks #answers #bergi99 #not art #but like have you considered the inherent eroticism of the wing cutting scene #also #i REALLY want to see morpheus just #keep asking lucifer questions while doing that #bc i think it would really be hilarious to point out how dumb he is. #anyway is this what it is like to actually trust a show??? #because this is so good and like #where there are changes they make it VERY good