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hi everyone!! I actually need your help with something right now.
my friend alex, who does not have a tumblr platform so I'm making this post for him, needs real help with his car and car insurance payment right now.
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hello, I have a headache, now presenting, banging my head against a fucking wall
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“ d’aw, wook at da’ wittle baby! ” a certain blonde cooed, reaching to poke fun at the messy braids made in your hair by the little boy that left the room just minutes ago only to grab a few things to finish off his masterpiece — the masterpiece known as your disastrous hair .
you see, laddie was innocent and recently met a new friend amongst the boardwalk. this friend just so happened to be a girl, and this girl gave him the lovely idea of doing up ones hair. she experimented on his head; brushing his hair to the side with the comb she had, along with applying a clip out of her own hair, to his. laddie had loved it, so she let him play with her hair as well.
he was given a demonstration of how to braid — and, low and behold, that demonstration was brought back to the cave.
now, you have no problem with spoiling the child. you love laddie, you all do; you just... really love your hair as well and now, after it being so tangled, you're afraid you may have to cut it.
and paul's fucking teasing isn't helping-
your narrowed eyes darted onto his figure, which was crouched beside your sat one —you were on the floor— mockingly, only to growl and lunge towards him; grabbing onto the front of his jacket, golden buttons pressing tightly against your palm. “ say one more word, and I'll shave your head in your sleep. ”
paul's eyes widened at the threat — usually he wouldn't take your words to heart, he'd laugh them off, but his hair was precious to him and you looked pissed. that's why he gulped, shaking his head in a nod. “ okay, okay! ” he pulled himself away, yanking your hands off of his front. “ jeez.. saw-rry, ms pissy. ”
you huffed in irritation. marko, who was nearby reading a comic, burst into a small fit of snickers from seeing paul so scared. you were just a mere human; what real damage could you actually do?
“ I know what you're thinking, ” you shot his way, giving the other male an annoyed look. “ and if you want to find out what I'm capable of, go ahead and piss me off. ”
marko's hands shot up in surrender, the comic dropping. “ hey, ” his green-blue eyes flickered to you, lips twisting in an upwards pointed position. “ I didn't do anything, baby cakes. I'm on your side, here. ”
the nickname made your eye twitch, but you didn't say anything.
just as you were about to retort though, laddie came running back into the room, “ y/n!! ” he laughed, grinning wide. “ look! I found some of star's old hair-clips! ”
blinking, you snatched your gaze away from the diabolical duo, pinning your now curious eyes onto the two clips laddie held. paul saw that as his ticket to flea, so he did.
one was a bronze, metal clip with glittery, silver stars decorating the center. it was plain, but pretty, and definitely something you could see star wearing.
the other one was one of those snap-clips. it was black, a small paper-like butterfly complimenting the tip. it looked old, the way the black paint was chipping off the end, the little ornament barely hanging on. still, you thought it was cute — it probably looked more durable when she first got it.
“ I'm guessing you're using those in my hair? ” you raised a brow, giving laddie a playful grin. no surprise that you had quickly calmed down. despite being mad about your hair, there's no way you had it in you to take it our on the kid. he was just an innocent sweetheart.
“ yep! ” laddie chirped, only to skid his way behind your sitting form once more. you felt his small hands place themselves among the sides of your head, only to reposition your head, until you were looking forward once again. “ now hold still! ”
you sighed, but smiled to yourself. looks like you'd have to risk your hair to make him happy... oh well.
but, that smile of yours quickly vanished as you saw paul and marko on the couch, looking at you, holding in their laughter.
oh, you're definitely killing them later.
hi, enjoy this since I've been gone for fucking decades.
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#paul the lost boys#marko the lost boys#tlb 1987#slashers#slashers x reader#marko x reader#paul x reader#laddie the lost boys#tlb paul#tlb marko#tlb marko x reader#tlb paul x reader
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I rarely come on this blog anymore and I apologize for that 💔
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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 + 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who combs their fingers through lucifer's hair during any given chance. they're aware he can be a stressed out, self-pitying man who just needs some sort of release from all the baggage he carries amongst his shoulders. head pets and playing with his hair comforts him <3.
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who often bakes sweets for lucifer's daughter but saves him a few ‘cause he never treats himself. surprising him with little duck-themed sugar cookies always causes the king the clutch a hand to his chest, little beads of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. don't tell anybody, but he's a sucker for your baking :).
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who has the habit of saying ‘ I love you, amor! ’ everytime they leave, or lucifer leaves, a room. it could just be momentarily and yet, it's still said — lucifer adores the act though, and his heart flutters everytime. he's never been reminded so many times of how much he's loved.
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who makes pinky promises with lucifer everytime he tends to get stuck in his head. — “ I'm not going anywhere, luci. ever. ” - “ you promise? ” - “ I promise. ” — he's aware how much pinky promises mean to them, just the act of hooking their fingers around one another is enough to soothe the fallen angel's spirit.
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who convinces lucifer to have father-daughter days to further repair his and charlie's relationship. he was afraid unsure of the idea at first, but was later persuaded once you showed up at his room with the blonde herself, a copy of beauty and the beast, and a promise to shower him in all of the kisses he deserves at a later date. how could he say no to that? — the night ended swell because him and charlie were hugging, babbling, in tears from the movie.
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who spoils lucifer with gifts whenever they can. he's usually the one rewarding others’ with gifts, so to be the one getting presents in return was surely something. it was always worth it in your eyes to see the man you love light up like a christmas tree just from the sight of a brand new tool set to craft his rubber ducks with. he appreciated it very much and couldn't express it enough!
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who makes a mixtape of earth's greatest 70's-80's hits. they were alive during the 90's/2000's and figured good ol’ luce would enjoy songs from two very phenomenal decades! he ends up really enjoying billy joel :).
♡ ⎬ soft! reader who makes a habit out of taking polaroid pictures of lucifer when he isn't paying attention. you keep a photo album of all of the pictures to give them to him on his not birthday! it's not only to build memories, but to show you love and appreciate every aspect of him. — when you do give it to him, he ends up staring at the pictures for a good five minutes before slowly standing up and hugging you. you're stuck with the king of hell clinging to you for the rest of the night, shoulder soaked in tears of thankfulness.
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I could add more but this is all I could think of for now 😅
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gentle claws grazed the side of the fallen angel's face, dark eyes watching in admiration; swirling with speckles of love and serenity and care as they flickered over every aspect of white, red and the palest of purples.
‘ he is so pretty ’, is all you could think to yourself while your smaller companion snuggled closer into you. his breathing was gentle, as was the look on his face while his lips fell into a small part; snores of angelic muse reaching your ears and soothing your muscles even further. how could you not admire this man? he was absolutely adorable.
“ I love you, luci... ” you whisper, eyes lidding to a close right before you press a soft kiss to his forehead. he twitches in his sleep, face scrunching from the sudden sensation of plushness to his skin — and then the corners of his mouth pull into a smile.
you didn't see, given you drifted off into your own slumber, but he had heard you. and he loved you very much as well.
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I have luci brainrot :)
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“ are you seeing anyone? ”
a shriek ripped from the blonde's throat as the rubber duck in his grasp, that he was working on, went flying above his head. lucifer panicked, trying to catch it as it soared back into his vicinity, fumbling between his fingertips — but alas, it bounced off of his desk and landed on the floor with a weak honk!
blinking in shock, he whirled around, only to see you leaning against the doorframe to his office with a hand pressed to your mouth to stop the laughter that bubbled in your throat, from spilling forth. “ huh — wha- I- did- ” lucifer straightened his back, smoothing out the bottom half of his suit with a clearing of his throat. “ w-what was that, you were asking? ”
oh, he heard the question loud and clear; he just thought it was his imagination.
pushing yourself off of the oakwood frame, you lazily sauntered over to the king, only to take a seat on the edge of the nearby table he had piled with many versions of his favorite creation. even after moving into charlie's hotel, he still hasn't let up on crafting the little ducks he's so fond of.
after crossing one leg over the other, you tilt your head at him, “ I said, are you seeing anyone, your majesty? ”
as lucifer blinked, his pupils shrinking in astonishment, a blush appeared on his pale face, decorating his complexion to perfection. it was rather cute to see him so flustered from such an easy going question. as old as he was, you figured something like that wouldn't bother him — but alas, he's only ever loved one woman; and although he doesn't lack experience, it's been quite sometime since he's been asked out.
“ i- um.. you can drop the horrifics, y/n, ” he started off, glancing away from you, rubbing at his nape while bashfulness crossed his features. “ and, as of right now, I am not, no. ”
this intrigued you. your brows rose, lips forming a small circle, “ oh? ”
but you weren't the only one interested. lucifer has had his eyes on you since meeting you —which, of course, was when he met charlie's other friends; you just so happened to be closest to her, other than her girlfriend— and now wanted, out of pure curiosity and maybe slight hope, to know why you were questioning him on the matter.
his red irises darted to land on your figure, only to see you staring straight at him, seemingly in thought. even so, if it was unintentional, it left the elder to feel a fluttering in his stomach. “ why did you want to know? ” lucifer found himself speaking up, though nervously. his eyes were shifting, and his lips were twitching at the ends, lifting into a coy grin.
sure, he was the king of hell, he had no reason to be nervous — but pretty women as intimidating as you left him to feel helpless.
“ hm? ” you shook yourself out of your thought process, only to hum and look away; a small smile stretching onto your lips. “ oh, no reason... I just wanted to know if I had a chance with the king himself. ”
wait, what-
lucifer's mouth dropped open from your bold statement. did you really just say that so casually? I mean, shit, most people in hell were known for being so straight forward, but- you were his daughter's friend for hell's sake! he never thought you of all demons would take a stab at him.
and yet, the amount of confidence you radiated from that statement alone left him to salivate. he had to thickly swallow to contain himself.
you noticed the effect, of course, causing you to turn your head away and smirk, just for a moment. who knew the king could be so adorable?
“ well, ” you sighed, sliding off of the desk, pressing your hands down to the soft fabric of your skirt to fix it — damned thing. “ I'll be off; wouldn't want to keep you too long, your majesty. ”
the blonde blinked out of the small trance he was in. he wasn't sure why, but his body worked before his brain even could — and he was moving forward, reaching out to you, as you turned to leave. “ wait- ”
you paused, looking over your shoulder to the shorter male. “ yes? ”
“ uh- ”
‘ gosh, spit it out lucifer! ’
he gathered the courage; taking a deep breath, puffing out his chest, whirring back his shoulders- he looked pathetically cute. “ willyougoonadatewithme?! ”
.. what did he say? did he- just ask you on a date?
you were staring at him now, semi-shocked by the sudden question. it's no secret that, even though lilith has been gone for seven years, that lucifer was still not over her. for that reason, you figured it'd take time to wriggle your way into his hands, let alone his heart. so yes, the fact that he asked you on a date was like hearing adam himself announce an apology.
well, maybe not that rare, but still.
when the blonde started nervously laughing, you figured quite some time must've passed and you were now just staring him down like some creep. “ well, uh- is that- is that a no? ”
the way he looked dejected and frowned upon saying ‘ no ’ could've broke your heart to pieces — if it weren't for the fact that you knew you could make him smile again, it probably would have. “ no, lucifer- I mean, yes, but- ”
fuck, why are you stumbling over your words?
inhaling deeply, you turn towards him to appropriately answer; a smile curling onto your lips sweetly. “ what I'm trying to say, is I'd love to go on a date with you. ”
that made his face light up again. his dull eyes shined brighter than any star, and you swear he could beat even the cutest of puppies when it came to adorable-ness. “ really?! oh, thank eros! ”
“ ... the greek god-? ”
“ nevermind that! ” lucifer inhaled happily, taking a gentle hold of your hand. he lifted it to his mouth, bending forward, only to place a savoring push of his lips to the curve of your knuckles.
as he gazed up at you through his eyelashes, he cheekily grinned, causing your heart to arise in a flutter. “ I just... thank you for allowing me to take you out, darling. it's truly an honor. ”
grinning back at the king, you use your free hand to caress the tips of your digits over the rim of his hat. “ no, lucifer, the honor is truly mine. ”
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“ tha’s a good girl... ” lip mumbled, pulling you closer by the plush of your thighs. a squeak rattled out of your throat as you felt your stomach drag down against the rumpled sheets, only to feel the warmth of your boyfriend's breath against your wet opening.
it was a rather cold night when you had awoken lip, complaining he was hoggin’ the blankets and you couldn't get warm at all because of not only how cold it was — but because of how selfish he was bein’. you tried over and over to wrap yourself in what was generously given to you, but it wasn't helping; instead, leaving you to only shiver more than you already were.
the tide of heat that gathered at your feet from being under the blanket was torturous since the rest of your body was cold — that's what made you fed up, deciding to shake a hand to lip's shoulder. only, it wasn't a smart idea, because he let out an irritated groan and threw the blanket your way; mumbling something along the lines of ‘ annoying as always ’.
it hurt your feelings. sometimes he could be mean, but gosh, all you tried doing was explaining to him that you were cold.
so, you rolled over, snuggling into the blanket, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes since you were upset he was being a jerk. he probably didn't mean to, probably was just tired, but it still was... hurtful.
your sniffles had woke him up though. and he didn't remember bein’ mean —he was half asleep when complaining—, but he rolled over still, to see what he could do to make it up to you.
you wouldn't budge, which is how you ended up in this situation.
lip at the foot of your bed, on his knees, your thighs on each side of his head with your knees balancing over his shoulders. you were turned onto your tummy, elbows dug into the mattress as your hands clutched a pillow to your face; blocking out the rosiness of your cheeks and the giveaway that you already forgave this man.
he had been eating away, slowly and sloppily at your cunt for nearly thirty minutes now and still wouldn't let up. you were tired, but of course the pleasure you felt wouldn't even let you think of sleeping. instead, encouraging you to whine and whither under lip's hold.
tongue lifting to lick a stripe from your clit to your hole, a breathy moan was tugged from your lips. it made the blonde-brunette grin slightly; closing his eyes, humming, and then mouthing entirely over your vulva.
your hips shifted in reply; shaking, bucking back. lip firmly grasped at the fat of your thighs to hold you in place, his fingertips digging into the plump flesh vigorously.
lips glided back, only to leave your gooey cunt with a pop; a trail of saliva following behind. he kissed it away — and then kissed again. and again. and again, until his tongue was delving into your hole and spreading your lower-valley apart. it ripped a sharp gasp from you.
your stomach tensed up and you whimpered, desperately, trying not to moan out, “ l-lip— ”
he hushed you with a thwack to your ass. you whined, and bucked back again. “ lip, please— ” another thwack!
back arching and chest kissing the mattress, you looked back with teary eyes, only to meet lip's own darkened ones. they were no longer their pretty light aquamarine, more of a darker shade; somehow a blend of blue and green. still, it was hot. he was hot.
as lip pulled back, squeezing the cheek of your ass, his lips released your clit he had moved to suck upon. “ quiet. ” his eyes narrowed, whispering in a hushed tone, “ do you want your parents to fucking hear us? ”
you shook your head, inhaling sharply, squeezing the pillow tighter. of course you didn't, but it was so hard to keep silent when it felt so fucking good!
“ ‘kay... ” lip hummed, never breaking eye contact with you as his finger moved over your clit, and then down; dipping between the lips of your pussy and rubbing gently. “ so be a good girl f’me and be quiet, alright? give you m’cock if you shut that pretty mouth of yours.. ”
that definitely shut you up.
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if I were a song I'd be some out of this world shit man
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fag is such an awesome word like ugh yes let me make this 90% of my vocabulary
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do not give up! there will always be another pair of dude's tits to fondle
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