Blizzardprincess - Attempting To Write

I like writing :)

Funfact, the other friend of mine is a lesbian. Along with that they simped for Yukio’s gun skills the entire time he was on screen

SO I WAS WATCHING BLUE EXORCIST WITH 2 OF MY FRIENDS AND UH BASICALLY I SHOWED THEM A PICTURE OF LUCIFER AND SATAN SAYING “They’re not the same character” because they got confused. AND ONE OF THEM, THE STRAIGHT DUDE, CALLED SATAN HOT AND CUTE. LMAO

Funny how their first thing is basically "fatherless".

My father the one that shoved it in my head that "fiction doesn't equal reality". If anything he'd be disappointed if I was an anti

Antis on pinterest core

This is just the tip of the iceberg btw

She tensed with a bit of surprise at how he snapped at her. Yes of course she knew she wasn't exactly being reasonable at something that was supposed to terrify her. Blizzard really couldn't help it.

Taking a small glance around without fully looking at him, "um," she kept her voice low so as to not hurt his ears again, "I apologize for-" she looked back at him as she tried to figure what to say, lots of ums and ahs as she tried to catch up with her mind, "-for. . . Not worrying about myself?"

She flashed a small awkward smile to him, pressing her fingers together, twirling them around as she kept her attention on him. Once he slowly started to uncover his ears, she perked up to attention. Still sitting there waiting for him to say something. Slightly tilting her head as she looked at him.

That was when he attacked. Almost fully jumping out of her skin, falling back slightly as he held onto her arms in such a tight grip she couldn't even imagine. In that instance her mind told her to run, her skin was easy to pierce into. The blood already dripping out from her neck. She took in a sharp breath trying not to just completely panic, panicking even in a life or death situation would get her nowhere.

Even though it went against almost all rational thoughts, she steadied her breath and closed her eyes. Tilting her head to the side to let the vampire drink from her neck.

⚰️ for a starter where my muse turns your muse into a vampire

"What a shame, that door is locked...!"

Sorry, Blizzard, your attempt to just find your way back out, testing random doors, proved a failure, as the occupant of this abandoned mansion has been silently following you from the shadows, and has now decided to reveal himself, after silently approaching! While startling due to the sudden and unexpected speech, it's a rather high voice, isn't it? Either a child or a deeper-voiced woman. It seems to come from lower behind her, too...

Were Blizzard to turn around, she'd find... he's... awfully tiny, isn't he?! That cape dwarfs him and looks like it would constantly get caught underfoot were he not wearing heels to elevate him and keep his cape just above treading range...

Despite all that, he looks smug and quite proud of himself for securing prey! (He hardly did, though...? She kind of just stumbled in by sheer luck, fortunate for him, unfortunate for her...?)

But, would she just be prey? It almost seems too bad, she was fun to watch, wandering the mansion, that almost felt like ending it too quickly...

After his unnecessary taunting (probably emboldened by the fact she's trapped here with him), he'll immediately turn into... a Swoobat (albeit one with a slightly more human face, with dirty blonde her, grey eyes, but sporting the upturned fangs, ears, and heart-nose of a Swoobat!) to fly up to try and bite her neck.

they said what they said.

Symbolism in Writing

Weather Symbolism

Rain: cleansing, sadness, renewal, obstacles

Sunshine: happiness, hope, clarity, energy

Storms: conflict, turmoil, dramatic change

Snow: purity, stillness, coldness, isolation

Fog: confusion, mystery, uncertainty

Wind: change, freedom, unrest, communication

Animal Symbolism

Eagle: freedom, vision, strength, courage

Lion: bravery, power, leadership, pride

Dove: peace, love, innocence, spirituality

Wolf: loyalty, cunning, survival, community

Snake: transformation, danger, temptation, wisdom

Butterfly: transformation, beauty, impermanence

Plant Symbolism

Rose: love, beauty, passion, secrecy

Oak Tree: strength, endurance, wisdom

Willow Tree: sadness, flexibility, resilience

Lotus Flower: purity, enlightenment, rebirth

Ivy: friendship, fidelity, eternity

Cactus: endurance, protection, warmth

Object Symbolism

Mirror: self-reflection, truth, illusion

Key: opportunity, secrets, freedom

Bridge: connection, transition, overcoming obstacles

Candle: hope, spirituality, life, guidance

Clock: time, mortality, urgency

Mask: disguise, deception, concealment

Number Symbolism

One: beginnings, unity, individuality

Two: partnership, balance, duality

Three: creativity, growth, completeness

Four: stability, order, foundation

Five: change, adventure, unpredictability

Seven: mystery, spirituality, luck

Season Symbolism

Spring: renewal, birth, growth, hope

Summer: vitality, abundance, joy, freedom

Autumn: change, maturity, decline, reflection

Winter: death, stillness, introspection, endurance

Light and Darkness Symbolism

Light: knowledge, purity, safety, enlightenment

Darkness: ignorance, evil, mystery, fear

Shadow: the unconscious, secrets, mystery

Twilight: ambiguity, transition, mystery

Element Symbolism

Fire: passion, destruction, energy, transformation

Water: emotion, intuition, life, change

Earth: stability, grounding, fertility, growth

Air: intellect, communication, freedom, change

I can say. . . probably not proudly. . . BUT I CAN SAY THAT I KNOW A SATAN SIMP

A smug morning

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Smut, Lazy mornings, Fingering, creampie, delayed orgasm, multiple orgasms, implied drinking, implied rough sex, tender sex, jealous, possessive

Word count: Roughly 2K

A/N: You wake up naked in Lucifer's bed, and he decides to seduce you. Too bad you fell under his spell a while ago.

Also known as I felt like writing some lazy morning smut.

Images belong to Solmare.

You feel nice and toasty warm, the weight of the fabric covering your body just enough to give that sense of contentment. The glide of smoothness from the material as it shifts is the first thing you notice as you slowly come to awareness. 

The haze in your mind is comforting as it clears after a well deserved night of rest and your senses start to take notice of your surroundings. The rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply, the vaguest scent of cologne from the night before lacing the air. Just under that, a layer of something that reminds you of oak permeates the room formed by the occupant and the length of time he’s occupied the space.

You hear the sound of even breathing, the loudest noise in the room lacking any form of time keeping devices aside from the two phones. A creek of the wooden slates of the bed under the mattress, his inhales louder as the tip of his nose brushes against the shell of your ear. 

The warm wash of his exhales along your skin makes you shiver as a line of goosebumps forms along your shoulder. The point of your tongue slipping past your lips to moisten the dry cracked skin, tasting tartness from the demonus you had shared before going to bed last night. 

Blinking your eyes open and spotting the bottle and empty glasses on the table. An explanation of the slight burn at the back of your throat, the two of you drank the entire thing. A soft noise escapes past your lips as you arch forward to stretch your back, a few pops and cracks that seem so much louder than they are. Prompting a low rumble from the figure behind you, his warm palm sliding from your hip to your stomach and upwards along your skin before stopping in the center of your chest. A slight pressure against the hard mass of your ribs so your back is in contact with his chest once more. Followed by a shift of his hips, and something hard rubbing against your bottom. 

You let out a soft chuckle, feeling his fingers spread and brush against the skin of your breasts. If he was trying to pretend he was still asleep any chances of you believing that deception are long gone. Lifting your arm behind your head at an awkward angle to brush your fingers along his neck. “Good morning.” A rasp from the lack of use from your slumber, one that like always will be gone once you speak a little more. 

“Morning.” His deep voice echos just under your ear, another shiver as his teeth drag lightly against the column of your throat. His lips planted soothing quick kisses along the path he just made. 

“I think we passed out last night.” 

“Hmmm” A noise of agreement as his mouth keeps moving, trailing down to your shoulder while his arm that had been under your neck worms under your body to replace his hand on your chest. 

“You’re so talkative this morning.” Letting your arm fall into a more natural position behind you, sliding your fingers down the firm muscles of his side until you reach his butt and give it a squeeze. 

“I’m trying to seduce you.” Trailing his fingers downward along your stomach to the apex of your thighs. “That doesn’t require me to speak.”

You laugh while your heart feels light inside your chest. “I’m naked and in your bed Lucifer. I think that counts as having successfully seduced me.” A long inhale as his fingers ghost over your folds, close enough to feel the heat from them without touching the skin. A tease. 

“You being in my bed isn’t enough.” Nipping at the junction where your neck connects to your shoulder before he sucks harshly and you let out a gasp, arching to let him have more access to the tender flesh. “I want you panting from my touch.” Guiding his mouth higher, brushing his lips along your pulse point with thin strands of his salvia breaking against your skin. “Writhing as I make you squirm.” A series of wet strokes as he laps at the area where he can feel your heart beating in your neck, noticing the increased tempo of the muscle as it pulses. “Hearing you moan my name while I’m inside you.” 

“That.” You whisper, trying to turn your head to catch his crimson gaze “Sounds like a lovely start to the day.” Tilting your head more and Lucifer lifts his lips away from your neck, his whole body shifting behind yours to kiss you properly. It’s slow and sensual, building the fire in your core in tandem with his fingers brushing along your weeping folds. 

A soft whine that he swallows down, pulled from your body as two of his fingers slip inside your sex. Curling them to press against a cluster of nerves that makes you break from the kiss to pant. “That’s a good start.” Pleased with himself, Lucifer starts to pump and curl his fingers faster, as if planning to make you cum on his fingers. 

“Luci-fer” A broken moan as your hand grips the muscles of his butt harder, your hips starting to rock as you chase his fingers. 

“Just like that.” Mouthing at your neck once more, using the point of his tongue to trace the cords of muscle standing out as you arch your head back. The burning in your core grows hotter from his touch, scissoring his fingers before adding a third. A noise like he’s pleased with you, his breath washing against your damp skin makes you shake in his hold. 

“Close~” Shutting your eyes as you focus on the movement of his mouth, his sharp teeth dragging over your pulse while his fingers flick inside your walls. Curling his hand to brush the edge of his thumb against your clit. Panting his name like it’s a mantra. 

Only to let out a choked sob as he rips his fingers from your core just before you can tip over that edge, his lips a hair breath from your skin. The hand on your chest keeps you still while he smears the slick from your core along your hip. “Not yet.” Teasing you with his voice, aware that denying you now means you’ll just come harder for him. 

As you feel that inferno inside you cool, Lucifer brushes his hand over your hip in small circles waiting for your breathing to even out. “Two out of three” whispered against your ear once you were no longer shaking in his hold. 

“Should I” Stopping to lick your lips as your words took your own breath away. “Should I roll over?” As much as your skin has cooled, the thought of him above you snapping his hips into yours with his eyes narrowed while he watches his length disappear inside your warm walls makes the fire in your core spark once more. 

“No.” Sliding his palm down your leg before slipping under your knee and starting to lift upwards. “I want to take you like this.” It's a tantalizing thought, the idea of him fucking you from behind and your body held tight in his embrace makes your head swim. Releasing your hold on his ass to grab the inside of your knee, keeping your legs open for him. 

“Such a good girl.” A quick press of his lips to the space just under your ear, clenching around nothing from the praise. A slight jolt when his knuckles brush against your pussy, while you can’t see it, you know he’s lining his cock up with your opening. You can picture his length, hard with a few prominent veins, the tip red and shiny from the pre cum that seeps from the slit. A noise of pleasure laces the air with an unconscious slide of your tongue over your bottom lip. “Now to give my good girl her reward.”

Guiding his tip between your folds and sinking as deep into your warmth as the position allows, both of you moan as he breaches your body. Like this, he can’t snap his hips, or sink as far into your slick channel, yet the position is intimate with your bodies tightly together. A gentle sway of his hips, his hand serving as a barrier to keep his dick inside your walls with his shallow thrusts. 

“So good.” Moaning as the orgasm you had been denied already has you near the edge, rolling your neck to try and coax him into a kiss. A brush of his lips before the kiss deepens, gliding his tongue along the inside of your mouth. Just as he starts to flick your clit with one of his fingers. It’s different, but still has your body thruming with the beat of your heart. A mewl low in your throat, a verbal signal to him that you’re close once more. 

This time he doesn’t stop. Lifting his lips away to watch you come undone for him with a low call of his name as your walls clench around his cock as if trying to suck the rest of his length in and milk his balls dry. It’s one of Lucifer’s favorite sights, the way your eyes flicker as you fight to keep them from shutting, the way creases along the corners of your eyes form as your body is flooded with chemicals from your release. The way your jaw goes slack after a moment when you decide to succumb to the pleasure racing through you instead of trying to hold it back. The visible pulse of your heartbeat in your neck as the muscle races to pump blood through your relaxing form, it makes his own mind reel. 

He’s far from done, waiting for you to come down from your high before he starts to move again. Pulling several more orgasms from your body between his soft praises and lingering kisses. At night, he fucks you to the point of breaking you. Reminding you who you belong to with the snap of his hips, your hands bound to keep you from trying to caress his body and distract him. Once in a while, he gags you to keep you from breaking his focus with your cries of his name. A rough lover you can’t get enough of.  

The mornings, however, are for long lingering touches when the mood strikes him. A reminder that as much as you belong to the avatar of pride, he also belongs to you. A possessiveness he wishes you showed a little more when it came to him. As selfish as he is, he knows he can’t keep you to himself when his brothers also vie for your attention. A concession on his part, but they are his brothers and he’ll allow some lenience when it comes to them. 

It’s the other demons of the Devildom that get under his skin when it comes to you. The way they try to be coy when speaking to you in the halls of RAD, the offers for coffee at the newest cafe, and similar dates that seem to come at you from all directions. The piles of so called confessions that pour from your locker when you open it. It makes part of him rage inside of him because his own pride stops him from proclaiming you’re his. That a demon like him could wind up so desperate for a human. 

Instead, he contents himself by flooding your core with his cum. His voice low as he whispers against your ear. “The idea of all those demons flirting with you today, unaware of my seed dripping from your core. It does something to appease my ruffed feathers at them thinking they can take what’s mine.” Grinning wide aware you can’t see the smirk that bares his namesake sin. “I’m well aware that they could never succeed in seducing you from my side, but it’s fun to watch them try. Knowing you’re thinking about me when your core twinges, as your skin grows flush at the thought of being under me again.” 

You let out a small noise before shaking your head at his antics. “You’re not wrong Lucifer, but I sweat sometimes you’re over the top.” 

Laughing as he gives your body a swat before removing his softening length from your core. “I am your top after all.” Rolling to slip off the side of the bed with a swagger in his step. “I did tell you once every bottom deserves the right one did I not?” 

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” He just keeps laughing as he heads for his private bathroom instead of answering you. 

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