Okay so I have some thoughts...If he was never a child, can he change his appearance like age? Based on some trivia on his wiki page- cannot confirm if this is legit or not but it’s a fun concept.
In my opinion, I don’t think followers really understand how much your requests/likes/reblogs/etc. and random asks mean to me. It’s just so refreshing and nice to know that people enjoy what I’m doing and support me.
People that go the extra mile and send an ask or message letting me know they liked my stuff honestly makes my day. I love reading tags and stuff��it’s honestly so cute….
And people who ask about how I’m doing or send me random questions or cute asks….I just want you guys to know it honestly makes my day. I just love all the interaction and such. It makes running a blog so much more enjoyable.
And Fanart/Fanwork? Honestly that’s one of the greatest things to receive. To everyone that draws or writes, please don’t feel too insecure to send it end! No one is going to criticize you over quality. It’s so sweet that you even thought about making something…I will always appreciate it no matter what, and I’m sure all other content creators feel the same.
So, in conclusion, don’t be afraid to talk to your favorite blogs and show them some love, guys! We always appreciate it! ☺️
listen i’m so here for they/them pronouns but if a trans man uses he/him and you call him they because calling him he makes you uncomfortable, ur transphobic
Imagine waking up this morning on top of Lucifer's chest
His cock is still buried inside you from last night because both of you were too damn exhausted to do anything else but hold each other and pass out.
His hands trace lazy patterns across your back and arms, occasionally rubbing over your bum and giving it a light squeeze but never enough to wake you up; just loving, tender touches.
His hands are cold though, they always are, that's why he usually wears the gloves. There's just something about getting to touch you intimately with his bare skin, holding you close, and making sure you feel loved.
But in the early morning hours, when all he sees is you on top of him, still sleeping after a hard night of seemingly endless love making, it's so hard to forget that his hands are freezing and he can feel your body suddenly shiver.
So he grabs the blanket, pulling it over your body atop of his and wrapping you tightly in it before leaving a gentle kiss against your head because he loves you; he adores you, and he can't help but look at you with nothing but pride, love, and ease in his heart:
"My little Darling.... There's no one else I'd rather spend my mornings with. I love you."