Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Lucifer Imagine

I may have a ton of Luci imagines...

"Just a friend, and I'll give it to you."

Nervously, you twiddled your thumbs, staring at the crossroad dealer. "Aight, any choices? Wants? Suitable needs?" The demon listed off, tapping on fingers as they went on. "N-No—wait. Can my...can my friend be a really powerful demon? Like, top of all of you!" Excitement leaked in your voice, thinking how cool it would be to have a powerful demon as your best friend.

The demon dealer just laughed. "Yea right. You can't get Lucifer as your best friend." You blanched. "S-Satan?" The demon dramatically sighed before nodding. "He can be...he can be m-my best friend?" "God, how lonely are you? Go out and actually get friends." You looked down, biting your lip. "Yes or no." You mumbled. "My soul—I-It's yours if L...Lucifer is my friend."

"Pathetic," the demon groaned, pulling you close and sealing the deal with a kiss.

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"Doctor!" You smiled at the man sitting in the chair opposite of your bed. "I want to help people, l-like really help them." The blonde haired man stared at you, his eyes showing his evident boredom. "You're so annoying," he groaned, throwing his head back. "I want to be a doctor—" you shut him down, throwing your fluffier pillow at his face.

"Sh-shut up! I gave you m-my soul, so you have to be my f-friend." Satan himself gave an over dramatic sigh, whining. "Do I have to? Why not someone else?" You frowned, crossing your arms. "B-Because you can protect me." He paused, lifting a brow at you.

"And why would I want to protect you?"

"B-Because you're my friend!"

"Okay, then why am I protecting you—as your friend?"

"I...I made someone mad..." you twiddled your fingers, looking down. "Th-They just made me so upset. And don't say friend so condescendingly." Lucifer leaned forward. "Well, who did you piss off?"

Your face flamed red, and you squeaked when you saw he was inches from you. "So? Tell me, I love a good gossip."

No words escaped your mouth, probably leaving you like all your sense of thoughts and surroundings. "G-Girl, I-I-I—" He huffed and fell back, looking around your room. "Don't you have anything indecent? Show a lil bad in you?" "I...I did sell my soul..." Lucifer waved his hand, closing his eyes. "Soul, shmoul. Don't you have any secret sex toys or something?" His commentary made you go beet red, your hand grabbing another pillow and smacking him in the face with it. He stiffened, narrowing his eyes at you so that you could see the growing embers in them.

"I had a fight with a girl, and she's really popular and I'm just...I'm just me!" The words flew out of your mouth, fingers splayed across your face from the awful embarrassment of it all. "A-And no secret—no secret toys!"

Lucifer poured but let it go, much to your dismay. His eyes flamed in quick anger at your words, but you weren't looking. "Well, would you look at the time," he chastised, "I must be going now." You scrambled from your spot and stood up. "But—but—it's only six!" He grinned and snapped his fingers—for effect—before disappearing.

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"How was school?"

Lucifer was perched in a chair in your room, wrinkling his nose as he read your math book. "Math is disgusting, but whatever you humans want, you get." You stayed curled up in your bed, covers pulled up to your chin. Doubt and hate crashed against you repeatedly, and your mood was one to kill. Themselves. You didn't want company right now, every time this happened—when you fell into the bottomless pit of self hate and despair—you were glad for no friends. "Ahem, I asked you something." Lucifer stood up and stretched, making himself at home in your room by rummaging through your things.