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Happy birthday my dear friend! Hope you had a fantastic day and I send you the best wishes! Enjoy your day and thank you for all your amazing posts and edits!
Thank you, deary ❤️
🍵 A calm Safin Sunday 🍵
[Meta: It's my birthday today, already family over for the weekend. So I didn't fill the queue much, but enjoy my time]
Have good food and sunny weather on this merry Sunday!
💙 Lots of Lyutsifer Love 💙
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It’s Pride Month Eve, so leave out some milk for Freddie Mercury and his cats.
Time for the annual Pride Month reblog of Freddie Mercury and his fabulous cats!
Prisoner
The garden is awaking from its winter sleep. The smell of spring is in the air. Small buts are finding its way through the dark earth, soaking the strong sunlight in.
𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 - 𝐿𝓎𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝓃 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
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The silence in the house was the kind that swallowed everything-a silence so deep, it almost had a pulse. Moonlight filtered through the lace curtains, casting faint silver patterns across the polished floor, creeping along the walls like quiet witnesses.
Lyutsifer Safin moved through the dim halls of his estate barefoot, as he often did at night, a silent observer to his own kingdom. His footsteps made no sound, though every movement was intentional. He always knew exactly where you were, even before he saw you.
Tonight, you had stayed up later than usual. He noticed your light was still on long after the world outside had gone still. He didn't say anything-not right away. He watched from the doorway as you sat at the kitchen counter, your head resting lazily on your folded arms, a steaming cup of tea slowly growing cold at your side.
You looked so small like that. Fragile. Like porcelain left too long in the cold.
He lingered a moment longer before finally stepping forward.
“Y/n,” he said, voice smooth and calm, but low enough to avoid startling you.
You stirred faintly, giving a sleepy hum, eyes fluttering half open.
“Mm... sorry, I... I was just going to sit for a minute.”
“You’ve been here for over an hour dove,” he said gently, stepping closer, watching as your lashes slowly lowered again.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you mumbled, not quite lifting your head.
He stood beside you now, eyes soft as they moved over your features. Your hair was tousled, one hand limply grasping the sleeve of your sweater, and your breathing was slow-you were too far gone to fight sleep.
But still, when he slipped his arms beneath you to pick you up, your body gave a weak protest.
“Wait- I can walk... you don’t have to...”
“I want to,” he said, firm yet quiet. “You should be in bed, not folded over a counter like something forgotten.”
You mumbled something unintelligible against his chest, finally going limp in his arms as your resistance dissolved. He carried you effortlessly, your form barely a weight to him-but to him, you were everything. Precious. Soft. Something he’d give the world to protect.
He laid you down gently on the bed, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. You stirred again, barely cracking an eye open.
“You’re staying... right?” you asked, voice barely audible.
He smiled, something rare and private in its nature, a slow warmth blooming across his otherwise cold features.
“Of course.”
He eased into the bed beside you, and without hesitation, you shifted-curling yourself around him like you were drawn to his warmth, his stillness, his presence. Your leg tangled with his, your arm draped lazily across his chest. Then your entire body was pressing against him, face buried just beneath his collarbone, sighing in relief as though you'd finally found the only place you could truly rest.
Safin froze for only a moment, taking it in -your scent, your softness, the complete trust you gave him when you were like this.
His arm wrapped around you slowly, possessively, and his other hand traced a lazy line up and down your spine. He could feel your breath even out again.
“So tired,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your temple. “You run yourself too thin.”
You didn’t answer-already adrift. He stared up at the ceiling, the faint smile still playing at the corners of his mouth.
He loved you like this-not because you were unaware, but because even when exhausted, even when half-asleep, you reached for him. Sought him. Trusted him.
You didn’t know how he watched over you. How his eyes lingered on you when you weren’t looking. How he memorized your steps, your rhythms, the sound of your laughter when you thought no one heard it.
And though there was a possessiveness in the way he held you now-protective, consuming-there was also something tender, almost reverent.
“Sleep,” he murmured, voice soft and laced with something darker. “No one will ever touch you while I breathe.”
He stared into the dark, listening to the quiet ticking of the old grandfather clock down the hall.
In the stillness, with you clinging to him like he was your shelter, he let himself relax.
And for the first time in many, many nights… he felt peace.
Happy (late) valentines day
I had really bad cramps so have this. Ref under the cut
Hello i made a rami malek wallpaper okay bye
(credit to @kikatfic13 for the black and white rami eye collage it is vv pretty)
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Rami Malek as Dr. Lyutsifer Safin in No Time To Die
Masquerade | Lyutsifer Safin x Fem!Reader (Smut)
Masterlist | Part 2 to "Cherry" 6 months after the events in vegas, Y/N has a unexpected reunion with the mysterious figure who had both saved and endangered her life. (WC: 3484)
Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, slight praise kink, AFAB! reader.
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Red Dress - Lyutsifer Safin x Reader
Summary: Lyutsifer notices Y/ns hesitation as she browses items she can’t afford, and he won’t have any of it.
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It’s quiet in the manor.
Snow falls like ash outside the window, coating the glass in a thin, misty film that blurs the trees beyond. The warmth of the fireplace flickers across the room, casting soft golden light on velvet cushions and heavy tapestries. You’re curled beneath a mountain of blankets, a warm weight behind you, breath soft and slow against the back of your neck.
Lyutsifer’s arm is around your waist-
gentle but firm, his hand resting flat against your stomach as though to hold you in place, to remind you without words: you are here. You are mine.
He hasn’t spoken in a while. That’s not unusual. His silences say more than his words.
You're too focused on your phone to notice the way his eyes follow the tilt of your head, how he watches every blink, every little sigh that escapes your lips when something catches your eye. You're browsing, mostly-nothing serious. Just scrolling through clothes and jewelry and little home decorations you know you can't afford, letting yourself imagine for a few minutes what it would be like if you could.
Every so often your finger hovers over the “Add to Cart” button… only to pull away. You don't even notice how you whisper to yourself sometimes.
“Too much…”
“Nope. Can’t justify that.”
Your voice is soft. Apologetic, even to yourself.
Lyutsifer notices.
And he doesn’t like it.
He shifts closer, his chin resting against your shoulder now, his breath ghosting along the shell of your ear. You tense slightly but don’t pull away. His presence is familiar-comforting, in a strange, intense way. He’s always like this: a little too close, a little too quiet. But you’re used to it. That strange, magnetic stillness of his.
“What are you looking at, little one?” he murmurs, voice low and smooth like poisoned honey. His Russian accent softens the edges of every syllable. "Hm?"
You tilt the screen away, embarrassed. “Nothing. Just... browsing.”
“You keep sighing,” he says, voice warm against your skin. “That doesn’t sound like nothing.”
Your cheeks flush, but you laugh nervously. “It’s just silly stuff. Clothes. Things I don’t need.”
He doesn’t respond at first. His hand slowly slides from your stomach to your hip, fingers curling with almost unconscious possessiveness. You don't see the way his eyes narrow, the quiet intensity behind them. You don’t see the sharp shift in his expression-the way his mouth presses into a thin line, not out of anger, but out of cold calculation.
You're too used to being alone, he thinks. Too used to denying yourself.
That will change.
He tucks his head against your neck now, voice soft, so quiet it’s almost reverent. “Why didn’t you add it to your cart, zaychik?”
You blink. “What?”
“The dress,” he says simply. “The one you lingered on for so long. It was beautiful. Red. Silk.”
His voice darkens with something unnameable. “I would like to see you in it.”
Your chest tightens. You didn’t even think he was paying attention. How did he see that?
You laugh again, awkwardly, trying to brush it off. “It’s way too expensive. I was just looking…”
Lyutsifer’s hand slides under the hem of your oversized hoodie, resting on your bare hip. His touch is so gentle you barely notice. He hums, soft and thoughtful.
“Money,” he repeats, as if tasting the word. “You worry about this. Often.”
“I mean… yeah?” you say, twisting slightly to look at him. “That’s kind of what most people do, Lyutsifer.”
His face is unreadable, those eyes like two deep, still pools of water-calm, but with something far darker beneath.
“You know I have more money than I could ever spend in a lifetime,” he says quietly. “You live here. You know this.”
“I-I know,” you stammer. “But that’s your money. I’m not just gonna-“
“Why not?”
You pause. “Because it’s not mine.”
Lyutsifer pulls you tighter to his chest, like he’s trying to mold your body into his, protect you from a world that no longer exists outside his home. The fire crackles, throwing shadows across his face.
“I brought you here,” he whispers, voice husky. “I took you away from all that noise, all those people who never saw you. Who never appreciated you. I made this place yours, too. You are not a guest, my angel. You are mine.”
You feel it in your bones-that strange heaviness in his words, the way he means them completely. With a depth that borders on terrifying.
Still, you smile gently. “That’s sweet, Lyutsifer, but-“
“No.”
You flinch slightly at the firmness in his voice.
He exhales, softening, brushing a kiss to your shoulder. “I will not let you deny yourself anymore. Not in my house. Not in my arms.”
You shift, trying to turn, but he keeps you close.
“Add it to the cart,” he murmurs.
“But-“
“I will pay for it. And for everything else you want. Everything you looked at. Every pair of shoes. The necklace. The bedding you liked. All of it.”
Your breath catches. “Lyutsifer…”
He nuzzles into your neck, his voice nearly breaking with devotion. “Please. Let me give this to you.”
There’s something about the way he says it-not desperate, not demanding, but hungry. Like giving you things is the only way he knows how to express what’s inside him. As if he thinks he can stitch his love into fabric, into precious metals, into every comfort you’ve ever denied yourself.
Your thumb hovers over the screen.
“…Okay,” you whisper.
He makes a low, pleased sound in his chest and presses a slow kiss behind your ear. “Good girl.”
You try not to react to that, even as your skin warms.
He shifts to rest his head against your back again, but you feel it- the subtle change in him. The tension melting into satisfaction. Possession.
As you scroll again, this time actually clicking “Add to Cart,” you don’t notice how his eyes linger over your shoulder, taking in every choice you make. How he memorizes your preferences, your sizes, your favorites. Already, he’s planning another shipment. Already, he’s making arrangements-ensuring your closet will be full before the end of the week.
You belong to him.
And in Lyutsifer Safin’s world, anything that belongs to him is cared for. Guarded. Adored.
He whispers to you again, so soft it’s almost inaudible:
“I would burn the world to keep you warm, little one. All you have to do… is ask.”
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Incorrect Quotes - Lyutsifer and James
Rami Malek as Dr. Lyutsifer Safin
No time to die
🍵 A calm Safin Sunday 🍵
💙 Lots of Lyutsifer Love 💙
Headcanon Sami Malek
Early bird, even on sunday
Church goer
100 % at work as a teacher, in need to let every of his student feel looked after and cherished
Overly correct at work, but clumsy at home
Nevertheless, loves house chores, as also to cook
Don't like to make laundry, despises ironing
Teached by Nuna, of course, he knows all her favourite dishes
At least once a month cooking season with his brother - and when the time table fits, his sister.
If times allow at least one Saturday with Rami alone, cinema, bowling, or just hanging out.
He sees his sister Yasmine more often and cherish every minute to watch his nices and nephews.
Family gathering mostly happend in Nuna's house
In his free time he still works for his students. Preparing papers, attending summer classes or online courses to build his own knowledge, as also language courses for student in needs
Attitude
Let me take care of you - Part 6
Part 1 Angst and fluff
Part 2 smut
Part 3 The morning after
Part 4 Morning sex
Part 5 Coffee in bed
Part 6 - Moving forward