#I could not believe what just fucking happened at the time

[rafesslxt]

slytherin boys hc realizing they were to rough after an argument and comforting you?😭🙏

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✧.*𝑺𝑳𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 | 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾

characters: mattheo riddle, tom riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy

warnings: fighting, arguing, fluff, mention of make up sex, so a bit smut

Mattheo Riddle:

let‘s be honest, he would definetly take a moment to realize he actually hurt your feelings

his pride and stubbornness would be in the way at first

but when he sees the first tears rolling down your cheeks he slowly walks towards you giving your forehead a kiss while hugging you tightly and swiping your tears away with his thumb

"I am so sorry princess, I swear you‘re right. I didn‘t mean it like that, you know that, right? I love you so much I would never want to hurt you on purpose. Can you please talk to me again, baby?"

he would pull you onto his lap and rock you slighty while whispering sweet things into your ear telling you how sorry he is and that it won‘t happen again

Mattheo would just cuddle you for the rest of the night and maybe have make up sex with you If you‘re not too mad at him

"I‘m gonna show you how sorry I am princess." he would be a MUNCH and eat you out, never stopping no matter how sensetive you got.

"Want me to stop? Come on baby, one more just one more I promise." his tounge would flick relentlessly over your clit over and over again, his green ties around your wrists making it hard to protest.

Tom Riddle:

bro would try to manipulate you at first and tell you you‘re overreacting and too sensetive but when you leave the room and don‘t try to reach out to him for a few days..

you got his head spinning

maybe he would wonder why you‘re ignoring him until he remebers your fight which he almost forgot because it was so unimportant to him

i think he would try to get closer to you so you had to talk to him

but when you still wouldn‘t and he notices the hurt in your eyes, he would wrap his arms around you from behind and whisper in your ear how sorry he is

he couldn‘t believe he really spoke these words but you meant too much to him to loose you over an stupid argument he couldn‘t even remember at first

"How difficult was that for you?" you ask when your little frown on your fave disappears and is switched with a smirk. He rolls his eyes and presses you against him, still whispering in your ear.

"Don‘t try your luck too much darling." While his fingers squeeze your sides

100% rough make up sex where he would punish you for not talking to him

"Fuck you think you can just ignore me? Act like I‘m not there?" while he pounds into you from behind, pushing your face down into the pillow.

"What was that darling? Couldn‘t hear you over all the noises you make."

Theodore Nott:

I have a splitted opinion on Theodore to be honest

on one side he would be the sweetest and comfort you right away without thinking twice about it

but on the other hand I also see him giving you a cold shoulder, also too stubborn and ignorant to realize how much he hurt you

but on either side, when he then would notice how you ignore him he would so something romantic to make it up to you

I just see him with a picnic prepared outside at the lake with your favorite snacks and a plushy for you.

"I‘m so sorry cara mia you mean the world to me, I never meant to hurt you. Please let me male it up to you."

After the picnic and you forgiving him he would pin you down, not giving a fuck who would see you If walking mear by

"Theo! Everyone could see!" you struggle against his fingers on your clit. "hmm let them see how sorry I am principessa."

he would pussy your skirt up and eat you out like Mattheo but without the whole overstimulation

when you come for the first time he wouldn‘t hesitate or waste any time to pull down his pants and fuck you next to the lake

"Fuck we should argue more often If that‘s the outcome of it. Me pounding your tight little pussy amore." You would shoot him a glare but moan his name right after, eyes rolling back

Lorenzo Berkshire:

He would be THE sweetest ever

but also he‘s someone who try‘s to stay calm during fights but then when he is really mad, he just explodes without thinking

as soon as he sees the first tear rolling down your face he would walk over to you and hug you so tight you almost couldn‘t breathe.

"God y/n I am so so so so sorry I swear it will never happen again! Shit I‘m so stupid I don‘t even deserve you baby."

when you would forgive him and already forgot about the fight you two had, he couldn‘t stop thinking about it.

he was just so sorry he had to show you somehow so the first thing that came to his mind was buying you something you wanted since forever

a fucking puppy

"Enzo! Oh my god you did nooot!" you said in a whiny tone about to cry from happiness

"No no no princess please don‘t cry I can bring him back If you don‘t – " "What? No!" you take him out of his hands and look down into it‘s cute face "thank you thank you thank you!"

after the day went by and you two got everything you need for your new baby, you wanted to thank your boyfriend

"Oh – fuck yes." he‘d groan while you ride him, bouncing up and down "Bloody hell I‘ll give you a whole damn zoo If that‘s what‘s going to happen after." he says while gripping your hips and fucking right up into your thankful pussy

Draco Malfoy:

he didn‘t know what to do at first, your cold shoulder towards him felt like a knife in his chest even tho he knew he deserved it

he said some things to you in an argument he wasn‘t proud of, too ashamed when he knew you only wanted the best for him

The only thing he knew was showering you in gifts which would work with little things but not this. You wanted him to apologize with real words.

after days of giving you gift after gift he realized for himself that it wasn‘t going to work.

"Darling? Do you have a minute?" he would ask to which you just nod slighty

He would take a deep breath before speaking " I am sorry for what I said. I truly am. And I never should have said that to you or let my frustration out on you I‘m really ashamed of what vame out of my mouth when everything you wanted was just the best mor me."

It felt like a stone fell from his heart after speaking what he had thought for days and your happy face told him it was just what you wanted to hear

"Shit y/n –" he groans when you take him deeper into your mouth, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Just wait what we‘ll do after that pretty boy." you chuckled before taking him back knto your mouth and sucking him for dear life.

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✨Lead Us Into Temptation✨

The poll didn't even finish before I started working on this lmao, hope you enjoy my first take on some very soft dom Luci!

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: You were a devout believer in life, but somehow you ended up in Hell with no real explanation. Most nights you can be found sitting on a bar stool in the lobby, trying to cope with what's happened to you. But one night while in an intoxicated state, you reveal your most hidden desires to the King himself...

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, reader first time, hand job, fingering, tail play, oral (m & f receiving), p in v

"That's it, I'm cuttin' you off for tonight," Husk said sternly, whisking away your unfinished glass of whiskey. You'd been at the bar for only an hour and you've already downed five full glasses.

"Noooo, Husk c'mon...I'm fffffiiiinnee," you babbled, trying to push your head from the countertop unsuccessfully.

It's been a few months since you arrived in Hell after an unfortunate accident that ended in your early demise. But being a devout believer, you were so sure that Heaven would be your final destination. How wrong you were. You woke up in the fiery pit confused and scared, your body had transformed into that of a demon; you had become something you had feared for your entire life. When you first heard about the Hazbin Hotel, you nearly jumped at the opportunity for redemption. If there was even the slightest hope of getting out of here, you were going to take it. But your situation was more than troublesome, considering how you led your life up on Earth. On most nights, you could easily be found sitting on a bar stool, trying desperately to drown your sorrows and distract yourself from the reality you'd found yourself in.

What's worse...not everyone here is evil. It was ingrained into you that everyone down here in Hell deserved to be, they had earned this punishment. But getting to know some of the other residents at the hotel, that couldn't have been further from the truth! Was everything you were taught just a complete lie?! For Heaven's sake, Charlie, the literal princess of Hell, was the sweetest and kindest being you've ever had the pleasure of meeting! And Vaggie, a former angel, so devout to Charlie and her dream, you've never seen two people more in love. Angel, although a bit eccentric and over the top, cared deeply for his friends and was ready to fight for them at a moment's notice. It was all...not what you expected, and you had a very difficult time coping with everything that you had been thrust into.

"You're shit faced," Husk snapped back. "Look, I know you're havin' a hard time with all this. But drinking away your issues ain't gonna solve any of 'em. You need to sleep this off." He watched you stumble off the bar stool, your one foot catching the other, resulting in a rather pitiful fall onto the carpet. But you couldn't feel anything, the alcohol helped mask the pain you were sure to feel tomorrow. You couldn't help but giggle at your own clumsiness. "Oh, for fuck's sake..." Husk grumbled.

Before you could even attempt to pull yourself off the ground, you saw a pair of black boots approaching you in a rather hurried manner.

"Woah!" the voice exclaimed, "Are you alright? Here, let me help you!" In no time, your limp body went from lying on the lobby floor to being hoisted up and helped back onto the bar stool you fell from. You turned your head to see Lucifer's concerned face staring back at you. "Husk, what happened?"

"She's drunk," the cat demon explained, "I told her she was done drinkin' for the night and she ate shit trying to stand up. I was about to help her back to her room-"

All of a sudden, a shadowy presence started to form behind the bar. A static filled laugh was heard before Alastor had popped up, startling the bar tender. "Husker, my good man!," the radio demon bellowed, "it seems as though I am in need of your assistance."

"Fuck! Why can't you just walk in here like a normal fucking person?" Husk grumbled.

Alastor only responded with a light chuckle before fixing his attention on you. "My, my, what have we here?" Alastor taunted. You could have sworn you heard a low growl coming from Lucifer beside you. "I say, my dear, I've never seen you look worse than you do now. What a pity, all of those teachings really didn't help you in the long run, now did they?"

You felt tears threatening to fall from your eyes at Alastor's cruel words. If you were sober, you would have run the other direction as fast as you could. Alastor had been the other real soul you met who you knew with every fiber of your being belonged in this pit. But considering you had no inhibitions and clearly no chance of getting away, you picked your head up and slammed your fists on the table in righteous anger.

"Ohhh, eat shit youuuu *hic* smiling prick!" You tried to stand up once more, only for your legs to buckle underneath you. Luckily, Lucifer had caught you before your face had met with the carpet again. "I-I don't deserve this! 'Least I'm TRYING to redeem m'self!"

Alastor's malicious grin never faltered. "Oh, and what a fabulous job you're doing! I do wonder how a woman such as yourself has fallen so far from grace."

"Fuck off, radio freak," Lucifer snarled, barring his teeth and his eyes shifting to a deep crimson red and yellow.

“Oh, ho ho! Seems as though I’ve struck a nerve,” Alastor mocked. He made his way around the bar, now towering over you and the fallen angel. “Tell me, your highness, what is your fascination with this lost soul, hmm? I’m so utterly curious as to why you would give her the time of day when all she does is wallow in her self-pity and-”

“I. SAID. FUCK. OFF.” the king spat, his eyes now changing into a solid red and his voice deepening to match his threat. Though your vision was hazy, you noticed his horns had burst out from his temples. Whether it was the alcohol or something else entirely, your face suddenly felt very, very hot. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Despite the immense danger, Alastor could only muster a sly grin. “It’s very rude to ignore my question.”

“I don’t have to do anything for you! Or have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” The way Lucifer spoke sent a shiver down your spine. “The only reason that you’re not a mangled corpse on the ground right now is because of my daughter. So, if you want to stay in one piece, I’d walk away right now if I were you…”

The two men's faces were just inches away from each other now. Alastor’s eye twitched as he glared back at Lucifer with pure distain. His eyes shifted to you only for a brief moment before standing up straight and smirking to himself.

“I suppose it really is no business of mine as to how you choose to mingle with the guests here,” the radio demon resolved. He turned around to walk away, but not before glancing at you once more over his shoulder. “They’re lost causes anyway. Come along, Husker!”

Lucifer’s demonic traits disappeared as Alastor finally left the parlor. “I hate that man.” He looked at Husk empathetically. “If I could break your arrangement with him, I would. I’m sorry. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” With that, Husk nodded and followed the radio demon down the hall, leaving you and Lucifer alone at the now empty bar.

You started to bawl as you clung to Lucifer for support. Immediately, he rushed you over to the couch and sat you down next to him, letting you cry into the crook of his neck.

"Hey, hey, shh," Lucifer soothed. "It's alright. Alastor won't bother you anymore, I'll make sure of it."

"It's n-not him," you sniffled, "it's everything! Al-stor's right, there's no savin' me."

Lucifer pulled you away from him, placing a hand under your chin as he looked into your glassy eyes. "Now what makes you say that?"

Another tear rolled down your face. "Is like he said, what I was taught up there...nothing's true! Welllll, except..." you placed your hand over the one holding your face tenderly. "Theeeyyyyy did say that you, Luciferrrr, were heaven's prettiest angel. They def-liny didn't lie about that!"

You noticed a small blush creep across Lucifer's face at your words. He pulled his and away from your face to clear his throat, glancing away from you. "T-Thank you. That's umm, very kind of you."

You chuckled to yourself, scootching your body closer him. "Do you mind if I *hic*, lay down, jus' for a sec. Gettin' sleepy.

"Yeah, of course!" Lucifer smiled, but only for a moment. "W-Wait, hold on!"

But by the time he tried to warn you, your head had already fallen into his lap. You smiled up at the flustered man and chuckled, the heat returning to your face once more. "You got soft legs, hehe!"

Lucifer inhaled sharply. "Husk was right, you really are drunk. Wouldn't you feel more comfortable laying your head on a pillow?"

"Nnnnope!" you replied.

"Alright then," the king breathed and massaged the back of his neck, doing his best to hide how tense he'd become from your sudden closeness.

"H-Hey," you called up to him, "why'd youuu...why'd you protect me jus' now? From Al-stor. You *hic* didn't have to..."

He looked down at you softly, brushing away the hair that had fallen in your face. "I don't like bullies. You didn't deserve that, and Alastor knows that for his sake that he shouldn't get on my bad side."

"Never seen you so mad." you mumbled.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he apologized, continuing to play with you hair. "I don't like bringing out that side of me. But Alastor really likes to push his luck for some bizarre reason."

"Awww," you pouted, "is too bad. I liked seeing that side of ya. It was HOT!"

Lucifer stopped his movements completely. “I-I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” you responded poking at his chest. “What? Did ya think jus’ cuz I was a believer when I was alive that I’d be SCARED of ya? Maybe at first. Not anymore! I’m already in Hell soooo there’s no point in hidin’ it, is there?”

“Hiding what, exactly?” Lucifer gulped as if he was almost too afraid to ask.

You giggles and hid your face with your hands. “Noooo, you’re jus’ gonna laugh at meeee!”

Lucifer let out an amused hum. He gently took ahold of your wrists and lowered your hands away from your now completely beet-colored face. “I promise I won’t laugh at you, my dear. You’ve very much piqued my curiosity! And I’m very good at keeping secrets, you know! So please, let me keep yours.” He let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall onto your chest. You watched as he leaned closer to you, his half-lidded eyes piercing your very soul. “Won’t you tell me, my sweet angel?”

"I...*hic* I umm..." you babbled. It was clear that you were struggling to answer.

"Mind if I take a guess?" Lucifer offered as he went back to playing with your loose locks of hair. "Is it possible that you have a little crush on-"

"I WAN' YOU TO FUCK ME STUPID TILL I CAN'T 'MEMBER MY NAME!" you blurted out without any reservations.

"-me..." Lucifer froze at your confession. You could hear the sound of a pin drop with the deafening silence that now filled the air. With a big inhale, he straightened his back fully, placing both of his hands under you in a flash, not daring to look down at you. "Well, I-I think it's about time we got you to bed!" he nearly shouted as he scooped you up in his arms and stood up faster than normal.

You let out a small squeak of surprise with his sudden motion. With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared next to you and he quickly carried you across the threshold and into your dimly lit room. With a flick of his wrist, your bedsheets were undone and Lucifer was able to lay you down gently onto your mattress. He reached over you to grab your undone comforter and pulled it on top of you, covering everything but your head.

"Okay! Uhh, s-sleep well!" Lucifer went to run through the portal, but not before you were able to grab his sleeve.

"D-Did I upset you?" you asked nearly on the verge of tears again? Lucifer still hadn't looked at you.

"N-No! No, angel, you didn't upset me!" he tried to sooth you, but you weren't buying it. You couldn't stop more tears running down your face. When Lucifer heard your quiet cries, he finally turned towards you in a state of sheer panic. "Ahh, no!" He kneeled down next to you, wiping your tears away with his free hand. "Please don't cry! I promise I'm not upset!"

"Knew it was stupid...," you sobbed, "shouldn't have told you..."

"Don't say that," the fallen angel cooed. "Okay, okay, look...If uhh, we're admitting things right now, I might as well too. Would that make you feel better?"

You sniffled a bit. "M-Maybe..."

Lucifer shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "I've had...similar feelings...about you, that is. So...no more tears, okay?"

You stared at the man before you, completely and utterly baffled by what you had just heard. "R-Really?"

"Yes," he whispered. "But we can talk about this tomorrow, yeah? You need some sleep; it looks like you're about to pass out."

He was right. Your eyelids felt as though they could give out at any moment, and the warmth from your blanket wasn't helping you stay conscious either. As Lucifer stood up, you still clung to his sleeve like your life depended on it. "Stay?" you almost begged.

He smiled weakly, taking your hand from his sleeve, and placing a small peck on the back of it. "Not tonight," he responded. "Sleep now, darling. I'll see you when you wake." You couldn't find the strength to respond, letting yourself drift off to sleep as Lucifer left you to dream.

Little did you know that he had disappeared to take a very cold shower.

****

When you regained consciousness, you felt the familiar pounding in your head after a heavy night of drinking. Begrudgingly you dragged yourself out of you bed and forced your way to your bathroom for a much needed shower. You realized when you glanced towards the mirror that you never changed out of your clothes from yesterday. In fact, you don't even remember how you got back to your room last night, Everything was such a blur, and it hurt to think with the major headache you were experiencing at the moment. The last thing you could recall was falling off the bar stool, the pain you felt in your shoulder was enough of a reminder. Once you stepped in the hot shower, you felt a little better, but only a little bit. You tried to rack your brain for answers, trying to remember exactly what happened after you fell. You ran your fingers through your hair, letting the water soak your aching body. But in doing so, something had clicked. That motion had unlocked a foggy memory. Your hair. Someone had run their hands through your hair last night, but you couldn't for the life of you remember who. It was gentle, soft, tender. But who would do that?

After a few minutes, you stepped out of the shower and threw on one of the sundresses you had hanging in your closet. You really didn't feel like putting a ton of effort into your clothing choices today. Hopefully Charlie would forgive you for skipping out on her planned activity today and let you recover. You realized after that initially thought that you didn't even know what time is was. Chances were you had already missed it. With a groan, you plopped down back onto the mattress, your hair still damp.

"What's the matter with me," you asked yourself. "How do I expect to be redeemed when all I do is sabotage my chances by getting wasted every night?" Your headache persisted as you laid in your bed, you almost wanted to cry from the pain. But then, you heard a soft knocking at your door. Charlie, you thought. More than likely she was checking in on you to make sure you were alright. "I'll be there in a second!" you called out. The volume of your own voice didn't help your hangover in the slightest. You grabbed one of the small pillows off your bed for comfort and trudged your way to your door. "I'm really sorry I slept in Charlie," you spoke as you turned the door handle, "it was a...really rough night for me and I-" you stopped completely once you opened the door fully. Charlie, in fact, was not the one who had knocked.

"Yeah, you really did get put through the ringer last night, didn't you?" Lucifer smiled at you. The pillow you held fell to the floor with a soft thud.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry, sir!” You stuttered. “I-I thought you were Charlie! Did-Did she send you?”

Lucifer looked at you with a puzzled stare. “Uhh, no, no she didn’t. I told her what happened last night and let her know I’d check in on you like I promised.”

“Promised?” you asked, but Lucifer didn’t seem to hear you.

“And you don’t have to refer to me as “sir,” my dear, “Lucifer” is just fine! I mean, you used my name just fine last night!”

Your heart stopped. “L-Last night? Oh no…what…what happened last night?”

Lucifer gawked at your question. “Wait, do you not remember anything?” You shook your head timidly. “Oh dear…well, nothing bad happened, I promise! What’s the last thing you can remember doing?”

You looked down at the floor sheepishly, embarrassed to admit the real answer. “The last thing I can remember is falling off the bar stool and…landing on my face…”

Lucifer stood there and pondered for a few seconds before speaking again. “Do you mind if I come in?”

“Oh, umm, yeah, y-you can come in,” you agreed. You picked up the pillow you had dropped and opened the door for Lucifer to saunter in. “I’m sorry I look like a mess right now, I-I just got out of the shower and my hair isn’t completely dry yet and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright!” Lucifer interrupted. “You don’t need to apologize. You look lovely, in any case.”

You brought the pillow in your hands up to your face in an attempt to hide your blush. “T-Thank you,” your muffled voice came through the pillow. "I-If you want, you can sit down on my b-ahh fuck!" One hand came up to your forehead when you felt your head pounding from the pressure that's been building since you woke up. This was definitely one of your worst hangovers to date.

"Oh! Are you alright?" Lucifer asked, his voice laced with deep concern.

"My head..." you choked out. You made your way over to your bed, crawling up to the top and cradling the pillow in your arms "Hangovers are never really kind to me."

Lucifer frowned, seating himself down on the edge of your mattress next to you. You felt your face flare up again when you looked up at his worried expression. "Can I help you? I can alleviate the pain. You only need ask."

"Y-you can?"

"Sure! Angelic power and all that." His hand hovered just above your forehead. "May I?"

"Yes," you breathed. With that, you felt his soft hand make contact with your aching head. You felt a warm tingling sensation emanating from his touch. It didn't hurt nor was it unpleasant, it was healing. Without thinking, you leaned further into his touch, letting the warmth spread throughout your entire body. Your headache slowly began to fade away along with the fogginess that had been plaguing you since you woke up. As his touch lingered, you realized you were able to think more clearly than before, memories from last night started to become clearer and clearer. You remembered Lucifer had come to your rescue after you'd fallen. You remembered Alastor had shown up to mock you in your drunken stupor, only for Lucifer to step in and defend you. You remember sobbing with Lucifer while he comforted you. Then you remembered...

You shot straight up, your heart racing a million miles a second, with Lucifer throwing his hand back in surprise. "What? What happened? Did I hurt you?" Lucifer asked in a panic.

"I'm..." you began, "I'm starting to remember things from last night." You clutched the pillow tight to your chest, refusing to look in the fallen angel's direction. "Please tell me I didn't actually lay down in your lap..."

"Uhh, well...," You could tell from his response that that's exactly what had happened.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" you apologized. "I shouldn't have done that! I-I know I drank way too much last night, I should have stopped, I didn't realize that-"

Lucifer's hand immediately flew to your shoulder in an attempt to get you to stop you from completely spiraling. "Darling, you don't need to apologize for that! You weren't feeling great so you just, ya know, used me as a pillow. And besides, it's not like I disliked it either."

"W-What?!" you nearly shrieked. Another realization had hit you just then. "You! You were the one that was playing with my hair! That's the only thing I could remember when I woke up!" You buried your face in the pillow once more. "If I said anything embarrassing..."

You heard Lucifer swallow hard. "I guess uhh, it depends on your definition of the word."

"Oh God, please no..." you pleaded. "What did I say?"

Lucifer held up his hand again as an offering, a weary smile on his face. "I can help you to remember, if you wish."

You let out a shaky breath but nodded in agreement. Lucifer's hand once again found its way to your forehead, a familiar warmth flowing through you once more. You closed your eyes and saw the images from last night flash before you. You saw yourself looking up at Lucifer who'd just asked you to tell him your little secret. But as soon as you remembered the drunken words that flew from your mouth at that moment, your eyes shot open and you flung yourself to the opposite side of the bed, as far away from Lucifer as possible.

"No. No! Nononononono!" you panicked, "I didn't-I mean I couldn't have, I...NO!" You couldn't stop yourself from crying into the pillow, ashamed and embarrassed at the thought of your past actions. "This is a nightmare..."

You felt the bed shifting beneath you as Lucifer crawled toward you hesitantly. "I'm sorry," he murmured behind you, "I know you must be feeling a lot of different emotions right now, but it's alr-"

"NO, IT'S NOT ALRIGHT!" You snapped, jumping from the bed in an attempt to put as much distance between you and him as possible. Your rage was quickly replaced with remorse when you saw Lucifer's shocked, almost hurt expression. You took a deep breath before speaking again. "I didn't mean you scream at you like that, I'm sorry...but you don't understand..."

"Then help me understand," Lucifer asked, now kneeling on the bed. "Please?"

You looked away from him and down to the ground, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest at the thought of explaining yourself to the literal king of Hell. "I...I grew up in church. I was raised as a believer. Told to be a “good girl." I was taught my entire life that Hell was a place to be feared, a place where the most evil of people end up. And I would be wise to fear it as well and repent so I would not end up there...uhh, here. That clearly didn't help me now, did it?" You let yourself drop to the bed again, letting your legs dangle over the sides. "My entire worldview just seemed to crumble around me when I started staying here at the hotel. Sure, there are some awful people here, but...it feels as though this "divine judgement" is...just completely fucked up! The guests here are better people than most believers I knew when I was alive! How is that right? How is that fair?!"

"Well," Lucifer interjected, "I can tell you first hand that Heaven is definitely not what it seems. I mean, have you seen the things they've said about me in that book of theirs?" he laughed, trying his best to lighten the mood.

You twisted your head over your shoulder, staring back at him with complete intensity. "And you!" You shot back up on your feet in an instant, pacing back and forth as Lucifer watched you completely mesmerized. "Where do I even start with you? You're Lucifer, the devil himself, the great deceiver, and temptation incarnate! Everything I was ever told about you is bullshit! You've been nothing but hospitable ever since I've been here! You protected me from Alastor last night! You took care of me while I was drunk! You didn't have to do any of those things, you shouldn't have done any of those things! You're not evil and it's...it's driving me to the brink! When Charlie had told me that you were her father, I was PETRIFIED! But nothing could have prepared me for finding out who you really were."

Lucifer slowly crawled towards you, climbing off the bed and now standing before you, perhaps just a tad too close for your comfort. "And who am I?" he asked softly.

Instinctively, your body drew itself closer and closer to his, as if you had no control of your movements anymore. "You're...an angel," you sighed.

Lucifer smiled at you, timidly resting his hand on your forehead. "Would you like to remember the rest of last night?"

"I already embarrassed myself enough to the point of no return so I might as well," you huffed shyly.

Lucifer chuckled, "Don't worry, the worst is over. But at least now you'll get to remember my favorite part."

The last of your aches in your body finally subsided as you let the rest of your previously forgotten memories flood your mind. It made sense that Lucifer would have been the one to bring you back to your room. Seeing yourself cry was not surprising to you, but what was surprising was Lucifer's admittance of reciprocated desires. You opened your eyes at last to the angel's sheepish grin. You took a half step away from him, your face feeling like the core of a raging volcano.

"You...you really..." was all you could muster.

"I'm not above embarrassing myself either, my dear," he joked, "I'd say we're even now."

"T-That's not even remotely close to being even!" you babbled.

Lucifer grinned and closed the gap between the two of you, taking one of your hands in his. "Regardless," he mused, "I meant what I said. Every word. And if you'd like to discuss this further, I'd be more than happy to listen." He pressed a small peck to the back of your hand just as he did last night. Even though your hangover had completely vanished, the brain fog had come back in full force. Maybe Lucifer was truly temptation incarnate.

"I-I can't believe this," you stutter, pulling your hand away from his and throwing yourself back onto your bed and covering your reddened face with your hands. "This has to be a dream, there's no way this is real! I'm sure I'm still passed out drunk right now! You're not supposed to be this way! You're supposed to be cruel and wicked and manipulative! Not..."

"Suave and oh so devilishly handsome?" Lucifer smirked.

"You're not helping!" You felt the mattress fold further under Lucifer's weight as he sat down next to you. "So...w-what happens now?"

"I mean, I can think of a few things," he answered smugly. "But in all seriousness, nothing will happen. Not unless you say otherwise."

"See, it's stuff like that!" you shouted, suddenly sitting up right. "Being respectful and considerate, constantly making sure I'm comfortable? That's not who you're supposed to be! I've just been fucking lied to my whole life and I'm PISSED and I'm finding it extremely difficult to not just...just...oh FUCK IT!"

Without warning, you grabbed Lucifer by the collar and crashed your lips into his. He let out a surprised yelp, but you had quickly swallowed it as his shock turned into pure bliss. His hands quickly found your face, cupping them and massaging your red-hot cheeks with his thumbs. Your annoyance had faded almost immediately, your fierce kiss had turned soft and passionate with his tender touch. You were the first to pull away, only to be met with Lucifer's pleading gaze.

"S-So much for being a good girl," Lucifer teased.

You pushed his face away gently. "I hate you!"

"That kiss suggested otherwise, darling."

"You should stop talking," you threatened.

"You should make me," he challenged.

In an instant, you were straddling Lucifer’s lap, your legs flush against his. You gripped the brim of his hat and tossed it to the floor below. You leaned in for another kiss, but this one was hungrier, needier. His lips were soft and you had already become addicted to his taste. You felt his jagged tongue brush against your bottom lip, and you pulled back in shock. “Is your tongue…” Lucifer flashed a cheeky smile and stuck out his tongue playfully. Sure enough, a forked snake tongue hung between his lips. “O-Oh, okay…” You weren’t sure how you never noticed before right now, but your lack of observation skills were the furthest thing from your mind right now. You closed your eyes and leaned in again, your mouth slightly ajar, basically begging for him to invade your mouth. To which Lucifer happily obliged. You felt his tongue slip past your teeth, entangling itself with yours. His hands had shifted down to your hips, kneading and lightly squeezing at your skin underneath your dress. The feeling of his claws pressing into you sent a shiver down your spine. More, more, more was the only thing you could think at the moment. But just as you got used to the feeling of his lips, Lucifer was the one to pull away this time. A tiny whimper escaped you. “Don’t worry, angel,” Lucifer cooed, “we have time. All the time in the world, in fact. I just want to make sure you’re alright. Do you want to keep going?”

The passion you felt was quickly replaced with fear. It hadn’t occurred to you that you had neglected to mention a pretty crucial piece of information. “Yes, I-I do, but umm…I should tell you…”

“Yes?”

“I…haven’t exactly…” you gulped trying to find the right words. “I haven’t been with anyone before…”

“Wait, wait,” Lucifer froze, “you’ve never-”

“No!” You cut him off. “L-Look, when it’s been drilled into your head since you were a child that premarital sex is going to send you to Hell, you’re going to avoid it!”

Lucifer let out a deep sigh, then chuckled to himself. “Okay, I have to admit something. That whole “sex before marriage is a sin” thing miiiiigggghhhhttt be my fault.” You raised an eyebrow. “They never got over the fact that I more or less stole Adam’s first wife. Of course we weren’t married at that point! Heaven’s been petty ever since.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, so it’s YOUR fault that I’m a virgin! Good to know.”

“Forgive me.” Lucifer allowed himself to lay flat on his back, with you following close behind. He raised his head and brought his lips to your ear. “But at your word, I’d be more than happy to rectify this injustice,” he whispered softly.

Goosebumps covered both of your arms at his words. You knew your face must have turned a new shade of red the way Lucifer smirked at you. You lowered yourself on his crotch out of spite and began to grind your hips lethargically. It was your turn to embarrass him. His breath caught in his throat from your motions, you could already feel that your lewd actions were having an effect on the man beneath you. The growing bulge in his pants that you felt on your own clothed heat had you salivating.

"You know, I-I'm not a complete novice," you admitted, your hands now making your way down his jacket, undoing every button with care. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Lucifer pushed you back upright, now straddling his lap once more, and slipped himself out of his undone shirt. Aa you gripped his bare It took everything in your power not to stare at his perfectly toned chest. "And what "tricks"-hngg…would those be?"

You placed a chaste kiss to his lips before sliding off of his lap and kneeling on the floor in front of him. Lucifer's breath hitched instantly at the sight before him. You rested your palms on his inner thighs, your rapid breathing betraying your faux collected exterior. "I figured since I couldn't break the rules, I could at least bend them."

Lucifer firmly gripped the sheets beneath him as he watched your thumbs trace circles near his crotch. "Already on your knees for me, sweetheart?” he teased, running a hand from the top of your head, relishing in the softness of your hair, and down to the tip of your chin. “I didn’t know my powers of temptation would work so well on someone as devout as you.” You failed to hide the whimper that escaped your throat. “I’m sorry, I know I’m teasing you too much. I’ll stop if-”

“N-No, don’t stop…” you responded almost inaudibly.

A sultry laugh emanated from the man above you. “Oh, is that so?” You nodded. “Use your words, love.”

You shivered. “Please… remind me of my place…sir…”

He tilted your head up towards him, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Whatever you wish, my angel. You let me know if I go too far, okay?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, I believe you wanted to show me something?”

You took a deep breath before reaching out for the zipper and button of his pants. You made slow work of them, trying to be as delicate as possible. You grabbed both the hems of his pants and boxers, Lucifer raising himself up so you could more easily shimmy the remainder of his clothing off. His hardened cock sprang free, your face boiling from seeing the very obvious precum that had already begun leaking from the tip. After tossing away his pants, gripped Lucifer’ s hips and brought him as close to the edge of the bed as possible, your lips now mere inches away from his impressive length. You swallowed harshly. Breathing became an increasingly difficult task. With tentative hands, you reached out and lightly gripped the base of Lucifer's cock, his low moan sent pleasure straight between your thighs. There was no going back now.

"Go ahead, my dear," Lucifer encouraged, "show me how sinful those hands of yours are."

Without any further prodding, your hand move languidly up and down his cock, the precum providing enough lubrication for smooth strokes. Lucifer groaned above you, his sounds were everything you'd imagined and more. Your strokes became faster, needing to hear more of Lucifer coming undone from your touch alone. But even touching him wasn't enough to satisfy your desires. Your hot breath so close to his most sensitive area had Lucifer shuttering. And even more so when you decided to run your tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip. You'd finally gotten your first taste of him, and that sent you into a complete frenzy. Your tongue worked circles around the head of his length and you could hear Lucifer's guttural moans turn into whimpers of pure ecstasy.

"F-Fuck," Lucifer managed to choke out as he watched you bob your head and down, taking as much of him as you could manage. "You-mnmm...s-sure seem to know what you're doing. S-Shhiiittt...I-I'm starting to think you-GA-AAHH...you really do b-belong down here." Lucifer's composure was fading fast even though he continued his taunting. His words lit a fire within in, increasing your movements to an unrelenting pace. "O-OH FFFFUU-UUCCCKK," he screeched, his hand now tightening around your hair for an assemblance of stability. His overstimulated cock twitched in your mouth; you knew he was close. "Y-You're gonna make me c-cum if you keep doing thaa-ahhhht...but t-that's what you want, isn't it? You wanna taste m-my cum, sweet girl?"

"M-Mhmm," you hummed blissfully, your mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him over the edge.

"Then d-don't stop," he commanded.

You did exactly as he said, not slowing down for even a second. The thought of kneeling before the outcasted being that you were meant to despise with every inch of your soul drove you mad. Now here you were, unraveling him with your hands and mouth alone. Lucifer was using all of his willpower to not thrust his hips into you and completely fuck your mouth. That would have to wait for another time. But once your other hand started to gently massage his balls, it was over. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCKFUCKFUCK-CUMMING," he cried out before finally emptying himself inside your mouth. You couldn't move away even if you wanted to the way he way holding your head in place. But you were perfectly content swallowing every drop of his hot cum. When the twitching stopped, he had released his grip on you, allowing you to pull away from him and gulp down the last of his seed. You looked up at him with a nervous smile, your hands now resting on his knees.

"H-How'd I do?" you laughed sheepishly. But your laugh faded once you saw the change in Lucifer's appearance. His eyes were no longer his normal soft yellow, but a deep crimson red.

"Oh, my sweet little angel," his voice dripping with desire, "you were nothing short of absolute perfection. How absolutely filthy you are for swallowing all of my cum. I love it!" He offered his hand to you, helping you off of the ground. He stood with you, pulling at the bottom of your dress. "But I'm far from being done with you." With a soft "yes", your dress was dragged over your head and tossed to the side in one swift motion, leaving you nothing but your matching black bra and panties. Lucifer stood there drinking in your form, his outstretched tongue swishing from side to side. "Gorgeous," he hummed against your skin before bringing his hot mouth to your neck. You squeaked at the sensation, but your surprise rapidly shifted to wanton moans. His sharp teeth and forked tongue raked across your pulse, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. "I'll make sure everyone knows you're mine now..." he pulled away and looked up at you pleadingly, "that is, if you'll have me."

You smiled, tears now pricking the corner or your eyes. "I'm already yours."

Lucifer's breath had caught in his throat as he captured your lips, your mouth being invaded by his eager tongue. He hoisted you up by your hips, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as you hooked your arms around his neck to pull him even closer than before. He laid you down on the bed sweetly, now crawling his way up towards you. Lucifer's body now completely enveloped yours. The angel's disheveled hair and the sweat dripping from his forehead was truly a breathtaking sight. His captivating red eyes felt as though they were piercing your very soul, searching for every hidden desire you had locked away. Lucifer licked his lips seductively. "If my memory serves, I recall a certain someone telling me that they found my unholier side...oh, what was the word..." Lucifer feigned forgetfulness as his horns appeared from his skull, "Ahh, yes, I remember now. "Hot." Isn't that right, darling?"

Your face flushed furiously. You mentally cursed your drunken self as you looked up at Lucifer's smug expression. His demonic features made you quiver with anticipation. You've all but sold your soul to the devil himself and you were more than willing to give him everything he wanted. His red claws made quick work of your bra, unclasping it with ease and throwing it across the room. The urge to cover yourself was overwhelming, but it was like Lucifer could read your every thought. He held both of your wrists and placed them above your head, holding them there with just one hand while the other made its way towards your chest.

“Be a good girl and keep your hands there for me,” he ordered.

You nodded obediently. You clung onto the pillows above you as Lucifer let go of your wrists, placing both of his hands on your supple breasts, mewling from the stimulation. Lucifer pinched your nipples, rubbing them gently between his clawed fingers. The sharp ends of his claws poked at your skin while he continued his ministrations. Your meek whimpers turned into moans.

“L-Lucifer, please…” you begged. “I-I need-GAH…”

“I adore the way you say my name, love,” he praised. “Say it again.”

“Luciferrr…” you whined.

He rewarded you with a kiss. “What a pretty voice you have, all desperate and needy for me. So willing to submit…”

He let his mouth fall on one of your nipples, lapping and sucking the sensitive bud while kneading at your other breast. Your nails dug into the pillows, fighting every urge to reach out and touch him. But you couldn’t stand it, obedience truly had its disadvantages.

“Please Lucifer, l-let me touch you,” the request fell from your lips in a desperate plea. “Let me hold you…”

“Hmmm,” his lips reverberated against you. “Patience, love, patience.” Lucifer’s demonic tail appeared suddenly behind him, swaying back and forth. You watched as it lowered itself close to the hem of your panties. Slowly, it inched its way underneath and found itself between your slick folds. You couldn’t hold back a gasp once you realized what Lucifer had planned. “Allow me to try something first.” After giving him the "okay", you felt him flick his tail against your clit, causing you to arch your back, moaning unashamedly in the process. It was circling your swollen nub slowly at first, but quickly built up to a relentless pace. Your body shook uncontrollably as his tail abused your clit. “The way your body reacts to me is such a wonderful sight to behold, sweetheart. Look at you, so easily corrupted.”

It wasn’t long before you cried out in absolute pleasure. You could feel that coil in your stomach ready to snap. You'd barely been touched and you were helpless to fight against your impending release. “F-Fuu-aaahhhh Lu-Lucifer! I-I can’t-HHAAAA-gonna c-cum…g-gonna-FFFUCK!” Lucifer ignored your cries, only focusing on your breasts as you writhed under his touch. You screamed as your sudden orgasm hit you like a freight train, your walls clenching around nothing.

With a low chuckle, Lucifer removed his tail from your drenched slit, admiring your complete fucked out face. "You did so well," he praised, "I promise I'll get you some new panties soon, it wasn't very nice of me to let you ruin yours." You turned your face away from his to hide your embarrassment, only for Lucifer to give you a small peck on your very reddened cheek. "You can move your arms now, darling." At his word, you released the death grip you had on the pillows behind you and pulled Lucifer in for another deep kiss. You felt his lips curl into a smile against yours. "Would you like to keep going?"

"Yes."

"Hehe, so eager," he said poking your nose, "it's adorable. I think it's only fair that I get to have my fill of you now, don't you think?"

Your pupils dilated. "O-Oh, you mean..."

"Is something wrong?" he asked nervously.

"No! No, nothing's wrong," you reassured him, "it's just that...no one's ever offered to uhh, do that for me."

A mix of annoyance and confusion flashed across his face. "Wait, what?!" He sat up straight, resting his full weight on your stomach. "So, let me see if I'm understanding this correctly. You've gone down on men before but not one of them ever offered to return the favor?" You shook your head nervously. A fearsome growl erupted from Lucifer's throat and his eyes had turned a glowing red for just a moment; you couldn't help but shiver. "I'm sorry, but that's inexcusable! Hell isn't enough of a punishment for men like that. To only take and never give back." Lucifer made his way off of you and helped you sit upright against the pillows. "Please allow me to make up for their sins."

"O-Okay," you responded weakly, "only if you want to. I never want you to feel like you have to do anything for me."

He leaned into you for a tender kiss. "Darling, I want nothing more than to ravish you in every way possible; you deserve that and much, much more." You couldn't help but blush at his flattering words. "Lift your legs for me?" You did as he asked, allowing him to tug at the hem of your panties. You held your breath as you watched him drag them down the length of your legs and toss them away carelessly. You closed your legs instinctively, though you realized it was a little bit too late to try and hide yourself from him at this point. Lucifer only smiled and positioned himself in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. "It's alright, take your time," he soothed.

You nodded and let out the breath you had been holding. Lethargically, you began to part your legs for him, letting him finally drink in the sight of your soaked entrance. You noticed him gulp in response and couldn't hide the small smirk on your face. "Like what you see?"

Lucifer licked his lips mindlessly, staring at you like you were a meal to be devoured. "You have no idea," he answered, never taking his eyes away from of your glistening pussy. He laid himself down on his stomach, trailing soft kisses on either side of your inner thighs, leaving nothing but tender bite marks and hickies in his wake. With each passing second you became more and more restless, wanting nothing more than this torment to end. But Lucifer was savoring every bit of you and your heart couldn't help but feel full. At last, you felt his hot breath against your pussy, your body tensed at the sensation.

"Lucifer..." you whispered.

He placed one final kiss to your thigh. "For as long as I live, I'll never tire of hearing you say my name," he spoke sweetly, "Relax for me as much as you can now, love. And if you need to, you can grab my horns. They're there to help you."

"W-Why would I need to gra-AAAHHH" you tried to ask but were cut short after feeling Lucifer take a long, languid lick up your folds. It was something you'd never felt before, but you knew you needed more of it, and you needed it now. Luckily for you, the fallen angel between your thighs was more than happy to provide. His lips were pressed firmly against your aching cunt while his tongue quickly found your clit. The noises you were making were unholy but you couldn't imagine a more heavenly feeling. He moaned against you desperately, as if your essence was his life source. Without warning, Lucifer tossed your legs over his shoulders to give him better access to his prize. In your haze, you remembered his suggestion and took ahold of his demonic horns, doing your best to keep yourself grounded.

"God damn it," Lucifer snarled, "To think no one has done this for you, f-fuck, what complete and utter fools they were. I've never tasted something so divine." You felt his claws dig into your skin as he forced his tongue deeper into you, drawing out the dirtiest sounds you didn't know you could make.

"F-Feels so g-good," you babbled, your hands tightening around his horns. "P-Please don't stop, I-I..."

One of Lucifer's arms unhooked itself from your leg, his fingers now prodding at your slick. His tongue never stopped circling your clit as you felt a single finger slip inside you with ease. You whimpered from the sudden intrusion. "C'mon baby, need you to cum f'me." Another finger quickly entered you, two of them now thrusting in and out of you. "Let me taste you, all of you." Lucifer's tail swished behind him as he focused on coaxing another orgasm out of you. His tongue and fingers worked together to bring you closer and closer to the edge once more. His fingers curled inside you, your back arching as he hit your most sensitive spot with each motion. "I can feel you clenching...you're so close..."

And he was right. That same coil in your lower stomach was as tight as it could be, the knot threatening to unravel at any moment. "Lucif-fer, I-I'm gonna...fuckfuckfuck-GAAAHHH!" With little warning, your second orgasm hit hard, your walls now pulsating around Lucifer's fingers which refused to stop moving. You felt yourself empty onto his face, your cries filling the room, your hands stinging from how tightly you held onto his horns. As Lucifer helped work you down from your high, you couldn't help but notice the loud slurping sound that came from beneath you. He was lapping your cunt like a man starved. After another moment or two, Lucifer gazed up at you adoringly, his mouth completely drenched in your juices. Your hands flew to your face out of pure embarrassment. How could someone look so happy after basically being assaulted by your orgasm. "Y-You can't just look at me like that after you just did what you did!" you berated him.

"Look at you like what?" he teased, crawling on all fours and closing the gap between you. He gently pulled your hands away from your burning face and gave you the toothiest grin you'd ever seen from him. "Look at you like I'm the luckiest man in existence, you mean?" Lucifer kissed you once more, and you could taste the faintest hint of yourself on his lips. "And by the way, I'm absolutely addicted to your taste now, my angel. I hope you don't mind if I indulge myself every single day from now on. With your permission, of course."

You could only smile at him, caressing his face in your hands and locking your lips together once more. "Who would've thought the devil himself would be this perfect? I'm starting to believe that you may have fully corrupted me, my king."

The way his title rolled off your tongue made Lucifer shudder. "Not quite yet," he corrected. He laid you down gently as he trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone, stopping periodically to nip and suck as many parts of your exposed skin as he could. He then laid his full weight on top of you, and you could feel his hardened cock resting on your stomach. Your mouth ran dry, but you never needed something as much as you needed this. Needed him. To fully claim you and make you his. "Is this what you want?" Lucifer asked. "Because if you're not ready, we can stop right now. I won't be upset if that's what you decide."

You shook your head assuredly. "I'm ready, Lucifer. Even though I may not ever make it into Heaven after this, I'm not sure I want to anymore if it meant I'd have to leave you behind." You could tell by Lucifer's sudden change in expression that the thought of losing you if you were to be redeemed had never crossed his mind. His face fell at the realization, but you reassured him with a quick peck to his forehead. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. And we can worry about the details later. But right now..." you ground your hips up into him, forcing a low moan out of your lover, "...I need you...please…"

"Oh, you're just a little devil, aren't you?” Lucifer chuckled darkly. He then pushed himself off you, settling himself between your legs. The head of his cock teased your entrance, and you gulped in anticipation. "Are you ready?”

"Y-Yes," you murmured. Your body instinctively bucked up in attempt to create more friction that you so desperately craved. Lucifer pressed your hips down firmly into the mattress to keep you from squirming. You whimpered in protest.

“Ah ah ah, all in good time,” Lucifer cooed. “It’s your first time, love, I don’t want to see you in any pain. Stay perfectly still for me, alright?” After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer at last pushed the tip of his cock into you. Your knuckles turned a solid white from the way you gripped the bed sheets beneath you. The pressure you felt was unlike anything else. “A-Are you still okay?” Lucifer asked.

“M-More, please Lucifer, I-I need…” you choked out. He was only an inch deep inside of you and the only thing on your mind was the carnal desire of having him fully sheathed inside of you.

“My pretty girl,” he whispered above you. Inch by inch, his hips pushed forward, stretching you out beyond what you thought was possible. Once he was finally fully inside of you, you and him moaned in unison. The complete fullness you were experiencing was something you needed to be engrained into your memory forever. He didn’t move for a minute or so, letting your body get used to his above average length. He didn’t want to break you. At least, not tonight. "S-So tight, f-fuck..." Lucifer's entire body quivered as his enormous angelic wings magically sprung from his back. You stared up at him in awe, taking in the heavenly sight above you. Your eyes followed from the base of his wings to the very tip. Lucifer noticed your gawking and laughed lightly. "My eyes are over here, darling."

You blushed incredibly hard. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It's just...they're beautiful. Can I...? You didn't need to finish your question as Lucifer dropped his wings down, allowing you to reach up and feel them for the first time. You ran your hand down each set, your fingers combing through his scarlet feather. They twitched under your gentle touch. "Are they sensitive?"

"V-Very much," Lucifer breathed. "We can experiment another time, though."

"A-Another time?"

Lucifer looked down you puzzled. "I hope you didn't think this would only be a one time thing. That's not who I am, despite anything you may have heard. When I said I wanted everyone to know you were mine, I didn't mean just for tonight."

Your eyes began to water from his declaration. "You mean..."

Lucifer leaned down and kissed the tears that had began to fall down your cheek. "Yes, I do. I'm yours, if that's what you desire."

You smiled weakly, holding back a sob. "Yes, it is." You brought your hands up, cupping his face and kissing his trembling lips tenderly. Your kiss caused Lucifer to twitch inside of you, quickly reminding you of the pressure between your legs. "Y-You can move now, Lucifer...please..."

With a deep exhale, Lucifer pulled out of you slowly, only to snap his hips back with no hesitation. He repeated this motion, slowly at first, coaxing as many sound out of you as he could. Your cries of pleasure were intoxicating, pulling him deeper and deeper into a state of pure bliss. His hips rutted into you at a steady pace as he continued to hit your G-spot effortlessly with each thrust.

"You're d-doing so well, love," he growled animalistically, "t-taking me so well. You f-feel so good. Too good...Take it all f'me, want you to feel all of m-me. Look how g-good you are, taking the Devil's cock like this."

"L-Lucifer," you mewled. You couldn't form a coherent thought anymore, all you could manage to say was his name. "Lucifer, f-fuuu-uuck...Luciferrr."

"That's it, dear," he praised, the pace of his thrusts quickening. "My name on y-your lips is more beautiful than any melody I ever heard in Heaven." His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you closer to him as he mercilessly pounded into you over and over. "G-God, you're so fucking wet. Slipping in and out of you s-so easily. You g-gonna cum for me again?"

"Y-Yes!" you cried out helplessly. "I'm close, so c-close, I can't..." Your hands flew around his neck as your body shook violently beneath the fallen angel. Your stomach felt like it was in knots, you didn't know how much longer you could hold out. "G-Gonna cu-aaaAAHH,"

"Hold on j-just a little longer, baby," Lucifer said, wrapping his tail around your abdomen. "I'm close too...w-where do you want me to-"

"INSIDE! P-PLEASE!" you screamed, locking your legs behind his back. "I c-can't hold it, Lucifer, I can't, I can't, I CAN'T!"

"Naughty girl..." he taunted lovingly. "Cum for me now, angel. Need t-to feel you clench around me. Cum for me."

The coil inside of you snapped for a third time, your walls pulsating around Lucifer's cock. Your spasms had left Lucifer groaning, his head now resting on your collarbone. His own orgasm washed over him not long after you. You milked his cock, his hot angelic seed filling you up your cunt completely. Wave after wave of pleasure filled you both, reducing you to nothing but exhausted and sweaty messes. He stayed inside of you for a moment longer, both of you trying to recover from your release. Lucifer finally found enough strength to remove himself from you, and at long last reverting back to his normal state. He crashed down on top of you, looking at your through his half-lidded eyes and pulling you into a crushing hug.

"Lucifer...can't...breathe..." you forced out, tapping his shoulder rapidly. His grip on you loosened immediately.

"I'm sorry!" he apologized. "I forget my own strength sometimes. H-How are you feeling?"

Your faced flushed as you tucked your hair behind your ear. "G-Good. More than good. That was...just incredible!" you couldn't help but laugh to yourself.

"What's so funny, dear?" Lucifer asked with an amused look.

You smiled at him. "Oh, you know just...I was thinking about how I would go about explaining myself to my friends and family back on Earth. How the well behaved, never strayed from the light church girl just had the best sex of her life with the one and only fallen angel Lucifer. Wonder how well that would go over! They probably think I made it into Heaven!"

Lucifer laughed along with you, pulling you flush to his chest. "I'll admit, it's pretty ironic. But to be fair, I never would have thought you'd give me a chance."

You looked up at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, I am 'the bad guy' to believers. The winners always write history, and according to Heaven, I was the loser. And when I found out you were one of them when you were alive, I didn't think you'd even glance in my direction. I thought you were the most stunning creature I'd ever laid my eyes on when you first arrived here at the hotel. But I never truly pursued you because...the bad guy never gets the girl, right?"

You couldn't help but frown as he spoke. His voice was sad, full of hurt. It was clear that Lucifer has suffered though a lot of pain and anguish. You were told the story of Eden growing up, of how Lucifer had deceived Eve and in doing so, caused the downfall of humanity. But that was clearly only one side of the story. You gave a quick peck to his cheek. "You're not a bad guy, Lucifer. I know that now. I let my fear and my upbringing cloud my judgement before. Not anymore. I want to hear your side of the story, every detail. Will you stay with me and tell me?"

Lucifer's eyes softened, his lips forming into a tiny smile. "I'd love nothing more." He brought his hand to your cheek, leaning in to capture your lips once more.

~~~

10,000 GOD DAMN WORDS, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!?! ANYWAY, I HOPED YOU LIKED IT!

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[golden1u5t]

jj’s confession | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: angst

ꨄ summary: the aftermath of jj’s fuck up 

the second the team got back to the office, you ran to spencer and pulled him into a hug. spencer hadn't been expecting you to be at the office when they got back from the case. you pulled back and cupped his face, your eyes scanned his face to make sure he wasn't bruised up or anything.

"i was worried about you." you mumbled, you continued to check him out until you noticed how unfocused he was. you tried to shove it off as him responding to the effects of the case but when you followed his gaze and looked over your shoulder, you knew that wasn't the case. even though jj was with will, she had her eyes focused on spencer.

you had known about spencer's old crush on jj and you'd accepted it and moved on, he'd told you that you had nothing to worry about when it came to their friendship and since you trusted him, you believed him. you took a step back and let your hand fall down to your sides, you looked back at spencer and cleared your throat.

spencer finally looked at you for the first time since he'd walked through the door, you figured it was because ji's attention was directed somewhere else. when spencer's eyes met yours, you could tell something had happened between them while they were gone. his eyes were filled with guilt as he stared at you, he knew he was going to have to tell you about it but he wasn't prepared for your reaction. so he reached for your hand, you let him take it.

"i'm tired, we should get going." he attempted at giving you a genuine smile but it never reached his eyes, you stayed silent as you watched his eyes dart over to her for a brief moment before turning back to you. "we can get takeout for dinner, your favorite place."

you pulled your hand from his and let it fall back to your side. you weren't that much of a crier but god, you sure felt like you could cry a river as you watched your relationship start to crumble right in front of you. "no, i think- i think you should tell me now what happened between you two.” 

"can we just- can we not? not right now, im tired."

"no, i need to know now if im going to be leaving here by myself tonight." spencer sighed before pulling you away from everyone else and into a more secluded area.

"when we're being held hostage, the unsub made us- he made ji tell a secret she'd never told anyone before." he ran his hand through his hair before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "she told me that she loved me but i'm not-"

"do you love her back?" you bit the inside of your cheek, spencer's silence was like a stab to the heart. tears welled in your eyes and a sudden wave of anger washed over you, he didn't even have the decency to look you in the eye. "god, spencer, fucking answer me!"

he couldn't, his words were lodged in his throat. spencer hated seeing you break down in front of him, he hated knowing that he'd put you in such a vulnerable position when he knows how much you hate being vulnerable.

"i don't know! i don't- i don't know what i feel for her. i don't even know if she was being honest or just making it up, plus, she's married and-and she has kids." you scoffed and shook your head, you took a step back and put your hand out when he tried to reach out for you. "y/n, please."

"me or her?" spencer just stared at you, once again not being able to answer you. "; think i should go, call me if and when you figure this out."

you turned around and headed for the door, you didn't miss the way jj looked at you as you passed. you thought spencer would at least come after you, explain that he didn't need to think about it and that he loved you, but he didn't.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for having a mental breakdown over my extremely close friend (accidentally) posting (what I thought was) radfem propaganda?

(🧵🎤for finding later)

It’s a very long story and I’m gonna have so many mixed opinions on this, so buckle up broskies.

I(X, minor) had met 👑(F, at least 4 years older than me) 2 months ago after a close friend of her was exposed as a pedophile. Coincidentally, that same pedophile had spread lies about me being a sociopathic asshole a few months ago, so me and 👑 grew extremely close because of both the aforementioned pedo and also because we shared a favorite manga, and we quickly started talking everyday about our favorite characters from the manga.

Due to our close friendship, I educated 👑 about BPD (a disorder I myself have, this is important), genderfluidity, and radical feminism. And apparently, I should’ve educated 👑 a little more about radical feminism.

Also due to our close friendship, 👑 opened up to me about a traumatic experience she had with her stepdad. This triggered me slight flashbacks to an extremely nasty and messy fight I had with an ex last year, but I didn’t want to seem like I was victim blaming, so I kept my mouth shut.

2~ weeks ago, 👑 posted about the “Man or Bear” question, and chose bear. She also brought up the traumatic experience her stepdad inflicted on her in the tags.

(I personally believe the “Man or Bear” question is radfem propaganda because when women choose bear, they always bring up a traumatic experience a man inflicted on them in some way. To me this sounds like they are saying that all men are misogynists that want to see women suffer, which is obviously not the case.)

When I saw the post, I was quite pissed. Eventually, I saw it another time, and I started having a meltdown. I was actually crying, impulsively vagueposting about her and the post, and eventually when I had to go to sleep I angrily messaged 👑 telling her about the mental breakdown accompanied by a middle finger emoji.

When I woke up and checked my notifications, I saw that 👑 had messaged me 4 times saying she’s sorry, that she didn’t mean ill towards men and that she had deleted the post (which she did, but that did barely anything to comfort me). I, still extremely pissed at 👑, told her about how pissed I was, that I trusted her but now I can’t, and that she should fuck off. 👑 replied by asking if there was anything she could do to regain my trust, so I, in the mood to just make it known that I was extremely pissed, told 👑 to go harass a radfem. And she did.

Later that day, me and 👑 had an important conversation about what had happened. I explained to her that I was holding a grudge against her since she told me about her trauma because it reminded me of the fight between me and my ex, and that I thought she was slowly making her trauma her personality. She understood, and she apologized.

Me and 👑 are now in much better terms, but I am extremely scared that I ruined her opinion on me and that she dislikes me now because she’s an extremely close friend of mine and I had opened up to her about everything bad in my life, and I threw it all away because I didn’t want to be reminded over something that happened a year ago.

TLDR; I held a grudge against my therapist friend for opening up to me about her trauma because I got flashbacks to a fight with an ex, then had a meltdown when she posted about the Man or Bear question, and now I don’t know what to do about our friendship.

[fatum679]

what do you think about the latest trailer? it made me afraid my beloved ship helaemond is gonna sink 😭

Hello! I was sure that we wouldn't be shown any major spoilers. I read a spoiler that in the second season there will be flashback with Aemma Arryn, I don’t know why they are needed? Who cares? But we do have two shots of her in the trailer.

About Helaemond, we have a shot of Aemond on a girl's lap crying, I don't think he would show his tears to a prostitute or I also doubt that Aemond will cry in front of a woman (Alys) he sees for the first time in his life. There must be a strong emotional connection for this to happen.

In addition, Aemond will only meet Alys in season 3; in the second, Daemon will interact with her.

The girl in the frame could be Alicent (but why is Aemond naked?) or Helaena.

Helaena wears blue dresses and this dress is similar to her style from episode 9. This could be a flashback of Aemond and Helaena or it could be a scene after b&c or after battle at rook's rest.

Aemond is not the kind of person who would show weakness in front of a person with whom he has no intimacy and we were shown many helaemond moments in the first season and he was not afraid to cry and says in front of Helaena that Aegon and nephews is bullying him, but in front of others he did not show his tears even when his eye was cut out.

The ring... lol... but why not?😂

Helaena wears a rings on her middle finger in season 2 😂

I don't know. I'll just wait for the second season and believe 🕷💎

The writers openly talk about and confirm only the relationship between Alicent and Rhaenyra (lmao)

&

I read a theory that this is not Aemma, but that it is Helaena's double.

Firstly, Aemond is no longer 13 years old for Aegon to drag him into a brothel.

Secondly, Aemond is not the kind of person who would voluntarily go to a brothel. He made it clear in the first season that he is not interested in prostitutes and that is what makes him different from Aegon.

So I don't think he's crying on the lap of Helaena's double. I also don't think he's with Mysaria. It is so stupid. Aemond doesn't know her, he won't be so vulnerable in front of her and show his weakness. Aemond won't tell her his secrets! This will be very fucking stupid!

! And the most important thing ! The girl in the picture doesn't have dark hair! It's the dress and the shadow.

The writers won't miss out on a script goldmine like Helaemond.

[covetyou]

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pairing: Dieter Bravo & gn!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: no explicit smut but references to the following - tentacles, monster/alien fucking, cum inflation, mpreg, masturbation. also, pregnancy anxiety. word count: 979 summary: Dieter Bravo believes in aliens. Do you?

A/N: happy slightly early birthday to the gorgeous @sp00kymulderr for tomorrow - adore you 💛. in honour of you there is also a slight mention of just a touch because that lives rent free in my head.

for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May drabble challenge - I make my own rules so I didn't include meet-cute (I accidentally wrote this, so I can't be blamed for excluding it) quote: "Do you believe in aliens?" trope: meet-cute follow @covetedfics and turn notifications on for updates on future fics

"Do you believe in aliens?"

It wasn't the first time he'd asked you this question. It probably wouldn't be the last either, knowing him, and so you answer in the same way you did that very first time so long ago.

"Yes, Dee," you say, looking at him over your laptop screen, the ghost of his rammed summer calendar still burned into your retinas as he comes into focus. Due on a new set in a few weeks, and with his filming schedule just through this morning, you'd spent the last few hours scrambling to put his life together while yours chaotically whirls out of control, ignored, in the background.

Dieter, oblivious as ever to the state of your life, has shuffled into your direct line of sight with coffee cup in hand, robe open and soft belly on display.

"Right..." he starts, before drifting off to look down at his hands as a concerned look takes over his face.

"You have that dream again?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. It's a dream he has every few months, seems like he has for most of his life. You're about as familiar with it as he is by now. Dieter Bravo will dream of some kind of elaborate alien abduction, usually involving him being dragged up by a beam of light into some extraterrestrial spacecraft. Most often it's pretty benign - occasionally he'd be abducted and never seen again, once or twice it's been pretty gruesome, sometimes he even wakes up having thoroughly enjoyed himself. You can't quite work out what has happened this time though, as his face flicks between concerned and softly dazed.

"No," he says quickly.

"You're a shit liar, Dee."

Closing your laptop - you need the break anyway - you look at him, properly, and see his hand has moved from itching his stomach, to gently caressing it.

Oh no. No. Not this again.

"Dieter."

"Do you think I could be-"

"No, Dieter," you start, standing to approach him like you're approaching a skittish deer. "I don't think you're pregnant." - it sounds stupid to even say it out loud - "I believe in aliens, I do not believe you've been abducted, or probed, or inseminated. I think you had a very nice, or very horrible, dream and now you've woken up confused. Drink your coffee."

Dieter dutifully takes a slurp from the mug in his hand, nodding to you like he's holding onto your every word. Because sometimes, he does. Sometimes you rule Dieter Bravo's world, and he gladly lets you. Take that, alien overlords.

Another deep breath and Dieter's shoulders relax, falling from the tense position he'd held them in. He'd quite liked the idea of being impregnated by an otherworldly lifeform when you first met him. You'd been working for him for a few weeks and, perhaps regrettably, still hadn't established the boundaries you have now. After one of his more sedate parties, you sat with him giggling on his patio. Soon you were both agreeing that the deep sea was much more terrifying than deep space, and a three, two, one later you'd simultaneously exclaimed your belief in aliens. Dieter, naturally, took it one step further, and once you'd got onto the topic of tentacles you knew you were done for, even then. You learnt a lot about what Dieter Bravo would do given the chance to fuck an alien that night, and none of it sounded remotely romantic or sanitary. It barely sounded safe. You're not sure a human could even physically contain the amount of fluid he was talking about. Still, amongst the thoughts of all that mess you definitely stopped breathing at some point, and when he finally got up with a slap to his bare thighs you'd all but scurried home just to make yourself come to the thoughts he planted in your head. It was safe to say Dieter Bravo liked aliens.

"But what if I was," his hand comes to his stomach again, resting below his belly button as his eyes go wide. "I don't know what I'd do."

The worry on his face is almost funny. Almost, because you're the one who has to deal with it, and that makes it not very funny at all. For a moment, you have to humor him, tell him what he wants to hear so he calms down and leaves you alone, and that feels sillier than anything. Which is saying something. You've chased this man through the house, high out of his mind two minutes before a video interview, wearing nothing but a sock on his dick.

"You'd be fine, Dee. You have plenty of space for alien babies in this place. We could get a nanny too, and you can more than afford to take a little time off work. It'd be okay."

"You promise? You'd help?"

"Promise. I'll help look after your alien babies, Dee."

"Okay, cool, because I am not ready to be a mom."

He shuffles off again before you can say anything else, his shaggy head disappearing around a corner just before you hear him flop down on the couch in the other room. You don't need to see him to know exactly what he's doing right now. It's the same thing he does whenever he flops onto that couch. He'll put his coffee down and then scratch his balls a little before simply resting his hand there. Sometimes it devolves into something a little more handsy - the man can tease himself for hours - but sometimes he's comforted just holding his own balls for a little while. The issue always is, you never know which way it's going to go, so before he gets too distracted, you shout through to him from your little corner of his house.

"Hey, Dee?"

"Yeah?"

"Want me to get you a pregnancy test?"

[reareaotaku]

Damain Wayne Headcanons

work on the right by Lipeartwork on twitter

[Online] Certified stalker

He knew about you long before you knew about him

Originally it was an accident, I mean stumbling onto your social medias

You're related to a girl who was classmates with Barbara- Which is who he was trying to get info on you

But the thing is, Damian never makes mistakes. Everything happens for a reason

And finding you was like finding a gold mine

He didn't become immediately obsessed, because let's be honest, you're not all that interesting

When he tried hacking into your account to get to your relative, he realized that he was locked out- What the fuck?

Okay, so maybe this would be harder than he thought

He starts to find every single social media you have just to prove that he can get in

He doesn't and it starts to piss him off

So, he starts to stalk you irl. That he can do without you stopping him

You keep accidentally running into this guy, who seems awfully familiar

After running into him a fifth time, he invites you to a cafe, as an apology

That's how he gets to know you in more detail than he ever could online

He actually kind of starts to like you

You remind him of something he doesn't have; happiness

He wanted it and he hypothesized that if stayed around you maybe he to could get some of that happiness from you

Lowkey, starts to gain a crush on you

But is in complete denial

"I don't like them. They're just someone that I have a benefitable agreement with to not be so shitty all the time." Damian tells his father who doesn't believe a word, but he realizes he can't make Damian acknowledge his feelings

The only thing that will convince Damian to confess is if you get kidnapped or hurt

He practically loses his mind

Thankfully he has trackers on you, so he always knows where you are [He put them on you the first time you bumped into each other]

He wants to keep you locked away, but he knows he can't do that, so he just becomes more obsessive, borderline clingy, but he doesn't want to come off clingy, because he doesn't want you knowing he has a crush on you

He just wants you to be safe- with him- forever

[skayafair]

Ghost Clothes

There were many enough posts on how deliberately and meticulously the costume designers approached the wardrobe choices for the characters.

What I want to talk about is a different thing - how clothes matter inside the show. Namely, the ghost clothes.

It's less prominent with Charles, so I'll mostly talk about Edwin.

Let's start with the fact that none of their clothing exists in a living world. It's not physical, otherwise people would have seen a pair of costumes flying around like with that jar. So I believe their clothes is being deliberately manifested.

Like I said, it's simpler with Charles: his clothing doesn't change much in general and remains mostly as what he was wearing when he died (he took off some because it was cold and soaked through but it still imprinted on his memory and mind). It's mostly just the colour of his polo that changes to reflect his emotional state.

But that's how I came to this whole train of thought because with Edwin it's much more interesting.

Because he doesn't wear what he died in. I'm not even sure it's his school uniform. Sure it has indications of "this is a young man and a student" but all in all doesn't look like a uniform to me. So Edwin chooses it very, very deliberately.

I wonder if he stumbled out of Hell wearing just the same night pajamas he had on when he was sacrificed - maybe just cleaner because it wasn't dirty or bloody back then and that's how he should have remembered it. Or maybe it remained dirty and bloody because Edwin didn't remember much of his life before Hell at that point, all the horrors being too fresh in his mind.

This look is defenseless. It's meant to be worn while asleep - the most vulnerable time. Edwin wore it when he was the most helpless and powerless - while being dragged from the bed and sacrificed. It's also a reminder of his time of torture in hell. It's also plain white - colour of purity - as a sacrifice - but also death. And, moreover, it's PLAIN. It has no distinguishing features. There's no Edwin in it, Edwin is being erased with all the torture. Lastly, this is something - just another thing - Edwin had no control over in Hell, it stayed there by default.

So I BET the first thing he did after pulling his thoughts together in living world was to change that fucking nightwear into something that was him. As an act of regaining himself and control over what was going on with his existence.

After he found out he could do that and how, of course. I wonder if he met other ghosts or just ended up back in school and stayed there for a while.

So no wonder Edwin is so thorough with what he wears. This is him - his armor, yes, but also undeniably and glaringly HIM. His existence, his way of it, his freedom and will, his choice.

Of course it reflects his attitude and relationship with others. With Charles Edwin has no issue with shrugging off both the jacket and the vest, leaving only the shirt - and even it has its sleeves rolled up and collar unbuttoned when he's ears deep in some research or problem-solving mode. Edwin is this comfortable with Charles, we all know that.

With Crystal it's always a full buttoned-up mode or I didn't make a mental note if it was otherwise some time. Hit me up if it was!

With Niko it's mostly a jacket off - which is a considerable step towards trust and comfort.

Anyway, these are little details.

And now imagine ending up back in Hell, but also back in that nightwear. Stripped off everything he was trying so hard to keep. A similar thing happens when he's taken by Esther. No freedom, no choice, no will of his own, no Edwin. Just a soul, a toy, an energy source.

The costume Edwin picked for himself as more or less default one comes back immediately once he and Charles stumble back into the living world. Notice this - he was wearing a different attire when he was dragged to hell.

Edwin regains everything - himself, his freedom, his connections.

Also I'm not sure how to interpret the gesture, but once the Night Nurse's boss proclaims that DBDA can exist as is further and they are let off the hook (although not off the leash), Edwin pats his jacket from top to bottom. I thought it might have been connected to his notebook and episode 4, but it also may be just that - "I'm still here, in one piece, and still me". His clothes is a proof of his freedom of will.

Lastly, there was another case apart from the main two when this is reflected. The girl who took her life because of two jocks - her ghost was wearing a sport suit. At first I couldn't understand why, it was clearly not what she died in (or, well, unlikely). But sport has been the most important thing in her life - her goal, her pride. No wonder that's what she chose to appear in.

UPD. Oh I've just remembered about the Cat King, another example of a character who goes through a variety of costumes. If my pov on Edwin's approach to clothing is correct, his words to the CK in the 8th episode make so much more sense. They really are alike - not just in loneliness.

[042502]

ೀ⋆｡ wrong boy - chris y matt sturniolo.

₊ ⊹ summary. you seek to satisfy your sexual desires with your classmate matt, but he is so slow that you end up hooking up with chris.

₊ ⊹ content. player reader, here nick, matt and chris are not brothers, Sex in the car, semi-public sex, explicit kisses, affectionate display in public, among others.

₊ ⊹ author's note. My first language is not English, if you notice any errors you already know why. If you want to read more about the boys, I leave you the m.list here.

"No" You roll your eyes as you hear Nick refuse. "I don't want him to hurt you, okay?" You laugh through your nose and Nick turns serious. "Okay, I know we've only known each other for a short time, but I consider you a friend and I know Matt..." You cut him off.

"You've known Matt for exactly the same amount of time you've known me," you claim.

"It's different, I can assure you that this will end badly"

"Why? Because Matt likes another girl? Please Nick, I don't want to be your fucking girlfriend, I want to fuck him." You make fun of him.

"Alright."

The situation is the following, Matthew was a pretty boy from college, he was deeply in love with Michel who only saw him as a friend, that hurt Matt quite a bit.

You had started to talk little by little with Matt, you had a clear intention, but it was easy for you, because even Matt has made it clear to you.

"I don't want something serious, you know? I'm not interested in romantic relationships."

"That seems fine to me"

Since then they were seeing each other, but despite Matt's words, he has been using you as an intimate diary. Sending text messages recounting his entire day as if that would really matter to you, believe me, you didn't care at all. You weren't interested in knowing how his day was, which is what he had for dinner, you weren't even interested in knowing how he was doing academically.

It seemed like a waste of time to know during the day if they were just going to fuck, but you haven't said anything to him about it.

The days passed and Matt still continued to use you as an intimate diary, the funny thing was that when they were in college he pretended he didn't know you.

“This pretty boy…” You catch the straw of your little juice box between your lips and take a sip.

"He's really pretending he doesn't know you," your friend speaks, still next to you, looking at Matthew in surprise.

"As if last night he didn't torture me with his stupid talk about his miserable life" Your friend laughs at you and you throw away the empty juice box. "I'll teach him to play cards well..."

The next few days continued the same, Matt tortured you at night by telling you about his stupid day and the next morning in class he pretended that none of that was happening. But I was already starting to use your cards.

You walk through the hallways towards Nick's group of friends, Matthew was never with them the moments before entering class, he was a few meters away talking to Michel's group of friends.

"Hey babe, you look great today!" Nick greets you and you greet him back.

Not to be rude you greet the rest of your friends, you could feel Matt's heavy gaze in the distance.

When you enter the room you leave Nick's group and return to your friend. I congratulate you on your play.

"It's not over yet, listen, we've been doing this stupid thing for two weeks where he tells me his fucking life and then I'm a complete stranger. We haven't even had a damn sexting." Your friend makes fun of you and you snort in annoyance. "But if he does things this way I'm going to make him suffer until the last second"

You promise. Nick has been keeping you informed about Matt's non-relationship with Michel.

He told you that Matt is still insistent on her, but that Michel doesn't seem to budge.

"Chris has gotten involved." You widen your eyes when you hear Nick say that. "Chris has told him that he is taking too long to move on with you, that if he continues like this you will go after someone else"

You smile and play with your pencil in hand. You had a good ally on your side and of course you were going to use him.

"Christopher is handsome, you want us to do this quickly... Okay let's motivate Matthew a little."

The following days you have been talking a lot more with Chris during classes, from greeting him in the morning, asking him for help with some notes, and you have even shared extra hours together.

It didn't take long for Matt to notice the sudden closeness you had with Chris.

You had left Matt speechless, things haven't changed Matt continues pretending that they aren't speaking and you continue talking to Nick's friends.

However, they have made some progress, Matt has invited you to breakfast during the break. Even so, he has secretly taken you to a place not so common at the university.

You haven't asked him, but you assume that he doesn't want to be seen with you or precisely that Michel doesn't want to see you together.

During one of the classes you are outside the classroom waiting for your friend, Nick comes out the door with his friends. They greet you and you greet them too. But then Chris talks more.

"Are you waiting for anyone?" He asks you and you nod, answering that you were waiting for your friend, but Chris narrows his eyes "aren't you waiting for a certain boy in particular?"

"No." You respond and they just keep walking away from you.

Your friend finally comes out and you walk through the hallways together, but Chris's words have left you thinking, you quickly text Matt asking if he was waiting for you. Instantly answer yes, you look at your friend.

"Oh no, you're not thinking about leaving me here alone"

"I'll leave you with the rest of your friends"

You abandon your friend and go to meet Matt, you were disappointed that it was just another silly coffee together accompanied by stupid talk. Not even a fucking kiss. Then Matt named Chris and that got you on your nerves.

"Do you want to talk about Christopher seriously?" The question came out so hard from your lips, Matt looked at you innocently and you sigh. "Well, let's talk about him then. He's really hot, I mean, Have you looked at her fucking legs? I would really let myself be choked by those damn legs. He really is hot"

Not even provoking Matt had kissed you, you were getting fed up with how slow it could be.

On a completely different day you were with Nick's friends chatting about trivial things, but your concentration was on Chris.

You were talking very animatedly with him, he's a fun guy. They joke around a lot and it makes you have a good time.

While you were chatting with him about one of your notes, you noticed someone walking around. Even Nick noticed it.

"I hope you understood it, at least I knew how to solve it that way" Chris hands you the note sheet.

"Thanks for your help Chris" Chris gives you a smile without saying anything else.

"Shit! Sit the hell down Matt!" Nick shouts towards Matt who was standing right next to him.

"I don't want to sit, I'm just waiting for the teacher to help me." that was a big lie.

"Just sit down will you" Nick pushes the chair next to him for Matt to sit and he does so, including him in the round.

The conversation continued normally, at times everyone made fun of Matt and then they just talked about trivial things.

But then you talked about chat groups and asked the guys what they talk about in that group.

""They must talk really dirty things there." Chris denies your words. "Come on Chris, I'm sure they send pornographic links."

"Oh no, we just talk about sports" Chris replies.

But you knew that wasn't true, Nick recently sent you a survey they did in that group. Where the main topic was you.

The question was simple, will Matt fuck you? Yes or no. But that wasn't so relevant, there was another survey besides that... Will Chris fuck you? For some strange reason that has motivated you more about it.

You knew you had a chance with Chris, but would Chris be able to do something with you even though he's talking to Matt? You had a big doubt.

"He told her" Your mouth opened wide and you began to laugh shamelessly. "Listen, he literally told her it would bother you if I fucked her." Chris had asked Matthew that.

"Tell me what the hell he answered"

"Matt has told him that it doesn't bother him, but please, it's obvious that it bothers him."

Everything was going wonderfully well, although Matt still continued to use you as a diary, they have been hinting at a kissing situation.

It seemed so childish to you, they should be fucking not creating a kissing situation. It annoys you that Matt is so childish. That Friday morning Matthew finished his price early, you thought he would leave first thing in the morning, however, he didn't.

Your inbox was full, they were messages from Matt, saying he would wait for you. You decided to screw it up and finished your work until the last hour of class. You haven't even hidden the texts from him, during class you've been talking to everyone except Matt.

When you finish you take your belongings and begin to say goodbye to your friends, you approach Chris and give him a hug and when you get to Matt he was a little resentful. For making him wait for nothing, since you would leave.

Once you're in front of Matt you smile at him and give him two small punches on the chest, Matt was frozen at your touch.

"Not coming?"

"Of course, let me grab my things first" Matt was extremely nervous, he awkwardly grabs his belongings and quickly says goodbye to his friends to keep up with you.

They went to a desolate place, you knew that today would be the day where they at least kissed. But Matt was talking too much about his damn life again, she was fed up.

"What does this tattoo mean?" tired, you follow his game, you have no choice. Maybe they wouldn't kiss.

Matt starts a long talk about his tattoos, your head was only thinking that if they kiss you should do something so that he will never forget about you. After that you would throw him out of your life, you were clear that he would never fuck because that would mean waiting another year with this step.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that when you realized Matt was getting dangerously close to you with the intention of kissing you, in an agile reflex you pushed him away. Matt swore under his breath.

"You didn't just do this to me" his tone of voice was completely different, he was upset. "You know it took me a lot to get the courage to do it and you just push me away"

"Oh Matty, were you really going to kiss? I didn't think we would do this... I'm seriously surprised" you use a silly and innocent tone.

You touch your leg, approaching him, but Matt was really angry.

"Forget it" still he tried to stay sane and not be violent with you.

"Do you really want us to forget about it?" Your body was leaning towards him.

Matt looked into your eyes and you could only smile evilly.

"No, I don't want us to forget shit" Matt took your face in his hands and joined your mouths in a hot kiss, full of desire.

The kiss wasn't bad at all, it was so hot, you definitely won't regret provoking it. The next few days you have been ignoring Matt, only talking to him as much as necessary.

"Great, they kissed, now wait another four months and maybe I'll hold your hand." your friend mocks.

"Forget it, today I'm going to leave all this shit" your friend looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "Believe me, I'm not going to wait another long months for us to fuck, I can't stand him continuing to use me as a diary."

"What are you going to do to leave him?"

"You just wait"

At night while Matt was again talking to you about his daily life, he mentioned Chris again. You knew he would, you've been talking to him too much that morning.

Matt was going completely crazy, you were completely toying with him.

And that's how you won, of course Matt looked bad. He didn't understand a damn thing what happened. You take a sip of your smoothie as Nick gapes at you.

"You... I thought he would be the one who would screw you, but you just made Matt fall in love with you and you threw him out of your life like a fucking toy"

"That's right, we haven't even fucked, what a damn disappointment"

"They just kissed, Matt really is so slow at this stuff."

"Don't worry, I've got this figured out" you smile as you play with the straw of your smoothie.

For the next few weeks, Matt has been distant from you, completely filled with resentment toward you. But that doesn't affect you in the slightest, you had other goals to achieve. And you knew this couldn't go wrong...

"Shit Chris!" You curse and clench your bottom lip between your teeth.

Chris was fucking you carelessly in his car that is parked a few meters from the university.

His hands were all over your body, damn, it was what you were wanting. You could feel his warm cock moving in and out of you, but you needed to take control.

You climb on top of him, leaving your breasts bare right in front of his face. You take off the stupid cap and Chris buries his face between your breasts, kissing them.

You spit out your palm and look for Chris's cock to jerk him off a little, when Chris moves away from your breasts he pinches your nipples mercilessly.

You guide the pink tip of Chris' cock to your entrance and moan in pleasure as you feel him fill you completely.

You place your hands on Chris's bare shoulders and gain momentum to jump, your ass shaking rhythmically on his cock.

Your eyes were on Chris, you loved seeing him frown and bite his lip from time to time. While letting out some complaints. Chris's hands were on your ass occasionally helping you with speed, giving you some butt cheeks as well.

"Are you going to come pretty boy?" You ask him while holding one of your hands tightly to Chris's cheeks.

“Fuck, you're a fucking slut” Chris blinks and his blue eyes lock onto yours.

You let go of his face and put your hand on his cheek, Chris's face turned around from the blow and then he slowly came back and bit his lip looking at me.

He forces you to stop your jumps and you raise your butt, leaving it in the air. He moves his hips against you, penetrating you roughly.

"Fucking Christopher!" Your nails dig into Chris's shoulders.

"Are you going to come, you fucking whore? Huh? Are you going to do it?" Chris grabs you by the neck and puts a little pressure on his grip.

"Oh Jesus! Christopher!" One of his hands hits your butt and you reach climax, Chris continues with his hip movements that were even faster than a moment ago, thanks to the friction and your orgasm that embraced him completely he releases inside you.

Your exhausted body slumps onto Chris, your hands leaving his shoulders and wrapping around Chris. Your head falls into the crook of her neck and you can smell the fragrance of her expensive perfume.

Chris had his hands on your hips, while his chest rose and fell trying to regulate his breathing.

You kiss his jaw.

"I really needed something like that, you haven't been bad at all" you praise him.

"You went with the wrong guy to begin with," he scoffs.

Then they knock on the car window and they both look out.

"Get out of the fucking car and for God's sake get dressed!" Nick shouts, making you laugh.

The following days have been quiet, Matt flees from your presence and on the other hand, you and Chris have been giving each other glances full of desire. You have to admit that he has fucked often.

"So you're fucking Christopher, wow, let me stand up" Your friend stands up and leans, capturing the attention of some people around.

"You really covered my damn mouth, I thought you would fall in love with Matt and he would be stupid to you. But it has been quite the opposite" You look at Nick who was sitting in front of you with a book in his hands.

"You say Matt has fallen in love with me?" You smile sideways and Nick looks at you over his glasses and slams his book shut, leaving it carelessly on the table.

"Don't play with him, he's had enough, he still doesn't know you're fucking Chris." This information was pure pro.

"Oh Nick, don't worry, I won't tell him anything" you laugh and Nick just curses himself for having said too much.

At the end of class you are usually the first to leave the place, but this time you are waiting for your pretty boy.

"Hey kid" you approach Chris who was walking towards the exit accompanied by the rest.

He smiles at you as a greeting, you hug him to walk together. Nick was walking behind you next to Matt, you could hear them talking.

"Do you have plans today?" You ask Chris and he scratches the back of his head.

He didn't expect you to invite him in front of everyone to fuck, because until now it was something private for both of you.

"Not really, what do you want to do?" He answers, you smile happily and catch Chris's arm with yours, causing your breasts to carelessly touch his arm.

"Cool, do you want to go to your house or mine?"

"Chris, you said we were going to get a haircut today," Nate, who was walking ahead of you, intervenes.

"Will you cut your hair?" You run your free hand through his messy hair. "Too bad, I love your hair like this, but you'll look sexy with a new cut."

"You can fuck later," Nate jokes.

Chris looks at you in disgust, but you give his arm a squeeze and they stop in the hallway.

"Don't worry kid, we'll see you later" you release your grip on Chris's arm, stand on your tiptoes and leave a short kiss on Chris's lips.. "Send me texts later" with that said you advance far from the rest.

Nick sees Chris's expression, he was just smiling while joking with Nate about it, on the other hand Matt was blank.

“I'm sorry Matt, but I have to go” Nick pats Matt on the shoulder empathically and runs to catch up with you.

When he manages to find you, he asks you for explanations about what happened. "I didn't know you were dating Chris."

“We don’t,” you reply.

"So why are you kissing him in front of everyone, Matt was there. You said you wouldn't tell him that you're sleeping with Chris."

"I don't know, I said it, plus Chris has already talked to Matt about him sleeping with me and Matt has told him that he doesn't mind" you remind him.

"Well, okay, that's true," Nick admits. "Anyway, you know he has feelings for you and you kiss Chris in front of him like it's nothing."

"Nick, I told you he wouldn't play with me and this is what happens to him because he's fucking insecure. "I should learn more about Chris, maybe then someone will fuck him." You continue walking, leaving Nick behind.

You smile victoriously.

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[kangnina]

MDNI - Rich!Jungwon 9

Jungwon Masterlist

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Jungwon giggles from beneath the covers, his lips ghosting over your satin pajamas as he makes his way down your belly. You know he is probably plotting to stay home at least one more day with you. Because you both know he always gets what he wants from you. But you try to hold your ground. You promised his mom you’d get him to talk to her about his sudden change of heart. After two days of ‘hooky and nookie’ as he declared it, he insisted he was prepared to have a long talk with her about the future of YI and his place in all of it. “Ohh no you don’t. Get some sleep! Tomorrow I’ll give you more after your meeting,” you say, grabbing his hair.

“Ow, Jagiya! Don’t be like that,” he whines as you pull him up by his hair. You release him, laughing as he sits upright in the bed. He pouts cutely, pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head as if defeated. But you’ve seen this tactic many times before. He is going to pounce on you– which he does but not before you move out of the way.

“Hey! Remember the last time we rolled outta bed? You could’ve given me a concussion Jungwon! Sex injuries are not cute, babe.” you say, crossing your arms.

“OKAY!” he says. “I quit. For real this time.” He tucks himself into the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin before he looks over at you with his boba eyes, like a little child waiting for a bedtime story. He’s so adorable when he looks at you like that. You slide down into the bed, kissing him before turning out the lamp. “I’ll just wait until you fall asleep, Jagiya” he says.

“The hell you will!” you chuckle.

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Jungwon wanted you to accompany him for his meeting with his mom. But you were worried that your presence would be considered influential or maybe even distracting. You wanted Jungwon and his mom to have a sincere conversation about Yang International, as it is their family business. You would never say it to him but it’s highly favorable, only having to appeal to his mother alone. His late father would have certainly rejected ever having this discussion. You know Jungwon’s only way out would have been to run away.

“Jagiya, I'm home!” he sings, through the house, pulling you out of your thoughts. You prepared a special feast to celebrate – well, you aren’t really sure it’s a celebration. But the point is to make him feel like he has the support of his wife, no matter what happens next. You call him from the kitchen.

“Surprise Wonie! How did it go?!” you hug and kiss him before pulling him to sit at the table.

“Wow, this looks delicious,” he smiles, dimples deep as he takes a seat. He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a breath. “It went well. Mom agreed that I should take some time to be with you because we are still newlyweds. But she said I should think hard about what I want to do next with my life. She's right. I never really thought about it before. YI was written into my fate, you know? It’s all we– my dad– ever talked about. So for now, Mom will help me slowly take a step back as we look for suitable candidates to replace me as CEO. A smoother transition than just suddenly resigning, for sure.” You can already tell that he is much happier than he was before he left home this morning. It makes you feel happier as well. The past few months have been a rollercoaster of emotions for him. You just had to buckle up and hold on tight because that’s all you felt like you could do from your golden pedestal. You smile at him, squeezing his hand.

“I’m proud of you for being brave enough to admit you want something different with your life. I’m sure whatever happens next will be amazing.” Jungwon nods, plucking a grape from a bowl of fruit on the table. He pops it into his mouth, smiling mischievously. “Now, I believe you promised me that I could fuck you after my meeting.” You raise your eyebrow as he loosens his tie.

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[blegh-110]

ii. "you told me i was pretty when i looked like a mess" | Sam Monroe

Pairing: older brother's best friend!Sam Monroe x fem!reader

Summary: Best friend’s older brother!Sam Monroe who you could always count on when you were 13 and he was 15.

Warnings: None

Word count: 976

Your hands shook as you applied some tinted lip balm, the tube almost slipping out of your hand because of the sweat forming. 

It was the night of the school’s winter dance, and you were asked to go with a boy who was in your Spanish class. He sat in front of you and always asked to copy your homework, and you’d oblige because every single time he’d say “you’re amazing” and “what what I do without you?” And the occasional tease, “these better be right, or i'm gonna have to ask someone else.” 

It felt too good to be true when he asked you to go with him to the dance, but he was just so nice to you when you saw him. In the end, it was too good to be true when you overheard his friends ask him why he chose you and not the girl he actually liked. 

“She’s been letting me copy her homework, I thought this could be like a ‘thank you’.” 

“But it’s fucking awkward, none of us know her, our dates don’t either, and she’s not really talking. She's just there.”  

You did feel out of place the entire time. Apparently the girl he liked was friends with the other guys dates, they all ran in the same circle and you were the odd one out. While they had their inside jokes and well established friendships, you barely knew your own date. And he didn’t really bother to include you. So you did end up just sitting and listening and wishing you could partake. 

The second you found out his true reasoning to ask you out, the tears came and you wanted to go home. But how? Your date’s mother was the one to drop everyone off. Your brother was out with his girlfriend, and you knew he’d be pissed if he had to leave and pick up his crying, little sister. And the last thing you wanted was to get bombarded with questions from your parents if you did go home so early. 

You called the only person you could think of. You weren’t sure what the plan was, but you just didn’t want to be alone. 

And just seeing him, someone who you feel safe in the presence of, you run into his arms and let the tears flow. It was hard to make out from your watery explanation, but he understood what happened and held you just a little tighter. Despite his anger, there was nothing he could do. They were still in middle school and Sam was a sophmore in high school, he’d look like the loser if he went inside and beat up a kid two years younger than him. 

“Oh, god.” You said as you wiped away your tears only to see the blackness from your mascara. You could only wonder how pathetic you look. This was supposed to be a special night, and it had barely begun before it turned into the worst night of your life so far. 

“Stop that, you still look pretty.” He wipes your cheeks with his long sleeve, trying to wipe away your mascara but really just dragging it around. 

“Thanks.” You whisper, not really believing it.  

“No, I’m serious. You got that kind of Courtney Love-Hole look, y’look cool.” He leaned back to get a better look at you and smiled. You loved when he smiled, when he was happy and sweet, especially towards you. And in the moonlight, he was even more handsome.

With it being winter and cold outside, Sam gave you his jacket and slung his arm around you as he began to walk you home. You thought you could die at that very moment and be the happiest girl in the world. 

“So what should I do to whats-his-stupid-fucking-face?” He knew wasn’t going to do anything to the kid, but he wanted to lift your mood. You smiled and shook your head. Honestly, you wanted nothing to do with him but you played along.

“Just punch him real hard in the face, I want it to be swollen and ugly.” 

“Yeah, yeah that’s good. And let’s take his money, I’ll- no listen to me,” he interrupted himself at your snort and continued, “I’ll kick the back of his knees, hold him down, then you take the five dollars out of his pocket, got it?” 

You giggled as you imagined it, kicking the back of his knees. You saw him do it to your brother after he slapped the sunburn on your shoulder and that was the most you had ever laughed. You’ll never forget your brother’s shock and pointed finger to the smaller slap mark on his back, “she did it to me first, look!”

“Nah, she wouldn’t do that.” 

“And we’ll get hot chocolate with the money.” And he pointed to your favorite cafe and walked towards it. 

“Sam, wait, I don’t have any money on me right now.”

“That’s okay, it’s on me. Something good has to come out of tonight.” He dragged you to the building, and in there he bought you a hot chocolate with extra milk. Which was something you appreciated because you burned your tongue really bad drinking your hot chocolate a few weeks ago and he saw. 

What followed was some talking about movies, music, and embarrassing stories(your favorite one being that he fell off his chair in class because he was leaning backwards). Then a trip to the park where you two spun on the merry-go-round until you couldn’t see straight or stop laughing. 

And when he finally took you home, he gave you a short peck to your head and wished you a good night. It was that moment you believed he liked you as well, and you dreamed of what it would be like to be boyfriend/girlfriend with him.

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[echobx]

Rafe and reader, she has bad cramps and he tries to help by running her a bath and massaging her uterus. Major Fluff please

author's note: I'm so hoping this is fluffy enough even though I added some tiny tiny smutty bits •~• it's a really short blurb but I hope you like it anyway

warnings: cockwarming (unprotected), other than that it's pure fluff

“Rafe?” you ask, your body soaking in the hot water as you look up at him through teary eyes.

“Yes?” he turns back around, a concerned look on his face.

“Please stay. Don't leave,” you whisper and he steps from one foot onto the other, thinking before coming back over to the tub. Kneeling down he traces your nose and smiles softly.

“Where do you need me, love?” His voice is deep and almost seductive, but you know he just does it to sooth you, to calm you down.

“Here,” you claw at your stomach. The steaming hot water was helping with the cramps, but it wasn't doing enough.

He undresses before you, taking his time and watching you bite your lip and a faint smile playing on your lips. You still can't believe that he's with you, that he chose you of all the girls he could have.

“In front or behind?” he asks and you point at the space in front of you. “Fuck,” he hisses as he places his left foot in the water. “You’re boiling in there, babe, like, chicken soup.”

“I'm not a chicken in soup,” you pout and he steps in fully.

“This will impact future generations of Camerons,” he sighs and sits down, hissing quietly until he's fully emerged and has grown accustomed to the heat.

“Those future generations will be fine,” you giggle and move closer to him, sitting down on his thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You think so?” he smiles and rubs his hands over your hips.

“M-hmm,” you humm and lean your head against his.

“Does this feel better?” Rafe asks with a soft voice. His hands are on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on your lower stomach.

“Yes, thank you,” you sigh into him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I heard sex helps with cramps,” he whispers in your ear and you pull away to look into his blue eyes.

“Not happening, Cameron,” you shake your head no.

“So you rather have bad cramps than use me? By all means,” he feigned innocence.

“You're unbelievable,” you laugh and he kisses your lips again and again.

“I'm your impossible, baby,” Rafe whispers against your lips, bringing you in closer and kissing you deeply. His long, breathtaking, toe curling kisses cloud your mind, and suddenly you can't even remember why you are in the tub. He has successfully rewired your brain yet again and this time he needed nothing more than to kiss you for it.

“Maybe,” you mumble, kissing him again and slipping your hand down to grasp his hard dick. You lift your hips just enough to let him slip into you and let yourself sink down again. The feeling of his hard cock filling you out is numbing the pain even more than the kisses and hot water, and it makes no sense to you, but you like it.

“Told you,” Rafe smiles and kisses you again. It's a long bath, full of kisses and gentle rolls of your hips.

The water went cold long ago when you're still in the tub, completely entangled and Rafe is whispering sweet nothings to you, holding onto you and making sure you're the most comfortable you've ever been. He makes you cum with soft touches and loving kisses to your lips, neck and temple.

It's the most intimate he's ever been with you, slow and gentle and only caring what you need. He makes you feel a million times better than you have ever felt, even when you don't have to deal with your debilitating cramps.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 39)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

Not long after Siobhan had left Amanda's house with the evidence she needed, she went to see her brother who was surprised to see her again so soon.

"You are not going to believe what I just found out," Siobhan said, her voice anxious and strained as soon as Cillian opened the door. "The reason why you were acting like you were completely out of it that night had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with Amanda and Danielle." 

"What are you talking about?" Cillian asked, his brows furrowing in confusion and Siobhan quickly pulled out her phone and showed Cillian the recording.

"Amanda spiked your drink. But it was Danielle's idea ," Siobhan told him, her voice filled with anger and worry.

Cillian's eyes widened in shock as he listened to the recording of Amanda and Danielle admitting to their plan. "What the fuck?" he whispered, his voice barely audible as he listened to the sound of his ex-wife's voice on the recording.

Siobhan nodded solemnly, her own anger still simmering just below the surface. "Yeah, I know," she said, handing him the phone so that he could listen for himself.

"I couldn't believe it at first either, but it's all there on tape. I was so angry when I heard them confessing to their plan that I could hardly see straight. I mean, what they did was not only illegal, but it was also incredibly dangerous. It's a miracle that something worse didn't happen to you."

Cillian listened to the recording for the second time with a growing sense of shock and disbelief. As he listened to Amanda and Danielle's voices admitting to their plot, his head spun with a mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt.

How could they have done something so dangerous, so reckless? He knew he had made mistakes in the past, but this was on a whole new level.

"I-I don't understand," Cillian stammered, handing the phone back to Siobhan as he sank down onto the couch. "Why would they do something like this?"

Siobhan shook her head, her own anger still evident in her eyes. "I don't know, Cillian," she admitted, her voice laced with frustration. "I really don't.

It's just so out of character for them, especially Amanda. I mean, she's always been a bit vindictive, but this is just...," Siobhan's voice trailed off as she paced back and forth in front of the coffee table, her mind racing with a mix of anger and concern.

"Amanda was pregnant," Cillian  suddenly blurted out, his voice barely a whisper as he looked up at Siobhan with a mixture of shame and sadness.

"What?" Siobhan asked, stopping in her tracks as she looked at her brother in shock. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Cillian shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. "Because it was irrelevant. She did not want to have children and, to tell you the truth, with Y/N and Mara, I was glad that she didn't,"  Cillian continued, his voice strained as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

Siobhan gazed at her brother with a mixture of empathy and sadness. She never fully understood his relationship with Amanda, or why he ended so abruptly, but she knew that it had been difficult for him. 

"When I left Amanda, she knew that I left her for Y/N but she thought that I did this simply because she gave me something that Amanda wouldn't, namely a family," Cillian  admitted as Siobhan looked at him with a troubled expression, unsure of what to say next.

"But that's not why you left Amanda, is it?"  Siobhan asked gently, sensing that there was more to the story.

Cillian sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "No, it's not. I left Amanda because I wasn't happy with her, and when I spent more time with Y/N, I realised that I was actually in love with her. I probably had been for quite some time, but that relationship with Y/N was never something I wanted to pursue because, well, I am twice her age and it's not exactly good for my career,"  Cillian confessed, the guilt evident in his voice.

"But you no longer care?" Siobhan confirmed, looking at the jewelry box that was still sitting on Cillian's coffee table, containing the engagement ring he had bought for you. 

"No, I don't. I just want to be with Y/N and Mara. I want us to live together, and I want Max to visit us and stay with us whenever possible," Cillian said, looking Siobhan directly in the eyes. 

"Well, then do what you had planned to do, Cills. Propose to her," Siobhan  encouraged her brother, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and urgency.

Cillian looked at her with a small, grateful smile. "I want to. You have no idea how much I want to," he admitted, his gaze drifting towards the box on the coffee table once more. "But maybe now is not the right time. She doesn't even want to live with me, so I doubt that she would actually say 'yes'," Cillian said, his voice resigned as he looked down at his hands.

Siobhan's face softened as she looked at her brother. She knew that he had been struggling with his feelings for you, torn between what he wanted and what he thought was best for you. And now, after everything that had happened in the past few days, it was clear that his relationship with you was on shaky ground.

"Cillian, you need to talk to her anyway," Siobhan said after a moment of silence. "Maybe tell her what happened and then tell her what it is that you want," she suggested and Cillian nodded, knowing that she was right but, when he arrived at your house an hour later  , his heart felt heavy in his chest.

When you opened the front door, you were surprised to see him, thinking that you made it clear enough for him to understand that you needed some space after what ensued between him and Amanda.  It caught you off guard to see him at your doorstep, but Mara's face lit up when she saw him, reaching her little arms out towards him.

"Would you like to come in?" you asked as, despite your initial apprahension, you opened the door wider and invited him inside. 

"Yes, if that's okay?" Cillian said and, reluctantly, you nodded.

 Cillian smiled faintly as he walked inside and took Mara from your arms, kissing her on the cheek before setting her down on the floor. He glanced around the living room, taking in the cozy and welcoming atmosphere. You had rearranged things that day and he knew that this was because of him. 

When something bothered you, you occupied yourself with what some might call nesting and you certainly did exactly that.

"I hope I'm not intruding," he said, finally meeting your eyes.

You watched him warily, unsure of what to make of his sudden appearance.

"No, it's fine. Although you should have called first," you said, hugging your arms around yourself. You could feel a cold draft from outside, making you shiver involuntarily.

"I know, it's just...," he began to stammer before cutting straight to the chase  . "I need to tell you something. It's about that night - at the party..."

As he trailed off, you couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

"You did sleep with her didn't you?" you interrupted  , your voice hollow as you looked at him with a mixture of hurt and anger but, much to your surprise, Cillian quickly shook his head.

"No, of course not! But I did kiss her and she did want to take this further and, after she spiked my drink, I couldn't think straight Y/N. I am sorry,"  he explained, looking at you with regret in his eyes.

"She what?" you asked when you heard that Amanda had spiked his drink. You were shocked and confused by the news and felt a mix of emotions, including anger and hurt, well up within you. "Jesus Cillian, how do you know?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to process this new information.

Cillian looked at you with a mixture of guilt and regret written all over his face. "Siobhan got her to admit it after she suspected that something was wrong. I only had two beers that night and I shouldn't have been of my face like that,"  Cillian continued, his voice filled with remorse.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you realized that Cillian hadn't cheated on you per se, but the fact that she had spiked his drink was still deeply concerning.

"Why would she do something like that?" you wondered aloud, a frown furrowing your brow.

"She was angry and bitter about our break-up. I should have seen it coming," Cillian replied, letting out a sigh.  "But I didn't and now, well, I mean look at us. I am sorry Y/N," he told you  , his voice laced with regret.

You looked at him for a long moment, unsure of what to say or do. On one hand, you wanted to yell at him, demand to know why he had let this happen in the first place. But on the other hand, you knew that he had been weak in that moment, that he was not thinking clearly and the fact that he couldn't think clearly was not his fault.  Amanda's actions had consequences, and Cillian was suffering the brunt of it.

"It's not your fault," you eventually said, your voice soft as you looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and compassion. "You didn't know what was happening."

Cillian nodded, letting out a sigh as he looked at you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "So you forgive me?"  Cillian asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked at you with a mixture of hope and fear in his eyes. 

"Yes  , I forgive you," you told him, a small smile touching your lips as you looked back at him. It was the truth - you did forgive him. You understood that he hadn't intended for any of this to happen.

You could tell that he was hurting, that the guilt was heavy on his shoulders. He had made a mistake, but it wasn't something irreparable. At least, not if you both were willing to work through it.

"But that doesn't mean that I'm okay with what happened. I'm not. I can't just forget about it overnight," you continued, wanting to make sure that Cillian understood where you were coming from.

"I know, I understand. And I won't ask you to forget about it. I just want you to know how sorry I am and that I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you," Cillian said, taking a step towards you as he reached out to take your hand in his.

"That's not what I meant Cillian. I meant that Amanda needs to be charged with assault. I can't forget that this happened not because of what you did, but because of what she did," you said with determination while taking his hands  in yours.

Cillian's expression changed, and he knew that you were right. He let out a deep sigh and nodded. "Okay, I'll talk to Siobhan about it," Cillian replied, relieved that you weren't holding him solely responsible for the situation.

As the night went on, Cillian and you sat on the couch, holding hands, and talked about everything that had happened. He stayed for a while, cooked dinner for you and put Mara to bed.

It was a peaceful night, and you could feel the tension between you two slowly dissipating.

Being tired from the day's events, Cillian rested his head on your stomach as you were both laying on the couch, watching the Big Bang Theory and you ran your fingers through his hair .

Cillian closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of your fingers gently massaging his scalp.  The warmth of your body, the sound of your steady heartbeat, and the softness of your touch brought him a sense of comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Despite the chaos that had unfolded between you and him, he was grateful for this moment of peace. It was a reminder that you were still here, still willing to give him a chance, and still capable of forgiveness.

As you continued to run your fingers through his hair, Cillian couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions welling up inside of him.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of the TV.

You looked down at him, a small smile touching your lips as you looked back into his eyes.

"I love you too, Cillian," you replied, your voice soft as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I just can't imagine a life without you and Mara, Y/N.  I want us to be a proper family, you know," Cillian murmured against your lips, his voice earnest and sincere.

"I want that too, Cillian. More than anything," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion as you felt the familiar warmth spread through your body. You had missed this feeling, the feeling of being truly seen and appreciated by someone who meant so much to you and, yet, what he said next, caught you off guard completely. 

"Then marry me, Y/N," Cillian said, looking up at you with eyes filled with hope and excitement while you gasped in shock, unsure about how to respond.

You looked down at him, your mind racing as you tried to process his words. You loved Cillian, there was no doubt about that, but the idea of getting married right now after all that had happened between you, Cillian and your families made you feel uneasy.

"Are you being serious?" you asked  , your voice barely above a whisper as you looked down at Cillian, trying to gauge his expression.

Cillian's face was open and earnest, his eyes shining with hope and excitement. "Yes, I am being serious. You are the only woman I will ever want," he replied, his voice filled with conviction.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion rising up within you. You had always imagined getting married and starting a family, but the reality of it seemed so far away. You did not feel ready for this journey just yet and you most certainly still needed time to process the way your new life was unfolding. Being a mother was exciting but also daunting at your age and you couldn't possibly think about making yet another life changing decision so soon. 

"I-I don't know what to say, Cillian," you stammered, your voice trembling as you looked down at him with a mixture of confusion and fear. "I love you, I do, but I'm just not sure if I'm ready."

Cillian's face fell, and you could see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes. He knew that this was a possibility, but he had hoped that you would say yes, despite the recent events and the current state of your relationship.

"It's okay, Y/N. I understand," Cillian replied, his voice laced with disappointment and hurt. You could tell that he was trying to keep his emotions in check, but you could see the pain in his eyes as he looked up at you.

"I should probably head home. It's getting late," Cillian said after a moment, and you nodded, feeling a pang of sadness in your chest as he pulled away from you.

"Okay, I'll walk you out," you replied, getting up from the couch and following him to the front door.

As you walked together in silence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty about your relationship with Cillian. You loved him, and you wanted to be with him, but the idea of getting married and starting a family was a huge commitment, and one that you weren't sure you were ready for.

You had only been together for a few months, and already, so much had happened between you.

You opened the front door, the cool air of the night rushing in to greet you as you stepped outside. 

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for the night?" you asked, seeing that you did not want him to leave like this but, unsurprisingly, he shook his head.

"No, I will go," he  said, his eyes unreadable as he looked at you.

You sighed, feeling a sense of disappointment and sadness wash over you as you looked into his eyes. Despite everything that had happened between you, you still wanted him to stay.  You wanted to spend the night with him, to feel his arms around you, and to forget about the chaos that was currently surrounding you. But you knew that you couldn't. Not right now. You said 'no' and now you had to give him time to digest your answer. 

Note: What do you think Cillian and Y/N should do now?

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[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

"You got the best of me."

Wips, different colours and context below the cut. (TW: Religious themes)

If you're curious, this illustration is based on a comic (which is based on a fan fiction) I worked on for a long time called "You Got the Best of Me". Yes, it's a BTS song. It's a good B-side.

The idea is that traveller!Antonio finds his way to a small, wayward tomato farmed owned by this grumpy man called Lovino. He's the son of the village's head priest who had passed away from cancer when he was a child, not long after his younger brother, Feliciano was born.

Feliciano was always sickly and couldn't do very much. He was a crybaby. He was kind of pathetic but always cheerful and Lovino loved him very much, and worked hard to support him.

Growing up, Feliciano became very religious like their grandfather and trained to become a priest. Lovino didn't exactly disapprove, since it meant Feliciano would be taken care of, but he didn't believe in God as much as he used to. Afterall, God let his grandfather—the epitome of Godfearring—die so painfully. Feliciano tries his best to reconnect but their difference in faith made it difficult.

In the present day, Antonio and Lovino met when Antonio just stumbles into a village party one day. He leans against an empty barrel, exhausted, until someone taps his shoulder. He turns around and sees a handsome, albeit drunk as fuck young man giving him a bottle of alcohol, telling him to cheer up and drink. Antonio fell in love at first sight. That smile was gorgeous.

They meet again the next day when Antonio walks into the church and sees the same young man sitting at the back. The young man didn't say no when Antonio sits with him, and doesn't do anything when Antonio talks to him and asks to share his Bible.

After service, they walk around the church in silence and they go to a quiet stretch of meadow where Antonio plays some childhood songs on his guitar. Antonio was surprised when Lovino knew the words and could speak Spanish. Lovino said the 'weirdos' his grandfather made friends with taught him whatever he knew, which was surprisingly a lot.

They continue chatting and without knowing, it had been hours.

"Brother, it's lunch time," Feliciano said softly.

Lovino screamed. "H-how the fuck did you find me?"

Feliciano laughed as he pointed to the footsteps in the ground. "There's coffee! No alcohol, don't drink so much." Feliciano acknowledged Antonio with a curtsey and a suspicious glance. Lovino did not always have the best judgement.

The three of them walked together, Lovino walked ahead because he was hungry and knew that he needed to explain himself. Antonio and Feliciano introduced themselves. Feliciano was not as paranoid as before—Antonio seemed like a nice person. Antonio liked that Feliciano took things well despite his sickliness and hoped that he would get better soon. Feliciano gave him a look.

Antonio understood immediately. Feliciano was unnervingly pale and skinny. The only thing about him that was strong was his will to live. Antonio promised to never talk about it again and Feliciano smiled.

A few months go by and Antonio was helping Lovino harvest tomatoes and that was when Lovino pulls him aside and asks, "Do you know about my grandfather?" Antonio said vaguely because he and Feliciano slipped it in conversations here and there. Lovino nodded and then elaborated more on what Antonio 'vaguely' knew. Lovino usually wasn't this open so what happened now?

"Doctors said Feliciano won't have longer than a year left."

Antonio felt devastated. He did not know them for very long and yet he knew Feliciano was one of the better sort of people out there. He could only imagine how painful it must be for Lovino—his own brother!

"Is God trying to take a piss at me?" Lovino said angrily. "For not believing? For fucking giving up? For calling Him a bastard? If He feels bad, then maybe He should stop fucking killing everyone I love! My own family, Antonio! What the fuck is wrong with Him?"

Antonio listened. Lovino started ugly sobbing, understandably so. Antonio nodded.

"Feliciano's a good kid. He's always doing his fucking best. He never whored around, he's always nice. He cooked for old ladies. He prays and reads the Bible every fucking day. Why do you Hate your own, God? Is it because he's dating some guy? Well, I don't like the blonde son of a bitch either but I won't kill them. What the fuck is your problem? Aren't you the good one?"

Antonio pat his back. And then, Lovino said, "Why can't He just kill me instead? Let Feliciano go. Let him be happy."

"That won't change anything."

"Yeah that fucking won't but at least I won't be sad."

"Well, I would."

Lovino looked at Antonio like he was crazy.

"But you'll fucking bounce in what? A week? Two weeks? I know your type. You idiots never fucking stay in one place, always running around, bumming around without doing anything proper. Piss off, Antonio. You'll find another one in China or some shit."

"No, Lovino. I care about you. I don't want you to die. Feli's not dead yet. What would he say?"

"He'd tell me to pray."

"Praying isn't dying, sí?" Antonio said. The sun was setting and the birds were chirping. Antonio picked up a plump tomato from the ground, wiped it with his shirt and gave it to Lovino. "Eating this beautiful tomato won't cure you or Feli of your pain but it sure tastes really nice."

Lovino laughed at that childish response. He ate the tomato and smiled. It was quite delicious. Antonio thought he looked like an angel when he smiled, especially now. They looked at each other with an unspoken emotion, something at the tip of their tongue. Antonio knew it a bit better than Lovino but it was still scary because it meant giving up his freedom to stay here.

Forever.

Of course, he can talk about travelling with Lovino but he knew lazy bastard wouldn't want to do anything. He could try to get Lovino out of the house. He could lose his dignity and leave and reclaim that freedom. He could... Lovino laughed again and that smile was gorgeous.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Loves Not A Drag

Based on the long text post with @decentsoupperson spicy ending will be in my AO3 later 💕

"I don't know Angel, this is a little over the top."

Angel rolled his eyes. "You make a hot fucking woman, own it!" He finished putting on the last of Adams drag makeup.

Adam rolled his eyes, that now had long sharp eyeliner and fluffy eyelashes, "Of course I'm fucking hot, I'm hot no matter what."

"I don't know what your problem is then, this isn't even the first time you've let me make you up like this."

Adam had been letting Angel dress him up as a drag queen to the nines. Now, he had on a long flowing brunette wig, a lilac purple dress with matching knee high heeled boots, jewelry, makeup done to perfection and perfume.

If he met himself as a woman he'd do him.

Now, Adam never went out looking like this, he stressed it was only to help out Angel. He didn't enjoy looking like a woman, not the dress, the bra or the panties.....

"Shit, I think I left the setting spray in your room."

Adam looked at Angel in the mirror. "Why the fuck is it in MY room?"

"Cause that's where we did this last remember? I must have just forgot it. Can you go get it?"

Adam's eyes went wide. Got out like this?! "Are you fucking high! I can't go out like this."

Angel rolled his eyes this time, putting everything else away. "It's just down the fucking hall. No one will see you big guy. Or should I say, big girl?" He smirked and it only widened when Adam glared at him.

"Don't fucking test me, bitch." Adam sighed, it wasn't that far he'd be in and out before anyone would see him.

Easy.

"Fine."

"Thank you, buddy." Angel gave an exaggerated thanks.

Adam grumbled as he made his way over to the door. He peaked his head out, no one around. Adam quietly walked down the hall, he was almost there!

"Well hello, there." Adam stopped dead in his tracks, dread filling him. No, no, no, anyone but him. Swallowing thickly, Adam plastered on a nervous smile and turned to face Lucifer. "My, you're a pretty little thing, have we met?"

Adam blinked, he didn't recognize him? He didn't recognize him! In the best woman voice he could muster, Adam answered. "No, I don't think so." He couldn't believe how real his voice sounded, not a high pitched and fake but somewhere in the middle sounding softer and a little feminine. "You are?"

"Lucifer Morningstar." Lucifer took a hokd of Adam's left hand and held it up.

"Like the King of Hell?"

Lucifer placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand. "The very same. And you my dear, what is your name?"

"Ad-" Shit, he can't let Lucifer know it's him! Adam would never hear the fucking end of it. "Adaline."

"Adaline, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Say, you wouldn't happen to be single would you? Cause I'd like to take you out sometime." Lucifer grinned widely, oh he knew it was Adam, those golden eyes gave him away. But why not have some fun and get to go on a date with his favorite sinner.

"Really? Oh, I'm very flattered. Are you sure?"

"The most sure I've been in a long time. What do you say, Adaline?"

Adam bit his lip, he knew he shouldn't but what would it hurt? "Sure, when?"

"How about tonight at seven? I'll meet you in the lobby."

Adam's heart started racing. "Okay, it's a date."

"It sure is. I'll see you later" Lucifer let go of Adams hand and walked away, making sure to get an eye full of Adams ass in that dress. He'd have to thank Angel later.

Adam sighed in relief once Lucifer was gone. He ran to his room, grabbed the setting spray and rushed back to Angels room. "ANGEL HOLY FUCK!"

"SHIT!" Angel fumbled his brushes. "What the fuck!?"

"I have a fucking date with Lucifer." Words Adam never thought he'd say.

"What? How?"

"He caught me off guard in the fucking hallway. So, I pretended to be a woman and he asked me out."

Angel gasped excitedly he cupped Adams face. "You know what this means!? I have got to make you show stopping! Here, put on these." He handed Adam a matching set of black lace panties and a push up bra. "What will you wear?"

Adam didn't know! He hasn't been on a date in years, let alone one as a woman. "Fuck, um..... Oh!" When he came back as a sinner, he was able to control plants. Using his power, he formed a dress that was made out of red roses. "There." It was high in the front, longer in the back.

Angel whistled. "Smoking. Now, let me do your makeup to match."

Adam looked himself over once more before he was to head down and meet Lucifer for their date. Weird thing to say.

He was in his dress, with black and red pumps and a crown of roses in his hair. With flowers around him, he used them to get the pollen on him so he'd smell even more like a flower. "There, how's that?"

Angel gave him a chefs kiss. "Go get him, Adaline." He winked at him and Adam only shook his head.

Clearing his throat, Adam made his way down to the lobby where Lucifer was waiting for him.

Lucifer turned when Adam came down the stairs and he swore his throat went dry and that he was looking at a piece of heaven once again. "Wow, you look gorgeous."

Adaline smiled sweetly, "Why thank you. You look rather handsome yourself." And he did, even though he was wearing a suit it wasn't his normal one it was more gray. "Where are we going?"

"Ozzie's in the Lust ring." Lucifer opened a portal and offered his arm. "Shall we?"

Adaline took the arm. "We shall." They walked through the portal arm in arm. Adam had never been to another ring before, mainly because sinners aren't allowed in any others.

Lucifer had pulled a few strings and had gotten Ozzie's all just for them, this way he can have Adam or in this case, Adaline, all to himself and see if he can get him to slip up. They were seated at a table near the front. "So my dear, tell me about yourself. Do you like plants?"

"Oh yes, I love plants and nature. Especially flowers." Adam played with one of the roses on his dress. "I love animals too." Was it hot in here? It felt like Adam was sweating, good thing all his makeup was sweat proof.

"Lovely, what kind of music do you like? Pop, classical, rock?"

Adam paused as if to think his answer over but on the inside he was panicking. Did Lucifer know? He seemed to not know that it was actually Adam, he even went the extra mile and shaved! Everything! Yes, even there. "Who doesn't enjoy rock music? Sometimes a girl just has to let her hair down and have some fun."

Lucifer sipped his drink that the waiter brought by. "I couldn't agree more. You like ribs? We can share those if you'd like."

Oooooh ribs sounded so fucking good right now. "That sounds awesome. Um, Lucifer?" Adam looked around the restaurant and noticed that there were no other customers. "Is it a slow night or are we the only ones here?"

"I value privacy so I rented out the entire restaurant. And I would love nothing more than to be alone with a beautiful woman such as yourself.~" Lucifer flirted and yeah, maybe he was putting it on a little thick but he wanted to fluster Adam so that he'd slip up and reveal it's really him. So many complaints was the way to go.

Adam felt his face heat up and he smiled sweetly, making sure to even giggle a little. "Oh stop, you're too sweet." This girly voice was going to be the death of his throat. "Thank you." His voice cracked in the last word and he coughed a little.

"Do you need some water?"

"No no, I just sucked air down the wrong way. No biggie."

In the distance, Ozzie was watching their whole interaction. "He knows that's a drag queen right?" He asked one of the many waiters. The waiter merely shrugged and went over to take the couple's order. Ozzie waited until the waiter left to go in for the kill. "Lucifer! How is everything so far?"

Lucifer looked up at Ozzie and smiled politely. "Good!"

"Good, good. And this is your lovely date....?"

"Adaline." Adam supplied with a smile.

"Adaline, a lovely name. Do you mind if I speak with you over here for a moment, Lu? I just want to make sure that this, uh, detail you ordered is to your liking." Ozzie asked as kindly as he could, he didn't want to raise any red flags.

Lucifer gave Ozzie an odd look but playef along. He didn't order anything special for the date, renting out the place with a private dinner and show was the special thing. So what could he possibly want? "What is it Oz, I'm on a date here."

"Yeah about that. There's no delicate way to say this, so I'll just say it." Ozzie took a deep breath. "You realize that your date isn't a woman, but a man? Like a beautiful drag queen made of roses?".

Lucifer laughed. "Oh is that all?" He started to whisper. "Yes I know that Adaline is actually Adam, but he doesn't know that I know. So, please keep your lips zipped and don't ruin my fun."

Ozzie held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I just had to check. We had a similar situation here not long ago where the guy didn't know." That had been a very bad day, the staff were still cleaning bits of that poor soul out of the carpet. "I just didn't want you blind sighted."

"Thanks Oz, I appreciate that."

Ozzie gave him a knowing look and waggled his eyebrows. "So, you gonna shag him in that dress?"

Lucifer snorted with a grin. "Do I look like a fool? If things go my way of course I will." He could even picture how Adam would look spread out on his sheets, that dress overflowing, a soft look on his face.....Okay now his pants were too tight.

Ozzie clapped him on the back. "Go get em, tiger."

Lucifer smiled and returned to his seat. "I'm so sorry about that my dear, where were we?"

Adam gave a polite smile. "That was Asmodeus, right? I hope everything is okay, it must have been important."

"Nothing I couldn't handle." He winked at him. The waiter brought out their ribs, steaming hot. "Dig in love, these are the best in the ring."

Adam felf his mouth water with want. The urge to devour those ribs like an animal was strong, but he was a woman at the moment. That meant he should probably eat them like a lady, well, as much as he could, ribs were messy no matter what. They split the ribs between them and Adam bit into the tender flesh and chewed slowly, both to try and have manners and to savor the delicious flavor. Not to mention he didn't want to smudge his lipstick. "These are very good."

"Indeed they are." Lucifer had to agree they were good. "What were you like when you were alive? What did you do?" This would trip Adam up for sure!

Adam panicked slightly, he didn't have a background story ready to go. He didn't think there would be this many fucking questions! "Oh, I was a florist! Yes, a florist that's why I love flowers so much." Nice save Adam, he mentally high fived himself.

"Oh really?" Well Lucifer hadn't expected that.

"Yeah, it was a great time, my wife and I- er." Fuck, how could he fuck it up at the end like that?!

Lucifer tried to serpress a smirk. "You were married to a woman before?"

Adam swallowed, no going back now. "Yes, I'm bisexual." Which wasn't a lie.

"What was her name?"

"Ev-" Dammit Adam think this through for once! "Eeeevelyn. Evelyn." Wow, that's not even that creative.

"Did you take her last name?"

"Yes actually, it was Hugo." Adaline Hugo sounded pretty good.

Lucifer blinked and took a breath. "Her name was Evelyn Hugo?"

Adam wanted to smack himself, curse you Angel and your modern romance literature! "Yes." Adam took a drink of water. "But enough about me, tell me about yourself."

"As you know, I've been married before and have a daughter." Adam nodded. "I have a fascination with ducks. Do you like ducks, my dear?" Lucifer asked.

Adam brightened. "Yes, the little yellow ones are my favorite."

"Mine too! And, I have a thing for gorgeous, tall, brunette, women. You my dear are breathtaking." Lucifer flirted, his voice taking on a seductive tone.

Adam felt his face warm up. "Oh thank you. You're quite handsome yourself." He winked feeling bold.

"I'm not the one who looks like she belongs in a wedding dress." Lucifer clamped his mouth shut. What the fuck was that!? This was their first date and he let's something like that slip out!

Adam felt his heart leap in his chest. Lucifer thought about getting married again? He wanted to see him in a wedding dress? No focus!

The flowers on the table changed from yellow lilies to red roses. "Oh oops!" Using his powers, Adam changed the flowers back. "Dinner was lovely, thank you."

"You're most welcome. How about we go for a small walk? I can show you around Lust.~" Lucifer suggested and Adam agreed. They walked around for a while until they came to a bench in a nearby park. Adam and Lucifer sat down and gazed at the moonlight. "I've been meaning to ask, where did you get that dress? It's absolutely ravishing on you."

Adam puffed up a bit. "I made it myself."

This actually surprised Lucifer. "Really? That's quite impressive, it must have taken so long." He took a hold of Adam's hand and swiped his thumb over the top.

"Oh it was nothing really." Adam watched, his breath caught in his throat as Lucifer not only placed a tender kiss on the back on his hand, but started to kiss his way up his arm. It kind if tickled. Adam couldn't help the very genuine giggle that came out. "Luci, thats tickles."

He felt Lucifer smile against his skin, the hand not holding his wrapped around his waist, pulling Adam closer. When Lucifer made it to Adam's neck he inhaled the lovely scent of flowers and something entirely Adam. He looked into Adam's beautiful golden eyes, warmth blooming in his chest. "May I kiss you on the lips?"

Oh how long has Adam waited for a moment like this? To finally have Lucifer want him and to kiss him. "Okay."

Their lips met in a feather light kiss at first, one of Lucifer's hands on Adams waist the other holding his cheek. Adam cupped Lucifer's face and sighed happily. He gasped when he felt a tongue lick at his lips and he allowed Lucifer to deepen the kiss making him moan.

Lucifer pulled away to look at the flushed needy expression on Adam's face. "Oh and Adaline?"

"Yes?" Adam asked a little dazed out still from the kiss.

Lucifer grinned widely. "I know it's you, Adam."

Adam's face dropped, cold reality hitting him like a ton of bricks. Dread filled his insides, Lucifer knew the whole fucking time?! Was he just fucking with him? "I-I-I can explain- Mmfph!" Adam was silenced with another kiss.

"You don't need to darling."

Adam sighed and let his voice go back to normal. "How long?"

Lucifer hummed. "Well, save for the first twenty seconds you had your back to me in the hallway, the whole time."

"Why did you ask me out if you knew?"

"I asked you, because I knew it was you." Lucifer pulled Adam into another kiss, this one full of need and passion. Adam clung to him like he was his only lifeline in the world. "Want to go to the hotel I booked?"

Adam raised an eyebrow. "You booked a hotel room?"

"Another bold move on my part."

"Very fucking bold. But sure, why the fuck not?" Adam was then led back to a fancy hotel, also run by Ozzie, and they went up to room number 1001.

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 9

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"Morning, Adele."

"Good morning, Jacob" she said as walked into the kitchen.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I actually did, yes. You?"

"I slept alone, so I did not sleep as well as you did" he sighed. "Morning, Mason."

"Morning, guys" he yawned.

"Good morning, Mase" Adele smiled as he sat down next to her and poured himself some coffee. 

"Why are you laughing?"

"Me? I'm not laughing, bro" Jacob said. 

"You are laughing."

"I… Ok, I am. But it's just that… Guys, you don't have to pretend in front of me."

"Pretend what?" Adele asked.

"That you didn't shag last night" Jacob chuckled.

"That we did what?" she said, Mason almost choking with his coffee.

"Oh, c'mon. I saw you go upstairs together, neither of you came back to the party, you Adele stayed for the night, and today you've woken up at the same time."

"I stayed because of Jourdan" she said.

"And waking up at the same time is just a coincidence" Mason added.

"Sure, bro. Sure" Jacob laughed. "But I also saw the photos."

"The photos? What photos?" Adele asked.

"The ones of you two making out on the balcony. They look steamy even if it was dark."

"There are… photos?"

"Yep. Look" Jacob said, showing them his phone.

"You gotta be kidding me" Adele muttered as she scrolled down. The photos were blurry due to the darkness and the distance, but you could see it was them. And if you didn't know what was really happening, it definitely looked like they were kissing, her hand cupping Mason's face, his forehead resting on hers. And then when they had sat down on a big chair to just talk about whatever crossed their minds, cuddling to not get too cold, it also looked as if they had kept kissing. 

"I can't believe it. I can't fucking believe it!" Mason said, standing up and starting to pace around the kitchen.

"How… How did they manage to get these photos? We were at the back of the house, you can't see that from the street" Adele said, checking them again.

"The neighbours' house."

"Isn't that empty?" Jacob asked.

"It is. But I guess they rented it for the night or something. Fuck!" Mason said, running his hands through his hair and making Adele fear he may try and pull it out. "They invaded my privacy. Our privacy. I can't fucking believe they went that far just to get some blurry photos!"

"Mase…" Adele said, also getting up from her chair. "It's ok, relax."

"No, it isn't ok, Addie. They were already crossing many lines when they were following us everywhere and harassing you, but this? This?"

"Mase, it's ok" she repeated, taking a step closer to where he was standing.

"It isn't, Adele! We should feel and be safe in our homes, and we can't anymore. We can't!" he cried.

"Oh, Mase" she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.  

"We aren't safe anymore. You aren't" he sobbed on her shoulder, hugging her back. 

"It's ok" she whispered while caressing the back of his head and trying to comfort him.

"I… I think I'll leave you two alone" Jacob said behind them.

"It's ok, Mase. Let it all out" Adele whispered again, Mason's body shaking against hers while he cried. She had never seen him like this, so angry and sad at the same time. So vulnerable. 

"I'm sorry, Addie" he said after a while.

"What for? This is just water, it'll dry" she chuckled, looking at her shoulder.

"That too" he said with a little smile. "But I'm sorry about getting you into this mess."

"You seriously need to stop apologizing for that."

"It is the truth, tho…"

"Shh" she said, putting a finger on his lips and then quickly moving it away, the sensation of having them on her skin making her feel something she couldn't quite understand. "Anyway, why don't we go get ourselves some breakfast, uh? Maybe some chocolate donuts?" 

"I'm sure there are even more paparazzis than last night waiting for us outside. Leaving the house will be almost impossible" Mason sighed. 

"Maybe we can help" Jourdan said, making both Adele and Mason jump. "Sorry" she smiled. "But I think I know how you can leave the house and not have the paps following you."

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"Best donuts ever" Mason said, giving one a huge bite.

"Best donuts ever" Adele smiled. "I still can't believe Jourdan's plan worked, tho."

"Neither do I, to be honest. Faking to be us? Amazing" he chuckled. 

That had been her brilliant idea. She and Mason's friend, the one she had spent the night with, would leave the house in Mason's car. He would wear a hat so no one could properly see his face, and Jourdan would also cover hers, acting as if they were Mason and Adele trying to go unnoticed and not give the paparazzis the photos they wanted. Then the real Mason and Adele would be leaving the house in his friend's car a couple of minutes later, going in the opposite direction and hoping that the photographers would not pay too much attention to them since they would be thinking they had already left.

"What matters is that it worked and that we've been able to have a nice and quiet breakfast."

"Yeah. Cheers to them" Mason said, lifting what was left of his donut before eating it, making Adele laugh.

"Is that your mum?" she asked when his phone pinged. They had called her and Elizabeth to ask for advice regarding the photos, and they had promised to call back after talking with some people they knew.

"I wish" he sighed.

"Your agency, then?"

"Yeah" he said as his phone pinged again.

"Shouldn't you reply? Check what they want?"

"I know what they want. But there is nothing I can do about it."

"Why?"

"Because it's about the Valentine's Day campaign, Addie. Today is the last day to send the photos, and I still haven't sent them yours."

"Oh… I see" she said, playing with her coffee cup. "Which brand did you say it was for?"

"The one that has you looking at me in just my underwear wherever you go" Mason chuckled.

"I still have nightmares with those photos" she teased him. "Will you lose the contract with them if you don't send them the photo?"

"It's very likely, yes."

"Then send them one."

"What?"

"Send them a photo with me. The one Alex took of us this Christmas, for example" Adele said.

It was Christmas morning and they all were wearing their matching pyjamas, a tradition Toni and Elizabeth had started when they were two young models who would spend the holidays away from their families. Adele's dad had told a really bad joke, and both her and Mason were laughing, him grabbing her arm and resting his head on her shoulder like he always did when he laughed. It was a candid photo, and it had become one of her favourites of them together. Sharing it and having everyone seeing it felt odd, but she couldn't stand seeing Mason look so miserable or having him lose an important contract because of her. 

"Addie… are you sure?" 

"I am. 100%. Send it to them."

"What made you change your mind?" he asked while scrolling on his phone to find the photo.

"Uh?"

"I'm pretty sure that twenty four hours ago you would have said no if I had asked again. Was it because you found out about the brand it was for?" he smirked as he lifted his eyes from his phone. 

"I don't know what you mean."

"I think you've changed your mind because you don't want to miss seeing me in my underwear every time you are out and about and see a bus" Mason said, his smirk getting bigger.

"Whatever" Adele replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Addie, you are blushing."

"Shut up!" 

"Your face is so red…" he laughed.

"If you keep making fun of me, I'll say no to sending the photo."

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry" he said as he went back to his phone, the smirk still on his face. "But if you want to see me in my underwear, you just have to ask."

"Mason!" Adele said, now definitely feeling her cheeks on fire.

"It was just a joke, relax" he laughed. Though there was something on the way he had looked at her when he had said it, that made her not believe him. At least not completely. "Thank you for this, Addie. It means a lot."

"I know, that's why I'm doing it. So don't ruin it, ok?"

"Ok" Mason smiled, that dimple of his showing and making Adele blush a bit more, her stomach doing something funny. Though it probably was just that she had eaten too many donuts, right? Nothing else.