DO NOT PIRATE ANYTHING. NOT SHOWS/MOVIES. NOT GAMES OR SAFER GAMES. AND CERTAINLY NOT BOOKS. AND DO NOT DOWNLOAD YOUTUBE VIDEOS. AND NEVER EVER EVER WATCH MUSICALS WITHOUT GOING TO THEM AND DONT USE ADBLOCKERS/OTHER ADBLOCKER TO AVOID ADS AND VIRUSES PIRATING IS VERY HARMFUL TO THE CORPORATIONS WHO WORKS VERY HARD TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE AND THEIR MONEY. ANYONE WHO PIRATES IS BAD. BAD PIRATING. EVIL. OH AND THIS
I will never lie to you. I will never trick you, but you will say yes to me is such a hauntingly sensual line. it’s so definite and concrete. sam has to live knowing that his yes to lucifer will be of his own accord.
i wish mark pellegrino played lucifer like this through the entire series because the hopelessness of the situation he was able to convey made him terrifying. S5 lucifer felt the big bad, because he was. the morning star was the end of the world with no way out but through. ugh i loveee the early portrayal of lucifer.
Season 3 episode 5. Was anyone gonna tell me that Machel keep brining Harvey up when flirting. Like constantly. There was that scene a few episodes ago where mike was touching rachel and describing his. Interview. While trailing his fingers down his body and talking about harvey. Like okay fine its about how he confessed his secret to her. But NOW??? "You want me to be the Mike to your harvey" "harvey doesnt negotiate with mike" "oh yeah well Mike doesn't have s//x with Harvey" and Mike actually pauses. ???????? HELLO. Who the hell flirts by pretending to be one person's (YOUR PARTNER, IN THIS CASE) inappropriate relationship w their boss. What. Also mikes little pleasure at being at the Harvey in this situation like you want that man to top you sooooo bad.😒😒😒😒😒 sickening!!!!
Sometimes, Mike can’t tell if Harvey’s a vampire or just a sadist.
“For fuck’s sake, Harvey, you’ve got to be kidding me!”
Mike had just come back from a client meeting — one where he’d stubbornly kept silent every time someone asked about the sudden appearance of marks all over his neck. The irony was that the man responsible for them wasn’t about to give him peace even now.
The moment Mike dared to open the front door, he was pulled inside and, just a few seconds later, slammed against the nearest wall. His jacket was still hanging half off his shoulders, his sneakers scuffed and untied. Right in front of him stood Harvey — shirtless, hair damp, wearing only sweatpants. Mike was pretty sure he was the only one feeling awkward about it.
“What’s wrong?” Harvey pressed himself against him with an intensity that made it look like he was trying to merge with him. From the outside, it would have seemed like Harvey was determined to melt right into Mike, to connect skin to skin, every inch of him. But Mike pushed against his chest, holding him back.
“What’s wrong? Are you fucking serious right now? I’m sick of explaining myself to everyone at work. I wake up looking like a damn Dalmatian.”
He grabbed Harvey’s wrists, trying to shove him away. Harvey clicked his tongue, then twisted sharply, freeing his hands from Mike’s grip. Mike froze for half a second, and Harvey used that instant to wedge his knee between his legs. Then he leaned in and kissed him — softly at first, tasting the dry, familiar taste of his lips. His tongue brushed gently over them, tracing the tiny cracks left by the winter air, gliding along Mike’s teeth and the inside of his cheek.
One hand slid down to Mike’s thigh, the other buried itself in his blond hair, massaging the back of his head, pressing him closer. Mike melted into the warmth, returning the kiss with the same tenderness. He wrapped his arms around Harvey’s shoulders, pulling him in until there was no space left between them.
He didn’t realize what was happening until Harvey tilted Mike’s head back.
“Don’t you try.” His voice came out low and rough, his lips swollen and shining.
Harvey wanted to capture this moment: set the photo as his wallpaper, or maybe print it on a pillow. The second option didn’t sound half bad. Waking up and seeing those eyes, filled with tenderness and that incredibly soothing warmth... He smiled; he already saw it every morning.
He lowered his head to Mike’s neck, trailing his tongue along the fading marks, kissing his way from chin to collarbone. A quiet growl rumbled in his chest as he shrugged off the jacket that was getting in their way.
Mike rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming.
Harvey bit down gently, pulling at the skin with his teeth. His lips lingered as he sucked lightly, first tracing the mark with the flat of his tongue, then outlining it with the tip.
Mike gasped, not sure if it was from the sting or from the weight of Harvey’s body pressing him into the wall.
Harvey admired the mark he’d made, grinning before leaving another one closer to the collarbone. Then one in the middle. Another just to the right. And one more. Just a little one. Maybe two. No, more than that.
Finally, he stepped back and let Mike go.
Mike practically rushed to the mirror hanging a few steps away. He tugged at his shirt collar, inspecting the red marks scattered across his neck. Sometimes he wondered if Harvey was secretly a vampire. Or a sadist.
“What the hell, man?”
Through the mirror, he watched Harvey come up behind him. Harvey wrapped his arms around Mike’s waist and let his eyes trace the marks. He hummed quietly, pressing his nose into Mike’s hair.