Background: I plugged all the characters of Scrubs into a storytelling A.I game and made my own character to interact with them all.
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As we enter the building one of the attending doctor's whistles in our direction, demanding our attention and we all turn to face them."Hello newbies, welcome to the final destination for most of the patients in this place. Im Dr. Cox. I'm your attending doctor."
     (What I write ends here it's all A.I generated)
He looks around and sees that we're all paying attention to him.
"Now you can call me sir, or Dr. Cox. You don't need to know my first name because we're not going to be friends."Â
"We have a very busy day today, as I'm sure you'll be tired when the end of it comes. You will be assigned to a specific attendings office. That office is your home until you finish your internship." He begins to pace as he talks.
âYou will spend most of your time there, and you don't ever wander around this place without a purpose. But it's not just your home. It will become the home to the most intimate details about you. Every fear, every secret, every insecurity you have will be known to this place. You will spill your guts to patients, cry in front of them, and they won't give a damn. But you will when you have to listen to their stories for hours on end. They will be poor, they will be rich. They will be black, Asian, white, hispanic. But no matter what, they all have one thing in common. They are all assholes. The sooner you learn that, the easier this place will be for you. The longer you work here, the more you will come to loathe every single one of them. I have been working here for 20 years, and I still haven't made my mind up about that yet. Am I supposed to loathe them, or should I admire them for being so strong? Maybe both. Now, are there any questions?"I look around, but no one says anything.
- This freaked me out so much and I looooooooved it. Will add more random events in the future.
Dating Lucifer: The Archangel Relationship Guide: Fallen Edition
Heâs absolutely impatient. Take a long time to do your makeup? âOr fixing your face?â You get a whining warning. âCome on...quit the face caking and let's goooooo.â He doesnât like your answer? Guess what. The next moment you hear a snap and your face is beautified up in a style that's way sexier than your normal and take another guess whose smug grin pops up behind the corner.
Itâs hot, no not just what's going on between you too. No, although. But no! It's seriously hot and the sun is not backing down. Luckily you have a portable ice pack. He will lean close to the side of your face and gently blow on your cheek, keeping his eyes on you. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right and the more you beg for his sweet cool instant relief, the more he'll have fun dangling it over you like the meanie he is.
Yeah, this vital force loves making you blush and squirm. He receives a sense of control when you do. Itâs a way of regaining âpowerâ sometimes. I'm talking teasing, prodding, and PDA ba-by! Anything to make you want him. Need him. And heâll take the time to figure out exactly what makes you kneelâŚfiguratively. Now, If you learn how to turn that around on him? Expect not having a second to yourself until heâs simmered down.
Okay, weâre talking about Nick's vessel here. Blond hair and blue aged eyes. A body that sometimes surprises those who see him, with you. He fits most social settings enough to not attract much attention. Comfortable, loose-fitting clothes and jackets are his forte. But damn, look at those handsâŚhow small are your hands when pressed up against his? How much does he just take up your space? His boldness in public attracts attention. Even letting some of his strength slip when he picks you up effortlessly into his arms on a whim gets those gazes lingering. Ahh, and he can look so harmless. So deceiving~
Demons are obsessed with him. Most consider him their God and all who don't have a death wish, fear him. So guess who has an almost endless supply of butlers?! Although he may make it seem as if you are just a pet they need to take care of for him. For the sake of his reputation but hey. You donât know that~ If you're entitled enough, Lucifer will sure have fun watching you make them do the most demeaning things!
"You heard the lady/lad.
They want to know what sound a dog makes...
...get barking.â
He gets restless and bored easily. First, heâll be vocal about it, but if the situation doesnât change. He makes changes, which results in good or bad outcomes. But if he does something small, he brings you along with himâŚagain, questionable amounts of enjoyment. Just be cautious if you catch heâs being secretive.
Needy. He may want you to say how much you need him. Want him. But the truth is you hold everything in your hands. Might as well slide than figurative halo above his head around his neck and find yourself a leash to latch on because the more he falls for you? the more you can tug and tug and not even get a growl back because heâll be looking up at you with a golden retriever's loyalty.
That Archangel will do anything to make you happy, even if he has to cover up how eager he would do so if he senses you relishing the power you have over him. Although the things he hates doing will take more tugging than usual if you keep giving him all that love he craves? You won't have to for long. But donât think you can boss him around outright. Yeah, he likes a headstrong voice every now and then, but he doesnât take orders easily, heck he barely takes suggestions.
On a softer note, dating him will include lots of snuggled talking sessions. The more time he spends building up that respect and desire for you, the more sessions youâll have. These moments, he listens. Hours of eye contact and nodding with that small grin transfixed on his face.
He might cut in with a âNo wayâŚâ or something more, in an effort to keep you going. Sometimes heâll close his eyes and rub any part of you he knows will make you even more comfortable.
Just know, heâs actually listening, and everything you say is being cataloged, sorted, and retained within him. From the tone of your voice, to how your body moves. Absolutely everything. So be aware of thatâŚ
Heâs a bitch and unless being a bitch is your kink you're going to have some rough times. Let me break it down for you. Sassy, moody, and nasty. Your coworkers, your friends, and even your family. The closer they are to you the greater the chance heâll be angelically rude. He knows when to do it too, he picks the moments where he can get away with it, making sure you donât get too mad at him. Unless he is provoked by said people. Then things get nasty.
He doesnât mind if you're a hunter, seriously. He hates all these monsters and so-called, self-proclaimed divine beings. So off with their heads. He wants them gone, and usually being a hunter creates some collateral damage. Which he loves. More than one life Is bound to be affected, and he likes to watch things get messy~ You find yourself having to smite a demon? If they are low on the totem pole, and you're not actively hunting for demonsâŚheâll let it slide. Just donât make it big reoccurring news. He still has a reputation to keep.
Are you friends with Gabriel, and dating Lucifer? Puh-lease. Your kindling for the flames of family drama. But, a plus for you is that Gabriel will gossip about their âchildhoodâ or whatever you can call it. Giving you âlucifer cheat codesâ as he says for any situation.
Quoted from Gabriel: "Okay...your dating the cookie monster, of ego instead of cookies. But unlike that fuzzy blue sesame glut-puppet, you have a real addict, and if you give him too much of what he wants, feeding his selfish narcissism, he will overdose, and if you don't give him enough his withdrawals will not shock you.
âSo, give and take babe. Give and take. Keep him addicted but not overindulged, now. Tell me again. Why are you playing the love drug dealer for him?"
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Being someone he actually cares about means he will try his best not to blatantly lie to you. This can be worse, because he will sugar-coat and choose what or what not to say without completely lying, just to make sure you continue being happy with him. This can be heartbreaking, Tip: Stress how important communication is, always. No white lies.
You close with the Winchesterâs? HoneyâŚ.just, be prepared. I canât even get started on that. Thatâs a whole series.
Just, balance your attention alright? Even if you agree more with their mentality etc. You will have to balance his jealousy or face the results. Is that right? No. But heâs your fallen angel. You're kinda in too deep now.
Pro-tec-tive! âI could keep you safe, you see, theyâre all scared of me...â From the littlest verbal threat to a missed swing or push. Whoever decides to direct their anger and or bloodlust to you will wish they could die and when they are put out of commissionâŚwho says itâs over for them?
Remember when I mentioned that heâs needy? Well. When you're dating him you canât let him know how aware you are. Or he will get difficult and click on a tsundere act that will do more harm than good to your relationship, and the more you push him in that state the more difficult it gets. Ahh...supernatural love~
âI saw you in my dreamsâ Yes. Yes, you did, and it wasnât your subconscious. If you're not verbal about the dream peeping, he can a and he will do it. Almost casually. He loves the vulnerable subconscious actions you make and the words you say, especially if you aren't lucid.
His favorite spots to touch on you? Your neck, of course. Physical touch is his love language and he has a thing for that delicate space. Yeah sure, everything on you is delicate given the right mindset. But yes, neck. The sides of your face. Trailing his fingers down your jawline. Your lower arms, holding your arms within his hands. Your lower backâŚfingers dancing against your tailbone & those are just the frequent locations and trust me, the eye contact could make you melt.
â Can come on very strong at first but heâs not exactly sincere when first flirting with you in the beginning, it will take time for him to actually develop any real feelings for you and will flirt with you and be suggestive often simply to see how you respond or to see if he can embarrass you.
â Â He can become jealous extremely quickly which also makes him very protective over you and even controlling, especially when it comes to who you spend time with. He wonât like you being around people he doesnât like or anyone he feels would try and turn you against him.
â This can make him very argumentative and hostile towards people you know that donât like or trust him, like if youâre friends with Sam and Dean. He can really have an attitude of getting people before they get him, and he can take it to the extreme by hurting or even killing people he doesnât like with no remorse and seeing no issues with things he does.
â Â Will justify just about anything he does as a âI did it for you.â Or âI did it for us.â Kind of mentality especially if you get angry with him for something heâs done. He will also avoid telling you certain things if he can get away with it, like if heâs done something behind your back like scaring off one of your friends, heâll deny knowing anything or having done anything if you ask or question why you havenât seen your friend in a while.
â He can seem a bit clingy or possessive at times like wanting to know what youâre doing or where youâre going, but other times can seem uninterested particularly if you point out that he cares or that heâs concerned about you. Pointing it out can make him fall the other way and pretend he doesnât care at all and isnât interested in the slightest, even though he still is.
â It does take him some time to truly develop feelings for you and even then, he isnât exactly vocal about it, and can even deny having feelings for you at times. When he does begin to develop feelings for you, heâll fall for you pretty quickly and deeply and can become fairly possessive and protective of you. He can worry about losing you and this can make him hold onto you tighter.
â He doesnât show much interest in casual conversation and can zone out of conversations he finds boring or just doesnât find important, but he does enjoy deep conversations and learning more about you. He can even be a good listener when he wants to be when he likes the topic, otherwise he can show blatant disinterest in a conversation.
â Will instigate affectionate and sexual acts with you often but can seem surprised if you instigate things with him, he can seem caught off guard even by the simplest of gestures like leaning against him, holding his hand or so on. The idea that you like being close to him can surprise him and even confuse him on occasion.
â Tends to treat you somewhat as an equal when it comes to fights and wonât feel the need to keep you out of fights as long as you can fight to some degree, but doesnât consider you as powerful as him and can tell you step back or move if he can handle the situation faster or actually feels like you could be in potential danger.
â He isnât very good at showing you or telling you that he cares about you and can really struggle expressing his feelings, which can lead to him getting annoyed or angry. But his feelings for you will be fairly evident simply by how he treats you and acts towards you, because youâll be the only one actually shown a different side of him.
â However, he can be fairly quick to turn on you if he feels like youâve turned against him or working against him in some way. If he feels like you are turning away from him or falling out of love with him he can become quite cold and hostile towards you quickly, but heâll need to have a pretty clear idea or suspicion thatâs whatâs happening before turning against you, he wonât turn on you just because youâre sad or distant one day.Â
â He can try pretty hard to understand you even though he may not really understand where youâre coming from or how you feel a certain way, but heâll want to try and understand your point of view. Which makes him pretty curious about you and heâll ask you questions about yourself and things in general, though he may ask questions sarcastically and other times ask questions seriously.
Imagine Being tasked to watch Lucifer as the boys work on thwarting his plan.
ReaderxLucifer
â ď¸...Not so happy and wholesome â¨
âYou know whatâs coming for you. â
He looks up from the floor slowly, at you, past the flamesďżź, kneeling there with forced civility. His tone so calm it made your fidget.
You clench the special angelic blade in your hand, your arms crossed as you looked down at him. Watching his chest rise and fall calmly. You pace to the corner off the room and lean against the wall, almost enveloped in darkness. His blue eyes showing the red and orange light flickering in front of him. You paid close attention to the hands behind his back, tied with care. Having previously been bled to the point of weakness and having the open wound of glowing blue at his neck dripping onto the floor, this Lucifer before you was more...quiet than usual.
You donât say anything back, and his constant unblinking gaze was triggering a flight response that was driving you crazy. So you looked away from his eyes. When you did you heard the sounds of his jacket as he moved his cuffed wrists behind him. You snap your attention back to him and he stops, a small smile on his face that made you shiver.
âItâs coming...you know it...â he sings softly, tilting his head continuing his unbreaking stare with a smile. âAnd I wonât be nice about it...â you start to panic shaking your leg gently and scowling at his ability to make you feel so panicked.
âItâs theyâre fault....if only your little babysitters kept out of my way...I wouldnât have to do this...so soon.â The tone in his voice shifted from calm to a almost giddy chuckle.
âSo you were planning this?â you say softly, furrowing your brows.
âI knew it was inevitable.â He responds curtly dancing his eyes up and the ceiling nodding his head.
âYour not doing anything. Lucifer.â You say with a angry saddened tone, having to clear your throat mid-sentence, hating what you were looking at. So, you looked away again. âPlease just stop this.â You whisper. âJust stop this and I wonât....have to do this.â
âYou wonât have to do anything...in fact-â he lets his mouth hang open for a second to lick the corner of his mouth. â-you might as well drop that blade...you know I wonât hurt you.â
âBut youâll hurt them.â
âYes. I will~â he says with a smile. âBut Youâll forgive me with time.â
âI never will.â You hiss through your teeth pushing off the wall walking towards the ring. âSo call them off before you do something irreversible...if you stop this now. At least-â
He starts chuckling softly, â-Hah! Even you admit it, you wonât....love me the same...I see it in your eyes...so, it doesnât matter what I do now...does it?â
A tear falls down your face as he starts laughing. He takes in a deep shuddering inhale as his own eyes tear up and his face starts to contort with anger, red glistening from his eyes. ââThen Iâll have fun watching it all burn...seeing there is no longer a reason..â he looks up at you.
Imagine: Team Free-Will taking you out to an all you can eat buffet.
Dean: âOooo-kay!â He Clasps his hands together and starts rubbing them as he looks at the arrangement of food before him.Â
âHeres The Game plan.â He glances over at you with a smile. âStart with the small stuff, sushi, mini pizzas, popcorn shrimp, then thats when things get serious!âÂ
Sam: âAh your seriously going to make yourself sick.â He runs a hand through his hair and glances at you with a smirk.Â
âThats why I never vouch going to these places (y/n). Heâs like Kirby, heâll keep inhaling forever. Which is a problem when your not a small alien puffball with unlimited stomach space.â
Dean looks at his brother with a confused experssion and then to you, seeing if you understood a lick of his reference.
Castiel: Yeah, Dean take it easy, we dont need another rib fiesta experience.
You jump as Castiel seemingly appears behind Dean and moves to his other shoulder. Jack following behind him, who, when he sees you walks to your side forming a perfect little circle between you all.
Jack: âSeriously, you were in the bathroom, for hours.â
You tell Dean to remember that he came out if the bathroom crying. Which made Sam laugh pointing at him while Jack tried to hold it in.
Dean: âYeah ok, ok. I know. Lets not rewind back to that. Alright?â
Castiel: Looks around at the busy buffet. âMaybe I should meet you back at the bunker. I really have no intrest in eating.â
Dean: âNo. Your going to sit here with us and like it. Family dinner. Come on, Ive seen you eat. At least pretend.â He gestures to Cas raising an eyebrow.
Sam: âOh nice, a vegetrain section...Make sure to eat a salad now will ya?!â *He yells to Dean as he walks off*
Dean: âNo way in Heaven, Hell or in between.â
Jack: *Moving over to the desserts*Â âWoah, a chocolate fountain?â
-BACK AT THE TABLE-
Sam: âW-what do you have in your mouth Cas?â
Castiel: âA cupcake...â
Dean: âI thought it came with a wrapper.â
Castiel: âI...assumed that everything at this buffet is edible...to maximize consumption and minimize time spent eating.â
Jack: â...Cas...I just finished my thirdâ * looks over to you Sam and Dean laughing* âand by the looks on your faces...Iâd say that wasnât the right assumption. A-are we going to get sick?â
Dean: âlol.â
Sam: Cuts you and Dean a laughing smirk. âUh. What No, no...Iâm sure y- youâll be fine. Both of you, being...angeliclly inclined...*Sam leans towards you* âyou didnât join the wrapper eating cult as well right?ââ
You nudge him hard and continue eating hitting Dean for continuing to laugh and make jokes about it.
Imagine: Youâre escaping the apocalypse world with the gang and you finally admit your feelings to Lucifer.
FemReader x Lucifer
Warning: ...That tension before somebody âthrows handsâ and gets dropped..Oh and some displays of affection...yuck right?
âââââ
You look up at the sky and say to him how beautiful the stars looked.
âWeâre stuck in a wasteland.â
You roll your eyes âExcuse me, for trying to stay positive.â You say with a grunt.
âYour excused.â He groaned as he sat down on a small boulder.
You shot Lucifer some side-eye as he grabbed a stick on the ground and began prodding the dirt at his feet in disgust.
You turn your attention to a few humans holding supplies in their hands, casting apprehensive gazes at you and Lucifer. He senses your silence and turns to look at them, he sneers a smile and pats the spot near him.
âYou guys wanna hang and toast some marshmallows?!â
âFires on me~...â he looks at the ground and lights a small selection of sticks on fire with an eye squint and a finger flick.
They jumped and sped up down the road, talking amongst themselves, heading where numerous tents were made in a large circle. You watch them as they mingled with the small crowd. Forming an angry little cluster.
âYour loss...â Lucifer sang as he threw the stick across from him. It snapped as it hit the trunk of a tree with precision. He waved his hand and the fire extinguishes.
âWhy are you over here huh?â He sighs as he leans back and pats his thighs, looking at you with lax eyes. âIâm sure you don't want the gang to find you being so close to me...theyâre already suspiciousâŚâ he lets out a playful yawn. â...I might corrupt that brain of yours...â
He holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers with a chuckle before continuing his thigh drum solo. âOoooo....â giving a weak ghostly imitation.
You turn to face him and shrug with a smirk. You tell him you're as corrupted as youâll get.
âIs that a challenge? Because I could test thatâŚif you wanna really gauge that assumption.â
You look at a nearby tree and scrunch your face with a laugh, you say no.
He glances away from you and the corner of his mouth rose, but he stopped this by sucking in his lower lip. He made a popping sound and pat the space beside him as he scooted over, still not looking at you. You made your way to the spot with a smile and sit down next to him. He makes sure not to touch shoulders with you, but his legs are spread so far apart from its hard not to brush the side of your leg with his. He twists his head to you, his patting rhythm growing quicker. You look at the ring on his finger and then at his face. He lets out a long sigh, looks around, and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, and talks with his hands, his mouth hovering close to the side of your face.
âYou didnât want me to be alone. So you decide to sit in a secluded little areaâŚ.â His other hand rests itself on your leg and gives you a light squeeze. â...with me.â He tilts his head up and looks down at you with a relaxed expression. âWhy?â
Your face grows warm and you throw your head back and look at the starry sky denying that was the reason.
âCome on...you know...I knowâŚwhat we have between us is It more than just like like...â He nudges your shoulder and lets his hand slide to the middle of your back. HE rocks you back and forth with a laugh âYou know Iâm right...I see those gears whirling around in that head of yours.â
You look back at him and say you don't know what he's talking about, this makes him bite his lower lip and slide his hand off as he rocked himself onto his feet and stood in front of you, pacing a bit.
âI kissed you. And you didnât pull away...âÂ
You clench your jaw hard as he says this.
âSo, whatâs the situation?â He throws back his head and gestures at the sky. Before pressing his hands together with an annoyed look. You stand up as he begins walking towards you shaking his hands as he talks.
âBam! Sonâs, born. Iâm knocked into this nightmare and stranded. You and Jack bonded, while I was stuck off-world, then I found my way back, and found you again...boy wasn't that emotional?...and that hot little catfight between you and Jo ensues~â
You scowl at him and he holds up his hands, âThat's beside the point...the thing is. From the cage. To the stage...Right back into your favorite meat suit of mineâŚyou're there.â He stops in front of you, only inches away looking down at you with a whiny expression.
âSo. Come on, spit it out. I have to hear it, I need to hear it.â
You snap your hand to his shoulder. His eyes widen as his face switches to confusion as you grab onto the shoulder of his jacket and pull him in close so that you're closer to his face, eyes to eye with him. You hover him there and he stares at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, an expression of complete shock. You flick your eyes across his face. His mouth, eyes. Nose and you pull his lips into yours. It's messy, his lips didnât match up right but this was only for a second as you pushed him off you and he staggered back with a dumb grin. You turn around and start walking away.
âWaaaait where you going?!â he laughs, jogging up in front of you, walking backward so he could keep looking at you. âSo...were a thing now.â he wiggles his shoulder and winks at you.
You tell him to watch his step as he trips over a rock.
He starts laughing and does a little jump in the air and claps his hands.Â
âALLLLRIIIIGHT!â
You tell him to keep quiet as you walk into camp and the humans turn their heads to look at you. You see Sam coming out of a tent and looking towards you both.
Lucifer swoops in beside you and leans close to your ear, pulling you close by the shoulder.
âSo, once this is all over. You. Me & Jack.â He makes a flying motion with his hand. âOutta here. Come on, bonding time. All three of us!â You look into his ecstatic blues and manage to smile for a second before Sam comes bounding over to you two and Lucifer pulls his hand away from your shoulder, clasping his hands.
âWhat's going on here?â He says momentarily glancing at Lucifer and glaring before looking down at you with concerned eyes.
You tell him everything is cool and pat his shoulder, you watch Lucifer with narrowed eyes, mouthing for him to cool it. He nods with wide eyes and then places his hands on his hips and leans back, stretching, he interrupts the silence with a loud exhale.
âYeah, we were just making out.â
You stop breathing as he points to you then himself.
Sam glances at Lucifer, âYeah, whatever justâŚâ he had started to pull you away by the shoulder when his grip tightened, fully taking in what Lucifer had said, and your lack of of a quick denial.
He turns his head back to you slowly, clenching his jaw. âW-what?â
Lucifer laughs a high pitch giggle, takes a deep breath and leans forward towards Sam.Â
âShe loves me, k-i-s-s-i-n-g....and know what comes after that...â
You slowly turn to face him with an angry glare and Lucifer gives you a snarky wink as he bites the corner of his mouth.
Your face grows hot and you inhale through your teeth, keeping your eyes on Lucifer who you attempted to leap towards but Sam kept you held steady as he pivoted to Lucifer.
He stands in front of you and Lucifer and places both his hands on your shoulders shaking you. âLook at me.â He turns his head and closes his eyes â dammit (y/n) heâs not being serious....right?â You canât look at him, you look off to the side telling him to calm down.
âT-this is just a joke..â he searches for an answer in your eyes and doesn't get the response he wants. âTell me Crowley didnât warn us and we just let it slide thinking it was a joke!â
-Flashback:-
âLucifer has a thing for (y/n) just so you know. I'd keep tabs on thatâŚmight make her into his personal love slave. Another baby incubator. â
His words rang through Sam's mind.
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You suck in your lips, and open your mouth to talk eying a now giddily silent Devil.
âD-Dean!â Sam calls out to his brother in a forced calm tone as he attempts to pull you to his side, but Lucifers hand snaps onto Sam's shoulder.
âI don't like that grip.â He says curtly, staring Sam down, all the playfulness wiped from his face.
Things were getting too hot too fast and you blame Luciferâs need to cause drama.
Sam pushes him off him and lets go of you, stepping up to Luciferâs face looking down at him with a scowl. âYou keep your hands off me.â He points to you âoff her.â He prods Luciferâs chest hard but he doesnât move âoff everybody.âÂ
Dean rushes from the right-pointing his gun to Lucifer who slides to your side and wraps his arm around your waist, you struggle and tell him to let you go with a now serious tone, but he doesnât budge. Staring at the Winchesters with moxie.
âWhat the hell is going on?â Dean grumbles looking at this sudden gesture in confusion.
âGo on, tell them,â Lucifer says softly behind you, close to your ear. You push him away.
âTell us what.â Dean tilts his head to the side and stares at you, then at Lucifer with disgust at how close he was while Sam is pulverizes Lucifer with his eyes.
âGo onâŚ.this is the best time if everâŚâ Lucifer chuckled moving to your side and locking eyes with you.
âTell themâ he said in a more commanding tone which made you even madder.
You tell Lucifer to shut up and he gives a hurt little gasp but kept his attention on Sam and Dean who he was taunting nonverbally.
You shake your head with a scowl and tell them nothing is going on. You say that it's complicated, you tell them that youâll explain everything somewhere more secluded...as you notice a few people getting noisier by the second.
âOk, this isnât making any sense to me.â Dean gestures with the gun keeping his eyes on yours.
âCut the crap and tell us y/n.â Dean lowers his gun and gives his brother a glance, but Samâs mind was somewhere else as he stood looking down at Lucifer clenching and unclenching his jaw.
You say you have feelings towards Lucifer, feelings that are constantly being tested, you stress, locking eyes with him, and that you donât want to talk about it more until you figure things out and get the hell out of here.
âOh hell no.â Deanâs reply was curt but simple and he gave no warnings as he turned and pointed his gun to Lucifer who turns to face the barrel with a sneer.
âWhat do you think your going to do with that? Make a new button hole for my jacket?â Lucifer mutters gesturing to his jacket. You get even more between the three, Lucifer on one side the two on the other, mostly for their safety.
You tell them that this is over, and to leave this be. You then turn and slam your hand into Luciferâs chest and he snaps his hand to it with inhuman speed holding it there. You tell him that this was the wrong decision, the wrong time And he lets you yank your hand away from him.
Dean clears his throat and you turn to him. âAlright and I just made a decision of my own...We donât need Lucifer anymore.â
Dean grumbled whispering something into Samâs ear, receiving a nod back.
Lucifer tilted his head and laughed gesturing towards Dean.
 âOh really? You think Iâll just let you do that? Come on...try it.â
You shout to them all that they canât do anything to Lucifer, and that he canât do anything to them. You make it clear that heâs needed to get out of here and you donât want any more deaths period.
You run your hand through your hair and walk towards your tent. Sam flinches and follows you. Dean says a few words to Lucifer which leaves him standing in the clearing biting his lip, but eventually Dean follows after you. You refused to talk anymore despite their pestering, Sam leaves after some arguing but Dean stormed off. But that sure didnât stop Dean from venting about the situation to Castiel and Gabriel.
â-Hey... At least we donât have to worry about that anymore.â
You jump turning to Lucifer who was laying across your cot, giving you a little wink. You pick up your backpack and chuck it at him. Which he catches. Sadly.
He says this in a soft sigh, as he sat legs crossed on the couch, leaning into the arm of the chair. His elbow propped up as he casually rolled his wrist making a circle in the air with his finger. As soon as he was done with the circle, he stops staring at the turned off tv and slowly turns his head to you.
You had jumped where you stood, eyes wide as you flicked the lights on in the dark living room, your keys dangling from your hands as you just about to drop it on the table.
âSo what brings you back to me after so long...hmm?â His eyes lock onto yours, a slight smile on his face. He raises his eyebrows after questioning you, awaiting your answer.
âLucifer seriously?â You laugh, dropping the keys on the counter and turning to him with a smile you couldnât control.
He rocks himself up from the couch and crosses his arms as he walks towards you, stopping a few feet away for dramatic effect. âKeeping yourself busy...forgot about lil ole me huh?â He gestures to the table which now had a drink set ontop of it.
âI even picked you up that icky beverage you always drink...and this is the thanks I get?â
He scrunches up his face with a forced chuckle making his fingers walk in the air. âYou strolling in at this hour? Nuh uh young lady.â His eyebrows furrow as he puts on this fake disappointed look, shaking his head, keeping his eyes on yours.
You roll your eyes, letting out a some sheepish laughter as you tried to figure out if he was seriously mad or not. Which was sometimes hard to tell.ďżź
âI told you I was coming home! I just got a little sidetracked....but hey, Iâm here now!
âTook you long enough.â He says with a rumbling taunting tone, tapping his foot against floor gesturing as he continued talking.
âYou sure you didnât decide to jump a plane to Taiwan?...â He begins to pace in front of you, breaking eye contact, making little hand gestures and scrunching up his nose as he talked.
â...Take one of those lovely touristy national park tours?....ooooh..but not...before... visiting that secret family of yours with your other husband and 2 kids, having to hear their little pleas once more as you slipped your way back to me?â
Your mouth hangs in an opened smile and he looks at you with impish side eyes, facing to the right.
âYou couldnât even give me a call?!â
âI mean, I bet the international charge would be horrendous...but you could at least pay the price to keep me in the loop!â He pivots back to you letting out a hurt sigh ending his childish whining by biting his nail with big hurt blue eyes.
You close your eyes with a sigh, âUgh, if I give you...what I brought back from the tourist shop at the airport...â you walk up to him and he turns to you with a smirk. âWill you stop looking into my secret life?â
Silence hangs in the air as he studies your face, he looked amused at your response â....depends.â He says in a sing-singed voice.
You lean forward, getting on your tippy toes if you need to, and he allows himself to get closer to you. You plant a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth, and pull away with a laugh, promptly attempting to walk back to the table to take a sip of that drink but he catches you by your forearm and turns you back to him, pulling you close. It was so swift your almost couldnât process it.
âTough luck sister, Iâm going to need like...â he starts counting on his fingers. â50 more of these? Before I let you out this house again...â He gingerly taps your nose before running his thumb across your hairline.
â...and next time you better give me a ring...Youâre the VIP of this angelic hotline.â He taps both of his fingers to the sides of his head with a smirk before pulling you in by your sides. âIâll always get your call. And remember...when I donât...â
đşImagine that your Luciferâs human âpetâ, and he decides to do some behavioral training with you...đđş
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(Mature Audiences: BDSM themes and swears, pet play/degrading/pain play)
"I don't think I told you to move!" He rocked back and forth pulling a dart from thin air. "Tsk, tsk." He sighs in a murmur as he moves the dart in his hand back and forth pinching it between his fingers looking at a spot besides your head. He squints his eyes and let his tongue hang out the corner of his mouth as he pulls his hand back.
You shut your eyes as he throws it towards you, you hear the air whiz by your ear and the sharp thunk of the dart hitting the wall. You open your eyes and he stands there, staring at you. His hands now in his pockets. You glance to your right without moving your head and see the feathery end of the dart sticking out of the wall.
"Alright, since you moved and flinched...you know what that means," he says in a singsong voice, pulling a hand out of his pocket and dancing his fingers in the air.. "On the floor." He scrunches his face and lowered his head, glancing at the floor and then your face.
He tilts his head, upon noticing you not doing what he instructed.
He points to the ground, but you don't move.
He leans back with a smug grin, the lines on his eyes moving with his squinting eyes. He raises his eyebrows and you jump a little as he takes a step towards you. Your heartbeat thumps against your chest as he takes his time walking over to you, the sound of his feet against the hardwood floor the only sound in the den. His mustard color jacket, covering his white T-shirt. His dark blue pants cuffed revealing white socks underneath his brown shoes. His dirty blond hair, pushed back, neatly, yet the ends on the side of his face, stuck out just a little.
He stops in front of you his chest close to your face, he smelled so good. The wrinkles of his shirt, grabbed your attention you wanted to look up, you did a bit, but not at his face. He flexes back his shoulders and then does a little shimmy. You can feel his eyes looking down at you with that terrifying smile of his. "Oh, so you didn't hear me?" He blinks twice and pulls the dart from the wall beside your head, you flinch again at the suddenness of this movement. But you look up at his face.
He examines the dart with an unsatisfied expression and bites on his lower lip.
"That's unfortunate...for you."
He grabs your shoulder and pushes you down, hard. Your knees buckle and your face slams into his waist, and slides down one of his legs. Your hands grab at the sides of his legs so you can push yourself off him. But he sidesteps and slams his foot down on your upper back. You let out a whine as the wind is knocked out of you, your palms clutching at the floor. You turn your face to the side, feeling the pain of your rear in the air as your knees press against your chest. You only see his other foot as he turns the one against your back as if rubbing off something from his shoe.
You let out a sound as he puts some of his weight on you "I wonder how hard I'd have to squeeze you. To pop ya like a gusher~" he chuckles as he lifts his foot, and squats down, craning his face to meet yours as he pulls on your shirt tightly, the collar of your shirt choking you. "Aren't you curious? Hmm?"
He purses his lips and scratches the side of his chin. The sound of his stubble against his fingernails, is similar to Velcro.
"Well, let's find out huh?" His face looses its smile as he pushes the palm of his hand against your back and pivots. "Ugh, I'm too old for this..." He lets out a low long sigh as he sits on top of your back, he drapes his arms over his knees and twirls the dart in one hand. His weight, pushed your lungs and rib cage against the floor. You let out a uncomfortable sound and he chuckles, each chuckle pushing against your back.
"My arnt you the comfy seat!" He rocks himself back and forth on your back as he runs his hand from the top of your head to the back, in a petting motion. His fingers were so thick and heavy and his nails occasionally raked across your scalp. Each movement, made your knees sandwich your ribs harder.
"I just love all the whining and trembling breathes your doing, keep it up."
You feel something sharp on the space close to your tail bone. It presses itself against your bare skin, and lifts off. Over and over.
"So, let me just say. When I tell you to do something-"Â You feel it press harder and longer against your skin. You try to move you back lower to the ground and he only follows, pressing harder.
"-you do it. Kay? I'm getting tired. Of you bratting it up." You feel his head nod as his body shakes. Every breath is starting to hurt . You clench you're fists and move them closer to your face.
"I want my little pet, to be trained..." he lifts the dart and the pain stops. "Oh, I haven't even gotten you a collar." He slaps his knee with his free hand and leans his head down to your face.
You beg him to get off, softly.
He sucks in his lower lip and looks at you blankly, you watch as he continues to chew on it.
"Nah." he says with head shake squinting his eyes before straightening up and moving his legs, criss cross on you. Making the uncomfortableness worse.
"As I was saying, collar...collar..." he clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers, this makes you jolt and he chuckles feeling you do so. "Well. Until I get one. Guess I gotta improvise." You feel him pivot on your back, you swear you felt your spine crack.
His legs now on either side of your body as he faces your rear. He leans over pressing one of his elbows onto your hip and tugs your shirt up revealing your lower back.
"Now. Hold still~" he cooes as he presses the top of the dart and starts sliding against your skin, cutting into your flesh. You let out a cry as you try and move your knees out from under you. He grasps your waist and squeezes it as you do. "Don't. Move." He growls tightening his grip as he continues to make slow cuts into your skin, using it like paper.
He starts to hum as you feel the sharp stinging sensation travel with the direction of the dart.
You beg him with gasping breaths to stop, you tell him this is too much.Â
"I.....F....E....." he says ignoring your pleas as his dart follows with each letter, mimicking it on your backside.
"R...." he rolls the" "r" and stops moving the dart but pushes it hard into your skin as he releases your waist. He leans over and blows chilling air on the open cuts and it stings fiercer than Hydrogen Peroxide. He lifts the dart and lets out a satisfied grunt.
"Now, it's upside down. But~" he pats the side of your rear. "At least it's on there. How great is that?!"
He shifts his weight and your able to breath better, you take a deep breath in and your body shakes as he stands off you, tears run down your cheeks as you try and press yourself up, onto yo ur hands and knees. He lets out a sharp whistle and your stop. Buckling back down into your face. You feel the top of his shoe press against your side and you let him push you sideways. Your whole body shakes. The stinging sensation worsening with each second, you disassociate in the direction of his shoes.
âUgh. Don't tell me your broken already?" He lays down besides you and looks at your face, amused.
You sneer and look away from his eyes but suddenly your face snaps back to his, this movement sending a pain down your neck.
"Oh, no...I still see it...you still need some behavior training." He sucks in his lower lip and letâs it drop.
" Don't try and to be tough. I know how to make people do what I want." He reaches over to you and places his thumb against your chin. "But your not a person, are you? Your my little animal. My whimpering..." he rubs his thumbs in small circles. "...potty trained, little bitch..." he giggled staring at you coldly.
"I'm going to take very good care of you, as long as you keep me entertained." He says wagging his finger in your face.
He slides his thumb up your jaw. "Whose my pretty little girl? Aww...look at you, such wet eyes..." he rubs at your tears and then slides his finger across your eyebrow. "Such a pitiful, little thing...so weak, so breakable. So fun~"
"But I'll take good care of you. Take you for walks. Have you sit on my laps during meetings...Well, I will as long as you be a good girl." His face is so comforting yet his words strike this weird feeling into your heart.
"I have to say, your my most favorite pet that my daddy's ever given me...all mine to play with, all mine to enjoy...." he smiles wide, showing his teeth.
"It's so interesting what you do to me...I just couldn't just let you go unclaimed...I hope you understand that I do this all out of love~" His smile drops as he stares into your eyes.He rolls his tongue around in his mouth. Your eyes start to droop.
You feel a series of small slaps against the side of your face. "Nuh uh, wakey wakey. I'm not finished playing with you yet..." he snaps his hands to your collar of your shirt and pulls you up as he stand up, you choke and spit escapes the corner of you mouth. He winces and lets out a Eww as he takes his jacket and rubs it against your lip.
"Disgusting. Stop that..."Â He gives you a good look tilting his head before pulling you along to a throne on the other side of the room. He sits down and lets go. He pats the inside of his leg.
"Sit."
Your body trembles and you start to turn around to sit. But he grabs your wrist and turns you back around.
"Siiiiit. He sings.
"You climb into his lap. Feeling his heavy breaths against your chest as you wrap your arm around his shoulder and your knees rest on either side of his legs.
"Get comfortable..." he whispers in your ear. The chill making goosebumps travel down your body.
"My...you feel so soft and warm...and that scent of yours " he whispers as he presses the tip of his nose against the side of your neck. You let out a soft exhale as he does this. "It's sickening..."
Imagine: Castiel trying to express his feelings for you.
âI made you, this card.â He holds it out in front of him. You look around, your both stopped at this small dock, close to the bunker. There wasnât any lights out here so Castiel, being himself. Placed more than 20 sented candles around the dock. Something that you had to carefully walk across as he guided you towards the edge.
What really made you almost cry was that a the smells were different, fruity, bacon scented, ocean at sunrise. You name it.
He studies you as you look around. âYankee Candle had âthe best sale everââ He quotes from memory with that monotoned voice of his.âI had to get as many as I could before it was over, as all other sales would be lesser.â
You smile and he looks at you blankly for a moment before observing your smile and giving you a small one in return. You thank him for the candles and the card as you gingerly take it from his hand. It was red, the front and back, blank. You open it up and a detailed picture of a heart was drawn on one side of the card. A very detailed photo.
âYou have my heart, figuratively and now physically.â He nervously looks around, then gestures to the card stiffly. âT-This is what this vesselâs heart looks like, as an angel. I donât actually have a heart. I hope that doesnât make the gesture meaningless.â
You laugh and he stares at your expression, yet his smile grew. âIs this weird, did I make it weird?â He clears his throat and scratches the side of his head. âSam told me to give you my entire heart...I assumed this is what he meant. Next time I should just flirt more, like Dean suggested.â
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in and exhales looking at you with squinted eyes, an attempt on a iconic Dean look.
âYou...you make me want to, build a home for you.â He takes a deep breath in. âI want to have multiple personal experiences with you and only you because I enjoy you being with me.â He awkwardly winks at you after saying this.
You open your mouth and take a step back as you hold in a laugh, pressing the card against your chest. You tell him that you love his gestures but his attention flicks to the ground besides you.
âYour shoe is on fire.â
You snap your head down at the soft blanket scented candle that had just tipped over and landed on your shoelaces.
âHold still.â
You continue to freak out and Castiel swiftly moves over to you.
âLet me help.â He lifts you up bridal style and walks to the start of the dock and faces the water.
You scream at him not to throw you in as you wrap an arm around his neck. âIâm not going to throw you.â He takes a step into the shallow part of the river, his shoes and then his legs as he walks deeper completely submerged in water. He stands still and tilts your shoe into the water. It extinguishes.
âI will now recite my poem I made for you as this is what the website recommended.â
You start laughing and hug him as he holds you above the water. He grows silent and tilts his face into the side of your neck.
Party Consequences...Aftermath of Another Gabriel Party.
Part 2: âUnneeded Stress and Make-out Seshâ
Warning: Some intense lip action...both talking wise and other, brotherly fighting and jumpscares~ 18+ <3
LuciferxFemReader
You stop in your tracks outside the door, you raise your swimsuit to your face, and roll your eyes. Bathroom, you need to change in the bathroom. You turn back to the door. Although you were no longer dizzy, your whole body still thinks it is way too early to be up. You turn the handle and open the door.
Lucifer is standing in front of the door. Arms at his sides with a smug smile. You jump and turn away from him, pressing your forehead head against the open door repeatedly, cursing under your breath.
He lets out a sweet sighing laugh and leans his shoulder against the door, and starts playing with your hair.
âYou are so cute in those few seconds of terror.â You turn to face him, and he stops playing with your hair and instead fumbles around with the collar of your shirt, focused on this action. âJust like a little deer in headlights ...oh, I could just hunt ya for sport and place you on my mantle!â
You steadily put your hands over his, rubbing your fingers across his knuckles. He looks up at you, the swimsuit in your hand presses against his chest as he leaned in closer to you.
You tell him that makes you uncomfortable you donât want him to keep scaring you just because he finds it âcute.â
He stares down at you and drops his smile, glancing down your body next at your eyes, his eyebrows chewing on the inside of his cheek. He gives you a lingering wink as he slides his hands to the sides of your shoulders and squeezes you gingerly.Â
âYeah, bad word choice. Bad joking. Wish I had a autocorrect sometimes! Ha, Iâll tone it down and think about what I say before I say it. But, I canât help it if Iâm astonishing, that's part of the packaged Lucifer deal...â The lines under his eyes move up as he squints his eyes in a smile.
 Your eyes flicker for a second at Gabriel who you caught flipping off the back of Luciferâs head as he walked to the other side of the room. Still in a speedo.Â
You crack a smile, and Lucifer raises an eyebrow but he shakes it off. Â âBut Iâm glad you came back, I thought you had a sensory overload and decided to leave without me...â His voice is pleasant to your ears.Â
You tell him that you are going to get changed for the pool and that he should join you. You wait for him to let you go. But he remains looking down at you with a smug look. He takes a quick look at the bathing suit in your hands. It was a black one-piece, but one side had a hole that was mean to expose the side of your midsection. He slides a hand off your shoulder and pinches the swimsuit with his fingers, getting a better look at it, gently tugging at it.âMind if I see?â You could tell this wasnât really a question
You let go reluctantly and watch as he takes his other hand off your shoulder and holds the swimsuit up to his face as he turns, his side facing you.
âOk, tasteful but kinda restrictive, right? I mean, if my brother wasnât here, I would say lets Adam and Eve itâŚ.â He focuses his eyes on you, looking for your reaction and smiling as your start blushing.
You tell him to "cool it hot stuff".
âOf course, good point, Iâm a way sexier Adam and Eve have nothing on you and this is a villa instead of a bountiful garden...but hey! We can still pull it off." He twirls the swimsuit in his hand. "I know I'd love to tempt you into more than just eating a piece of the forbidden fruit". Â
Gabriel lets out a groan and you blush and look behind Lucifer's shoulder. Gabriel turns on the TV and turns up the volume. His arm relaxed on the back of the couch as he flips through channels with purpose. Lucifer clears his throat, your attention is pulled back to him and you blush even harder.
"As I was saying, love the black and the peek-a-boo, look what I have hole...â He looks at the hole and turns back to you, presses the suit against his chest, shimmying his shoulders as he rocked up onto the toes of his shoes.Â
âSo, come on, as you said, let's get changed!â He finger-guns you then places a hand against your back.
âWhat?!â Your face grows hot as he takes a hand and pushes you towards the bathroom door. You told him you did not mean for him to join you in the bathroom. âNonsense. Bathroom buddy!â his voice in high spirits.Â
"I have to powder my nose too, so might as well hang girlfriiiiend."Â
You glance over at Gabriel, then around the room as your hook your hands on the wall, preventing him from pulling you in as you can't help but awkwardly laugh, feeling bad for Gabriel. You hear the bathroom door open behind you and feel Lucifer's chest against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist trying to pull you into the bathroom. You tell him to hold up, stuttering as you pull against him. You notice that two people are gone and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you expect the worst.
 You ask Gabriel where Baraquel and Lamech with a forced calm quiver of your voice. Lucifer lets out a soft, "Forget about them... let's get naked." Which you try your best not to react to.
Gabriel doesn't look at you, his face stern. Well, he's obviously mad at something Lucifer must have said to him. Great.Â
You watch as he swats the air in your direction, âDonât worry your little Luci didnât murder themâŚâ Luciferâs hands stopped pulling at you as he looks around the corner at Gabriel.Â
âDonât like how you assume Iâd be the one to snap GabrielâŚIve been very good in not doing that, as of late if you havenât noticed!â Lucifer retaliated, in a childish tone.
Gabriel grunts back and doesnât acknowledge his brother's comment with words. You feel Lucifer lean down to your ear âHeâs just jelly about you and me." He uses his hands to point to you and him and nods his head. "Stable relationship and all âŚâ he whispers snootily and soon after straightens up and continues to hug you against his chest.
Gabriel turned the channel. âI sent them out to get some food.â He points to you, turning his head to look at you, and only you. He gives you a big forced smile as you feel the anger behind that was aimed towards his brother.
You're the only one that needs to eat around here so, I Being considerate about your basic human necessities..."
He glances up at his brother with a frown. "...sent Baraquel to wait outside an IHOP until it opens. While Lucifer here sent Lamech off with a mystery shopping list!" He taps his fingers against the back of the couch. "Of probably little to no use or value, to you." He says saucily and turns back to the TV playing around with the remote. Â He only does this for a second before pointing towards the Tv as if talking to you. âNot sure when his little demon will be back! Good riddance! Less Hellspawn the better!â He declares with a single irritated laugh.
Lucifer lets go of you and slides to your side, Â you stop him from going further by placing a hand in front of his torso. He glances down at your hand but is focused on striking back his brother's words.Â
âF.Y.I, I told them to get stuff for (y/n) my little brother...clothes, one of those drinks I know she likes from (Jamba Juice/Starbucks/ Insert drink place here) so don't make me look like the uncaring guy!"  He mirthfully growled, ready to bite back and return the attitude.
 "I would actually prefer you would leave all that caring for stuff to me. Gabriel as I can more than handle, the basic eat, drink, sleep care kay?âÂ
âAs I keep feeling like I have to remind you, sheâs mine.â This hung in the air. Making you feel a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.Â
âEven last night, when you kept being all up on her..all close and personal. Donât think I didnât remember, guess why you were the one who woke up laying flat on your face under the table.â He presses his fingers together and drops his smile.
âHad to take a nighty night after getting socked by brother karma.â
And Iâm reaching my tolerating limit so...It would just be SO GREAT! If you'd stop being so snippy about me and my abilities to care for her! Unless you want to...â he tilts his head. âSettle things.â
You tell Lucifer to stop and Gabriel to calm down mentioning that they are making you seem like a (pet/Tamagotchi/sim).Â
"Your right (Y/N) he is. But thats who your involving yourself with!" Gabriel chides making you feel offended.
Lucifer chuckles through his teeth and clenches his fist towards his brother âJust give me the word babe. Iâll knock him out for good.â He waits for your response eagerly.Â
You say no as you look at Gabrielâs angry face aimed towards the television.
Lucifer says as he turns to you and gives your temple a quick kiss. âFine.â His breath sending a chill against spot even though it was warm.Â
Lucifer presses you against him again. âBathroomâs off limits~â he sings to his brother as he forces you to walk backward with him into the spacious white bathroom. But didnât turn on the lights. You hold onto his fingers against your stomach as he slides you into the darkness. Feeling the cold tile against your feet. âEnough of that pathetic jealous bachelor energyâŚâ he jeers.
You tell him that if he keeps arguing with his brother, you might as well leave.
The door, still open, allows you to see a bit of the bathroom layout around you. Lucifer lets go of you and seems to vanish into the darkness of the bathroom.
âOh, I promise, no more fighting...â Â his lulling voice echos from an unknown location. Then it's silent.
You hear Luciferâs voice from the main room, but it was muffled from the television. But Gabrielâs response was loud and clear as they let out a loud sigh and walked towards the bathroom door. You casually sit on the sink and try to avoid his eyes as he continues past the door and exits the room. "Don't mess up the bathroom." He grunts shutting the door hard behind him.
The door starts to creak shut on its own. You shout that he better not try to scare you as you hop off the sink and rush to the door as it shut and locked itself, leaving you in darkness as you fumbled your hands to the doorknob.
You felt like you werenât the only one in the bathroom anymore.
You close your eyes and feel a cold chill at your side and the tapping of shoes as they get closer behind you, stopping at your side. You call out Luciferâs name feeling apprehensive, yet you refuse to look behind you. You hear a click sound and look down at the floor, seeing his shoes in a now illuminated bathroom. You trail your eyes up to his body. His other hand clenching and unclenching as he grinned at you, his head leaning back. His finger tapping on the light switch as he gazes down at you running his tongue on his lower lip. âWhat can I say...Iâm dramatic.â he shrugs his shoulders and smiles.
You furrow your eyebrows with an angry grin as he slid his hand down the wall and pushed himself off. Winking at you as he turned away and walked to the middle of the bathroom. âWow, look at that handsome guyâŚâ He admires himself in the mirror and rubs his jaw, striking a few poses and flexing his arms. He then walks to the sink counter and gestures at you, looking at you through his reflection intensely. You raise an eyebrow and scoff at him. He swivels to face you while mocking your expression, then proceeds to walk up to you and gently presses a hand on your abdomen, guiding you back against the door. âFine, Iâll come to you then.â His hand press against the door, right at the side of your face.
âGabriels going to take a dip in the pool while we...undress...so we have some space to...â His voice trails off as he starts stroking your hair.
Your eyes flicker to his lips, all the negative emotions you felt after hearing the brothers fight melted away.Â
â...Enjoy each other's company.â He leans forward and tilts his head to the side. Pressing his warmed up lips against yours.Â
You part your lips, and he doesnât hesitate to slide his tongue into your mouth. You taste the faint bitterness of alcohol on his tongue as he continues to give you the most passionate french kiss you've ever experienced. Your tongue a slave to the whims of his. You taste the faint bitterness of alcohol in his mouth.
His stubble tickles your face. Your eyes are unable to open as your overwhelmed by the sudden display of passion. You feel his finger slide underneath your chin, tilting your head up as he longingly shifts the angle of his kiss. He presses his whole forearm against the door and sandwiches you between him and it.
He slides his hand down the side of your neck, and you stand on your tippy-toes as he pulls away, teasing you. Â You feel his body press against yours, and his mouth returns back to yours. Â The muscles of his chest and midsection soft enough so that it almost molded with your body, and it felt so warm against you. His waist, his pelvis, everything fits so perfectly with yours.
He was no Sam in height,  but he still towered over you in this position. His arms muscular nonetheless...you felt trapped, and this gave you a buzz. He won't let your lips go. As you tried to break away every now and then, he would follow and make you silent, with a dominant eagerness. You could feel with each movement of his body that he was getting more and more reckless. Something you often had to balance when you two were intimate, for your own sake. You don't want him to have to heal your broken pelvis again...ever since then. You realized the effect you have on him, and how powerful you often forget he is. But you asked for him harder, and he sure gave it to you.
You turn your head and try to look into his eyes. He looks into yours for only a second before he presses his lips behind your left ear, kissing down the side of your neck. Doing whatever he could to trail his lips down the path to your collarbone. You toss your swimsuit near the sink and wrap your arms around his neck, caught in the ecstasy. You ran your fingers across the back of his head, into his hair. You feel his hands slide down your side, and he leans down. One swift movement, he hoists you up by your thighs and presses himself between your legs as he slides you up against the door. It rocks, and the lock clatters as it shifts in creaks as he continues to kiss your neck. Every tickling kiss he gave you sent a chill down your body. It was a warm chill, and the hairs on his face made this even harder to resist. You say his name softly, and this makes him press himself harder onto you, his midsection between your legs. Â
You let out a soft moan as he opens his mouth and slides the tip of his tongue briefly up your neck. You press your head back against the door, and he pulls back to stare at you, unforgivingly close. âYou always taste so goodâŚâ he mutters sucking in his lower lip and bites gently onto it, letting slide out slowly. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he glances behind him and back to you with a smile. His blue eyes traveling across your face as he lets out a sigh, Â
âWhen Iâm with you like this...Iâm always reminded that Iâm completely curve-balling my values. â The leans his head back and continues to look at you, at your nose, mouth, head. âI sometimes wish I hadnât fallen in love with youâŚâ he says in an earnest tone. This confuses you and makes you feel...not that great.
You ask him why he would say that.Â
He takes his hands from under your thighs, and you tighten your legs around him more, but heâs pressing you up against the door, and so you slide up. He scratches the side of his jaw and slides his other hand against your waist, pulling you from the door and walking with ease over to the sink, setting you down on the countertop. You unhook your legs and watch him as he starts to pace.
âBecause, if I had not.  I could just easily have killed you and felt nothingâŚjust like Jackâs mother...maybe one day go for a redo and make you the second baby incubator.âÂ
He says this so matter of factly as if it shouldnât make you feel alarmed.Â
 âNow, I just can't...I have to actually live with the fact that I love a human...and Iâm just saying his because its true, Iâm probably too much for you to handle.âÂ
He stops pacing and walks back up to you, a sad looking grin on his face as he places his hand on top of our head and rubs your forehead with his thumb.Â
âRight now, I know you're scared...I can feel itâŚâ he chuckles tilting his head to the side smiling.
Why is he smiling?Â
Your heartbeat quickens...you look into his face and feel once again how much different he is from you. How he doesnât feel the same way as you do or view the world the same. âBut you still love me...despite my slip up and little quirksâŚâ his smile lowers. âRight?â
Your feeling the pressure every second your silence is another second he clenches and unclenches his jaw. You tell him that you care about him, but not when he lets his emotions overwhelm him, and that needs to calm down. He scrunches up his face tapping his fingers against t the counter, as if unhappy with your reply. You tell him heâs making you feel uncomfortable, and that if he cares about you as well. Heâll take a moment to think about how you feel hearing him say all this to you.Â
He rolls back his shoulders and steps away from you, turning his back to you. You both have moments like this way too often for your liking. But heâs getting better at understanding you and allowing himself to be less...demanding...for the answer he wants to hear, less god syndrome and more compromising.Â
âOk, I'm sorry. Hey, I have to admit Gabriel got into my head.â He says with a musical tone as he pivots back to you. âHe probably wanted me to feel doubtful and make me mess this upâŚ" he gestures between you both. "Make I feel like you would...leave me... because I apparently shouldn't have a single person who's on my side! Knowing this-â
â -I still need to hear you say the words...that you won't.â He gestures in the air and forces a laugh. â I just need to hear it or I canât and won't calm down and I'll go bash Gabriel's head in just to feel better. Ok, so please?â
You look at him with sad eyes and smile. You tell him that you won't leave him. He opens his mouth, but you silence him by continuing to speak. You say as long as he continues to care about you, your free will, and what you consider important. You won't leave his side.Â
He rolls back his shoulders and lets out a nervous laugh shaking his head.Â
âOk. Yes, you and only you. Your all I care about anyway, so its done. I promise.â He starts biting his thumb and glances at the door. âI've obviously rattled you a bit so let me just...give you some space.â He heads towards the door, and you see his face snap into an emotionless stare at the door.
You say his name clearly, and his face switches back to a smile as he turns to you. You tell him to stay here and help you get dressed. Knowing him too well, and that he would probably do something stupid to Gabriel that would ruin this whole experience.
So he watches you undress and helps you put on the bathing suit. His hands, being slow with each tug and pull and you. Watch that shirt of his come off, and him only in his boxers...then nothing and then suddenly. Some very nice, pink swim shorts with pink glitter on the rear that read âEat meâ.
Damn, he really knew how to throw you around emotionally.
Crowley: Ok, I donât like the look of that face..how many drinks have you had?!
{You hold up the number using your fingers}
Rowena: Oh dear, absolutely legless...*chuckles*
Crowley: This isnât funny, mother. Luciferâs going to kill me and by me, I mean us.
Rowena: Crowley...fear doesnât look attractive on you! It brings out those pudgy cheeks of yours...besides canât he just zap her âealthy?!
Crowley: Ok, thanks for the self esteem. Anyway...Itâs the principal. He told me specifically âif she gets queasy I go squeezeyâ. Whatever the hell that means.
ââ
{You lay your face on the table staring at a beetle climbing up your glass.}
Rowena: *looking at you* I have a feeling your fiiine. She likes you too much for him to kill you...unless he hires someone else to do it for him...
*Crowleyâs Phone Dings*
Crowley: He says once heâs done done with his...business heâs popping by. Yeah. Time to whip out the potions, give her a drunk be gone stat! Whatever. Iâm not going down for this.
Rowena: Fine fine fine...letâs go back to hell so I can prepare a instant system cleanser...come on dear..*pats your back*
Party Consequences...Aftermath of Another Gabriel Party.
Part 1: âHangover Morningâ
SpnLucifer x FemReader
Warning: Sexual Themes, Swears, Drugs mentioned, Tortured Lego Pieces and Poor Villa âRe-decoratingâ
You squint hard enough to start seeing those swirling red, green, and blue shapes in your eyes.Â
This only made the sweating and lightheadedness worse.Your face is planted on the hardwood floor, you press your lips against some thin fabric and partially open one eye. A faint light from the unknown source, causing you to smoosh your forehead against the fabric. But you glimpsed a series of white bedsheets under you.Â
You feel uncomfortable and sore.
You hear some shuffling and moaning behind you and feel the bedsheets move as something drags across the floor, stopping at your side. You let out an annoyed groan as the sheets pull underneath your stomach.A hand falls against your back and lays there. Tapping their fingers like they were playing the piano.You flip your head to your side and leisurely open your eyes to see the back of matted blonde hair and the neck rolls of the back of their neck. His arm twisted in the most uncomfortable position ever. You feel his legs plop down onto yours, and he grunts into the thin sheeted floor..Â
Lucifer.Â
The light screams at you. Not literally, but it feels like it.
You feel his arm and hand on your back as he comfortingly continues to play piano on your backside. Gradually his hand goes limp, holds, and squeezes any fat he can, gently. You do this to him often, and this gesture makes you smile. Something heavy falls on top of you and squishes his hand against your back.This thing is a whole person, and they lay sprawled out on you, stomach first, their mouth drooling onto your neck.You let out a loud raspy cry as you feel the spit running down the side of your neck. The body was flung from you back.Â
 You hear the loud thud and a pained husky whine as something shatters.
Lucifer sets his hand back down on your back and pats it weakly. Still not moving the rest of his body.Â
You squirm at the drool running down your neck and decide to get up. You press your hands against the floor as if doing a push-up and only buckle and try to stay up using your elbows. âWhat the fuck...t...a what?â You stop yourself from puking as you say this by taking a deep breath.
You attempt to widen your squinting eyes as you feel Lucifer's hand fall to the ground beside you.  You sit on your butt and press your back against the couch. Rubbing the back of your neck against the cushion to get rid of the spit. You're in a big room, a fancy beige and cream room with plants, black marble tables, Brown hardwood floors. Black couches and chairs and a lot of glass, some with colorful water running down it. Big windows. Big windows, letting light in. Bad light, your eyes hate it.
You turn your head away from the windows on your right. To the left, there was a person, wild brown hair. With their green shirt ripped and pulled down, showing off their bare shoulders. They had on dark blue jeans and no shoes, no socks, and sleeping under a round wood table with long metal legs. You felt intense love for this table, but why? But you recognize the ass that is stuck up in a face-to-the-floor fetal position.Â
Gabriel.
You look up at the ceiling as you sigh. Someone...someone made multiple scribbly glittery terrible devil taps on the ceiling, multiple ones in fact. One of them completely useless because each sigil was a drawing of a dick.Â
You push yourself up onto the now-empty couch. There was a bottle shoved into one of the cushions, and a ripped up box of...condoms. Wow, there were blown up condoms, like balloons on the other side of the couch, just sitting there. One had a lego guy inside it, headless. This makes you worried.
From this new height, you watch the motionless bodies around you. Lucifer, sliding his hand to his side, not moving any other part of his body besides that arm. Gabriel. Still face down ass up.
You turn your body slowly and look over the couch. Next to a smashed vase, and on their side, long hair completely covers their face.
Baraquel.
The angel that you met a month ago. At one of Gabriel's other parties. They have a female body. But they don't like being confined to gender labels. They are quite the fun angel, awesome butch vibes.
You look hesitantly towards the window. Someone was clutching their knees and smooshing a condom balloon between their legs. While also resting their forehead against it. They have the smoothest bald head, and the sun made it shine like a halo. They're  wearing black yoga pants and a crop top. You look up at the demon trap on the ceiling. You look back down. Oh crap. Â
Lamech.
She was tapped in the Devil trap. Not the dick one, of course. But a rather pink... bloody.... glittery one nonetheless. You blink, look down at your feet and look up at the ceiling again, then glance back at Lamech. The demon. Looked at you with full-on black eyes. You jumped back and press a hand to your chest, and let out a loud whine. You curse at them weakly as a grin popped on her face. She raises her head and leans back against the window.âLet me out...and I promise I won't beat up Gabriel while he's out cold.â She moves her head as far as the circle would allow her and looks at Gabriel's body with a smile and flickers her eyes back to their human browns.Â
You groan and turn your head as you hear Lucifer actually move his other hand while out a guttural growling moan. Hot.
âYou say you don't understand that, but you rub your eyes and crawl across the couch towards her. When you reach the other arm of the couch you move yourself hands first towards the ground and end up smashing your face softly into the floor as you climb off of it and continue towards her. Once you get to her, you sit criss-cross applesauce and lookup realizing how high the ceiling was from the safe and secure ground. Â You reach your hands up the ceiling. You tell them you can't stand up or you'll vomit. Lamech lays their head back onto the condom balloon, defeated. You apologize and tell them you'll get them out as you turn your body and scoot over to Lucifer, the bottom of shoes in front of you.Â
You feel so sick.Â
You call out to Lucfier in a painedwhine as you start to crawl on your hands and knees over to his body.Â
Your eyes trail up his wrinkled dark blue jeans and up to his wrinkled, what you assumed, sweat-stained white buttoned shirt. You admire his popped up collar, the spiked wild hair, and the stubble on the side of his face, traveling up his jaw, across his chin, and under his lips. His sunken eyes closed in a sweet calmness.
Once you got your hands next to his shoulders and your face on the same height level as his. You lower yourself on top of his back and push your hands under his body. You give him a tight hug with your legs and hands as you rub the side of your face against his shoulders and backside.
You call him Luci and let the I linger in the air as you rest your chin on his back and look at his face.
His closed eyes twitch, and his whole body moves as he takes in a shuddery breath through his nose. He scrunches up his face and flutters his eyes open, automatically locking his eyes with yours with raised eyebrows. His neck rolls move with his face as he starts to flip over on his back.Â
You rise on your knees and lower yourself back down on his hips once he turns around. Your knees hug his sides as you place your hands on his lower stomach, playing around with his shirt that was crumpled up.
 His hands slide to your calves and rub them gently as he closes his eyes and leans close to your ear.
âYou're giving me a hard-on.â He whispers in a giggling croak as he lays his head back down .Â
You glance underneath you for a second and laugh as you press the side of his face against the floor and sigh for him to stop.
âHey, you stoooop...â He fusses in a muffled snicker as you take your hand off his face, and he turns back to you. He opens those eyelids to show you some very sleepy and attractive blue pupils. He slides his hands up your calves to the side of your thighs.
You tell him to heal you, or you are going to die as you lower yourself on his stomach, sliding yourself up to his body so that your face is back to the same level as his. You support yourself on your elbows and play with his hair.Â
His smile makes his cheeks move up, and his wrinkles more prominent. You kiss the lines on his forehead, and you feel his hands move from your thighs to your waist and up your back.
âOkayyyâŚâ He sucks in his lower lip, nodding at your request, and lets his lip pop back out as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. You feel a warm sensation on your back and lay down on his collarbone as this feeling travels throughout your body. It feels so good as it traveled to your head. You feel your senses coming back to you. The need to puke disappears, the headache was gone. The feeling stops, and you stay lying down on his chest.
âNow meâŚâ He says matter of factly, poking at his chest.
You rise back on your knees and press your hands on his chest cracking up as you pretend to heal him.Â
He starts shaking and convulsing, and you snap open your eyes and ruffle his hair angrily telling him that it wasn't funny with a  laugh as you rise to your feet. Looking down at him as he holds both of your ankles with a mischievous smile.
You hear something move in front of you. Gabriel lays down flat on his stomach and lets out a soft groan.Â
âYou guys are disgusting⌠the least you could do is share some of that love with me (y/n) Iâm feelinâ lonely ova' here.â
 He grunts as he slides himself backward using his hands and sat up, spinning himself around to face you. His eyes droopy, and unable to look clearly at your face and holds up his arms to you and flexes his hands, gesturing for a hug.
You feel Lucifer's grip tighten around your ankles, and you look down at him he's pouting.
 âGet your own girlfriend Gabriel.â He whines, his voice gentle and playful, a false sense of comfort.
WHAM
You snap your head to the couch as a hand slams into it and ahead along with an entire body pulls itself onto its feet. Glaring at Lucifer angrily.
âThat's what Iâm trying to do.â Gabriel says softly, not looking down at his brother, keeping his eyes locked on you, still gesturing for you to help him up.Â
âKeep trying and I wonât try... not to impale you.â He had a smile on his face, looking up at you with blissful eyes as he talked to his brother. Not good.
You tell them both to stop as Lucifer lets you shake yourself from his grip. You step over his head.
 SMACK
He smacks your rear with such swiftness you accidentally kick the side of his head.
âOWwwww Owwwieee owwwieeeeâŚâ  He whimpers as he shakes his head back and forth and rubs his eyes. You look down at him and turn around and squat next to his face. You start fussing at him and call him stupid while you laugh.
âIâm not stupid...â he says softly with a smirk and a false hurt tone.
âHe deserved that.â Baraquel hissed as they glanced over at Gabriel and started shuffling to them. âYou didnât have to toss me into a fucking vase Lucifer.â They grumbled as they lifted Gabriel up on his feet and patted his back.
âWell, I thought angels could flyâŚ.am I right? Isnât that your fault for not sticking the landing? â
He laughs as he stops rubbing his eyes and looks up at you, putting back on his pouting face. âKiss my boo-boo.â He sniffles.
âThere was no room besides we donât always land on our feet like cats.â Baraquel mutters.
Lucifer mocks them by talking with his hand and mouth. âShaadduuup...â he groans. You smack his hand and looks at you hurt.Â
You keep staring at his face and can't help but lean forward and kiss his temple. You feel the hairs from his chin against your neck as his lips press against your larynx. He then gently trails his teeth against your skin as if biting an apple, but not biting down.
You jerk back and tell him to stop being nasty as you roll your eyes smirking, getting back on your feet.You turn to face Gabriel as he pretends to throw up and then holds his stomach. Before sprinting to the actual bathroom around the corner and actually hurling into the toilet.
âGUYS, LET ME OUT!â Everyone snaps their heads to the sound, well except for Gabriel. You notice Lucifer wincing in pain at the sudden increase in volume.âAye, no shouting. Please.â Lucifer cries as he starts to pick himself up into a sitting position. Smacking his lips and looking at his shirt and pants.You turn back to him. You start to ask him to help them out when he flicks his hand as if it was nothing and scratches the bridge of his nose, looking at a few legos pieces on the floor.
The trap disappears, and Lamech stands up and brushes off herself while stretching her legs. âThank you, my king.â She says in a surprisingly formal tone.Lucifer scrunches his face and nods waving in the air. âYeah yeah. Donât mention itâŚâ he grumbles as he cracked his knuckles. He looks up at you and smiles, adorably. Ugh.
She takes a step out of her overnight prison and doesn't wait to dart towards the bathroom, taking a sharp turn and grabbing a beer can off the round table. You see her vault the thing at high speed into the bathroom and then a loud shriek from Gabriel.Â
âAttacked Iâm being attacked! Curb your Demon Luci!â The shower curtain falls, and Lamech walks back into view a content look on his face as she dusted off her hands.
âNice throw~,â Lucifer says as he gets up on his feet and stands up to his full height, trying to crack his back. While also (towering over you/standing close beside you). He swings his arms back and forth and claps softly with every swing.
âAlright, Iâm happy for now.â Lamech yawns. Baraquel smirks at Lamech but sneers once they looked at them.Â
âYou ask the group what happened last night as you rubbed your eyes. Then you wonder how they even managed to get drunk. You gesture across the room as Gabriel walks back and rubs the bottom of his shirt against his face. Showing everything underneath. You squint and look away, knowing that if Lucifer caught your eyes glancing, for even a second. He would become very hostile towards everyone in the room, except you, to make himself feel better. Not exactly healthy, but hey, you were getting there. You feel his eyes against the eye back and top of your head.
 âI spiked the drink with a little magic hocus-pocus for us celestials~â He chucks as he drops his shirt and smooths back his hair. Walking close to Baraquel and putting an arm over their shoulder. â But I hardly remember a thing... and Iâm loving it.â He talks to Baraquel, and they roll their eyes.
Lamech walks away from Gabriel and sat on top of the table Gabriel was previously resting under. They glance at Lucifer and then averted their gaze. Looking nervous and embarrassed as he catches them looking from the corner of his eye.
âI remember a bit of the last hour before it reached 2:00am.â She pointed to Gabriel
âYou finished your last devil trap after reversing your own gravity and then told me to...look behind me..and tripped me Into where I was stuck for the night.â She grumbled. She pointed to Baraquel, "I vaguely rememberLucifer trying to make you mad, but you wouldn't budge because you knew he would smite you." You felt Lucifer nod as he rubs his chin against the top of your head.Â
âI really wish you wouldâve lost your coool... Bar-be-cueâŚâ Baraquel glared at Lucifer and then at Gabriel, who was now slumped on their shoulder trying to stay standing.Â
âWhatever, Hakuna Matata!â Shouts Gabriel as he snapped his finger and was suddenly all cleaned up, hair sorted, clothes ironed, and shoes on. âIf more of tonight was meant to be remembered, it will come to us later on. Now. Who wants to go swiiiming?!â He sang as clicks his heels, and another dress change and this time. A...a Speedo.Â
Everyone glances away, and Lucifer covers your eyes pressing his big olâ hands against your face. âOk, Nobody wants to see your worm down there.â He groans.
âWow, and I thought I was small.â Lamech chuckled to themself. Gabriel scowled at them and then at Lucifer.
âHey. This âwormâ gets a lot of early birds, guys.â
âWhy are you even judging his vessel. It shouldnât matter, it doesnât reflect his true self.â Baraquel huffs.
âThere are no birds that would peck at that scrawny thing.â Lucifer scoffs.
âDamn you angel's are always so lame. First, with the whole eating God's dick and doesn't show true self shit, boring high ground shit."
âYeah? I can tell ya! I have a lot down in my bang book, and what about you huh? Your just jealous that I have game, experience! And guess what, I have a feeling you make (y/n) cry with tha-âÂ
â-whatâs with you demons and your hot ass breath, and the lust for Lucifers abusiveness?! Baraquel's voice covers Gabriels as they point angrily at Lamech.
âUgh, alright. Just because I havenât been practically living in the red light district doesnât mean Iâm rusty.â He puffs out his chest. âAnd trust me (y/n) is more than satisfied...Unless you want me to get into the details~â
The corners of his mouth rises as he squints at his brother.
âLALALALA NO!! No!! I never had an older brother, I cant hear youuu!â Gabriel shouts as he covers his ears and moves away from him towards the glass dining table. Lucifer follows him with an impish smile on his face. âSometimes, we get freaky and whip out the-âÂ
You slide down and sit on the floor pressing your head against your knees. You donât hear what he says, but he lets out a high-pitched laugh as Gabriel slams his hand on a chair, breaking it.
Everyone continues to bicker and shout at each other. Lucifer actually stepping into Gabrielâs face after he made a what you can guess was a rude comment to Lucifer, and the two start puffing out their âfeathersâ.
 Baraquel ended up giving Lamech the cold shoulder and moving as far as they could from the Archangels as possible, Lamech follows still not done with them yet.
You stand up and grab your swimming clothes casually hanging on a plant and walk out the door.Â
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