the devil in one's heart and the devil in the other's sheets

Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3

You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.


Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part II)

A/N: OMG your responses were amazing! Enjoy Part II <3 </p>

Warning: Slight Angst

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

Tell that sadist she only have one more hour.

You ignored another text from Reggie, giving your red-headed bestfriend your attention. The neon lights from Pop’s literally only made your bestfriend more intimidating and unearthly. This week really passed by fast and before you knew it, it was a Friday and you are hanging out with Cheryl in your usual both in Pop’s while waiting for your other favorite person to arrive and pick you up.

“Is that cretin annoying you again?”

“Cherryyy.” You whined knowing where this conversation was going. Even with their mutual love for you, Reggie and Cheryl just couldn’t seem to get along with each other. That’s why you had to make sure you gave them equal attention which resulted to them having to deal with sharing you every once in a while.

“Okay,” she sighed raising her hands up in surrender. “This is me,” Cheryl said as she folded her hands at the table neatly on top of each other “, being nice.” She mustered up a smile which quickly fell. “Now let’s stop talking about that dunce. I’m sure he was just counting down the hours before he can have you for himself aguuuuhn.”

“Well, you did lose the ‘rocks-paper-scissors’ on where I would be sleeping over this weekend.” (Y/N) said as a matter of factly. It was truly comical to see the two of the most intimidating figures of Riverdale high fighting over you in a game of rocks-papers-and-scissors if you do say so yourself.

“He cheated, love and you know it.” Cheryl sipped on her – your milkshake – as if to prove her point. She suddenly paused and looked up at you before squinting and placing a red finger on her lips“Hmm, I wonder.“ 

"What?” You did not like the look on Cheryl’s face. You knew your bestfriend too well to know that whatever is on her mind is probably anything but nice.

“I wonder why he was so keen on letting you sleepover this weekend. Usually he always had things to do with his other brainless groupies or his croonies that’s why you always stay with me, so …”

“So what?”

“So what changed?” Another pause before she flattered her eyelash on you. “Don’t you think..?”

“Don’t I think what Cherry?” You asked, growing impatient by the minute.

She grinned mischievously. “Don’t you think Mr. Mantle finally grew a brain and realized his one and only love is in-front of him all this time?”

You couldn’t hide the blush on her face. Cheryl caught you too off guard. “Cherry how many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends!” You muttered, suddenly shy, but you knew it was useless when Cheryl just rolled her eyes.

“Fool God, fool the devil, but don’t try me, love.”

This time it was your time to roll her eyes. “I’m not fooling anyone, Cherry.”

“Not that i’m totally on his side but what’s wrong with being with him anyway?” Cheryl completely ignored you and your petty excuses. “He is hot, rich, and have that football scholarship in the bag being the captain of the Bulldogs and you have been together even before the two of us so I will trust his faithfulness when it comes to you.”


“Plus if you do get married and realize he sucks at the end you can always divorce him and live with me in New York.”


“Speaking of ‘were-just-friends” you wouldn’t have said no to my offer and that university’s offer in New York if it wasn’t for him.“ She said, slamming her hand on the table.

Case closed for Cheryl.

"Fool the devil, my darling. But "just friends” hell even bestfriends, don’t do that.“

You stared at Cheryl to prove to her that there really was nothing going on between you two but all she did was squint and you sighed in defeat making her beam.

"Finally,” she smirked. “I was growing tired waiting for you to tell mwah. When are you planning to confess?”

"I’m not confessing, Cherry.” you sighed dragging the milkshake towards your direction and sipping it.

“Why not?”Cheryl asked, munching on a fry.

“He doesn’t like me like that! And it’s fine. I’m pretty sure this … crush or whatever it is will probably just pass.”

“Oh, honey, who said anything about a crush? You’re in love with that simpleton. I don’t know why but you are. And if he isn’t in love with you yet then he really is proving everything I have been calling him right and you know how he hates it when i’m right.”

“Cherry, Iet’s just drop it, okay?” You nearly begged.

“What do you have to lose?” She challenged.

“Uhh, our lifelong friendship? The relationship I have spent my whole life protecting? My dignity? My pride?”

“Touché’.” Cheryl threw an unfinished fry at you and it would’ve hit you straight to the face if you haven’t moved at the last second. “But hon, you should at least try. Cause as much as confessing may sound like a leap of faith, it would be better than regretting what you didn’t do, what you could’ve done." 

"I know,” you sighed. “But it really is a hopeless case, Cherry. I’d rather not waste my time and my friendship.”

“Look if you’re not even gonna become the endgame why don’t you just leave with me to New York? You got nothing left to lose.”

You glanced at her and she was seriously staring at you, ready for this argument. “I can’t leave him, Cherry.”

“Why not? He’s a big boy, (Y/N/N). He can take care of himself.” Cherry grabbed my hand. “Stop surrounding your life around him cause when he leaves you’d be left with nothing and i’d never allow that to happen to you.”

You thought about it. Are you really too dependable? Is it really the time to move on? Can you really leave Reggie after spending the last eighteen years of your life with him?

“If …” you gripped Cheryl’s hands tighter. “If all goes to shit –”

“Oh, i’ll be here, darling.” She gave me a sweet and comforting smile. “I’ll pick up the pieces.”

Your comfortable silence was broken by the familiar honk of a familiar car. “Speaking of the devil.” Cheryl sighed already taking her purse and placing too much money on the table. You giggled as you crossed your arms with hers as you walked towards Reggie who was leaning on his car.

“Had fun, ladies?” Reggie asked uncrossing his arms to remove his iconic letterman jacket and place it on your shoulder.

You muttered a small “thanks, Reg”.

“Well, it would’ve been better if you didn’t graciously intervene, you ninny.”

“Cry me a river, satan.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes before looking at you who was already safely tucked in Reggie’s car. “Take care, love. Call me if it gets too boring in there.”

“Sure, Cherry.” you giggled, waving slightly at her. “See you on Monday.”

She nodded before glaring at Reggie. “Take care of my (Y/N), you ditz.”

“Still my (Y/N), you psycho.” Reggie shot back before driving off.


You plopped down on Reggie’s new sheets as he placed his letterman jacket on a chair. You seated yourself near his window to see the stars.“Move aside, pup.” he gently nudged you before lying next to you and wrapping your arms on your waist as he used your tummy as a pillow.

You both sat in a comfortable silence with him just laying there while you look outside while discreetly stealing glances. “Hey Reg–” 

You were cut off when Reggie laughed at something at his phone. You visibly frowned.

“Oh sorry, what was that, pup?”

“What are you laughing at?” You asked. He blushed.

Oh shit.

“It’s … Ronnie.”


“Veronica. Her name’s Veronica … I call her Ronnie- but that’s not the point. She’s … really funny? I don’t know. I just …”

You held your breathe. Please no. God no No, no, no, no–

“I think I really like her.”

And just like that, all hopes, dreams, and every single crevice in your heart was crushed and died.

“What …” you could barely speak, your mouth too dry. The temptation to cry is too much.

“It’s just … she gets me, y'know. She’s so different from other girls.”

You felt a pang in your heart. What about you? You get him – hell, you get him more than anybody. What are you now?

Other girls.

You almost laughed. You couldn’t believe you were now just part of the other girls. The other forgettable, worthless, unimportant girls. The other girls that, once upon a time, you were laughing at because they couldn’t get the one thing that they wanted no matter how hard they tried because he was yours. But now, you are unceremoniously shoved to the other girls you hated so goddamn much.

You looked away.

“(Y/N)? Say something.”

You swallowed whatever saliva was left in your mouth and cleared your throat. “T-That’s great, Reg.” You hastily wiped one tear that escaped.“Looks like I won’t be getting any texts from Geraldine or Sarah or Melanie anymore, eh?”

He grinned at me but before he could fully see my face and see something wrong I pushed a pillow on his face and he laughed, trying to get away from me, giving me time to compose myself a bit.

“Yeah, I kinda cleared the whole bench for her.”

Another pang.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin something this great.”

And another.

He slowly crawled back to you and positioned himself once again. You stroked his hair. “Me too, Reg.” you almost sighed. “Me too.”

Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 1

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word Count: 3,741 (kinda long?? sorry)

(Prologue) - Next Chapter

The sound of gentle waves lapping at a thin shoreline was the first sensory response you felt as your consciousness was reawakened. Needle-like pain pierced all known muscles and joints in your body as your heavy eyelids struggled to open. You found yourself at the grass-strewn coast of a large lake, the sun bordering the horizon and the storm clouds having formed dispersive curves in the orange sky.

I fell. The dream… It actually happened.

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Hiding in the Impala Part Three

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Reader’s Ex 
Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, fight scenes 
Word count: 3241
Summary: Sam, Dean and the Reader come up with a way to solve their case and be rid of Zach forever. 
A/N: Not my original idea! This was inspired by @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s original work, you all should go check out her page it’s awesome:) 
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Livin La Vida Loca

Dean Winchester x Reader

1900 Words:

Story Summary: Based on the song Livin La Vida Loca. Dean becomes enamored with a bewitching woman, ignoring everything else. (Summary sucks, I know)

Written for @iwriteaboutdean 200 follower 90′s Baby Challenge. My Song as you can guess was Livin La Vida Loca.

Is a little angsty, I guess.

If you’re not following @iwriteaboutdean you need to! She’s awesome!!

I should have known. Everyone warned me. Sam, even Cas who hadn’t even met the girl yet had warned me she was trouble.To stay as far away from her as possible. Of course I didn’t listen, falling under her spell immediately, and now I can only blame myself.

As soon as I saw her, I became a different person.  Someone needy, and desperate, willing to do anything to spend a second in her arms. To stare into those mesmerizing eyes of hers, pretending the problems of the world didn’t rest on my shoulders.

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Mercy (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader) *smut*

Request: Safari is the internet lol and YESS you should do a lucifer fluffy/smut one shot where your like another angel archangel to be exact and your lucifer’s mate/wife and Chloe meets you for the first time and your like lucifer but more kind and sweet and you love kids and that and Chloe is really surprised and you’ve been teasing lucifer all day and when you get back to lucifer’s apartment he can’t take the teasing anymore and it leads to very steamy smut in the end and it’s the lucifer from fox lol - @icharleecongreve

A/N: Here you go dearie c: MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1,024

Warnings: smut, uprotected sex

“Hey where are you going?” You asked Lucifer as you saw his naked butt waddling away from the bed. He turned and smiled at you. “I need to meet Chloe about a case. Want to come by?” He asked as he put his underwear back on. “Sure. Let me get a quick shower. Want to join?” You teased. He rolled his eyes and smirked.

“It wouldn’t kill me to join.” As he paced forward you closed the door and let out a laugh. “You little devil.” The irony made you laugh harder as you were an archangel. Your father was furious but you made up your mind and marry the devil himself. He was kind to you not like people described him; vicious, merciless and ugly. He was quite handsome and sure he’s a devil in the bed.

Originally posted by theluciferdaily

You got out of the shower and walked down to the kitchen and saw Lucifer drinking some scotch. Tea wasn’t his thing. “You ready?” He asked. You put on your black leather jacket and tied your shoe laces. “Only when you are.” You winked and he swallowed hard. “Tease.” He walked past you and got out to his car. You both got in the car and drove to Chloe’s place. “Now I warn you, there is this little demon.” He said in a terrified voice.

“Don’t worry. I married one.” Your hand landed on his knee and slowly slid it up his thigh. He let out a heavy breath. “You’re playing with fire Y/N.” His voice trembled as he parked the car. You smirked and let out a light chuckle. Lucifer knocked on the door and a lady answered it. “Hi Lucifer.” She made way for us to go in. as we went in, a small girl ran over to Lucifer and hugged his legs. “Lucifer!” She squealed. Lucifer tried to shake her off but she held on tight. She began laughing until her mother pulled her away. “HI I’m Chloe.” She shook your hand.

“I’m Y/N, Lucifer’s wife.” She had a surprised look on her face. “This is my daughter, Trixie.”

“Hi.” She hid behind her mother and waved.

“Hello sweetie.” You smiled. She got out from behind her mother’s figure and walked towards you. “I like your eyes, they’re beautiful.” You felt yourself blush a bit, even though she’s just a child. “Want to see my dolls?”

“I’d love to.” She took you by the hand and pulled you to her room. You looked back at Lucifer and smiled.

Originally posted by roguecanarys

“I didn’t know Lucifer was married. I thought he was going to be a loner all his life.” You laughed at Trixie’s comment. You sat down on her bed as she handed you her dolls. “So how long have you and Lucifer been married?” She asked as she waddled her way to the bed. “I bet you looked very pretty in your white dress.”

“Thank you Trixie. Well tomorrow will be our 3 year anniversary.” Her eyes widened. Lucifer called you from the kitchen. “You go, I have to do something.” Trixie said as she grabbed a piece of paper and some colours.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked. Chloe opened her file and a butt load of papers flew out of it. She grabbed one of them and showed it to me. “We need your help finding this man. He is accused of murder, theft and abuse. Can you help us please?” She asked politely. You nodded. “Great, so tomorrow at 7:30 am.”

“Okay, thanks.”

As you were about to leave with Lucifer, Trixie ran over to you. “Y/N! I made this for you.” She handed you a paper with a drawing on it. It had Lucifer who had horns and a tail and there were you with a pair of white wings and a halo. You smiled and showed it Lucifer. You opened the paper and on it was scribbled ‘Happy anniversary’. You felt your heart melt. “Thank you so much Trixie.” You gave her a hug. “Let me guess? I’m the one with the horns?” Lucifer chuckled.

Originally posted by lucifer-morningstar-love


You plopped down on the bed in your bra and underwear. You looked at Lucifer who was getting out of the bathroom. You removed the sheets off of you and smirked. “Lucy.” You sang his name. He laid next to you, naked. Your hand cascaded down his clavicle and his toned chest. You straddled him and slowly grinded on him. “Too bad you don’t have that tail. You could do some tricks with it.” You sucked on his neck as he let out a groan. He quickly switched places and looked you in the eyes. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Now it’s time that I have some fun.” You underwear disappeared and Lucifer sank between your legs. His tongue glided up and down your wet core. You let out a moan and you felt you stomach clench at the feeling. His tongue found your clit and he licked it and grabbed it between his teeth while two fingers slid inside you. “Don’t you dare come!” He said between his clenched teeth.

You let out a wanton moan as he moved his fingers in and out of you; you threw your head back in ecstasy and closed your eyes shut. “I can’t!” You groaned as your hands found his hair and pulled on it sending him groaning and moaning. You clenched hard around his fingers but he quickly backed off and slid inside you. “This is your punishment my little angel.” He started out with slow thrusts. His thrusts got sloppier and faster, increasing the friction between you and you orgasm grew stronger. Your skins slapped against each other and your breaths got heavier. He got rid of your bra and he sucked on you breasts. “Lucifer!” You moaned out loudly.

He looked at you and put on his devilish smirk and red eyes. “Come baby.” Your body trembled as your orgasm shook your body hard. Lucifer soon followed as he shot his seed inside you. He held you tightly as you scratched his back as your orgasm slowly faded away. “My devil.” You sighed.


Originally posted by lostinbangtan

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Devil!Au / Angst / Drabble series

Rated T for mention of nudity (and things get just a tiny bit sexual in the end wops)

Word count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Yoongi has ivory skin and silky hair; he’s beautiful in the most elegant of ways: a burning one, although his eyes are filled with ice instead of fire. He’s terribly tempting and you keep meeting him - too bad he only wants to steal your soul.      

Author’s note: This is a very random series of drabbles, a bit messy too, probably. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it and of course feedback is always appreciated <3  <br>

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

III. Room 66

“You know why I keep coming, right?”

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Brendon Urie Imagine- I’m the New Cancer

“Can I request teen!Brendon?!?! Like maybe a highschool AU or something? Start off hating each other and well you can decide where it goes?”

[Author’s note! Sure thing sweetie! Thanks for the request! This is going to be a fun one to write. I am excited.I am also making this a pre-imagine for one that I wrote awhile back called Composition!] 

You never knew the devil had a name until you met Brendon. High school was going fine, you finally felt comfortable in your own shoes, until one day you had an unfortunate run in with the devil himself. 

You were already running late for class as it is. A series of poor decisions got you there. When you finally stumble into the school, you are welcomed by a crowded hallway and no familiar faces in sight. Rule of thumb, you keep your friends limited in school and you glide your way through it. You were able to make it through a large portion of school too going unnoticed until the local boy wonder decided to make it his goal in life to give you chest pain. 

He is a full blow douche to say the least. And this wasn’t just a passing phase, oh no. It’s his full time job to make you feel as awkward and uncomfortable as physically possible.  Surely a level opposition that is worthy of a mention in the record books of cliche high school bullies. 

Nevertheless, you were late and eager to get to your class. You have a reputation to uphold, and being on time is included. You eye the door up and cringe as you see him leaning against the wall right next to the classroom you need to be in. He looks so carefree standing there, his hand shoved into the pockets of his skinny jeans. That bastard. Quickly you try to devise a plan on how you can avoid him seeing you, but every plan seems to be a bust. Of course he has to stand in the one spot that is inescapable. Even more reason to hate him. You decide to dodge the bullet and just go for it, hoping that he won’t recognize you. Preparing for disaster, you clutch your books tightly to your chest and bow your head to avoid eye contact. With each passing step, you dread that inevitable encounter. 

For a moment when you don’t hear that conceited voice of his call out your name, you think you have made it fast enough to avoid the whole ordeal. To your misfortune a ratty pair of black converse step into your field of vision and you are bound to be late for class now. You were so damn close. 

“Hello there, dollface.” He chuckles through that insolent tone of his that makes you want to run the other direction. “To what do I owe the pleasure today?”

You find yourself retracting into yourself as he takes a step closer. You wish you had never run into him in the first place, you don’t even want to know his name. But of course you do. How could you not? With his dark hair and muddy eyes that could melt anyones heart, he has that quality that any cocky bad guy has. Intimidatingly attractive. And deservedly so, if you can get past the lack of a heart. 

“Move it Urie. I am just trying to get to class.” you attempt to push past him. As tempting as it is to look up and see his reaction, you can’t muster up the courage to give them that kind of pleasure. 

Instead of letting you go by, he moves with you in one swift movement. He makes a better door than a human in your opinion. 

“That eager to get to class are we?” he leans against the door frame. That jerk has the nerve to make it look so easy to push someone’s buttons. “Can’t be late now isn’t that right?”

“Something you have never understood the concept of.” 

With a sudden gust of attitude, you manage to glare at him. That exact look you imagined plastered on his face is there, eyebrows cocked and all. 

“Shots fired. That really hurt (y/n).” his hand dramatically rubs his chest as if it signals his pain. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”

If you rolled your eyes any harder they would have rolled right out of your head. Sure it might have been overkill but this kid really got on your nerves. How you ever managed to get along with his friend Ryan was a mystery. 

“Mr. Urie! Get to class!” the teachers yells and you inwardly thank the gods. 

He throws his hands in the air defensively and moves out of the way, letting you escape your nightmare. With a smug grin you  push past him, slipping him the finger behind your back. 

“When you decide to have a little fun, you know where to find me!” he calls out heading down the hallway. 

No way in hell that was happening. 

“What was that all about?” you friend asks you as you sit down exasperated from the encounter. 

“My worst nightmare, that’s what.” you sigh. 

It’s seventh period, which means its both your favorite and least favorite part of the day. Your favorite because it is your independent music study. Your least favorite because you have to be in the same room as Brendon for a whole hour. Gross. At least you can lock yourself in a practice room and forget about him. 

When you stumble into the band room and realize he is the only one in there, you curse to yourself and turn to head the opposite direction. Unfortunately for you, you caught his attention right away. 

“Have somewhere to be?” 

Shit. Your jaw clenches and your entire body grows stiff as you turn around to face him. 

“No. I just couldn’t stand the thought of sharing a room with you. I wouldn’t want to catch a disease or something.”  you wave him off digging through a pile of mixed up sheet music. 

“Ouch. Two hits in one day. I must be rubbing off on you.” 

That comment really got you bubbling. The fact that he would even take the credit for your witty comments makes you want to punch him. And it takes every ounce of self control not to just go up to him and give him one. But he would get too much joy out of that. So instead you grab your sheet music and make a mad dash past him. Luck was not in your favor. 

In a fit of your clumsiness your music falls off your binder and scatters all over the floor. You frantically attempt to pick it up. Brendon chuckles at the sight of your cheeks glowing brightly in embarrassment. He knows the kind of effect he has on you, and you hate yourself for letting him know. 

“Classical huh? What kind of sheet music is this anyway? You don’t strike me as the piano type.” he snorts as he picks up a few of the stray sheets. His expression reveals confusion and a hint of interest.

“You wouldn’t know if real music hit you in the face Urie.” you spit. 

“You don’t even know what I do. Give it a chance, you might end up liking it.”

“In your dreams.” you manage to keep your voice steady as you reply.

“Your loss sweetheart!” he shrugs as you lock yourself in the soundproof practice room. At least he can’t hear or see you for the next hour. 

The time passes quickly, and soon you find yourself having to put down your instrument and have to face the relentless punk rocker once again. Silently praying that he is already gone, your hopes are crushed when his voice rings out. You jump at the sudden interaction.

“A little jumpy today aren’t we?” he retorts, a smug grin pulling at his lips. 

“Mind your own business would ya pretty boy?” you say trying to sneak away from him for the third time today. 

“So you think I’m pretty, Huh?” he shoots you a devilish glare that could melt a heart. 

“Something has to make up for you being such a douche.” you hiss.

You wait for him to reply in his usual manor, but for the first time ever, he has nothing to say. There is no gnomic reply, just silence. Have you just outwitted the master at his own game? You thought this feeling would be more exciting, finally having the guts to give it right back to him. But as his jaw tenses and eyes droop into what could mistakenly be seen as sadness, you almost feel like you were too harsh. Until you remember how awful he was to you just this morning. 

“Bye.” you murmur as you shuffle your sheet music into a folder. 

Was Brendon Urie, your biggest offender, actually upset that you called him a douche? Does it really matter? Yet somehow you find a guilty feeling rising in your chest and you actually regret saying it. 

“Hey (y/n), something the matter?” your friend Ryan asks leaning against the locker next to yours. 

Snapping back to reality, your focus shifts to Ryan. He knows about the way Brendon treats you and he apologizes  for it every day. How he even gets along with Brendon in the first place is a mystery. 

“Oh nothing. What’s up?” you stutter. He gives you a confused look but waves off your awkward response. 

“Well I was doing a little writing lately. I was hoping you would do me a big favor.” 

“What would this favor be?” 

“One of the songs I wrote, I really want some cello in the band. I was hoping you would take a look at it and drop by a rehearsal one time.” 

Knowing very well that Brendon would be at that rehearsal, this is an extremely big favor to ask. But Ryan has been a good friend of ours for a long time, and you wanted to see him succeed. 

“You are lucky we are friend’s Ross.” you sigh heavily as he hands over a pile of sheet music. 

“What would I do without you! See you tomorrow at the bar?” he laughs.

“I suppose you will.” 

The sun is starting to set as you walk down the deserted sidewalk of downtown. With your cello strapped on your back, you make your way down to the run down bar that the keyboard players dad owns. It is nice of him to let them use that space as a rehearsal area before hours. You take a deep breath before entering, knowing that this could potentially be the most grueling two hours of your life. 

“Hey!” you hear that harrowing voice that you dread. 

Perhaps if you just ignore him he won’t push considering yesterday’s events. But as you start to unpack your things you can hear him getting closer. Oh god. 

“You know what, I am doing your band a favor so why don’t you do me a favor and leave me alone.” you warn, not letting him even test your patience. 

Your answer is short and to the point. If only your voice wasn’t so unintimidating that you actually sound like a little kid trying defend themselves. But no use in backing down now. 

“No! I was just…” he stumbles on his words, reaching for the right thing to say. This is the second time in two days that you have done this. Maybe he was right, maybe he is rubbing off on you. 

You look at him with uninterested eyes waiting for him to respond. A faint blush creeps on his cheeks and he looks flustered. 

“Shit.” he mumbles, hoping you wouldn’t hear it. But you did. 

You shoot him a concoction of confused and annoyed glares as you carefully remove your cello from its case. Ryan calls for Brendon and he almost looks hurt as he walks away up to the stage. They begin with a punchy number about a strip club and a lap dance. Figures. He looks so confident up there, the way he dances around. And those vocals. Wow. He almost looks human for a moment. Wait no, you can’t be thinking about that. 

“Alright, you have the sheet music for I write sins?” Ryan calls. 

With a nod you head up to the stage and take a seat in the chair right between Ryan and Brendon. As if it wasn’t bad enough just to share a stage with him, you had to be sitting right next to him. You gently pluck the stings and Brendon joins in. He stares in awe at you as actually play the notes, but you are too busy getting lost in the music to notice. You take in the sound, so beautiful and pure. 

“Technically our marriage is saved!” he sings. 

As the song finishes, you realize that he is watching you geek out. A blush creeps up as you look away and shuffle through your music to find the next song. Why won’t he stop looking at you? 

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s not polite to stare?” you seethe, taking your stance to play the next song. 

The next song is a beautifully surprising song about the tragedy that is an affair. For just being a high school band, the lyrics are really deep. Secretly, you love bringing your musical element to such a raw sounding band, but you would never let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. A quick musical interlude, it is now your time to shine. The hearty sound of your cello fills the room and you completely loose yourself for just a moment. It truly is a beautiful composition and everyone in the room feels it. 

When you know it is time for Brendon to come back in, you back down your sound but he doesn’t join in. Instead he stands there, too occupied in watching you to even realize that he was supposed to sing. 

“Hold up guys. Earth to Brendon? Isn’t that your cue?” you chortle in satisfaction. 

“Um,  five minute water break.” he stammers as he heads off the stage. He’s acting so weird today. 

Despite your inner conscious telling yourself to run away, you find yourself meeting him at the water table. He has already downed half a bottle. 

“What’s the matter Urie? Cat’s got your tongue?” you tease, hoping to strike a nerve. 

“Just shut up.” he snaps. His words giving you all the more reason to bush his buttons. 

“What did you just say?” 

“You heard me. I said shut up!” 

HIs piercing eyes flash to you and you stare right back. Two evenly revved up people standing face to face, and you wanted to come out on top. Not willing to back down, you decide you will give him the opportunity to explain himself if he can manage. 

“Alright. “ you reply, crossing your arms tightly over your chest expecting a damn good explanation. “Give it to me.” 

“Fine.” he hesitates, almost expecting you to walk away. “What you said yesterday. You were right. I am a douche.  But.” 

He shifts his weight to one hip, kicking his foot a little, like he is at a loss of words, and it feels astounding. He, Brendon, can’t even come up with a decent reason as to why he is such an ass. You have finally won. You are just about to say something, but he holds a finger over your lips and stops you. 

“Ah-ah-ah!” he scolds.

“Alright.” he stars again once he knows you aren’t going to interrupt him. “But, I have this huge crush on you and that’s why.” 

What the hell just happened? Unable, or unwilling to even register what he is saying, you walk back over to your seat and pluck around on your cello. With wide eyes and flustered cheeks, you shutter as he takes his stance next to you at the mic. You can’t even look at him as he stands there singing into the microphone about screwing some girl. Was he being serious? His words say one thing, but his stature says it all. It’s still not a valid excuse to make your life a living hell though. Most people when they like someone, try to make them feel good. Brendon does the exact opposite. 

As the rehearsal draws to a close, you plan to sneak out of there without having to exchange another word with him. With a brisk pace and quick feet, you manage to pack up your stuff and you are almost out the door when he is back at it again. 

“Wait!”he chases after you. “You don’t just get to walk out on me!” 

“Really? Because after the hell you have put me through I am pretty sure I do!” 

“That is so not fair! I barely got two words in!” he whines like a little child. 

“Life isn’t fair Urie!” 

“Just. Wait.” his hand clasps around your wrist so that you can’t escape. You would be lying if you said the physical contact didn’t turn your stomach in knots. “I’ll be in the band room second period. If you want to give me a second chance, I’ll be there.” 

You tug your arm away and walk in the opposite direction. You can feel his gaze burning into your back as you walk away, and you dare not look back. What kind of drugs was this boy on? The entire walk home you try to think about something else, but all that comes to mind is Brendon’s preposition. Does he deserve a second chance? Definitely not! But something deep inside you wants to give him one, or at least another opportunity to explain himself better. Why are you even considering this?

It’s now the morning and you wake up refreshed and ready to go back to school. Looking through your closet, you sift through and try to find your best outfit. Why, you don’t even know, because you weren’t going to meet with him. But there was still a chance of bumping into him, and you wanted to show him everything that he wants and can’t have. 

All through first period, you keep looking at the clock. Your knees bounce and you can’t seem to find the ability to concentrate. Are you really even contemplating giving him the time of day? It would mean skipping class! How would you explain that one to your parents? Yet when the bell rings, you find your feet carrying you to the band room instead of the math room where you are supposed to be. As you near the room, you can hear the familiar interlude that was played over a recording yesterday at the band’s rehearsal. This time, it’s being played on a piano. It sounds beautiful and flawlessly played, making you wonder if Brendon is alone?

“What am I getting myself into?” you mumble before walking into the band room. 

He is sitting with his back toward the door, at the grand piano. His hands are wandering around the keys as he sways back and forth gently. You almost can’t believe that he is the same person. He’s wearing that maroon shirt that looks so good on him and that same pair or skinny jeans that… wait. 

No. No. No. What are you thinking!? 

“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” he chuckles, not even turning from the piano. Does he have eyes in the back of his head or something?

“No. I just.. was.. listening to you play.” you recover from being caught off guard. 

“Like what you hear?” he peers over his shoulder. 

“I just didn’t know you could play like that?” 

“Except I wouldn’t know if real music hit me in the face.” he smirks. 

Those lips pull and you feel those butterflies in your stomach start to fly around. Cut it out. You take a few steps closer to the piano and he has a full blown smile, and he looks happy. 

“Don’t get too excited.” He pats the piano bench next to him. You cautiously take a seat and try to avoid any contact again. It would be too hard to pull away. 

For the next half hour, he becomes like an open book. He talks about his friends, his family, and his music. You didn’t plan on staying that long, but something about those kind words and that toothy grin keeps you drawn into the conversation. 

“It isn’t easy you know. Being like me?” you say just above a whisper. “Being the perfect studious person isn’t all that it seems like it is.” 

He smiles at you, starting to see that unexpected hidden side of you that secretly hates being the perfect little girl. There go the butterflies again. Just as you start to relax, his knee brushes against yours and you tense up again. This brings his smile back, he stills knows how to control you. 

He can tell you are starting to build up your wall again that he had just started to break down. So the conversation changes to music again. He talks about his favorite band and you talk about yours and surprisingly your tastes in music are very similar. Could he possibly be not that bad of a person? 

“How did you get into the cello?” he asks. 

“I don’t know. My mother thought I needed something to do as a kid, so she put me in cello lessons.” you shrug, trying to be as vague as possible. 

“But why not piano?” 

“I really don’t know. Too mainstream I guess.” you let out a sincere laugh. 

The bells rings and you know you have to leave. Part of you didn’t want to though, which is extremely alarming. But you couldn’t justify missing two periods. 

“I guess that is my cue to go.” you sigh. 

“Can I walk you to your next class?” 

You contemplate the pros and cons of this situation. Sure he’s been a really class A jerk to you for the past three years and everyone would look at your weird. But it sure is nice to not walk through the halls alone. He’s looking at you waiting for a response and is quite frankly worried about how much time you spend zoning out. 

“I guess that would…be alright. But no funny stunts Urie!” you wave a finger at him. 

“Me? Stunts! Why I never!” he places his hand over his heart. 

That mischievously crooked smile of his returns and you immediately regret your decision, but there was no going back now. He gestures out for you to walk out first, being the gentleman he has never been. You duck into the hallway and he follows. It feels weird to have someone walk next to you. People would clap him on the shoulder or give him a nod as we passed. Is this what it is like to not be invisible? 

“Do you know everyone in this school?” you ask.

“No.” his hand brushes against your thigh and you just bout double over. He notices the redness taking over your cheeks and he chuckles. “But being in a band does help.” 

You reach your classroom and awkwardly shift your weight waiting for what comes next. You weren’t sure if you just leave or were you supposed to hug him? If so that wasn’t going to happen. 

“I’ll see you seventh period.” he smiles, dropping a piece of paper into your notes. When you get to your seat, you find scribbled lyrics. Something about a girl.

Let’s just say you couldn’t believe that just happened.

Seventh hour rolls around and Brendon is nowhere to be found. Honestly you are a bit relieved because you have conflicting feelings. Ones that you don’t want to address. So as usual, you shut yourself in the small room and zone out. As you write a small note in your sheet music, a voice startles you causing you to drop your pencil. 

“Geeze. Someone’s on the edge?” he teases. This time it doesn’t irritate you as much, which doesn’t make you feel any better. 

“No. You came in here and screamed my name.” 


He sits down next to you and places his fingers on the ivory keys of the stand up piano. You glance over at him with a perplexed expression and wait for a response. 

“What do you think you are doing?”

“I have something to show you.” 

He starts to play a song, a soft melody. He begins to hum along but you can’t make out quite what he is saying. So you just listen. 

“What do you think?” 

“It’s cool. Did you write that?” 

He just shrugs, turning to look at you. The space between the two of you is very limited, and you feel like this isn’t going to end well. You stare up at him with beady eyes, and his hand abruptly falls against your thigh. You aren’t sure how to react, if you should be scared or pleased, annoyed, or all of the above. He leans in closely, his lips just ghosting over yours. It’s so close, so hot, everything that you could have imagined it being. In all honesty it scares you that it got to this point so fast, but you weren’t about to object either. What you don’t expect is him pulling back with that same mischievous smile, leaving you conflicted and turned on. 

“What?” you say just barely above a whisper. 

“I should get to class.” he gets up, allowing a sudden rush of cool air to hit you. 

“What.” is all you can manage. 

With that he gets up and shuts the door. You gape at him through the window and flip him off. This causes him to chuckle and shake his head at you. Curse that boy and his stupid charm. Now that you are a puddle of feelings, there isn’t any use in trying to get anything productive done. 

The next time you see him is at another rehearsal two days later. Its a monday now, a pitiful start to a stressful week. Ryan had asked you if you wanted to play again to see how things are working out, and you used this as a sad excused to see Brendon. You are still mad at him for the band room incident, but you can’t help yourself. 

“Ryan?” you call out to the empty bar. 

Peering around the corner you hope to find them in one of the back rooms. Your heart jumps a little and you have to tell yourself to calm down when you find Brendon in the back, alone. 

“Oh, hey.” he smiles at you. 

Deciding to be sly and make him repay for his actions the other day, you give him the slightest bit of attention. Let the flirty attitude commence.

“Hello.” You say bending over to pick up your cello. He can’t help but look. 

“Can’t get enough can you?” he smirks. 

Two can play at this game Urie. 

You sit down, flipping your hair out of the way with a perky smile. You can’t help but noticed he bites down on his lip as you sit there plucking at the strings of your instrument. 

“Can I help you?” you pout at him a little. 

“I don’t know. Can you?” he sends a wink and your stomach is in knots. Hold it together. He isn’t going to win this one. 


“You look cute today. Thought I should let you know.” 

“Flattery corrupts both the receiver and the giver, Brendon. You of all people should know.” 

“Your cheeks would say otherwise.” You look up at him, realizing he is right. 

You try to will yourself down but that only flusters you even more. God, why does he have this affect on you? You adjust your sweater in a desperate attempt to cover up the evidence. 

“Buzz off.” you return back to your instrument. 

“What? Can handle a little banter? Heart beating a little faster isn’t it?” He walks up behind you, placing his hand right over your heart. A grin pulls as he realizes your heart is going faster than a bullet. 

Your hand slips from the bow causing this deep, awkward note to sound through the room. Your eyes grow wide and this fuels your anger. Standing up you face him, trying to square up and be somewhat intimidating. 

“Listen here. I didn’t come here to play games.” 

“Neither did I.” he takes a step closer. A wave of vulnerability and desire fight within you and you aren’t sure what comes next. 

His hand lands on the smallest portion of your back. You stiffen at the abrupt gesture, and raise your eyebrows as his fingers fumble with the waist of your pants. He stares at you with that all too familiar twinkle of joyful energy in his eyes. 

“I could get used to this you know.” He leans in close, whispering into your ear. 

“To what?” 

“This. Us.” His lip grazes your ear and for a moment you weren’t sure if you could remember how to speak. 

“There isn’t any us.” you breathe.

“Really, because your voice says otherwise.” You can hear the smirk in his words alone, you didn’t have to see to know. “You want me.” 

“Do not.” you stutter. 

“So if I did this, it wouldn’t mean anything?” He places his lips on the tender skin on the corner of your jaw. They are even softer than you had expected. 

Your hand falls against his chest to steady yourself. His lips work their way up to your lips, gently teasing the delicate skin. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want more, and your hand possessively taking a fist full of his shirt gives it all away. As if your breathing growing infinitely heavier wasn’t enough. 

It takes everything in you not to let a soft moan or hum pass your lips, but now was not the time or place for such a thing, you wanted to prove a point. But as his lips brush against your for the second time, you can’t quite stifle it fast enough.  He pauses for a moment, and thank god he does because Ryan walks in with Spencer. You turn away from Brendon sharply and pick up your cello. 

“Everything good in here?” Ryan chuckles almost surprised.

“Yeah.” you say shortly. 

Taking the quickest way out, you grab your cello and dash out of the room as fast as you can. Brendon never lets his gaze leave you. Making your way over to the chair that you sat in a few days ago, you sit and start to play to take your mind away. Just out of habit you start to play a Bach suite. It comes so naturally to you that you don’t even have to think about it. For a moment you can completely zone out and forget why you are even here in the first place. 

Unknown to you, Brendon stands in the doorframe completely enthralled with watching you play. It amazes him how dynamic your playing is, and you make it look so effortless.  

“Did you know she could play like this?” he says wide eyed to Ryan.

“Yeah, and if you didn’t spend every moment tormenting her at school you would too.” 

“You can practically hear her music pouring through the hallways during seventh and fourth period.” Spencer adds. 

Brendon marches on stage, startling you out of your daydream. 

“Oh sorry.” you mumble. 

“Don’t be.” 

You stay quiet, unable to look at Brendon. The feeling of his lips still burns on your neck. You long for them to be there again, but that isn’t the answer. His voice fills the empty room. It sounds so powerful and strong and it makes you go weak in the knees. 

“I’m a diva! Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin. I’m the new cancer, never looked better, and you can’t stand it!” you scoff at his cocky lyrics. 

Then it sets in. He is the new cancer. Your new cancer. And you can’t stand it. You didn’t want him to be, but it just sorta happened. 

“Let’s run Build God.” He says and that is your cue. 

You manage to look at him from behind loose strands of fallen hair as you hunch over your cello. He looks so comfortable and confident. The microphone it definitely his place. You secretly hate him for being so confident, wishing you could be too. 

That night you exchange numbers with him after rehearsal. 

Three days later as you are sitting on your couch, surrounded by a massive pile of notes, you get a text. You almost didn’t answer it because of all the studying you have to do, but something beyond your senses decided it was best to look. He texted you. 

meet me at the bar in 20

You blink at your phone almost in shock at the text. He blatantly asked you to meet him somewhere, in public. Your hands tremble a little as you debate as to what you should do. On one hand, you know that you have way too much homework to do and you should stay here and do it. But you really wanted to see him. You go with your heart. 

see you then.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can’t believe you looked like this all day at school. In a sad attempt to look better, you let your hair down from a messy bun. A little better. You throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, and a coat of lip gloss for good measure. Out the door you go. 

With your cello strapped to your shoulders, you walk down the leaf covered sidewalks. You try to stay conscious of your pace but your feet have a mind of their own. When you get to the bar, you realize you are five minutes early. But it’s okay because he is too. 

“Where is everyone else?” you ask, stepping into the dimly lit room. 

“Just me and you tonight.” he smiles, making you shake in your boots. 


“Don’t look so scared (y/n).” he says patting the stool next to him. 

Like a timid little child, you sit down next to him. He looks at you with a flight frown trying to decide what to do. 

“I know what you need.” he gets up and rummages around  behind the counter. When he pulls out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses you immediately interject. 

“Ah. Shh. He won’t mind.” he says pouring two glasses. 

You take the liquid gold in your hands and swirl it around. You aren’t much of a drinker, but the idea of it taking the edge off really sounds like just what you need. You are never going to be able to explain this one to your parents. 

“It isn’t going to kill you.” he sits back down next to you. 

His knee bumps into yours again and you muster up enough bravery to take a swig from the glass. You cringe a little as it burns, but then you realize it did just the trick. He looks down at the traces of lip gloss left on the rim of your cup, and then back up at you. A look that makes your stomach flip. 

“I know it’s not.” you say looking at your glass. 

“Not much of a drinker I take it?” 

“I can handle myself. I just never saw the point.” 

“But it makes you feel good.” 

He’s right. Your jitters for the most part are gone. You take another swig of your drink and turn to pick up your cello. 

“I wasn’t planning on pract…” you cut him off. 

“I know. I’ve just been working on something that I wanted to show you.” 

Now it’s your turn to put everything out there. Music has and always will be your way of expressing yourself, and this was a grand gesture. You have been working day in and day out to compose a full score for Build god, and truly it is a work of art. The notes are stealthy and low, much like your relationship with Brendon. He watches as you pluck at the strings, admires your form as you glide your bow so precisely. 

“It’s beautiful.” he says, his words tickling the back of your neck. “Show me how you play those soft notes again.” 

You bend over your instrument and take your fingers delicately to the strings. He carefully watches your fingers as they dance around joyfully. 

“You just have to be careful.” you smile at him. 

As you turn your head toward him, you feel his lips push into yours unexpectedly. There go those damn butterflies again. Why is it that every time he touches you, you feel like you are moving at the speed of light. He stinkin’ knows it too. 

“Bren..” you mumble against his lips. 

It isn’t very long before his arms are around you, pressing you against his chest. His hands roam around your body delicately, like he’s handling you like a cello. Finally his hands settle on the curve of your waist and it makes you feel weightless. This is the kind of kiss that makes heat radiate to your core, and your chest to fill with a certain desire that you have never experienced before. 

His hand swiftly glides down to your thigh, where he helps aid your leg around his hips. Gladly, you help as he supports your weight and carries you over to a barstool. It both surprises you and turns you on at how adept he is at this. Truth be told it’s intimidating. 

“Say it.” he pants. 

“Say what?” 

“That I was right.” he flashes that cheeky smirk that makes you forget everything else. 

“Fine. I’m into you. Okay?” you sigh. 

He moves over to your collar bones, planting soft, wet kisses along the outline. Your head dips back and your eyes flutter a little and he knows he has you right where he wants you. Praying for love. Your fingers shake with energy and nervousness as they land on his chest. The constant contact is almost too much to handle, but you don’t want it to stop. Unfortunately for you, he has other plans in mind. He fumbles with the hem of your shirt, creeping a fingertip up against the skin of your stomach. His hand slides farther up your shirt and you pray to god that you don’t mess this up.

Of course you freeze when this happens. You have a big secret that he isn’t aware of, and you weren’t quite sure how he would react. You swallow hard, dreading having to tell him that you haven’t ever gone farther than a kiss with anyone. Ever. Of course he retracts his hand when you tense up, and it almost makes you feel worse. With a ‘baby deer in the headlights’ look, you glance up at him. 

“What’s wrong?” he says soberly. 

“I’m sorry.” you whimper, trying to slide off of the barstool to retrieve your items. Fortunately for you his reaction time is faster than you are. 

His hand clasps around your waist and holds you from escaping, the other is holding your wrist. You want nothing more than to retract into yourself and become invisible, but you well know that you need to face your fears. 

“I…um… god.” you sigh. “I haven’t ever…been… with anyone. If you know what I mean.. and..” you trail off. 

He looks at you with a whole new expression, one that you can’t quite decipher. His eyes look softer, and his smile has faded. Perhaps its the innocence of it all, or maybe just the terrified expression that lurks on your face, but the next thing his does is completely unexpected. His arms wrap tightly around your frame, pressing you as close as possible. Is he really hugging you? After you told him you are indeed a virgin? 

“I don’t understand?” you mumble. 

“Do you trust me?” he looks at you. 

Do you trust him? You just met him. You have no reason to trust him. But something deep in your core really did trust him. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, but you nod a faint yes, unable to form the words you so wanted to say. 

His steady hands peel off your cardigan from your arms, revealing your lightly freckled shoulders. He spins you around and presses his lips to the top of your shoulder. It’s soft and breathy, everything you hoped for and more. One hand slides under your shirt again, firmly pressing against your stomach. The funny thing is, he doesn’t try anything. No slipping hands, no awkward grabs, just warm contact. It’s an odd sensation to have someone so close, especially when you are at your most vulnerable point. 

Its all very overwhelming and you feel yourself starting to distance from the situation. Pulling away again, you feel so bad for putting him through this. You take a few steps toward your cello, running your hands roughly through your hair, and blowing out an exasperated huff more irritated with yourself than anything. 

“Wow.” he smiles brightly looking at you in the dim yellow light. “You are so beautiful.” 

“Bullshit.” you throw your hands to your sides. You didn’t mean to say that out loud but now that it’s out in the open you can’t really take it back. Curse you and your word vomit.

“It’s not bullshit.” he takes a few closer to you cautiously. “I get that you have boundaries, and I am willing to respect every one of them. But standing here, right now, you are beautiful. And I don’t really want to stop kissing you.” 

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Ten days ago you would never have imagined him being this caring human that actually has a heart. Yet here you stand, faced with a big decision. 

“Then kiss me.” you say shaking a bit.

In two long strides he is there, taking you in again. His hands are wound up in your hair and his lips are tangled with yours. You didn’t realize that bitter taste of alcohol on his breath until now, and oddly enough it re-energizes you. It’s amazing how he can make you feel so many things all at the same time. How he does it is a mystery, and you didn’t want to solve it. 

Taking you by the hand, he leads you over to the stand up piano that sits on the raised stage. He lifts you up and climbs up, taking a seat on the rickety piano bench. 

“You showed me something. Now it’s my turn to show you something.” 

His hands dance around the keys again, this time to a tune that you don’t recognize. His focus is razor sharp as he plays. When he starts to sing, you think back to that piece of paper he handed you a few days ago, with the lyrics about a boy and a girl scribbled on it. That’s the song. This time it’s you who watches in adoration as he spills out his feelings through his music. Holy crap. You are completely and utterly in love with Brendon Urie. 

“Did you write that for me?” you ask, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I did indeed.” he smiles softly. “Hey.” 

“Crap I’m sorry. I swear I’m not usually emotional.” you laugh away the tear that is rolling down your cheek. He swipes it away with the pad of his thumb. 

“It’s kinda cute, actually.” he admits. 

“So where does this leave us?” you ask avoiding his eyes. 

“Well… I was thinking.. maybe we could start a relationship. With real dates, kisses, hand holding, all that shit.” he asks reaching for your hand. 

“I think I would really like that.” 

Why Her ( Down for you Reverse)

What would happen if Derek would have been the one involve into a relationship ? Not with a silicone girl, material and uneducate who has as only inspiration to catch and lock a rich man but a woman who is willing to give to Derek what a man heart truly need . Does Derek and Ahsha can stick to the ‘agreement’ they made about their feelings  ? 

There was nothing better than small and lighting sunshine, entering from the curtain. The all atmosphere in the master bedroom was just like the day before. Calm and peaceful. The bed in itself was big enough for her tiny little frame get lost on it. The sheet and covers huge, wrapping her body. In other terms completely idealistic to sleep. The better, the strong and impressive male scent who was coming from everywhere. She didn’t smell better perfume than his. She remembered, when they met, the smell coming out from him was the first thing who seduce her. Something move, under the covers, and it wasn’t her. It was him. His large palm caressed the flesh of her thighs , without miss her ass. He came right behind her and pushed her blonde wavy hair to the side. He kissed right behind her ears
“ Stay a little longer ” he whispered. His voice was the second thing who seduced her. He was so masculine , and alpha male, arrogant and hella confident. Of course everything about a player was sexy. She wasn’t the kind to fall for an basketball player, but after multiple dates , some time together and really get to know each other, she couldn’t resist to Derek Roman’s charm. Herself had been unsecured, especially because she was just a young bakery owner, passionate and humble, sensual and classy, independent and loyal, far from being these thirsty groupies who had been seen with the player in the press. If media wasn’t lying about something, it was definitely about how irresistible Derek was.
“ You’re always doing this ” She smiled , buried her face in the pillow. She was having a wedding cake to design and bake today. But right at the moment, all she wanted was to not leave this bed. She was still in her phase where she didn’t want to fall too hard for Derek. They started dating a few month before and were now together since 6 months. But the woman was in the debut to catch feeling , who was dangerous since they hadn’t truly establish the depth of their relationship. All these nights, sleeping over and like yesterday share some really passionate and intimate sex session, weren’t helping.
“ We’re going out ” continued the woman, but it was complicate with Derek’s kisses in her neck “ You’re offering me a last drink, or some dessert, and we end up making love all night and I sleep here “ After just 6 months, she didn’t want to get use to spend some time to the mansion , and have some night with Derek. But if she was listening to her heart, she would have move in already
” What can I say ?“ Smirked Derek , turning her to face his girlfriend ” I love your cookie for break first “ And he wasn’t talking about her baking. Even if her cooking skill were appreciate by the cupcake lovers. Derek sweetly kissed her , before focus somewhere else
” No Derek “ she protested, well aware of the player intention. It was precisely the reason why the morning were well better in her boyfriend company. But her face, her smile, and the desire in her facial expression were telling him the opposite ” I really have to go to work ….“ He wasn’t listening to her. Instead, Derek was making his way down on her. Already on her stomach
"Derek” she called out. It was her last temptation
“ Leah ” smiled Derek, facing her thong . It wouldn’t be here for too long anyway. He completely removed it , all along her longs white legs.
” Derek !“ repeated Leah , it wasn’t too late ” I have responsabilities you know ? I can’t stay on bed all day “ The player wasn’t giving any attention to her complain. She won’t complain anytime soon his tongue will flick against her labia. Even if it she didn’t stop saying his name for a good hour.

Derek pulled away his Ferarri and put his warning, just enough time to drop his girl to work , right in front of her store. Right there , was an immensely proof of genuine interest and sweet care. Derek didn’t know he would enjoy be a boyfriend that much
” Have a good day sweetie" he sang, happy from the morning he just had. He was filled of energy , ready to start a new day
“ You too babe ” Leah smiled , kissing him for the last time , already having the taste of the anticipation to see him again this night on his lips. She escaped from the car , not like she wanted it but she was having a wedding cake to create.
Derek drive himself to the arena, even if he knew he wouldn’t stay there that long. It was just in order to take the bus with the Devil logo. After went to the locker room , change his regular clothes for his devil sweet and pants. Go to the fan , make some photo and simply meet the audience who support them , cheer them up during game , celebrating their win and performance. Usually it was fun , but the press getting into it was what ruin the happiness . In their schedule, it was about to last just a morning but they damn now it wouldn’t be that. Just the bus arriving had been enough to launch the screams and wave of excitement. Like promised, the fan came and it was the beginning of good day. For a long moment, the devil and devil girl organized game , on Santa Monica , such as dance and basketball challenge . Until Terrence announced the girls performance
“ Please welcome the world famous, Los Angeles Devil Girl ” he yelled in the mic. The Beats sound really loud and clear. The audience already drive by the atmosphere and of course…the los angeles devil girl. Who wouldn’t be charmed by such sexy little uniform , great body , and beautiful athlete. The dancers got into formation and honestly , Derek was having eyes on only one of them . He couldn’t expect but she was having such an halo when she was dancing that it was almost impossible to not stuck on her. Her huge smile was showing the passion and pleasure she was taking from doing what she love , the way her body was moving on the music, how she mastered the step was giving the impression they were easy while the technique of the devil girls was actually kinda impressive. No one can compete with her and honestly Derek was giving her just two or three years to take the full power of the dance team. Her potential was just too high. Derek didn’t even notice the end of the dance. The clap and screamed pulled him out of his daydream. Crazy how he forgot about the all world around when he was seeing Ahsha. Time was to meet fan. The Devil made photo with a bunch of person and interact with all kind of supporter. From the man and teenagers , to even older basketball passionate and the youngest of course. A little boy , real cute approached to Derek
“ Derek Roman !” he screamed , running to the tall man . Derek smiled. The children were truly the best to meet. They were so inspiring. Their world were so easy and unbothered, children were filled of dreams and magic" What’s up buddy !“ Derek said , taking the little boy in his arm. Right there , the boy hugged his neck. He was meaning his hero today and his smile was worth millions. They talked for at least 5 minute now , nothing important but yet it was precious
” Does… Does the devil girls are your wives “ The boy asked which made Derek laughed. Innocence to the purest. In his mind it was logicaL . He wouldn’t be against marry a devil girl . But Leah wasn’t
” No “ he politely said ” They are dancers , and we’re players. We all work in the arena “
” So you don’t kiss the devil girls “ The devil had no idea what the little boy thought their work were about but obviously it was a lot of makeout between devil and devil girl .
” If it happen , you’ll be the first one to know buddy “ confessed the grown man . No even ashamed. A bunch of people appeared behind them , surround the one and only
” Look “ the boy said ” It’s Devil girl Ahsha “ Apparently , the boy wasn’t only fan of Derek Roman and he was having a good taste. Derek walked to Ahsha and automatically , when they saw each other for the first time , or at least crossing for the first time , their face lengthen. Ahsha was still new to this , signing autograph and pose for photo with fan , but she was so successful that she will have to get use to it pretty quick. She made one last photo before walked to Derek and the boy , still in his arms
” I knew you was having a secret baby mama “ Ahsha teased and the man rolled his eyes ” Hey little man “
” Hey Hey Devil girl Ahsha “
He was just the cutest boy. She proposed to give her five and the boy was just in paradise. The mother not so far asked for a picture , with the all three and of course they agreed. With the little boy in Derek’s arm, another arm around Ahsha’s waist they just didn’t know how much they were looking a little happy family. When the mother capture it , she noticed her
” You guys would make such a beautiful couple , and cute parents “ the stranger woman commented. Right before take back her son and disappears. Leaving the two ‘friend’ thinking about it. Because when they looked at each other , they were clearly thinking about couple and children

Little later that day , during their lunch break , Derek was kinda exhausted. Event day are fun and amusing but the loud sound, the excitment were quickly draining everyone energy. To eat , he wanted some calm. He was just surprised someone wanted the exact same things
” Some dance ?“ he teased her , making reference to the incredible routine they executed . It can seem silly but boys were as awe that the all audience were in front of their devil girl. Ahsha smiled , happy to have the devil for herself. Since the movie they saw yesterday and the yogurt they had. They were having a lot of time together , especially outside the arena so when they weren’t together , obviously they were missing each other. Ahsha more than him . Since she was coming home to no one. Ahsha sit next to him ,already diving in her sandwisch. She was hungry as hell
” I thought dancers weren’t eating"
“ Shut up Roman ” Ahsha mocked at him. Together , sometime they were as silly than two teenager. But for the simple reason that they found something really rare in the arena. A genuine friendship. Where he wasn’t only interest about have her in his bed , and where she wasn’t worry about how much money he was having.
“ That little boy was real cute ” Ahsha added between two bite. As awkward the mother reflection had been , it was kinda cute to see Derek taking time for his younger fan. She didn’t know the man was sensitive to children .
“ I want a baby boy just like him ” Derek answered , drinking his soda and it made Ahsha laughed . He didn’t know why it amused her but it was about to come. What the player knew it will definitely going to be a tease
“ You want a wife and children fan of you , what I’m not surprise”
“ Hey ” he started playfully hitting her shoulder “ There is definitely nothing wrong to receive some care and affection coming home ”
“ I agree” It came out from Ahsha’s mouth before she even can control it. Perhaps it was because they fell in those moments. These moment when they look and soul crossed and devil and devil girl were gazing at each other. When it was happening it was a bit disturbing because both couldn’t look away , didn’t want to and even less explain it . It was just the proof of their intense chemistry. Something that they never deny but for some reason, Ahsha and Derek decided to keep it profesional. To not explore what they can possible have in order to stay in good terms and don’t mess with their friendship. The real reason was that Ahsha was scared of his bachelor type, his attractiveness and how he love to charm. For Derek , he didn’t want to fall to hard for a woman , to lost his mind over the love he can have for a woman. But they took this decision months ago , and a lot changed ever since. Derek was with someone. Ahsha was starting to feel lonely and empty without the love she needed it from her dear friend. She was the first one surprised to see how she wanted it when Derek was talking abut long term relationship and family

When Ahsha decided to become a devil girl , the less we can say was that Sloane was excited. She wasn’t. She didn’t want this career for her daughter. But after the brutal break up with her long term boyfriend, Ahsha was a completely mess. It wasn’t easy to turn the back to a relationship who in appearance is fine and genuine while truly toxic and oppressive. Ahsha finally got rid of German, she wanted a new start and some major excitement, try out for the devil girls. Now she made the team and her life never been better. She was leaving her dreaming, dancing on the same floor that her mother first fool. Ahsha was still leaving with her mother, but with Kyle , they decided they will take an apartment after a year.
“ Ahsha ?” called out Sloane, from the other side of her door . The day had been busy , dance was kinda exhausting and the new devil girl was resting in her bed “ Baby can you stop by the Moroccan place we love ?”
She truly didn’t want to go. She was already in her 'home clothes’ , showered , ready to stay home until tomorrow. But she couldn’t really say no to her mother. Ahsha switched her short for some leggings. Put a big shirt and a bandana to try to make her hair to look like something. She wasn’t looking like how she usually do and she truly wished meet nobody she know. Expect that her wish won’t be heard. Ahsha went to the little restaurant. The place was really cozy and romantic , with a gorgeous decoration. Really not usual in the middle of LA but the oriental food was completely delicious. The devil girl entered and with no surprised the place was crowd , even for take away. Right the way , she saw the two person a little bit higher in the line. Derek, from the back , with a woman. Like a reflex, Ahsha took her phone and pretended to be busy. While she was. She probably thought becoming invisible , but she was really not. She was just a crazy , spying on a couple
“ I actually never ate moroccan before” the woman said , and she took Derek’s arms. It was just a little and simple gesture and yet it piss of Ahsha. She couldn’t explain why or when this feeling was coming from but she truly wanted to remove her arm. That she touched him upset her. The gesture wasn’t legitimate to her . And it was just the beginning. Derek passed his arm around her waist . Ahsha internally swore. Why was he touching her ? Like , right at the moment. And his arm was now on her hips, close to her butt…and what a butt. Bump and generouse. He didn’t chose the most ugly , that is for sure
“ I never been in Morroco though so…” she added. Ahsha couldn’t see her face but to her voice , she could heard how happy and excited the woman was. Why shouldn’t be. She was getting dinner out, with her boyfriend , around a nice meal on a table while Ahsha was taking over for her mother and her.
“ Really ” teased Derek , and the little spy noticed how the man strengthen his grip around her. Really ?! Weren’t close enough ? They were in the middle of a social scene, in a restaurant , how close wanted her to be , on his d*ck. From being upset , now Ahsha was annoyed. A strange felling invaded the dancer. She never had this feeling toward Derek before but right now , Ahsha wanted to punch him, physically hurt the player for he get away from this girl and have some manners. For Ahsha , Derek’s behavior was inappropriate while in the truth , it wasn’t. They were just a couple , waiting for their table
“ Maybe I should just take you there this summer ” Derek said , looking at her and there Ahsha saw half of his expression. He was smiling, seems to be happy and unbothered .
“ You want us to go on vacation ?” replied Leah , too much excited for just think about going on a trip “ Yes , after the season end. We’ll get a lot more time to spend together during the off season ”
“ Aaanw babe” The girlfriend almost jumped to his neck , hugging him. Their bodies moved just a little, from the hug and there , his head above her shoulder, Derek saw the rest of his environment and the people behind him , mostly Ahsha. Their look crossed for a short moment and to be honest , the man completely forgot he was holding his girlfriend in the arms. He didn’t expect find Ahsha here, for her , alone. Leah and Derek parted , the player face disappeared behind the back of his lady head and her blonde hair. The both of them turned around , gave up their position in the line to join Ahsha . The situation was promising to be AWKWARD! The dancer wanted to disappears , for real but it was just impossible. It was happening, the last thing she wanted was to have an moment with Derek and his girl but they were now close to her
“ Hey Ahsha !” Derek saluted , like everything was normal. And for him , it was. He again surround his girlfriend’s waist , pushing her closer to him in order to introduce her. Ahsha’s urge to punch something was growing in her.
“ Ahsha this is Leah , my girl ” His last word sound all over again in Ahsha’s mind. Was he really oblige to precise this. It was kinda obvious. There was something weird though , he first said Ahsha and then Leah , like he was introduce the first one to the last one and not the opposite. Ahsha could be tripping but she was the one who just interrupted their date night , not the opposite. Was it testifying of a preference in Derek’s heart ? Leah , a beautiful blonde girl , with green eyes and a huge smile gave her hand to check.. Since Ahsha was polite , she done the gesture and it prove that The Girlfriend Leah was really existing, that she wasn’t in a bad dream . Unfortunately. The trio hadn’t the chance to exchange more words since a waiter finally came to them
“ We’re so sorry for the wait , but the restaurant is completely filled so there is huge delay. I can install you to a table but it will have some more wait from the kitchen ” the stranger man informed “ A table for 3 ?”
“ Oh no!” exclaimed Ahsha “ We’re not together . I’m here for take away and they are here for a dinner” The speed and tone with how Ahsha’s answered put Derek uncomfortable. She spoke like it was the most worst thing ever to actually dinner with her and Leah. He actually had the idea once, to introduce them properly. Ahsha was a huge part of his life now, more than co worker , they were close friend and Derek kinda hope Ahsha will give him some feed back about Leah.
“ Alright , still working. I will install the couple and take your order Madame” the waiter said
“ Well if there is some wait, maybe she can sit with us , until her order is ready ” proposed Leah
Ahsha’s blood make just one turn. She already heard about Leah , she knew from Derek that he was seeing someone but not in a millions year Ahsha would thought that Leah was…like this. She wasn’t the groupie Ahsha thought she was. Or at least , she wasn’t looking like it. Right now she seems welcoming , no threaten by Ahsha’s presence. Which Ahsha would have prefer . Leah wasn’t even looking to the waiter, or Ahsha , she was having only eyes on Derek. And it wasn’t the only thing Ahsha notice. At the moment , her mind was a scanner , a radar , haunting every kind of 'romantic’ and ’ couple’ gesture between Derek and Leah. Anytime Derek was moving, Leah was adjusting to his position. Like magnet. Even if Derek was a bite more distant with her , than her was to him. In fact , all kind of gesture he could have toward his girlfriend disappears once they were the three of the and he introduce Leah to Ahsha. No more waist surrounding, no more trip plans , no more even seduction. It was a little confusion. Ahsha wanted to take as much distance from the couple as possible but it was difficult with this strange energy bringing Derek closer to her. Like when he couldn’t stop looking at her , or when he was paying no attention to what his girlfriend was saying but wondering to who Ahsha just replied on her phone. The nightmare finished when the waiter came with Ahsha’s order and the couple plate. She stand up, ready to leave. The devil girl looked for her wallet in her purse but Derek said
“No , leave it. It’s for me . Sir, would you add her bills to mine ”
He knew that if he was leaving the choice to Ahsha , she will probably refuse the gesture. This is why he gave an order to the waiter , leaving no possibilities for Ahsha to refuse. All she needed to do now is leave for dinner. The perspective of her leaving, kinda sadden Derek. He really wished she could stay a little bit more. One who was happy for the continuation of her date. Now , after more minute, it was obvious that Derek was different , an all different toward her and to Ahsha. She just wanted to go be back on the ’ intimate’ mood again. With those moment where Derek was making her feel like be the only one on earth. Ahsha passed right next to him but the player stopped her , catching her arms. He definitely didn’t want to let leave her on that note, not without giving her one more thing. He stand up and sweetly, gently kissed her cheek. His lips closed at this specific spot of Ahsha. And to everyone surprise , it wasn’t as quick it should be . Derek noticed it. Ahsha noticed. Leah noticed… But the devil and the devil girl weren’t really care . Because the sweetness coming out of this kiss completely invade her. Derek finally parted and sit back to his table
“ Thank you Derek ” Ahsha smiled , leaving Now that she was gone , Leah could release all of her fierce. What just happened , really bother her. She always knew who was Ahsha , a devil girl and she imagine all kind of stuff. In fact, Leah hope Ahsha was the ugly friend, to who you will never consider to start someone with. While Derek never mention that the devil girl was a seductive and sensual bomb. She was hesitating in front of her plate. Her appetite highly reduce.
“ Why did you pay for her ?” she asked , playing with her fork , instead of eat
“ To be nice ” Derek answered , unbothered . Him was glad for the food in front of him. Maybe his mind wasn’t connect with the atmosphere and the sudden tension who emerged from his girlfriend. Leah wasn’t the kind of go crazy and lose it but she brake a lot of her instinct. Like her jealousy. However certain situation were making them float on the surface
“ And you kiss her cheek to be nice too ?” she replied. Leah tried her best to not be offensive, and control the tone of he voice. She didn’t want to appears like jealousy little thing but the truth was , she was jealous.
“ It’s nothing really” the player added, still not alarmed of Leah’s mood “ Ahsha is my friend”
“ Well I will prefer you to no kiss her cheek. I don’t like this"It came out just like that. Usually she kept those thought to herself, she knew his temper but this night ,she hadn’t be capable of not say it. She didn’t want her man to kiss anyone else. In fact Leah never express it but ,she wanted to be treat like a princess , a full devotion and a pedestal from her man . Derek in the other hand wasn’t thinking alike. He wasn’t against receive some reproach, but was more how she said it. How she wanted to dictate how he was suppose to act. He wasn’t one of these men, letting a woman mess with their hand , and be to her feet. For Derek, there is a difference between be in a relationship and be manipulate . He stopped to eat and turned himself to his girlfriend
” Leah , everything is doing well between us “ he started, damn sure of himself and strict ” but you can’t tell me what to do with my friend. You’re tripping because I paid her dinner and a poor kiss. I can pay for your meal , kiss your cheek too and get the hell out of here"
He wasn’t here for drama , or argue. If he decided to have a girlfriend, it wasn’t to add more stress and mess in his life. Until here, Leah had been cool and great , but if she wanted to play the crazy kind , it wouldn’t be with Derek. And now that he treated her to dump their date , she completely panicked. It wasn’t worth it
“ Ok babe I’m sorry ” she rushed to say , wrapping her arm around his neck but he didn’t move and welcome her
“ I don’t want us to argue ”
“ Alright” The lesson was learned

The long and large corridor of the arena could be compare to a labyrinth. It asked a little bit of knowledge to get where you wanted without get lost. Ahsha was honored to be between those walls though. It was a chance to be a part of the Devil girl. She took another corner, in direction of the dance rehearsal. She was right close to the boys locker room when she heard two voices she knew. It was Derek and Terrence, talking
“Where the hell was you bro ?” Terrence’s voice said. If it would have been just that , Ahsha passed next to locker room and was reading to walk away but Derek answer glue her to place
“ With my girl sorry "Just the sentence , had been enough for Ahsha to tripping. Automatically , she picture some long caresses and kisses, under the covers during the morning, which could explain his late. If they would have been together, Ahsha knew it would probably what they will do. She has a bitter taste in the mouth. Because the image of Leah blond hair, on his chest, and her hand on his pectoral. Ahsha stayed behind the door, listening more of their conversation
” Oh so thing are going well with you and Leah then ? “ Terrence replied
” Well she is around “ Derek spoke. But there was having no significant excitement in the voice ” and I want her to be. She is cool, nice, sweet. It’s kinda new for me you know. To have something genuine. A woman who isn’t after fame or money. She has her own thing"
Most women Derek knew were far from what Leah was. Groupies around player isn’t rare and even if Derek took all the fun and sexual pleasure he could get from this situation. But Leah wasn’t one of this women , and she truly wanted more than sex. Which was a discovery for Ahsha. A part of her , after she meet Leah , hope Derek was just exploring the girlfriend fantasy. Apparently she was wrong
“ Wow… are you settle down ” declared Terrence
Ahsha truly felt like an idiot, staying behind a door, spying like a desperate. Since when did she became that pitiful.
“ I think so.” Derek added, breaking Ahsha’s heart a little bit more “ Leah and I are fine you know. No fuss no muss. I take it one day at the time”
“ You’re not crazy about her then ?"insisted Terrence. He wasn’t speaking like he was crazy in love , and excited about the honeymoon phase. Derek never truly been the kind of just speared his feelings and emotions on the table , it needed to dig , most of the time but he wasn’t realizing how sometime he was expressive, without want it. Behind his arrogance and cockiness , Derek was immensely proud of his talent and career. Behind simplicity and chill , Derek was a big romantic and have a lot to give. But even him wasn’t protected from the natural process of life
” Why are you saying that ?“ Derek asked , a little bit on the defensive. Was he suppose to be crazy about his girlfriend. Like talk about her all the time , spend of his time with her , can’t resist to talk to her all the time. Was his couple suppose to have a bigger place in his life.
” I don’t know the way you discribe it seems convenient. You don’t seems crazy in love “
replied. Derek could get bored really easy. He needed adrenaline and excitement, a strong character. A sweet spicy woman. If thing were too calm , he will detour his interest
” Leah and I are serious" Derek confessed “ She can be a road that I want to take. We can’t run after booties and asses for the rest of our live dude , one day I want to get married and have a wife to go home to. Leah could be that woman. We’ll see” From being hurted, Ahsha’s heart was completely broken now. And it wasn’t a manner of speak. Derek confusing literally harm her chest and the dancer needed to hold on to something before have the courage to run away. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. She felt betrayed and her all world crushed down. What her friendship with Derek ever meant to him ? Because he never told her or express the want to get marry . Not even once he mention into a conversation. And now that he was with Leah he wanted a marital life ?! 6 months ago he wasn’t even thinking about marriage. Have Leah as his wife

Ahsha ran away from the scene , literally speaking. She wished never had assisted to this conversation. But the word Derek had were now in her head. The pain they bring too. Her view started to get fuzzy and she was the first one surprised of the tears falling down her eyes. The dancer didn’t know what it was happening to her lately. And precisely , what was happening to her right now.Why the perspective of Derek , being engaged to someone was hurting her that much. A bunch of different emotions emerged but one was stronger than the other ones. Love. It completely invade her and suddenly her broken heart sound to be for just one person. True be told, she always had been satisfied by the kind of relation she was having with Derek. He was the one she was going to anytime she was having a problem or need some support. She cherished those night, she spent at the mansion, hearing Derek have a speech that he wasn’t having often or at least not in front of the camera , his anxiety performance and the weight of being a basketball player. The pressure on his shoulder Terrence was constanly putting to finally get the title. In someway , Ahsha was feeling like being the closest to him and reached a level of intimacy. Never she thought how ambivalance this proximity and intimacy was. Never before see Derek with some else. A potential serious girl friend. No without some trouble, Ahsha reached the devil girl locker room. She felt pathetic and miserable, to cry for Derek, while him was probably happy and excited to go back to his Leah. She could cry all she wanted was to go back home. Kyle , entered in the room , with her unstoppable joy and good mood. She walked to the mirror, catching her look , even if she was ready to dance her ass off , the southern bell wanted to look sexy. We never know, it wasn’t rare some investor were assisting to the devil girl rehearsal
“ Carebear ? You ready ?” she said, but the friend was too busy looking at her refection o pay attention to her friend distress. Ahsha was sit on the bench , right in front of her locker , almost inconsolable “ you know how she is when we get late "The last thing Ahsha wanted was to go shake her ass and do some flip. She deeply didn’t want to dance. Even less face Jelena. She wasn’t having the energy to fight with the devious dance captain right now. In fact she wasn’t having energy to anything else than drive home and lay down on her bed , for a long period of no activity.
” I’m not coming to rehearsal today" she whispered, taking the decision to leave. The small and not so sure voice Ahsha used, transformed by the sadness finally alerted Kyle. She leaned to Ahsha’s face and she notice the light redness around her eyes
“ OMG you’re crying” exclaimed the blond girl. Kyle rushed to sit next to Ahsha , on the beck and rubbed her back , trying to comfort her
“ what is wrong ?”
“ I heard Derek and Terrence talked about his girlfriend on the way here. He said…he is serious with that girl. And want to get married” Ahsha confessed, but repeat what she heard didn’t help her , it was the all opposite. It hurt her even more. The pain was like poison in her veins and was burning her blood. The last time Ahsha reached this level of sadness it was when her grand mother died, and she made a panicked attacked at the funeral. She got scared , wondering if she will do the same , it would be the most humiliating thing who can happen to her right now. Have a panick attack because of Derek and his girlfriend. Her last emotion turned into something different , less stronger but not less calm. Ahsha felt humiliated and disgusted
“ Since when DEREK ROMAN want to settle down and become a husband huh ?!” she yelled “ Because he spent 6 months with that girl ”
Honestly , Ahsha felt betrayed and fooled. If she hadn’t been conscious of her true feeling for the player , there was having some aspect who weren’t completely her fault . Why be so close to her if he hadn’t been fully honest with her. Because the kind of Derek Roman was was dating Leah, Ahsha wasn’t recognize him . It was like he was a completely other man that Ahsha never meet. Neither the truth was with her , or it was with Leah. Derek was owing his title of player , for sure.
“ Well I don’t want to be harsh but…what did you expect Ahs’” Kyle replied “ He’s not gonna wait for your ass for the rest of his life ”
“ What the hell does this mean ?!” Sometime , like when Ahsha made the team , the young dancer could be in her little bubble where she was naive , where the friend zone wasn’t really well determined. Some stuff didn’t need to be say , and yet , Ahsha never notice Derek’s behavior , and mostly the signification of it . It wasn’t random that Derek started to stop sleeping with bitches and hoes after he met Ahsha. It wasn’t again a coincidence if he gave her a so important place in his life and bring genuine interest into her. Derek had been her protector and the best shoulder to cry on since the very first time
“ It’s obvious that you two have a thing” Kyle said, and she felt she was teaching a so easy lesson to a child “ A strong thing. Haven’t you see how he is looking at you ? How he is always cheer you up ? Make you feel comfortable, safe , and in joy. You’re crazy about him but you never really go for it ”
To hear that , it’ feel like receive a stroke. A huge one in the stomach. It hadn’t been easy for Ahsha to realize that she was feeling for her fried who never been a friend. To realize that their flirting ways were hiding well more than that. But Ahsha wasn’t willing to accept the blame only on her
“ Kyle! You’re blaming me!” Ahsha cried out, her tears intensified
“ It’s kinda your fault Ahsha”
“ Stop ! If you think it’s easy to watch the person you love with somebody else , you’re wrong! Because it’s not. What about his fault huh ?! Isn’t he suppose to be a man , if there is truly something between him and I why didn’t he never stand up for it! Can you answer to this ? Why didn’t he tell me what more he was willing to give me !"The devil girl reach the summon or what she could handle in one day. First of all , she was in love with Derek. Secondly , Derek was with someone else. Third , he was considering about going farther with this someone else. Fourth , if he was ready to do so , that was meaning he wasn’t thinking that what they have or might have together was worth to fight and stand up. Yesterday everything was all cool , and today Ahsha was like she will never live the deep and unconditional love because of Derek and Leah. It was enough to handle for anyone heart. She completely explode in tears and cries, almost suffocating with her hands in front of her face.
” Alright… Alright I got you" whispered Kyle, trying to calm her . She hugged her best friend, tight.“ Your nerve are completely cracking right now”
“ I just need some time , to collect mysel"Ahsha parted, took her bag who will be useless for today and walked out of the devil girl locker room

When Ahsha was back home, Sloane was at the bank which was just perfect. She didn’t want to have to explain why she was in this statement , or crying for a boy. Sloane witness how a mess she was after broke up with German, the daughter didn’t want this situation to happen again. Ahsha went to the only place she will feel better , her bedroom and just let her body fell on it. She tried to stop crying and it work for a moment , she truly calm down even if slowly , the water drop were stilling coming out of her eyes. Ahsha reached her laptop , in order to fine a distraction . Quickly , Ahsha found in a dark spiral and went straight on Derek Roman instagram. She had no idea what she was searching in it , in fact she does. And it was a bite twisted. She didn’t want to think about Derek anymore , in a romantic way , so maybe if she was seeing post of him and his new girl , it will hurt her so much that she won’t even want to have a hope toward a future with the player. It was creepy and a little bit sadomadochism but drastic measure was necessary in her case. She opened Derek Roman page and was…disappointed. The first post she saw was him answering to journalist , the second post was him again, from a photoshoot , the third post was a quote , the forth post was an old photo of him. Ahsha scrolled down ,and all she saw was Derek. Derek roman on court . Derek quote . Derek having a Q&A with his fan. She even saw herself , in a post from their last devil event whlie they pose with fan. Right after a photo of her , dancing with the team but Derek put in caption ’ Devil Girl’ with a heart emoji. It warm Ahsha’s heart. But it was just a small moment of comfort. Derek post a photo of a cupcake and put in caption ’ @leah ’ . Her joy quickly descend . And the more she was getting curious and the more it reached her intention, she was hurted and internally bleeding. Even if it wasn’t the case in appearance , Leah was everywhere on his instagram.  Ahsha’s notification attacked her. In a rage mixed of jealousy , annoying and upset , Ahsha fiercely clap her laptop.

Night game. At home. The devil season was pretty good but right now, they were meeting a team who was having the same potential than the Los Angeles team. After the triumphant win last years, trade , changed had been made all over the NBA and some were paying really good. Like right now. After good 40 minutes of game, the score wasn’t in favor for the red and black team. It wasn’t even tight. They were being crushed , at home. In another word an humiliation. And it was something that the Roman Emperor couldn’t take it When the off voice announced the mid time, the audience outcry him and his team. His ego was touch , his skill were touched. His pride was touched. While the guest dance team performed Derek reached the corridor. He was furious and it rage. Ahsha, on her way to the court. Usually he was noticed her walk, her heels knocking against the floor, he would have look at her long mocha leg in her skirt. But instead he hit into a board
” FUCK !“ he yelled
” Derek….“ the woman exclaimed , really shocked by his aggressively. It’s only there he noticed her wasn’t alone but his anger was well stronger than him. Ahsha never saw him like that ” What is going on “What could possibly put him in this statement. She missed the first half of the game so she has no idea of what was happening.
” They are crushing us , man ! “ Derek spited , looking for something to hit and punch into but the only things he was having under his eyes was Ahsha. And it was having no way he touched her. The player was really focus on his nerves cracking, of the fan reaction not supporting them and this inside scratch on his ego . He wasn’t liking to lose at all ” And zero play it solo. I swear Imma have his blondy face all over the walls"
He was threating people now. Derek was just furax. His all body could just showed how upset he was. His step weren’t having so much purpose , the veins in his neck were big , his breath really loud and his hands in a stroke. The devil girl , even if she wasn’t in uniform right now , didn’t truly know how to react. Usually, even in the worse situation , never loose his cool and tempter. Right now , he was about to launch a deluge.
“ Derek calm down ” Ahsha spoke , with a voice she wanted reassuring and soothing. Her hands were raise in front of her , like she wanted to tame a fierce beast and it was actually the case “ There is still the other half of the game to catch up”
“ Catch up WHAT ?!” yelled Derek , more furious by the second. Obviously , Ahsha was having no effect on him. Since the intensity he was angry didn’t dicrease for a bite . He was in his own world “ The game ain’t never been badder! He’s Fucking with my title! I need fucking teammate! FUCK THIS ISN’T ME! THIS ISN’T MY GAME . I NEED FUCKING TEAMMA……..”
He never finished his sentenced. And won’t ever finish it. A second before , Ahsha felt so powerless , she needed to do something to make him stop swearing and threating people, having unnecessary speech while he needed to focus on his strength , and the rest of the game. The only way she found to stop his talk was to…crush her lips on his. Ahsha just jumped to him and grabbed his jaw with her two hands. Without thinking about it , she kissed him. Her eyes were now closed , as a reflex , when the silence came, installing just the sweetness between their lips touching. She didn’t do anything else, simply and gently pressed her lips against him. Nothing else. She wanted it to be like a kiss on the cheek genuine , without any intention , but she didn’t suspect the taste of it. His lips was warmth , smooth bringing a incredible sensation in her entire body. But her brain knew the truth and sent her the order to part. She done it , she broke the kiss and made couple step behind
When she re opened her eyes, at the same moment, Derek was and the void attacked him. He was in the complete confusion. Does Ahsha just kissed him ? On the mouth , because the feeling was still on him. A delightful feeling. Suddenly , the grown man was empty of bad feeling. The game , Zero , the lose. All this was far from him. Now , he was only having eyes on Ahsha. She dive in his look and was pierce by his. After…it just happened. Derek rushed into Ahsha with the same fierce than she done a minute ago. But this time his strong and masculine hands , grabbing her small and feminine jaw. When their lips touched , it was a bite different though. He kissed her , with more passion and a depth. His tongue forced the entrance of her mouth and it caressed her sweetness. Derek arrived on her so fast that she completely backed against the wall right behind her. As they share a languourous kiss, the man could feel the muscles of her jaw moved under his hand. He was holding her entire face.
The kiss last an eternity , as they lips danced on each other , their tongue fighting for dominance , their saliva melting with each other. Behind their eyes closed, the devil an devil girl were finally facing their feeling and the emotion they were having for one another. They tried to fight it , and him actually fell on someone really nice , but it wasn’t like what he was having with Ahsha. Matter of fact , nothing was counting , expect them. Ahsha’s pulse increased , fast, signaling a little distress. Derek broke the kiss, leaving Ahsha take a breath but he just couldn’t get enough of her. He needed to catch up. All these kisses he gave to someone else , all these caresses he never done to her , all this tenderness and passionate he was having for her… Now was the moment to catch up
He left her jaw and his hands touched her thighs , under her skirt , lightly lifting it. The woman loudly breath, as the pleasure intensified. Derek focus on her neck , dropping gently kisses , teasing her skin . It completely boiled inside of her entire body. She felt rushed , like she needed it. And true be told , she truly needed this moment since the time she met him. Since that time he supported her , cared for her , comforted her. Since the moment he told her that she had been the most beautiful thing who happened to him . How couldn’t they even think foolish reason they had could even be important
His hands were now all over her body , traveling under her top , caressing her ribs. And Ahsha dive again in his mouth. It was just tantalizing and his lips on her was giving to Ahsha the best sensation she never felt. They completely forgot where they were, what was happening around them. It felt like the world just got reduce to the other , and his body. She bite his tongue , into their melt mouth , telling him she wanted a lot more. When you got turn on with just a kiss , you know something real was happening. The heat mount into Ahsha’s womanhood and the skin of her inner tight became burning. She was soak. Derek succeed to have her arouse with just couple caresses and kisses , against a wall. He kept raising her skirt , and it was now on her stomach.
For a short moment , Ahsha felt a breeze between her legs, especially that Derek put her panties to the side. But It didn’t last Since the man took off his own member from his boxer and short , to insert it right in her slit. The very hard and big thickness moved apart her labia , to stretch her out , from what Ahsha made a huge noise
“ Aaaarg!” she yelled
She didn’t expect it to go that far . And yet , she wanted to feel him farther. Deek himself didn’t expect her to be that tight. And yet , the walls of her inside completely wrapped the end of his penis. He continued to penatrated her , and an explosion of delightful sensation came from both of their genital part to their entire body. Derek fiercely trusted in until he had nothing more to put in. His hips were now against her and Ahsha could feel his balls. He didn’t take the time for a gently and sweet trust game , he hadn’t the time or the passion. He made the back and forth , with the most ferocity and merciless. Not that Ahsha was complaining
She was definitely not . She was shaking already , as he dig in her. Did she ever reached a higher level of ecstasy ? She was really not sure. Her body was testifying. Down on her was quivering like never. His d*ck was like …home. Master of the location. It was warm , thick , hard , lengthy and giving the best sensation. The small film of water ease the gliding. Derek multiplied the pleasure. From kissing her , he sucked and licked her neck , jaw , biting her earlobe. Him was only focus on the noise she was making. Like her loud breath , her moan , her little scream. The sound of their bodies , shocking, the sound of her p*ssy , receiving the stroke. Ahsha could have focus on his groan but instead she heard the off voice , from the court
’ And we’re back with the devils….’
Because yeah , it was still the mid time and more precisely the end of it. While they were really enjoying themselves, hundred and thousand people were still really close, waiting to see the other half of the game. Expect the machine was already launched . And from having her slit empty from that so good d*ck and having it , the choice was really made. Ahsha didn’t want to give up. Instead, she caressed his back , and ass , pushing him closer in her. Her head rolled back , hitting the wall just like him was hitting in her. The deeper he was, the better it was. If the supporters were screaming, her own scream would have affray a lot of people. It was strident , coming from the deepiest of her throat, yelling the pleasure she was taking. Everything Derek love. That and the touch her womanhood was leaving around him. Ahsha was taking everything she could , having no shame to glide her hands under his boxer . Who said you needed to be completely naked to have great sex ? Because the woman didn’t lost a bite of his anatomy. Under her palm she could sense his fine ass , and the muscle flex anytime he was stroking into her. It was the first time Ahsha was experienced this and honestly it was all pleasant
’ Seems like Derek Roman is still in the locker room while the game is about to start again’
'Shit! He was demanded somewhere else and the crowd was getting impatient. For real. Calling his name. The reason was telling to Ahsha that they couldn’t continue.
“ Derek the game…” she whispered between two moans
“ Fuck it” groaned Derek . Instead , he fucked her. Derek continued to fuck the hell of the woman he was truly in love. They tried to fight the temptation , the sexual tension , their chemistry since so long that now it explode, the all world will stop. If the game needed to continue without Derek , then let it be. But Never Derek will stop like he was doing right now. Connecting , with the most exciting way with Ahsha. The woman herself didn’t want it to stop. It was feeling too damn good. She got tighter around him. The end was closed, for the both of them. On the last strokes , Derek was getting harder in her , so that several time he touched her G-spot ,making her moan even louder . His member tremble inside of her , squiring all of his juice . The man orgasm made Ahsha cum by her turn. It had been just a straight fuck , during just couple minute and yet , the two grown adult felt like it last hours and were exhausted like they had been fucking since hours. They were breathless . Derek retired himself and put back his sex in his boxer and short. Ahsha fixed her panties and skirt. Not so sure of what will happen next. Derek grabbed her hands and ran. Not in direction of the court and the game ,but to the parking lot and his car

After ran away with Ahsha , and a small ride , Derek parked up to a little mountain, above LA and her frenzy. It was completely empty and peaceful , the view of the city lighten by the lights. They sit in his Ferarri, and for a long period , they hadn’t say much. Both were in their thoughts , but thinking about the same thing. What they just did at the arena. The only sound was Derek’s phone , with the notification he was keeping to get from his absence in the game but he turned it off. What the hell just happened between them ? They had been agree , they didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship for a bad romance of some good sex. As good the sex had been. And it surprised the both of them to see how they were matching, sexually speaking.
“ What are you going to tell her ” whispered Ahsha , looking right in front of her. She needed to ask. While it happened , she completely forgot about Leah and the relationship he was having with her. She could swear , on everything who matter to her on this earth that she never meant it to happen. When she kissed him , she just wanted to calm him down , make him stop having delusional speech. But when he kissed her , she just couldn’t help herself. She was a deal breaker and now she was feeling extremely guilty. Was she regretting ? Not at all, a part of her knew it always had been hers but she was regretting it happened while he was with someone else. Derek cheated on Leah. He never been the most serious guy , always had been a bachelor. But he never been disrespectful and cheat. For the simple fact , he never had something to cheat. Leah was deserving it. Him too was feeling guilty now
“ I don’t know ” He just said. What will he ever tell her that he betrayed their relationship , and the worst for Leah it’s that , not a second , Derek had a thought for her and their relationship. The player never been educated to be so insensitive to someone and without he wanted it , this is exactly what he just done
“ What are you going to tell to me ?” she insisted. They were still not looking at each other
“ I don’t know ” It was the big confusion in the player. He didn’t know what to feel. What to say . How to explain . He doesn’t even know how to name the feeling he was having for Ahsha . All he know it’s that he didn’t know nothing about the next. Building wall and denial wasn’t only a female things. After their 'agreement’ Derek worked on himself and what was in his hurt to take some distance with Ahsha and get close to Leah
“ Well…” Ahsha breath , annoying. It was easy to have sex and then don’t know shit. And he clearly felt it , which didn’t lighten the conversation
“ You just had no idea how many time I tried to convince her I was feeling nothing for you ok ?!” he spittedThe situation wasn’t easy for him and honestly it just came out wrong.
“ Wow ” yelled Ahsha , getting out of the car “ This is what your mother teached you ? To say something like this to a woman you just had sex with ”
He was making her feel like shit. His word had been harsh in a way he wouldn’t understand. And when he heard her reaction, Derek understood that he really messed up with what he just said. At this point , nothing was easy , for none of them. Ahsha was already walking away , she didn’t want him to see the tears who started to emerge from her eyes. But he catched her , grabbing her arm and stop her
“ Baby I’m sorry ” he begged , his voice was really begging because it wasn’t what he meant “ Listen to me babe. I have tried ok ? I tried as much that I could and at the end I thought I succeed. I build walls and created a cover. I had Leah and I really thought I won and fought the feeling I have for you but obviously I was wrong since the minute you touched me everything fell”
He completely lose control. The feeling he was having for her were so strong that it was controlling his body and soul , his mind and spirit , his heart and dreams. It was reason to be affray to not try it , but now they were facing the consequence of it. Ahsha came to him, hugging Derek. She wrapped her arms around his chest , buried her face in his shoulder. He welcome her , breath his love and life out of her hair. Here was where they belong. When it’s meant to be , it’s meant to happen.

Thank you for reading, Merci d’avoir lu . Pleaaaaase no request for a next or more chapters, you guys know that I can’t say no :(

Too Much To Drink


Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Warning: Contains smut

Summary: Can u do an imagine where Isaac and the reader are besties and they get really drunk at a party and they end up having sex

It was that time of year again, no it wasn’t Christmas or Easter nor was it someone’s birthday. But most, if not all, would consider one of Lydia’s famous parties a holiday of it’s own. Exams were finally over and that meant booze plus teenagers left in an unsupervised adult house to do whatever their hearts desired. Okay, it was a bit more controlled especially since Lydia was the host…but parties always got out of hand one way or another.

Standing in your own little space away from the cheers, dancing and general mayhem that usually occurred, you scanned the room mostly just to pass the time. Observing the party your eyes fell on your friends. Lydia was mostly trying to get people to not ruin her grandma’s lake house and keeping them away from any expensive objects, Scott being the caring person he stood back and jumped in if any trouble was about to start, Stiles was hitting the dance floor, while Kira was making conversation with Malia.

“I think you could use one of these”, and here came Isaac Lahey holding two red paper cups in his hands. Isaac is the person who you considered your best friend, out of all the pack members the two of you developed a close bond.
Giving him a disapproving look, “I’m good thanks”. However he didn’t budge and it seemed like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Y/N this is the time to let loose, our exams are over which means our summer break has started. Having one cup won’t kill you”. Isaac grinned and he had a way of talking you into doing just about anything. If you had to guess, it was those eyes of his that held so much power, although you weren’t ever going to tell him that.

“You Isaac Lahey are a bad influence”, you stated taking the cup from his large hands and downing the liquid inside, which tasted like vodka mixed in with something sweet. “Ah my love, that is why we’re best friends. Have another!”. He shouted over the loud music that engulfed the speakers, dragging you by hand into the kitchen were the noise subsided, not by much but it was much quieter in here than out there.

Isaac poured another drink into a cup and slid it across the bench, “Drink up, can’t let this free alcohol go to waste”. There it was again, the temptation which Isaac could make to sound so good. “I only agreed to one drink”, you told him firmly. He came up behind you and maybe the first sip of alcohol was messing with your inhibitions, but the close proximity between you and Isaac was starting to arise a different feeling then usual in you.

“We all know one drink never means just one, come on Y/N have some fun with me”. He pouted his lips and you didn’t even need to turn around to know what expression he was wearing, it would be without a doubt his pleading look, the one that gets you every time. “Who can say no to fun, right?”. Picking up the cup you took a big sip, letting it burn down your throat.

“That’s my girl”, Isaac smiled while he also took a sip of his drink. It didn’t take long for the affects of getting drunk kicked in, one drink become two which then turned into 7…

For the life of you it was a blur on how you and Isaac managed to make it back to your house. Rubbing your temple which was throbbing with pain, all you could remember was Isaac and you laughing, drinking and dancing at Lydia’s party. So how on earth did you guys end up here?

Letting your vision become more clearer this was your bedroom that was obvious, looking around everything seemed to be in order…expect for one small detail. Feeling a sense of shock radiate through your body, Isaac was laying beside you and his upper torso was completely bare. “No, no, no, no, no”, you muttered quietly. Lifting up the covers you immediately covered your body again, when you discovered underneath the bed sheets you were naked. “Oh no, oh god”, mumbling into your hands. It was all coming back to you, every last moment….


You were giggling like crazy and you blamed in all on you being drunk, because in your normal state of mind you wouldn’t ever consider giggling. “I-I think we had one to many”, telling Isaac as the two of you were laughing on the couch surrounded by other drunken teenagers. “Impossible, there is no-”, Issac let out a hiccup and then finished his sentence, “no such thing”. Both of you burst into a fit of laughter. The couch by now was starting to get crowded and other people were trying to cram themselves in, which caused you to particularly straddle Isaac. His hands instantly held onto your waist.

“I’m sorry, the couch all of a sudden got full”. You said looking into his eyes, for a brief moment a rush of soberness passed through. Isaac cleared his throat and had the same look on his face, “It’s okay, I’m not complaining”. He responded back. It was surreal, something that only happens in movies. However it could be that your emotions were in overdrive and everything else was in low caring mode, considering what occurred next didn’t seem to phase either one of you.

A pair of soft lips planted themselves onto your own, tangling your hands in his somewhat curly brown hair, it was a fight for dominance, which Isaac won. Taking a brief pause a voice in your head kept repeating how wrong this was, but that pesky devil on your shoulder whispered to go for it despite the consequences. And since you were intoxicated the devil won the battle.

“Let’s get out of here?”, Isaac asked. Grabbing his hand you called for a taxi, while Isaac grabbed another bottle and you two were off to start a party of your own.

Stumbling onto the front porch, the light came on making it somewhat easier to put the key in the door. After many attempts you finally unlocked the door and went on inside, before anything could be registered Isaac smashed his lips onto yours. Bumping into cabinets, doors, walls it felt like forever until both of you found the bedroom. By that point Isaac’s shirt was gone and your jacket had gotten discarded somewhere downstairs.

Kicking the door open and shut, Isaac slammed your back into the bedroom door. His lips didn’t stop moving, they begun kissing anywhere and everywhere this included collarbone, neck, even the exposed skin down your chest. “I can’t believe we’re about to do this”, he breathed as you lifted your arms up so he could easily remove your shirt, leaving him to admire your black lace bra.

Taking the lead now you pushed him onto the bed, he looked surprised but mostly turned on. “Me either”, you whispered replying to his earlier statement. Teasing him, you slowly begun unzipping your jeans. Wiggling your hips Issac now had a clear view of the matching black lace panties, he licked his lips and grabbed your wrist, making you fall on top of him.

“All this teasing is taking too long, I need to feel you now love”. He seductively whispered in your ear, body immersing in goosebumps as you could feel his member harden underneath you. “Then take the lead Isaac, come on big boy show me what you’ve got”. It was that sliver glint in your eyes that made Isaac flip you over, now he was displaying dominance. Pinning your hands above you, his hand travelled down in-between your legs, rubbing continuously making you moan.

“I can already feel how wet you are baby, I’m so touched that it’s all because of me”. Even though he hated to be teased, he sure was taking his time teasing you. But he was in control, and you were at his mercy. “Please Isaac, just fucking do something!”. He smirked and oh boy, were you about to get your wish.Tearing off your underwear without hesitation, his face buried between your legs. Licking and sucking on your heat causing loud moans to slip from your mouth. He was hitting your sweet spot, grabbing a fist full of his hair you arched your back allowing him better access. The next few minutes were pure heaven, the build up was coming, you could feel it in every part of your bones. “Isaac-I’m so close”. He replaced his face with three fingers, pumping vigorously in and out. “Come undone baby”, and that’s exactly what you did.

Steadying your heart rate down from that pleasure rush, you opened your eyes and saw Isaac licking his fingers. “Fuck, you taste better than I ever imagined”. It still hadn’t kicked in that this was your best-friend in front of you seeing you naked, while doing all these naughty things to your body. Adrenaline was taking over and it was your turn to satisfy him. Reaching for his belt, Isaac’s hand stopped you. Giving him a confused expression, “Don’t you want me to pleasure you?”.

“That can wait, right now all I want is bury myself deep inside of you and hear my name come out of your mouth, love”. He unbuckled his own jeans and removed his boxers, leaving his member to spring forward. Your breath got caught in your throat, Isaac certainly was a big boy. Not being able to help yourself, you reached out and stroked not once but twice. Isaac closed his eyes and bit his lip to prevent a groan but one slipped out anyway.

“I guess the big boy remark from earlier was true”, letting your hand ran down his chest you got to his lips, “Don’t hold back Isaac. I meant what I said, show me what you’ve got”. Displaying a smug grin he once again switched positions so he was now on top. “It would be my pleasure”.

Without warning Isaac slid himself into you causing your nails to dig into his shoulders. Your walls clenched around his member and Isaac wasted no time in quickening up the pace. The bed was rocking back and forth, as each of his thrusts got deeper. Arched back, sweat dripping from each of your bodies, moans and heavy breathing all filling up the room. “Faster Isaac”, you demanded adding more friction by rotating your hips in a circular motion.

It was evident by now that both you highs were coming to their peaks, Isaac was starting to slow down. “Let go baby, let go for me Y/N”. Isaac panted above you. Squeezing your eyes and scrunching up the bed sheet, you screamed his name and he soon followed screaming yours as each came undone. Gasping for some much needed air, Isaac pulled himself out and collapsed beside you. Covering the sheet across each others bodies the goal now was to get your hearts to a normal speed.

Turning your head, Isaac chest was rising up and down. “Promise me that once we wake up in the morning and remember this, it won’t be weird between us”. He too turned to face you, “We just had sex, one of us is bound to wake up tomorrow morning and panic”, he replied. Looking up at the ceiling he was right. The alcohol would disappear and all that would remain is cloudy memories and a pounding headache.

“I’m serious Isaac, I don’t want to lose my best friend….I won’t be able to survive that”. Isaac could sense your sadness because he pulled you closer. “You aren’t going to lose me Y/N, I promise”. He traced his fingers up and down your arm, in an attempt to calm your worries. Not long after sleep took over.

End of flashback

Isaac was still sound asleep beside you, slipping from the bed, grabbing a fresh pair of undergarments and a long oversize top you entered the adjoining bathroom. Once you got changed, you quickly sneaked back. Looking over at his sleeping form, the one thing that kept on repeating inside your head was…..You and Isaac, your best friend had slept together. And what was worse you knew that as soon as he woke up, things were going to be awkward. There was just no way in stopping that, not even if the two of you promised it wouldn’t be. Because sleeping with your best friend, how could things not get awkward?.

Supernatural preference: sex with them


   Sex with Dean would obviously be more than just a one night stand with you. In bed, he is the most passionate and caring partner there is, really. He gets lost in the moment with you; nothing is on his mind but loving you.

    Then there are other times when he’s drunk or he’s just being a joker, and that’s when the typical kind of “fun” begins. He’ll also jump into the shower with you when you don’t expect it, and he’ll grin like a fool, and you’ll cave into the smile. But no matter what, there will always be sentiment in the act.


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     In bed, Sam likes to hold you, map out every inch of your body with his hands, and his lips almost never leave yours. He will do whatever you ask, whatever the moment is serving, but there will always be these little pauses where he rests your forehead on his, and you can feel each other’s breath swerve past your faces, and you’ll just cherish each other.


       For someone with no experience, Castiel is actually really filled with passion under the sheets. Your lips always fit well with his, and when you two do it, he usual puts his whole heart in soul into it, because his feelings for you will always be stronger than lust. But he is known for having a dark side, and this little devil can really get you going when he wants you to. 


      This trickster also plays a lot of tricks in bed (very good with tongue 👏👏). He has a thing for licking sweet things,  like skittles and whipped cream off of your skin. He is also a very sensual angel; never takes too much for himself. He is the hard to get type, and makes you work for it. But in the end, you always have fun and make each other smile.


     Luci is the kind of being who takes what he wants and doesn’t look back, which usually ends in you being extremely satisfied and extremely sore. Although, the devil,  still, is an angel, after all. And he wouldn’t be with you as long as he has if he didn’t love you. And sometimes, when it dawns on him of how much you mean to him, he goes a little slower, thinks a little harder, and kisses you much deeper.

Serenade Me: Big, Bad, Handsome Man

Summary: One year after finally breaking free from Cain, you and John are settling down nicely. 
Characters: John Winchester, Female Reader, Jody Mills, Bobby Singer, Donna Hanscum
Word Count: 1,650 [with lyrics]
Warnings: Alcohol consumption & fluff
Author’s Note: Big, Bad, Handsome Man by Imelda May Miss the Beginning? GIF credit [x][x]

Before you knew it, a year passed by and all the worries of retaliation from Cain’s thugs and associates washed away. You and Johnny no longer felt like you needed to look over your shoulders or that someone was going to jump out of the shadows or that the other shoe was going to drop; you could finally live your life.

Dean and his wife helped the two of you with everything you could possibly need in your new house and life. Dean worked with his employer, getting John a steady job at the garage; despite the chronic limp from the accident that almost claimed his life. Meanwhile, H/N and their son kept you company every day. It didn’t matter what you passed the time doing, you had a family with John, Dean, and H/N; you were happy and safe.

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September 9th, 2014 - Farewell


9th of September, 2014 - Farewell

Warm fingers wander over his cheek, admire the faint, almost invisible freckles and Arthur laughs at the tickling feeling. He pushes Alfred’s hand away with a chuckle, right before he’s pulled into a soft hug. Affections are whispered into his ear, warm breath brushes over his skin and the blond angel shudders. When he looks up, his gaze is met by ice-blue eyes, framed by black hair and a broad, loving smile.

Arthur smiles back, feels his cheeks heating up. It is forbidden to feel this way, he knows it. He will be facing a terrible punishment should his relationship be discovered.

But Alfred is his life, his love – and it doesn’t matter that he is a devil.

Black, leathery wings spread behind Alfred’s broad back, warm to the touch. Arthur knows this – he ran his fingers countless times over them already. It is a display of great trust that they allow each other to do this and the angel shivers involuntarily from the mere thought of how Alfred’s touch feels when his fingers trail gently over Arthur’s white wings.

The blond presses more into the hug, buries his face in the crook of Alfred’s neck and sighs confidently. Suddenly, he remembers how they met and it brings a smile to his face. Their first encounter was definitely not a friendly one… in fact, they tried to kill each other and it took them a long time until this changed.

“What are you smiling for?”, Alfred asks quietly, presses a soft kiss into the blond hair and gently grabs Arthur’s chin to make him look at him. “You look so happy – tell me your thoughts.” The angel smiles sweetly, tilts his head back and gives a kiss to the slightly chapped lips of his devil. He brushes his fingers through the black, soft hair, trails his fingertips over the curled horns that stick out of the unruly locks and shakes his head. “It’s nothing, I just… remembered how we met… how long we know each other already…”

Arthur slowly wraps his arms around the devil’s neck, gives another kiss to his lips. Then suddenly he is lifted up and Alfred carries him over into the bedroom. Once more the angel is thankful for the loose rules of Hell that allow his black-haired devil to rent a small apartment in the human world without attracting any attention. Now this flat is something like their sanctuary, protected by a powerful barrier Alfred has set up with his magic.

It protects the two from Heaven’s scouts, gives them a bit of privacy. Arthur loves the cozy apartment with all his heart, but even more he loves Alfred – and as he is carried over to the bed, he tells his lover this. The answer is an endearing smile, only displayed to him; so bright, honest and loving that it makes his heart swell from love.

The devil lays him down on the soft sheets, white wings spread wide and contrasting with the purple velvet covers. Ice-blue meets emerald green as they look at each other, right before Alfred indulges his angel in a passionate kiss.

Warm bodies press together, more kisses and whispered endearments are shared as they wrap each other into warmth and love.


Arthur knelt on the ground of his cell, fingers clasped together.

He was an angel and yet this was the first time in his long life that he prayed.

He prayed for everything that was dear to him that Alfred was safe. Only his black-haired devil mattered right now – despite the fact that Arthur was sentenced to death and would be executed the next day.

The whole, happy time with Alfred suddenly seemed so very far away… the angel bit his lip, squeezed his fingers harder together as he called out silently to every Gods there might be.

Both of his wings were broken to prevent him from any attempted escape. He was in agony, every movement hurt, but it all wasn’t important.

Arthur only worried if Alfred would be okay on his own. He had freed his devil from Heaven’s prison two days ago - the reason he was captured now – and his lover had been in a worrying state. Heaven was soaked with holy essences and for a devil, simply being here deprived him of energy. Not to mention the injuries he had received from the other angels and that healed only badly.

The blond had used his own healing powers to help Alfred, but an angel’s holy essence was painful for a being like Alfred. So he hadn’t been able to help him completely and Arthur also hadn’t had time to check if his lover would recover in time to flee.

But… did it even matter…

Arthur’s green eyes filled with tears as he stared at the ceiling of the cell. He wouldn’t see Alfred again.

He would die tomorrow.

At Ease

“What are you doing?” Purred a voice like chocolate silk.

Arthur jumped. Or, rather, he would have if his hands hadn’t been full of… stuff. “N- nothing!” He stammered, wings closing in evasively as he tried to turn away from the Demon King and His Lord and Master and, mostly, an all-around pain in the arse.

He always knew exactly when Arthur didn’t want him to show up.

“Oho.” Crooned that same voice and shadows that shouldn’t have been there materialized into smug form. Arthur wanted to punch him in the face, but his hands were occupied.

“Go away.” The incubus tried in vain.

“No.” The King sighed, sounding a little exasperated. “What do you have?”

Arthur made a noise in his throat, stubborn and unyielding, leathery appendages blocking view of the box.

Show me.” Alfred finally decided on, molten blue eyes staring at him without humor or mercy. They were the eyes of a creature that had seen creation and knew how it would all end and Arthur came to the conclusion that he didn’t want to tempt him.

Wings peeling away, he looked to the side so that at the very least he didn’t have to see the King’s face.

When the box in his hands grew suddenly lighter, he jumped, outraged, “Give it ba—,”

He cut himself off with a noise that sounded a like like hnk.

The ruler of Hell was holding up the kitten speculatively, hands gently circling its middle, the animal’s front paws hanging obstinately and hind quarters wriggling as it sleepily looked at him and mewed, unperturbed by its sudden introduction to whom most called Satan.

“Hm.” Alfred said, staring at it.

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I Kept My Promise

Summary: You are plagued by nightmares; to stubborn to talk to anyone Cain tries to reach out. But by staying cold and calculating he fears that he may push you further away. Will the knight of hell loose his shield or will you gain a shield.

Pairing: Cain X Reader

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Feels! Water works! pregnant reader! Enjoy!

Exclaimer: Part five of the sweet smell of death

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You woke up one morning to find him gone. You could remember the feel of his warm body curled around your as you recited the promise your made to him.

“Promise me you won’t leave (Y/N).”

“I promise.” The words flowed too easily from your lips, but you never lied to him. You never wanted to leave him, you though he needed you just as much as you needed him. But apparently you were wrong, as you woke up to find yourself back at the bunker, in an empty bed. The sheet cold and your heart even colder as tears dropped from your eyes. He had gone, all those night he had asked you to promise not to leave him; you forgot to ask him to promise the same.

Now you sat there with tears gathering in your eyes as you watched the pregnancy test. A sob escaped your mouth as you strangled the cry of pain you were desperate to make as the test revealed the two red lines. You had been feeling the symptoms for months now, morning sickness and a small bump had begun to appear, but still you denied it, until you no longer could.

Castiel had begun to notice a change in you. He said he felt something dark growing within you, you told him it was nothing, or that it was because you spent too much time with Crowley, but he didn’t stop, until he bought you a pregnancy test.

“Take it in your own time.” His words were meant to be reassuring but they just added to the pressure of the reality that you had to face. Gasped in a breath as you covered your mouth with your hand as you stared at the pregnancy test. He had been gone for over three months now, leaving you to deal with the consequences of both of your actions.

Suddenly the sound of fluttering feathers pulled your eyes away from your pregnancy test to see Castiel standing there looking down at you. He slowly kneeled down in front of you; he took the pregnancy test from your shaky fingers and saw the two red lines. He nodded but didn’t speak a word as he held your hands in him. You openly sobbed as he pulled your forward into his arms. His trench coat quickly soaked up your tears as he held you in his arms.

“Hey (Y/N)! You in there?” Sam’s voice called from the other side of the door. You pulled your head up from Castiel’s comforting shoulder and cleared you throat removing any sound of sadness, before you answered the youngest Winchester.

“Yes, what is it Sam?” You asked waiting for a reply. Castiel slowly stood up with you in his arms steadying you as you leaned on him. Sam was silent on the other side of the door trying to find a good way to tell you the news. He knew this could either make you or break you, he had seen the way you had been after Cain left, the way to moped around the bunker, doing all the research you could in order to keep your mind off him. Sam sighed as he finally spoke.

“We’ve found Cain. We saw him on a security camera, he’s killing people (Y/N).” you felt numb as your full weight rested on the angel holding you, as you listened to the news. You wanted to feel joy but all you felt was a crushing weight on your heart as you stood there, he was killing people, he had left three months ago in order to kill people.

“Thank you Sam” Your voice monotone but broke towards the end as your body collapsed in Castiel’s arms drowning everything as you mind swam with questions that could only be answered by the father of murder.

Castiel laid you down on your bed, pulling the covers over your weakened body. He was the ark circles beneath your eyes from the lack of nutrition and sleep. Castiel rested a light hand over your stomach feeling the dark entity within you, but he knew that same entity was good at the same time, he may be born from a demon but he was also born from a human, from a human who was nothing but good. Castiel nodded and watched as the dark circles soon vanished from around your eyes at his healing touch rejuvenating you as you slept soundly. He kissed your forehead before vanish to answer Dean’s call.

You awoke with your body feeling renewed and healthy as you yawned and stretched as your mind relayed the information it had been giving to process as you sat there in your rumpled sheets. You looked around you before your tired hearing slowly picked up on the raised voices of Sam, Dean and Castiel.

“She has a right to come with us!” Sam pleaded with Dean as you pulled yourself from your bed and walked towards your door careful not to make a noise.

“With Cain in killing spree mode, it’s not safe for her!” Dean chastised Sam as his heavy footsteps grew closer to your doors. You opened your door to welcome the narrowed eyes of Dean, the wide eyes of Sam and the sorry eyes of Castiel.

“I’m coming with you whether you like it or not Dean Winchester.” Your voice was low and determined. He looked you up and down at you placed your hands on your hips and narrowed your (Y/E/C) eyes at him, as he fought internally.

“She could possibly convince Cain to stop Dean.” Castiel finally spoke at he looked at you, his bright blue eyes hopeful as Dean continued to look down at you. His hard expression softened as the mark of Cain relaxed its grip on him. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and looked at your with sad eyes.

“I know I can’t stop you, not really, but I need you to know that if he won’t stop himself, I’ll have to stop him.” Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded. You knew it was the only ultimatum he could offer as the four of you walked through the bunker, ready to face the father of Murder, and the choices you all had to face.

The car journey was a blur of farmland and research as Sam and Castiel talked over how they would trap Cain with the help of Crowley, as you sat in the back trying to block it all out. All you wanted was the man you loved back; you just wished it was easier than this, as you sat there with tears on the verge of falling.

Crowley was there ready with the trap set. The boy, Austin was being used as bait as he waited in the barn. You stomach was knotted tightly as Crowley handed the First Blade over to dean who gripped it tightly. Soon the ground began to tremble announcing the father of murder, as Austin began to leave the barn, Cain appeared causing Castiel to step in.

You watched on in horror as Cain swatted Castiel out of his way, like he was nothing but a fly, as he advanced on the boy. His blade forced through the young boys body with minimal effort pulling a pained gasp from your throat as you stood there. Suddenly the boy began to fade away; You looked at Crowley who looked at you with a sly smirk. You walked forward as Cain tried to move away from where he stood to reveal the devils trap beneath him.

Dean and Sam revealed themselves to Cain. You watched from the back away from Cain eye line as dean stood there alone as Sam backed away. You watched with one hand wrapped around your stomach protecting your unborn child, and the other covering your mouth holding back your pleas as you watched on.

You watched the battle as Cain rebuffed all of Dean’s advances from within the devils trap. You bit into your fingers holding back your screams as he threw dean into the glass panes of the barn making them shatter around him. Cain took the first blade away from Dean easily, taunting him as he told dean that he was living his life like Cain’s only in reverse.

First … first, you’d kill Crowley. There’d be some strange, mixed feelings on that one, but you’d have your reason. You’d get it done, no remorse. And then you’d kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one … that I suspect would hurt something awful. And then! Then would come the murder you’d never survive, the one that would finally turn you into as much of a savage as it did me.”

“No!” dean struggled at Cain’s crushing grip held onto his shoulder making sure he was paying close attention to his words of warning.

“Your brother, Sam. The only thing standing between you and that destiny is this Blade. You’re welcome, my son.” Cain rose the blade up to plunge it into Dean. You ran forward past a surprised and shocked Sam, Crowley and Castiel and into the barn.

“Stop!” You screamed as the first blade hung in the air like a guillotine ready to fall. All eyes turned to you, but the only eyes you looked into were the shocked bright blue gaze of Cain as he looked at you as if he was looking at a ghost. He threw dean away from him and through the barn doors. Your chest heaved heavily as you stood there in the cold air of the barn. Cain’s hand stayed tightly wrapped around the handle of the first blade as he approached you.

He was suddenly trapped by the barrier of the devils trap, stopping him from advancing for now. He looked you up and down and saw how much you had changed in little over three months. Your hips were widened and you were looking healthier filling out in other area, taking on a more comfortable look. There were no bruises of scratches from hunts, if anything you were practically glowing before him.

“Are you here to redeem me (Y/N)?” once wrath filled voice had softened as he looked you up and down from inside the devils trap. He played idly with the first blade as you stood there, looked at you as he paced like a caged wild animal waiting for an opportunity. An opportunity you wanted to give him so badly, but it only made you more conscious of the man…the knight of hell he had become once again.

“I hope so.” You voice was barely above a whisper but Cain heard you, he watched you take in a shaky sigh as you held your hands by your sides as fists your legs spread apart, a fighting stance just in case Cain found a way out. Cain rotated the blade between his fingers before suddenly lunging at the devils trap. His face wild and distorted as the devils trap seemed to weaken beneath his sudden attack. You could stop your body from protecting the most vital and important part of you. Your hands splayed out across the soft skin of your pregnancy swollen belly as Cain continued to attack the devils trap.

Cain wanted to be closer to you. It had been months since he had last seen you and now you stood so tantalisingly close and yet too far away. He was vicious as he pushed against the barrier of the devils trap only to seen the sudden fear in your eyes directed at him. He slammed his fists against the barrier one last him before panting heavily. His head bowed as he stood there leaning against it, only able to see up to your waist, he saw your pale hand resting across your slightly swollen stomach, protecting something…someone.

Cain rose up his bowed head as he dropped to his knees. The hand that clutched the first blade lay loose allowing the blade to tumble away from him across the cold hard floor. His placed his palms flat against the barrier and looked at your with pale blue eyes. His lips trembled as he tried to speak, his eyes resting on your stomach making you realise where your hands rested. You didn’t pull them away your only wrapped your arms around yourself more securely beneath his gaze.

“How long (Y/N)?” his voice was rough with emotion as he met your gaze, his eyes were filled with tears, but you had no idea if they were tears of joy or sadness. You looked back down at your stomach stroking it through the soft fabric of your shirt comforting yourself and the life your held within yourself.

“Over three months now, I took a pregnancy test today to confirm it.” Cain nodded slowly and watched as you smiled down at your stomach. Cain swallowed thickly as he moved right to the edge of the devils trap trying to get closer to you. He could feel that life within you the closer he got, it was dark and disastrous, but it was also light and beautiful, it was fully him and fully you.

“Please come closer (Y/N).” Cain’s voice trembled as your head suddenly snapped up meeting the father of murders gaze. How could you trust him? Cain had literally been on a killing spree trying to eliminate his own genome from the face of the earth and yet here he was pleading you to come closer as you held his child in your womb. You took a step away, wrapping your arms tightly across your stomach as you looked at Cain with narrowed eyes.

“How can I trust you? How do I know you won’t try and kill me and this unborn child? You were willing to kill a child loosely related to you! How could you even think that I would go near you carry your own child!?” you screamed to high heaven, you were sure all parties outside could hear you but you didn’t care. You were terrified, terrified of carrying Cain’s child and terrified of raising it without him, but as you looked down at the father of murder all you could do was pity him as tears rolled out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

“I know (Y/N)! I know! Please help me, I need you. When I was with you all the urges to kill, to maim and torture disappeared! Help me!” Cain pleaded with you helplessly as his hands clawed at the barrier as he tried to pull himself closer to you, willing to move the very ground to get closer to you, as you stood there with tears streaming down your face.

“If all that is true then why did you leave?” you spoke softly as you slowly lowered yourself to the ground and crawled over to the devils trap, sitting just before the white spray paint ring. Cain leaned against the barrier as you sat so close, his eyes looked over each inch of exposed skin with intense detail before meeting your tear reddened (Y/E/C) eyes.

“I was so scared that it wouldn’t last, that I would hurt you. But even as you sit here now, there’s no urge to hurt you, no anger. I just want to hold you and my child.” He looked down at your swollen stomach and lowered himself closer to the ground to get a better look of the pregnancy bump. It was barely there and yet still showed, how he wanted to place his bare hand on the soft skin of your stomach to feel the warmth of that pregnancy swollen skin against his cheek as he felt the life grow within you.

“Give me the blade Cain.” He looked to his side and saw the first blade. He attentively grabbed it by the toothed blade careful not to cut his own skin as he held the leather bound handle out to you. Your pale hand grasped the leather bound handle before your threw it away into eth corner of the barn with a clatter. You knew Cain was strong enough to kill you with his bare hands, but he was also strong enough to kill you without you even entering the devils trap.

If he hadn’t killed you now, was he ever?

You took in a deep breath and crawled over the white painted line into the lion’s den with Cain. Your body shook in fear as Cain looked at you with those cold glacial eyes, a look mixed between predatory and utter wrecked with emotion was contradictory and painful to see. He slowly moved forward, careful not to scare you like a wounded animal as he grew closer, your hand were still firmly place don you stomach protecting the life that he threatened to destroy with one misstep.

His large hands slid over yours pulling them away from your pregnancy swollen stomach. You shook more violently as you no longer hand the comfort of your hand protecting the life within you, as Cain looked down at it, a curious and cold gaze littered with tears as he slowly lifted your shirt, pressing a shaking hand to your stomach, terrified of hurting you, or changing your mind and pulling away from him. He ghosted the hand across the soft skin of your stomach and watched as you took in a shaky breath. You pulled your hands away from his and placed them onto of the hand that covered the expanse of your stomach, pressing gently allowing him to apply pressure to your soft skin. Cain looked down at you in wonder as he rubbed his hand across the soft skin of your stomach.

Tears fell from his eyes as a broken smile graced his lips as he felt the life within you. A life he created with you, there was no anger no wrath no urge to kill or destroy the world he helped create, and there was just wonder and an agonising happiness that made his chest tight and painful. Cain knew he couldn’t make up for all the mistakes he had made, for all the wrong doings he had done, but he could try through you and through this new family.

You reached up with one hand and pressed it against Cain’s cheek smiling up a him as he gaze at you with utter wonder and admiration in his eyes. you slowly leaned up and pressed your lips to his, as fists hammered heavily against the door as Cain kept you locked in here with you, he didn’t want or need anyone but you and the child he was about to have.

Cain wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you into his lap holding you’re against his chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue caressing yours as you sighed against his lips. Your hands tangled in his long hair as his long beard scratched your chin and bottom lip. Cain had missed this; he had missed holding you in his arms. He could remember the days and nights you spent locked in this position and many others  wasting the hours that God had given you both just so you could be there with each other.

Suddenly the doors burst open to revealing a seething Crowley and angel grace wielding Castiel as they both waited for the unturned dust to settle only for their eyes to widen at the sight. Your shirt still hitched up revealed to everyone the secret you had hidden from everyone but Castiel for months. Castiel couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as he looked at the two of you. yes the father of murder had done many wrongs, committed various crimes most people would be put to death for, and yet as he looked at the two of you on the ground arms wrapped around one another, Castiel could see Cain’s redemption.

On the other hand Dean, Sam and Crowley just stood there with dumb looks of shock on their faces as they stared numbly at your pregnancy bump. Crowley adjusted his tie as he looked at you as the newest mother to be of an Anti-Christ.

Dean was still filled with a adrenaline that the previous fight had issued but through that haze he was your smile and despite the tears, he saw how happy you were. Sam was surprised to see that your plan had worked, there sat the knight of hell cradling you to his chest drawing miscellaneous patterns across the pregnancy swollen stomach. Sam scratched the back of his head and gave a tight lipped smile, sure bobby was right in saying family don’t end with blood, but he didn’t realise how odd of a family he would be adopting as he looked at expecting hunter, and knight of hell.

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Lucifer x Reader x Dean Part 2

Character: Lucifer, Dean

Word Count: 2,875

Imagine: You should totally do sequel-like chapter to this if dean asked like ‘As long as you don’t hurt her’ or 'why’ or something and ends up saying yes and how Lucifer would react and stuff. I don’t know, it was just an idea I had. Great story tho.”


A piercing, low scream echoed off of dark walls as heavy chains rattled and resonated off into nothingness. Dean Winchester took in heavy breaths as he looked down toward the solid ground created from the darkness, watching as the cut from his forehead formed small drops of blood that created a puddle of red next to his knees. All he could feel was pain, little inklings and huge waves of red, but to him the price was worth it because he endured it for only one reason; you.

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1.SINS TOO GREAT! The devil can convince us that our sins are too many and too great! How astute the devil, but how wrong! Jesus did not come for the perfect or the saints who have no sins. On the contrary, Jesus came to save the sinners. Bishop Sheen points out that the primary purpose and mission of Jesus’ coming was SAVIOR—he came to save us of our sins. The forgiveness of sins is expressed most especially by Sacramental Confession!

2.TOMORROW. The devil of tomorrow is never too far away. How often do we put off for tomorrow, especially in our spiritual lives, what we should do today! In Spanish there is the phrase that says it all: “La Filosofia de la manana!” No hurry; I will do it tomorrow! Read the classic work by C.S. Lewis Screwtape Letters and you will learn the tactics of the devil, especially in convincing us in the art of procrastination!

3.I GET NERVOUS: MY MIND GOES BLANK!!! This might be the case, but to remedy this why not prepare yourself the night before the day you confess and write out your sins on a sheet of paper as a guide and as a memory—helper! Mission accomplished and devil defeated, for those of short-term memory!

4.THE PRIEST KNOWS ME!!! Easy to conquer this devil! You can simply go behind the confessional screen and make an anonymous confession. However, even if it were face to face, the priest will admire you more and more for your great humility. Moreover, priests who confess often have most likely heard these sins many times over and will not be shocked and have a heart-attack!!! Also, priests are afflicted with weakness and have to confess their sins to other priests. (Hebrews 5:2)

5.THE PRIEST MIGHT TELL MY SINS! Never! The priest is obliged; otherwise he could run the risk of excommunication, of what is called the Seal of Confession—meaning, he can never reveal what he has heard in the confessional. There have even been priests who have died to protect the seal of the confessional, as was in the case of Saint John Nepomucene who would not reveal the sins of the Queen even though the King threatened the priest with death. Indeed Saint John died the martyr’s death, maintaining the seal of the confessional!

6.I WILL GO BACK AND REPEAT THE SAME SINS. Another common temptation that comes from the devil is to convince you that you will never change, that you will go back and commit the same sin over and over and really that you are a true “basket-case” a hopeless renegade! Wrong! Classic moral theology teaches us what is called “The Principle of Graduality”. In lay-terms this means that it is true that we might go back and commit the same sin. However, through the grace of the Sacrament of Confession, we will commit less frequent sins and less grave sins! In other words, gradually, with the help of God’s grace the sin can be conquered.

7.THE PRIEST IS TOO BUSY AND I WILL WASTE HIS TIME! Another trick of the devil, the crafty and wily serpent! On the contrary, one of the primary functions of the priest is the ministry of Reconciliation. Saint Paul teaches: “Be reconciled with God. Now is the day of salvation. Put off the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.” (Romans 13: 13) These were the words that led to the conversion of Saint Augustine as he read these words in the Garden! A priest is ordained to preach the Word of God, celebrate the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and to hear confessions and reconcile souls to God. By hearing confessions the priest becomes a better and more holy priest! Go to confession and you will help the priest in his own personal sanctification!

8.I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO CONFESS, OR THE ACT OF CONTRITION??? Lame excuse, the devil behind it! How easy the devil can fill us with useless fears to prevent us from receiving a torrential downpour of graces! Tell the priest your situation and he can help you start and finish! The most important part is confessing your sins, being truly sorry for them, proposing to avoid the near occasion of sin and trusting in the Infinite mercy of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. May the prayer that resounds from our hearts always be JESUS I TRUST IN YOU!!!

9.I AM TOO EMBARRASSED!!! It is interesting how the devil works, his crafty and astute and perverted psychology, but very successful! When the devil tempts us to sin, he takes away our fears and embarrassment. However, once we sin the devil can fill us with so much fear that he actually paralyzes us so that we never make it to the Confessional and therefore become slaves of our sins! Saint Philip Neri was able to actually see the “devil of embarrassment” that prevented souls from receiving the abundant graces of the Sacrament of Confession.

10. I CAN CONFESS DIRECTLY TO GOD, WHY THE PRIEST??? This too is a typical and frequent tactic of the enemy, the tempter, the liar and murderer from the beginning, the devil!(Jn. 8) However, we know as Catholics that Jesus chose priests as the representatives of Christ, the channels of grace and instruments of reconciliation. This Jesus actually did, instituting the Sacrament of Confession, that first Easter Sunday night. The Apostles were in the Upper Room, paralyzed by fear and Jesus came through the wall and said: “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you. And when He said this, He breathed on them and said to them: Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.” (John 20:21-23) Therefore, to be forgiven mortal sins, Jesus instituted the Church and the Sacrament of His forgiveness a mercy to forgive sins and reconcile us to His loving and merciful Heart!

In conclusion, all of us have our fears, our doubts. All of us have many GHOSTS that appear in our lives to paralyze us from approaching the merciful and love Jesus. The worst of all sins is that or LACK OF TRUST in the Infinite MERCY of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Why not overcome the devil of FEAR right now and make the best confession in your life. Jesus invites you right now to trust and not to fear: “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly of heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

By: Father Broom

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My eyes do not leave them. Not even for a mere second… Even if I do not want to admit Jin may be right. I am so into Jeon JungKook but deep in my head a voice tells me I shouldn’t trust him at all. However I am not going to let Jin know that he could shove it through my face. I turn around, arch an eyebrow at him.

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title:  i’ll eat you whole, i love you so
rating: m
pairing: miraxus
for: laxusdreyar who wanted an au of miraxus getting married in secret during the timeskip
found: ff.n and ao3

sum: Being with her the past few months had made him complacent to the concept of the two of them against everyone else, a quiet life spent in the seaside and all ties to the painful past forgotten as time ran. Plans were not his thing but he’d been thinking about forever with her for quite some time now. And they could start that forever, even miles apart. 

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