See, if I knew how I ended up in this position, it’d be easier to explain. But I had no fucking idea, why the literal satan was trying to find me and probably kill me in the most gored way.
Well, at first I thought it was, because I’m a friend of he Winchesters, but why would he kill me because of that? He’d must have a reason to, right? Oh, who am I kidding, it’s Lucifer! For fuck’s sake.
At this point I didn’t know what to do, Castiel wouldn’t answer my prayer nor did Sam or Dean answer my calls. No clue, why. I was on my own in this shit and being just a normal human being, I was helpless. I had no idea how to hide from Lucifer.
He could appear just right now in my living room and I wouldn’t know how to save myself.
How I found out about Lucifer looking for me you may ask. Well, Castiel told me. And I curse him for not helping me out for I don’t know what reason.
He was like “Lucifer is looking for you. Heaven is talking about you. And so are some demons. Blah Blah Blah”
But why, Cas? Why is Lucifer searching for me?!
“Well, well, well.” I turned around my room, looking for the voice that just talked to me. A tall man was leaning against my bookshelf with the most scary but sexy smirk I’ve ever seen. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
Guess, that’s Lucifer then.
“I’ve been looking for you.” he pushes himself off the shelf and walked to where I was standing in the middle of the room. My bones stiff, I couldn’t move and inch. He walked around me, stopping where I couldn’t see him. He pushed my hair to one side and brushed one single finger from my ear to where my neck met my shoulder. “So so beautiful I had toget my hands on you.”
“Why?” I dared to ask and turned my face to look at him, but he walked around on my other side. Putting his finger on my chin and turning my head to where he was standing now.
“I’m obsessed. I want to you all to myself.” his breath fanned over my lips. His eyes scanning my face, lips and back to my eyes, he smirked again. “If you want to, of course.” he chuckled slightly and turned around, walking a bit.
“You know, I’ve been watching you and you’re just so damn beautiful I couldn’t help myself.” he turned back around.
“I-“ I was speechless. I mean, I didn’t get to see that often, Lucifer complimenting someone and that someone being me.
“Come with me and let me make you feel good. Let me make you mine.” he held out his hand and I looked at it. ‘Oh I’m going to be so fucked’ I thought as I grabbed his hand and he pulled me against his chest. With a snap of his fingers we were teleported to some kind of place I’ve never been to before.
But let me tell you, it looked like a mixed between a bedroom and a torture dungeon. A big king sized bed, with red satin sheets and many ozy looking pillows. But then there were those whips and black strings all over the place.
“Lucifer, I’m-“ yet again I couldn’t say anything like a dumb child. I just looked around and then back at him.
“I understand, if you don’t want to, but you can trust me.” I looked at him with an ‘are you fucking serious’ glance and he laughed. “I mean it. Let me show you how much.”
“Okay.” I whispered and Lucifer turned me around to meet his face. He grabbed my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed back hesitating, but after he stroked my hair out of my face, I relaxed and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, trying to pull him closer. His hands roamed over my back and grabbed my ass, hitting it one or two times, making me gasp both times. His tongue slid into my mouth and as it touched mine I felt something I’ve never did before. My hands tangled into his hair, I dragged him further down to me and I walked backwards, as he lead me to the bed.
