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bestialchorus · 2 years

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DATING THE FEMALE RULER OF THE UNDERWORLD WOULD INCLUDE:

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Prologue

-Her taking you on extravagant dates both throughout the underworld and the land of the living. She’s the kind of person to reserve an entire restaurant so you can have the privacy you want. Money means nothing to her, but it is an extension of power she happily uses to make every moment with you a fantasy.

-Her oozing fluid confidence and elegance but you being the only person she feels safe enough to be vulnerable around. While others see an unwavering mask of power, you see the lovely face that lies under it, the face that makes you realize why she was god’s most beautiful angel.

-Her softly purring? The ruler of hell seems to have something akin to a purr whenever you caress her face and she leans into the touch. She will immediately deny that any “sounds or purring” occurred, you pretend to go along with the denial, not wanting to embarrass your ruler…well..not too much at least.

-You are immediately given the title of “Insola”. At first, you have no idea what it means until a follower pulls you aside and explains it’s the Latin word for sun. They see the confusion in your eyes and they spell it out for you, “you feed the ruler’s soul like the sun’s rays feed the plants.” You casually bring up the nickname to her, and you see panic flash behind her eyes for a split second before she responds with a coy answer. You gently hold her face and tell her you love the nickname, only for her to instantly say, “I love you.” The air changes as she takes you into her lap and begins worshipping you.

-Her constantly giving you small gifts which you later find out were her giving you religious offerings. No one has ever received offerings from the ruler of hell (who is essentially a god), but you do because she says you deserve it, saying, “I love and worship you as a devout follower that is both your equal and your worshipper.”

-Whenever you two are intimate, the effect of being so connected to her results in you gaining a very small sample of her abilities for 24 hours straight. You’re essentially able to tell when someone is lying, have people tell you their inner desires without asking, and see in the dark.

-Her spending time with you under a starry sky as she tells you stories about what you would refer to as “heaven” and everything that led her to this moment. She tells you she was the favourite until one day she decided to disobey. She explains she’s never regretted her decision but even more so now because it led her to you.

-She creates a sanctuary for you in hell. You have a luscious garden covered in flowers and plants you’ve never seen before, but they are gorgeous in look, smell, and taste. You love spending hours in your garden, every day you tend to it more and more.

-Whenever a creature is sent to her for sacrifice she gives them to you as a pet. This started with you begging her to allow you to keep a little colt that was offered in her name, your request confuses her, but she allows it because she really can’t say no to you. You’ve started to collect a small zoo of animals that are more than happy to be loved and cared for by you.

-Any physical contact with her sends all of your senses on fire temporarily, it’s a euphoria you’ve never felt before, and it takes some getting used to. You couldn’t help but gasp when she held your hand for the first time.

-Everything about your shared home in hell is like an art gallery come to life. Luxury paints the wall with marble sculptures, fabrics so soft to touch you never knew they existed, pure gold and other brilliant gems accented throughout the space. Despite what should be a clinical atmosphere, you feel nothing but warmth throughout the home, and your bedroom especially as rich reds surround you. You can often hear what you assume to be some sort of demonic opera music coming from your lover’s study.

-Her wearing a rotation of immaculate suits. All are perfectly tailored and handcrafted with the finest materials. They match her various rings and accessories. You tell her one day you wish to match with her and you see the giddiness behind her eyes. The next day you’re gifted with a brand new wardrobe. She never tells you how much it means to her for you both to match but you see it, oh how you see it.

-Her telling you she has very “important” meetings to attend to, only to be told by a follower later on she was asking her council for suggestions on how to make you happier while in hell.

-The fire in hell suddenly turning a colour you’ve never seen before, a brilliant mix of golds, blues, and reds. You find out later on that many of Hell’s landscapes are a direct reflection of the ruler’s emotional state. She tells you one night as you lay in bed, that the fires have changed because she’s fallen for you.

-Her telling you how she can shift into any form you desire, her voice heavy with suggestion. Since day one, she’s been focused on your needs, what makes you feel good, etc. and this is simply another extension of that……but she seems to miss that her being her authentic self through and through is enough. You tell her that you desire what she considers her most authentic form, which makes her tilt her head with surprise, she almost looks self-conscious. She takes a moment and then lets out a heavy breath before physically shifting into another form. You assume this must be the form she was originally created with, it’s similar to the depictions of angels you have in the land of the living but not quite. She’s still humanoid in shape but with a devil-like tail and claw-like harpy feet, her skin is akin to a black and white marble with a few strands of gold that branch out from her golden eyes. She bears brilliantly sharp teeth, gorgeous wings and horns that scream “forest god”. She’s the most beautiful image you’ve ever seen and yet, she sits before you, her posture small and guarded. You stare at her in awe and remind yourself to speak, “You’re perfect.” You say while releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Her head jerks back to your gaze, her eyes asking if you’re serious. You embrace her with a warm hug, and she returns it, her wings wrapping around you as she suddenly feels safer than she ever has. That night you become one with her and feel overwhelming pleasure as golden eyes look back at you; not the eyes of a ruler but the eyes of the soul that perfectly compliments yours.

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bubblegumlover99 · 1 year

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Why have 1 Luci, when you can have 3 Lucis! 😈

Luci belongs to @pearrosite, and Luci belongs to @hey-imma-fangirl, while I own the furry Luci 😂

(And ignore the white block on the bottom left 😅)

#The Cuphead Show #Luci #female Devil #The Devil #It’s a Luci night! 😎

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xinu1941-1966 · 2 years

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まなぐ凧　秋田県湯沢　「まなぐ」は眼の意、図案は般若 MANAGU TAKO AKITA YUZAWA big eyed kite female devil

#female devil #devil #kit e#big eyed #BEM #まなぐ凧 #秋田県 #japan #japanese kite #japanese folk art

#female devil #devil #kite #big eyed #BEM #まなぐ凧 #秋田県 #japan #japanese kite #japanese folk art

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demonangelgirl134 · 1 year

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@bubblegumlover99

#the cuphead show #female devil #genderswap #the devil cuphead #someone else not me

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redshoulder-blog · 8 months

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Two recent drawings, and working on the coloring for both. The second one...well, I hope it doesn't get flagged since there's no genitals on display and no bare breasts either, but I put the black circle just to be on the safe side.

#anime #anime girl #fantasy #anime style #female devil #couple #oc #romance

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thatkarleesidraws · 1 year

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“Why do they say the devil is a gentleman? I’m not gentle and I’m not a man.” — Satan’s a Woman - Twin Temple

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hazaphet · 1 year

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New illustration of my oc Ruby to update the pfp. She's an innocent demon lol.

#digital art #digital painting #digitalart #artists on tumblr #original art #oc #original character #illustration #digital illustration #oc artwork #female drawing #female devil #urban style #comic art #anime art #anime style #small artist

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lonelyugly · 11 months

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New tattoo

#mine #self taught tattoo artist #tattoo #me #june 2023 #i love tattoos #female devil #she’s so beautiful

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dirafames · 6 months

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bluewxrld07 · 3 months

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Kiss Cam (Luke Hughes)

Luke Hughes x female!reader

Warning(s): slight makeup sesh, angst, major fluff, touching without consent, alludes to smut

Summary:In which Luke lets his anger get the best of him.

“Mom I love you, but I have to finish getting ready for the game. We can talk more about it tomorrow.” Y/n sighs, applying mascara to her lashes.

Her phone was on the bathroom counter with mom on speaker phone, mom currently blabbing about something that happened at work that she needed to rant over. “Oh, that’s right there’s a game tonight! Tell Luke and Jack goodluck for me, and I’ll let you go then. Love you!” Her mom’s sweet voice rings in.

Y/n responds back before ending the call, her music coming back on while she used her setting spray to set the rest of her face.

Luke walks into the bathroom behind her a few moments later, setting his sweatshirt on the counter next to her puffer vest for her to wear. He stops and looks her up and down with a slight smirk on his lips.

She wasn’t fully finished getting dressed, only wearing her flare leather pants and a bralette to prevent getting makeup on his clothes. Not that he would’ve minded that anyway, but he wasn’t going to complain about her current outfit.

“What?” She chuckles putting her makeup away when catching his stare in the mirror. His eyes find hers as he walks up behind her with a hum, placing his hands around the front of her waist slowly trailing back and down to grab her ass.

She squeaks at his hands, letting a laugh leave her mouth while his own kisses her collarbone a few times. “I like these pants.”

“Oh you do, do you?” an amused grin on her face. He hums with a nod. “Very much yes. You need to buy more.”

Her eyes roll at his comment before she turns around in his grasp, his hands still going down to her ass when she faces him. Luke looks down at her, taking in the beauty of his girlfriend. She looks down at his lip before lifting herself up a little to place what was supposed to be a chaste kiss.

Luke thought otherwise, humming out a no on her lips to prevent her from breaking away. She giggles at his comment, letting her hands trail up his chest and to the back of his neck and into his curls.

Their lips moving in sync, his tongue finding hers as his hands roam her body. His touches and kisses making her whimper and moan into his mouth.

His hands began to trail from her ass, up to her hips, then to her waist, until they were gripping her breasts. Luke letting his thumb graze over her nipples through the thin fabric.

She breathes out a moan, her head falling back as he plays with them and his lips moving down to her jaw. “Lu,” she pants.

“Hm?”

“We are gonna be late.” She lets out another whimper when he bites down on her sweet spot just in the crevice of the crook of her neck. Y/n musters up the strength to grab his head from her neck, making him look up at her.

His lips now swollen, eyes looking a little glazed over as he gives her a lovesick grin. She places one last soft kiss on his mouth before turning back around to grab his sweatshirt off the counter, putting it over her head.

"Why don't you just wear my jersey again?" he asks as he steps away to watch her in the mirror.

"Because I need to switch it up every so often," she says in a 'duh' tone. "Either way people will know I'm yours if that's your problem with it." she chuckles, watching him roll his eyes.

"Okay yes, but still. You can see my name on it in bigger letters than you can on my sweatshirt."

"The sweatshirt I'm wearing is a player only sweatshirt. Therefore nobody else but players own it, so I think that's pretty self-explanatory." she assures him as she sees his pout begin to form.

Once she puts the vest over her shoulders, she turns around to wrap her arms around his neck. He grabs her waist immediately, looking down at her with a knowing look. "You may be beautiful, but you're sometimes not the brightest." he jokes, earning a slap to the chest as she walks away after his comment. She slips on her heeled boots in the entryway while he slides on his dress shoes.

"Forensic Scientist means dumb to you? I don't think so baby." she shoots back, the boy just shaking his head with a playful scoff.

"Whatever you say, honey. Let's go," he sighs before tapping her bum as she opens the front door.

Once they arrived to the arena, Y/n says her 'hello's to the other players, and Jack of course, then gives Luke his good luck kiss before making her way to the lower bowl to find her seat.

She sets her food and drink down when she finds it, seeing she's in the second row from the glass and gets comfy as she waited for the game to start. Y/n watched as more and more fans began to pile in, some starting to take up spots around the ice to watch warmups.

The warmups probably had to be her favorite part. Getting to see the boys rev up for the game as well as interacting with fans, the younger kids especially. She sometimes would find herself overhearing conversations of parents with their little ones talking about how they will try hard to get puck from a player for them.

So some days she took matters into her own hands, signaled Luke, Jack or one of the other players she knew well to bring her a couple pucks to hand out to the little kiddos. The smiles and reactions on their faces always made her smile too, which is why she loved stepping in to help sometimes.

Before she knew it, the boys were out on the ice doing their routine, kids and other fans buzzing with excitement as they watched the players skate around the ice.

She smiles widely when she sees Luke spot her, the boy giving her a little wink as he stood at the blue line with Dawson. Her little moment with Luke was soon cut short when someone took their seat next to her and settled in, his stare never leaving her side profile.

Y/n slowly turned to look at the Devils fan, the boy looking around the same age as her. He had darker hair that poked out of his backwards hat, bright hazel eyes, chiseled jaw with a little stubble. He supported a Devils Jersey with an 86 on the back of it. He nods at her before speaking.

"Hey," he starts off. She smiles warmly. "Hello." she says before turning back to watching warmups.

Luke was busy doing his routine to notice the boy sitting next to his girlfriend, y/n adjusting herself due to feeling uncomfortable by his stare.

"I'm Micah." he introduces, y/n turning her head back to him with a smaller smile this time. "Nice to meet you Micah." she says in a soft voice, hoping that it sounded both nice and uninterested.

Micah leans towards her a little, making her smile falter a bit and look back at the boys on the ice for a minute. "And you are..?" he trails off, making her insides churn at his desperation.

"Um, I'm y/n," she says in a shorter tone. He nods with a toothy smile.

"Beautiful name for an absolutely gorgeous girl." he says, making her internally roll her eyes. She just nods at him and offers another warm smile. "Thank you."

She watches as he looks her up and down slowly, slowly biting his lip as his eyes find hers. "So what's a girl like you doing sitting here all by herself?" he asks.

"Oh, I'm not alone I'm-"

"It's okay, you don't have to lie and say your friends are coming. I'll take care of you," he winks at her, and places a hand on her thigh with a squeeze. He was making her stomach knot. "Please take your hand off my leg," she says firmly. She feels herself relax when his hand leaves her thigh, her chest feeling tight as he sat closer to her.

Instead of pushing the conversation she purses her lips and looks back at the boys on the ice, hoping to find her boyfriend and her muscles relax when she sees he's already staring at her.

Now many fans that paid attention to the Hughes brothers knew she and Luke were dating. It wasn't like they made it obvious, but they also weren't hiding it either.

His eyes going back between her and the guy next to her with a darker stare than she's used to. He can tell she's uncomfortable when his eyes find hers a second later, and skates closer towards where she's sitting.

Y/n watches as he skates past and gives her a small nod as if asking if she was okay, and nods back at him with a small smile on her lips.

Luke nods back one more time at her before turning back to finish his drills, his head turning back to stare at the guy sitting next to her one last time.

Y/n was happy the guy known as Micah let her be after that, hoping that he noticed she was uninterested and very much taken.

The lights dimmed as the boys left the ice, y/n sitting back in her chair and going onto her phone. Her phone soon buzzed as she began scrolling through Twitter, seeing it was a text from Luke.

from Lu <3

Do you want me to bring you one of my jerseys?

to Lu <3

I'll be okay. I can stand my ground, I promise

from Lu <3

Baby I really think you should take one of my jerseys

to Lu <3

Lu I will look like every other fan who has one here still. It wouldn't matter if I was wearing it or not.

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Y/n rolled her eyes at his actions and no response, knowing he was frustrated by the situation at hand. She wouldn't be able to convince him any other way, him being the stubborn boy he was.

It wasn't that he didn't trust her, he just liked having people know she was his and his only. She would never stop that either, but she just wanted him to understand she can handle situations on her own most times.

Before she knew it, the game had started and that's also when Micah's voice started. He kept trying to talk to her more, explaining the game to her as if she had no idea what was going on. She wanted to move so badly, but knew that that wasn't going to happen.

Y/n just tried her best to act as uninterested as possible to his conversation, the boy obviously not getting the point as time went on.

It also appeared that Luke was getting more and more irritated by Micah's advances.

Y/n often caught him skating by their area and looking directly at the pair sitting next to one another, his expression each time darker and more pissed off than the last.

The one that caught her attention was when Luke looked directly at her, shook his head, rolled his eyes and made a swatting motion at her. It deeply annoyed her that he was getting mad at her when she was making it very clear she wanted nothing to do with the man next to her.

"That call right there is known as icing," Micah begins, leaning towards her and pushing a piece of her hair back. Y/n biting her lip and running a hand through her hair as he keeps his hand on her cheek. "It happens when-"

"Okay look. Micah, is it? Can you please stop explaining the game to me as if I don't get what's going on? I used to play myself, and have a boyfriend who plays it as well. So please just -- stop talking, and stop touching me." Y/n snaps, her facial expressions towards the boy looking like she was ready to bang her head against the wall.

Micah looked stunned for a few seconds, before he smirks and rolls his eyes with a scoff. "If you had a boyfriend, where is he at then?"

Of course that was the only thing he paid attention to. She scoffs at him and looks back to the game.

There was an intermission in between whistles, the ice crew coming to shovel off the ice. Y/n looks up and watches as a kiss cam comes on, happy couples one after the other doing funny or cute kisses.

She looks down at her phone while it goes, not really wanting to be at the game anymore with her boyfriend annoyed at her, and her being annoyed with the guy next to her.

That was until Micah was elbowing her a moment later, the girl looking at him with a scowl evident on her face and he smirks smugly while pointing to the screen. She looks up, and immediately wants to sink into a hole.

Micah and her were on the kiss cam screen.

Micah looks back at her and shrugs. "it's for the views," he says, and she shook her head.

Y/n looks up at the Jumbotron, doing a 'cut' signal with her hand while saying that Micah is not her boyfriend. She began to hold up her sweatshirt, pointing to the number 43 on the arm saying 'boyfriend'.

But before she could finish saying 'boyfriend' Micah tries grabbing her face in a bruising and harsh grasp to pull her in for a kiss. Y/n immediately pushes him away and smacks him hard across the face.

Before she can cuss him out, she hears a loud bang against the glass followed by yells and many fans gasping in shock. Y/n turns to the ice and sees Luke yelling at Micah with Jack and Nico holding him back as if Luke was about ready to break the glass to get to her.

"Get your fucking hands off my girl!" he screams at him. "You grab her like that again and I'll fuck you up, you got that! Get the fuck off of her!! Don't you dare touch her!" Luke continues to yell and cuss as the boys pull him back to the bench.

Luke looks at Y/n and points at her after. "That's why I fucking told you to wear my jersey dammit!" he yells to her, making her stomach drop to her ass out of embarrassment.

Her mouth drops at his reaction, seeing him yell to her once again. "Never fucking listens to me!"

Micah sitting there both in awe and shock by both getting cussed at by Luke Hughes and being smacked by the girl next to him.

Y/n is pushing her way past Micah who is still sitting there dumbfounded, some fans making comments to him saying how shitty it was for him to do what he did.

Y/n kept her head down as she climbed up the stairs, tears in her eyes. One of the security guards she knew very well immediately made her way up to her and pulled her into her arms as they walked.

"Let's get you out of the public eye, hm? Get you down into the tunnel?" she suggest, Y/n nods quietly as she wipes a tear.

When she makes her way to the tunnel she hears the buzzer, signaling the end of the second period. She tells the security guard to grab Jack for her as he walks back to the locker room, the older woman nodding before making her way down the hall.

As she waits for Jack, she manages to take in what just happened.

Micah tried forcing himself on her. Luke cussed him out and almost broke the glass to go after him. Luke yelled at her.

Luke embarrassed her.

Y/n didn't even realize she had tears falling until she saw them fall onto her boots.

"Y/n?" she hears, her head shooting up to see Jack making his way to her with concern on his face. He had his helmet off, stick still in his hand as he approached her.

"Hey," he said as he got to her, pulling her in for a hug first. She hugged him back tightly, sniffling into his shoulder. "You okay?"

She just shook her head as they pulled away. "I've never heard him talk to me like that. Ever. I'm so humiliated." she admits, shaking her head as she wipes her tears.

Jack looks at her with guilt and frustration. "I'm sorry I had no idea he would react like that," he says. "We knew he was bothered by the guy next to you because he wouldn't stop talking about it. But he kept assuring and saying he trusted you to take care of it. Of yourself. He kept saying he knew you could handle it. Next thing we knew he was jumping over the boards and skating towards where you sat. And then you can guess what happened next." he explains, making her nod.

"I just didn't think he would ever talk to me like that." she says in a whisper. "I didn't even know that that guy would grab my face like that." she stutters, letting out a choked sob.

"I should've just listened to Luke and wore his jersey." Y/n says, watching as Jack shook his head. "No don't say what you know would make my brother feel better. He's a piece of shit and a dickbag for saying and reacting how he did. You couldn't have known." Jack assures her, pulling her in for another hug, holding her for longer.

She sniffles and stays silent, Jack pulling away from her as he hears Dawson calling out to him signaling they're going back out in a few.

"I don't want to talk to him for a bit. But I can't go back out there. I don't even think I can show my face out there at all." Y/n explains, Jack nods in understanding.

"I'll make sure he steers clear of you for right now. I'll also be the last one out of the locker room, so I will let one of the trainers know to come grab you to get my keys. You can drive it back to the apartment." he says, making her shake her head and cross her arms.

"Jack are you sure? I can't take your car."

"Y/n/n yes you can. We live in the same complex. Worst case I can always catch a ride with one of the other boys if Luke is still being an ass, so I will be able to get home either way." Jack assures her, the girl contemplating for a minute, then nodding in agreement to his statement.

He kisses her forehead before heading back to the locker rooms, Y/n pulling herself together as she waits silently for one of the trainers. She sees and hears the guys cheering as they head out for the last period, music blaring in the stadium.

She spots one of the trainers walking towards her with a sweet smile, motioning for her to follow behind them to the locker room.

When they get to the entryway, the trainer stops and points to Jack's locker stall. "He said it should be in his suit jacket pocket on the left side." the trainer tells her, y/n nodding as she feels his keys.

As she was about to walk out of the locker room the trainer stops her once more. "Luke also told me to tell you that you can take his key. Since he knows you don't normally bring yours when you drive with him to games." they explain, Y/n feeling her heart clench at his name.

She slowly nods and walks over to her boyfriend's stall and grabbing his apartment key before following the trainer out and towards the garage.

She smiles softly at the trainer before thanking them, then unlocks Jack's car and gets inside.

On the drive home the car is silent, nothing being heard but the rain on the windshield. The radio off due to her not wanting to hear a single thing as she drove home.

The embarrassment she felt from the night was starting to creep up on her, making her just want to crawl up into a ball and live there for the rest of her life.

The facial expression she saw on his face was something she only ever saw when it came to him getting pissed off at another player in the ice, or when he was arguing with Jack. Never did she see it directed towards her. It made her insides burn, her chest feeling tight.

Most of all Y/n felt violated. She had never been grabbed or touched like that, and it scared her that a man would've been desperate enough in a situation to make a move like that guy did.

She let out a sigh as she parked Jack's car in his parking spot in the parking garage, locking it as she made her way up to her and Luke's shared apartment. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, keeping her head low as she made her way through the hallways.

When she saw her familiar doormat outside her apartment, Y/n felt her exhaustion hit. As she unlocked the door, she could hear the patters of the raindrops hitting the windows. The apartment only being illuminated by her golden sunset light in the living room, window cracked open to hear the thunder outside.

She shut the door, and took off her shoes. The tired girl's feet padded down the hall to their shared bedroom, going and taking a seat on their bed as she took a deep breath.

Her phone was buzzing, causing her to turn it over and see what it was.

Luke Hughes loses it over guy in the crowd!

Breaking: New Jersey Devils player, Luke Hughes, almost breaks glass to fight man in stands after putting hands on Hughes' girlfriend!

Devils player Luke Hughes screams at fan in stands after putting hands on Hughes' girlfriend. Soon starts screaming at girlfriend shortly after, causing absolute mayhem in the stands!

After seeing each title and tweet get worse and worse, she immediately puts her phone on Do Not Disturb and puts it face down on the nightstand.

Y/n began taking off her outfit, grabbing pjs and a towel before heading into the bathroom.

Y/n turned on the shower, loving how the warmth felt on her skin and closed her eyes as she stepped in.

Usually she had always taken a post game shower with Luke when they'd gotten home, but she couldn't even fathom to want to be in the same room as him after his outburst.

Sure she understood the one towards Micah, but she still thought she didn't deserve to get the backend of it too.

Y/n also knew that he probably felt like shit after how he acted, and was probably getting an absolute earful from the entire team, the coaches included.

She let the water soak up her scalp, taking a few deep breaths as she stood there. She didn't even know where her head was at. She was still so shocked of the events tonight, but also craved to have Luke holding her. Telling her she would be okay, and that he never meant any of it.

Y/n jumps and gasps when she feel hands slither around her waist, but relaxing when a familiar head of curls is seen in her side view as he hid his face in her neck for a few moments.

The girl fought with herself, wondering if she should just let it happen or push him away, not knowing which would be the better option.

That was until he propped his chin on her shoulder, sniffling a couple times. She stood there tense, staying quiet for a few moments.

"I don't even know where to start," he says, his voice rough. He squeezes her waist, her hands still staying crossed at her chest.

"Well I do know where to start. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Y/n. I have no excuses for the way I spoke to you. You were trying to get him off you, and were clearly uninterested in general. Guy couldn't take a fucking hint," he chuckles bitterly. "In the end, I should not have yelled or screamed at you. You didn't deserve any of that. I can't imagine how embarrassed you felt after that. That's all completely my fault, I couldn't control myself after seeing how uncomfy he kept making you." he sniffles and pauses to press a kiss on her temple.

"I really can't believe I lost it on you. I have no regrets for losing it on that guy, but losing my shit on you I have every regret in the world. I would absolutely go back in time and prevent myself from doing that to you. Without a second thought." he finishes. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I am a dick, and I truly don't expect you to forgive me easily. I embarrassed you, and made it so hard for you to walk back into that arena without wanting to curl up in a ball. If you don't come to some my games for a bit, I get it. I don't blame you."

It's quiet for a few moments after that, Y/n taking that as Luke's speech being finished. She sighs and lets her body relax fully into his own, letting her hands trail down to where his hands are on her waist and wrap hers around his wrists softly.

She caresses the top of his hands with her thumbs. "You're a fucking asshole you know that?" she whispers, shaking her head as she looks down at their hands.

He nods against her shoulder. "More than an asshole honestly." he chuckles, making her muster up the smallest grin.

"You embarrassed me. You humiliated me in front of the entire arena, Luke," she starts. "I wouldn't have been as mad if it were just towards that guy. Yeah I still would've been annoyed, but it was when you started going after me. As if I had been letting it happen." she explains, Luke letting her speak.

"I tried everything in my power to make it known I was uninterested. I tried everything to make it known I didn't want him talking to me. I tried Lu," she says, her voice sounding defeated the last few words.

Luke just nods, saying he knows repeatedly. "Especially when he kept putting his hands on me, I kept telling him to stop and I kept saying no." Y/n says, her voice weak as her lips began to quiver. Luke pulls her in tighter, his heart aching and his anger rising at the guy. He had no right to touch her, and especially when she kept telling him to not touch her.

Luke couldn't imagine what was going through her head during then. It made him feel even worse after hearing how defeated she. sounded.

"Then when he grabbed my face, I felt so violated. Like I couldn't even win even when I kept saying no," she sniffled. "Then when you yelled at me like that, it made me feel like you didn't even care that I was trying my hardest to not let him touch me. When it was so clear I didn't want him to."

Luke raised his head from her shoulder, placing his hands on her hips to turn her so she was facing him. "Look at me." he says softly to her, seeing as she shook her head and kept it staring down at her hands.

He watched as she began to nervously pick ta her fingertips, something she did from anxiety, which made his hands leave her sides and lace his fingers between him own to prevent her from doing so.

"Y/n, baby, look at me." he says, his voice softer than the first time. Y/n mustered the strength to look into his eyes for the first time that evening, seeing his were incredibly bloodshot and swollen.

"Oh Lu," she sighs as she sees his face. He shook his head. "Don't worry about me." he says. "I want you to know that no matter what, I will always care for you. Even when it's so much it seems annoying, I will still be there by your side protecting and caring about you. I care more about you than I do myself." he assures her, making her lips quiver.

"You need to care about yourself too, Luke. Don't beat yourself up when you can't help me with a situation. You have to trust that I can handle it most times on my own." she explains, Luke nodding in agreement with her.

"I get that you were mad and that you were wanting to do anything you could to get to me in that moment, but taking it out on me when you know I'm trying is not the way to go."

Luke puts his head down, nodding once more. "I know. And I'm never going to stop apologizing to you. I wish I could take it back. I wish I could take it all back. I'm so sorry, Y/n/n."

She puts her hands on his cheeks. "I know. But you can't take it back, no matter how much to wish you could. Just learn from it, and move forward. Yeah this was a major bump we will work on fixing, but that is the thing. It's not just going to be you, it's gonna be us." she assures him, watching his eyes find hers again.

"You won't be going through this alone. Yeah I'm hurt. Yeah I'm embarrassed. But that's not gonna stop me from loving you and helping you. We will work on it together, okay?" Y/n caresses his cheeks, watching as he nods.

"I love you. So much. So so much, Y/n. I'm so sorry."

Y/n gives him a smile and nods, leaning her forehead against his own. "I love you too, baby. I know."

He presses his lips on her own cautiously, Y/n feeling his actions. In which she lets her hands find the back of his head and pull him closer to her to make their kiss more passionate.

He hums as their lips move in sync, letting her lead it as he wraps his arms around her figure.

Luke breaks the kiss after a few moments. "Let me start making it up to you right now, yeah?" he pants, and she nods.

"I'm all yours."

That's all Luke needs to hear before he begins his apology to her. Showing her how sorry he is in many different ways.

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hey-imma-fangirl · 2 years

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Luci loves her wife :]

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bestialchorus · 2 years

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DATING THE FEMALE RULER OF HELL INCLUDES: PROLOGUE

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FIRST MEETING:

-First “meeting” when you’re offered as a live sacrifice by a mysterious cult hoping to appease their “god.” Unfortunately for them, but fortunately for you, their god never showed up…..but she sure did. You remember being blindfolded and having a secondary piece of cloth cover up your screams. They tied you to a large wooden stake, chanting in an esoteric language as you feel flickering flames inching toward your flesh. You should have accepted death then and there, but, you just couldn’t; blood rushing through your veins, screaming for survival. Something shifts in the air as you suddenly hear sounds of flesh being gutted and sliced.

A mix of primal fear and confusion floods your system as you clearly make out several figures attempting to run, only to be followed by screams of agony and painful grunts. Just seconds later, all you hear is a series of bodies and chunks of flesh slamming against the ground. Your heart pounds through your ears, adrenaline coursing through you as you breathe shaky breaths. You release an “eep” as you feel someone gently remove you from the stake as if they were floating? But how? You’re taken from the pyre more gently than you’ve ever been touched before, your blindfold and gag are also removed. It takes you a second to adjust to the light but once you do you’re met with the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen. A woman in a suit holds you bridal style, giving the impression that you weigh nothing at all, showing no signs of struggle. She tilts her head as she takes you in, brilliant gold eyes stare through your very soul; sending a chill through you. A small frown appears on her face as she addresses you, her tone filled with conviction, “only pious cretins would dare remove beauty from this realm chasing after falsehoods”. - The statement brings a blush you fail to repress. You then notice what remains of the cult; the sight was a thing of nightmares, a punishment akin to eternal damnation, you immediately try to look away. She notices your discomfort and responds to it, “apologies for the violence. I simply have no patience for false worship….which is ironic coming from me.” She finishes with a feral smirk, taking a moment to ponder. Your heart fails to relax under her grasp. Her voice again somehow catches you off guard, “do you wish to come home with me? I’ll be able to nurse your wounds for the night.” Her tone of voice tells you you have complete agency to reject the offer, but you don’t. She carries you deep into the forest, reaching a monstrous boulder that morphs into a mound of flaming skulls and bones. She tells you not to worry, that no matter what you won’t feel any pain. She was right, she carries you through the bones, and you end up in a black void of a chasm with a large descending spiral staircase. She carries you deeper and deeper. The smell of brimstone started to become more pungent the deeper you went, only for the woman in the suit to take a deep breath in and exhale. You quickly realize the original smell is immediately then replaced with smells of lavender. Was she somehow aware you didn’t like the smell? No, that’s impossible….right?

-At the end of the large staircase lies an underground city as vast as the land above. Unlike the world you knew, this place was entirely made up of rich earth and sturdy rock. As far as the eye can see, there’s a colour palette made up of reds, yellows, black, etc., akin to burning flames and calming sunsets all at once. You see faceless beings walking about; their skin and fashionable robes the colour of charcoal, contrasted by golden crowns they wear on their heads, a small flame hovering above them. You try to avoid their gaze, unsettled by their presence. “Do not worry; they are no danger to you. They work for me. I promise you’re safe here.” She says calmly as she carries you into a building that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but the equivalent of a mansion in this place. The building almost looks like it could be a living creature itself; a giant eye in the middle follows you as you enter the space.

-The mysterious woman takes you into an occult-looking elevator which seems to have some form of consciousness as it begins rising without command. A small bell rings, indicating you’ve reached your “destination.” A luxurious room opens before you; rich reds and blacks cover the space, along with gold relics and treasures that take your breath away. Right in the middle of the room sits a large desk made of dark wood, expensive writing materials on top, with a plush chair behind it; you conclude this must be her study of sorts. The “room” was more the entirety of the floor as you notice halls leading to other spaces. She takes you down a hallway to the right, which leads to a lavish bedroom. She gently lowers you down onto the largest bed you’ve ever seen, which ends up being plusher to the touch than you ever could have believed. Her gaze locks onto yours; she gives you a small smile as she speaks, “still with me? I understand that this place can be kept overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” You suddenly realize you don’t even know the name of the woman who saved you from certain death, “who are you?” You ask, your voice slightly breathy. She responds with a simple, “hmmph” before turning toward a large wardrobe at the end of the room and collecting towels from it. “ I’ve had many names, some I no longer use and some that will stick around for the rest of my existence, I assume.” You start to slowly put the pieces together as you realize just how “deep” in the earth you must be. “Is this…hell?” You ask with a confused tone, slightly nervous about the answer you’ll get. She brings you a small stack of towels, each with an intricate crest you’ve never seen before. “Well….we personally prefer to call it the underworld down here. But yes, this is in fact, hell; or the inferno for those who prefer dramatics.” She answers nonchalantly as she grabs a robe off a nearby hook. You quickly blink a few times, the weight of the response becoming heavier by the second as your thoughts start to race, (will she let me leave? Am I able to leave? Does the fact that I’m here mean I’m dead???). She must take note of the fear behind your eyes as she places a hand over your own; the contact sets a jolt through your system (as if you weren’t just being carried by her just a minute ago). “I meant what I said; you’re just here so I can nurse your wounds for the night, and tomorrow morning I’ll bring you back home. You are not a prisoner here; you’re my guest.” The statement visibly eases some of your anxiety which brings a small smile to her face. She picks up the towels and robe and hands them to you, removing her hand from your skin in the process which you can’t help but miss. She leads you to a nearby bathroom, somehow setting the exact temperature of water you love in the shower, giving you some alone time, and closing the door behind her. The warm water washes over you, soothing your system enough that you almost forget you’re literally in hell, but you’re quickly reminded once you leave the bathroom in a silk robe. The woman has set up a small seat by the bed as she motions you over.

-The bed dips below you as you lay down. Her voice is soft as she speaks, “please relax.; I’m going to tend to your physical wounds first.” Your muscles can’t help but tense up a bit down as her hands hover over your ankles, lightly brushing against them as they begin to glide up your legs. You can’t see how your wounds start to disappear as she moves over them, but you do feel the relief where pain once was. Something you do notice is how your healer’s intense gaze suddenly looks away whenever she hovers over any intimate spots; you wonder if the pink in her cheeks is just a trick of the light….yes, that must be it. You chide yourself for having such juvenile desires; you hope she can’t notice how warm your skin has become under her touch. You’re not sure what makes the air feel heavier, the silence or the intimacy of the moment.

-Words leave your lips before you can stop them, “Do you know the devil?” Your eyes widen, but the woman over you simply grins, flashing a brilliant canine. “Are you interested in meeting the devil, my dear?” Her playful tone sends a shiver through you, but you answer her honestly, “I just can’t help but wonder what the ruler of this place could possibly look like now.” The woman meets your gaze, a mischievous spark behind them, “Well, if there’s one thing I can tell you, the devil is as unsavoury as they come. You wouldn’t want to meet them. Plus, I hear they love luring unsuspecting maidens into their lair.” She bites back a smile as she finishes. A pregnant pause fills the air as it finally hits you. “It’s you.” You instinctively sit up as she allows you to have the space you need. She gives you a small nod before confirming your statement, “yes. I am in fact what you call the devil. I am the one who rules over this land.”

-“B-but you look so human, you don’t even have any-“

“Horns? Red skin? A giant fork?” She says with a small giggle, finding your disbelief quite endearing. You can’t help but feel embarrassed by how childish you must sound, wishing you’d be sucked into the bed. She leans back into the chair, crossing her arms, “I’m sorry to disappoint.” She says lightly, flashing you that brilliant smile. You frantically wave your hands in front of you, “ oh no! I’m not disappointed at all! I’mjustsuprisedconsideringyousavedmeoutofnowhereandthenalsohappentobeattractiveandnowimramblingrightIdontmean-“, The “devil” gently leans in and places a finger over your mouth, putting a stop to your anxious rambling. It feels like time stops as she speaks, “I’m simply being humorous. It’s nearly impossible to offend me.” You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. She raises a perfect eyebrow at you before continuing, “forgive me for being direct, but I also find you quite attractive, my dear.” Your breath hitches as your eyes lock.

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