#bluebnnets

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            this was, without a doubt, one of kareem’s most cherished gags. with the influence of religion waning in modern times, very rarely did he have the opportunity to corner someone in an empty church... yet today he couldn’t help himself but to head over to this particular chapel, don the priest’s attire, and simply wait. unfortunately he was unable to know why or when something was going to happen, just that this was a place he needed to be. it was lucky that the storm currently raging on outside began shortly after he arrived, massier had never been a patient demon. even more so that the drenched girl, who was currently waiting at one of the front pews for his return, pulled into a parking only half an hour after the thunderstorm began. as he returned with a towel for her, he couldn’t help but notice the way her clothes clung to her body.    “here, this should help.”   words are accentuated with a chuckle as his voice is laced with faux kindness.   “i’m so glad i stayed late today... i hate the idea of you having to drive farther in this storm.”

addison hums at the familiarity in daisy's touch as she pulls her out of her boxers, small hand gripping comfortably around the thick shaft of addison's hung cock. "i wouldn't be surprised if she didn't," the redhead chuckles. "your pussy's just as good when you're sleeping, trust me." she and her housemates often didn't even bother waking daisy up when they wanted to use her in the middle of the night, instead just shifting her a bit and sinking their cocks inside her sleeping body for a slow, easy fuck. daisy’s more than awake now, though, and addison bites her lip as her cock is engulfed in the heat of her mouth, the girl's lips sliding down, down, down. "oh my god," the redhead says, groaning as daisy reaches deep enough she's lightly gagging herself on addison's cock in her throat. addison takes an idle sip of her coffee. "good morning to you, too. you're going to get this whole thing on the first try soon, aren't you? before you know it we'll have that tight little throat nice and fuckable for all of us to use…"

he opens the glass and metal door to his coffee shop (it’s a small, dinky thing sandwiched between an insurance building and a shoe store), and the little bell jingles, signaling his arrival. the shop is a 24/7 establishment, and lucifer is always there at 1 am, on the dot. he walks up to the counter and asks for his usual: a large black coffee, fresh, and hot as possible. while the barista, the one with bags beneath her eyes, pours his cup, he looks around the shop. the green paint on the walls is peeling, exposing the skeleton of the building. a few of the framed prints are crooked and a fine layer of dust pixelates the images. his eyes land on his usual table; a small wooden set right by the big window, beneath the glowing open sign. and to his surprise, someone is sitting in his chair, right next to the glass.

lucifer takes his coffee, naked fingers feeling the delightful burn of hot ceramic, and walks to his spot. footsteps loud on the creaky wooden floors, he lets it be known that he’s walking their way. a cocky grin appears on his mouth when he sets his mug on the table with force. the coffee splashes, droplets splattering on the table, steam rising and curling from the mug. loudly, lucifer drags a chair from another table not too far away, and brings it to a halt right across from the spot thief. he plops down, elbows on the tabletop, and he watches them for a moment. what smug little bitch thought they could take his spot? did they have a god complex? did they know who he was?

❝  listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.  i learned how to deal with it but…you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you.  ❞

❛  maggie,    ❜   he sighs,  palms folding over hers.   he brings them up to his cheeks,  leaning into them with closed eyes.   sometimes he forgets how warm another person can feel.   how alive.   but maggie   -    she’s so alive it burns. he felt it the moment he met her   &    since then,  found a new purpose that wasn’t just... living through day to day.   a reason to keep going even if it meant walking through hoards of hungry teeth.