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(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

Chapter 99: Tonight

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Toji angled your head with a gentle hold of your chin. “You look so cute like this, I would draw you too if I could.” He chuckled before kissing you with the kind of sweetness that had you going crazy.

The whole thing was making you crazy.

Being surrounded by your alphas always made you feel like you were drowning in the best way possible.

You wanted more. You pressed your legs together, trying to quell the desire that burned between them.

Toji let out a low growl as your lust touched his nose first. “Can I?” he questioned while licking his lips. He looked hungry for something else, eyes jumping back and forth from your eyes and your thighs.

“Yes- please, Toji.” You crave more…and you'd be lying if you said all this teasing wasn't getting to you. Your other alphas danced around your scent glands, teasing you before backing off. They were taking this slow thing seriously, edging you on without giving you what they knew you wanted. It was starting to make you insane.

Toji had pushed you back into Gojo, who wrapped his arms around your midsection. Your other two boys helped you reposition so that your legs were over Toji’s shoulders once he lay upon his stomach. A new wave of excitement had you squirming; you were just as eager to have Toji’s lips on you, and that devious fucking tongue that had you crying.

“Ah~ she's so excited.” Gojo chuckled against your ear.

“Mm, that's so cute.” Getou moved to take your lips for his own.

You moaned within your kiss, threading your fingers into his long hair. In the beginning, you asked for slow and sweet, and now you want wild and passionate.

You don’t make the rules, that's just showbiz baby.

“I want these.” Sukuna went to snatch off your panties, but Toji stopped him.

“No- these are too cute, she has to keep them on…” Your alpha pushed the fabric to the side before placing a soft kiss upon you.

The small touch made you groan, your hips tensing, wanting more. But Toji was in no hurry… His tongue and lips were soft and agonizingly slow. It was unbelievably sexy the way he kissed and licked you with a sensual kind of passion.

The wild lustful part of you wanted him to DEVOUR you! You needed more! Your hips lift with greed, but someone held them down.

“Oh, nah ah-” Sukuna growled at you, “- you said you wanted this shit slow.”

You groan pulling from Getou’s lips, “Sukuna~ please~!”

Your sadistic fiend chuckled darkly, “Now you want it brat? You want me to rip your clothes off and fuck you into a mess?”

“Y-yes, please give me your knot alpha, both of them~.”

Sukuna needed to do just that, but his wants outweighed his needs. “We will get there, don’t worry.” He promised, but he wasn’t going to give it to you now.

He was being petty, and you knew it. Damn sensitive ass bi- “Suguru~” You cried to your next alpha, hoping to sway him.

However, he only chuckled, kissing your lips sweetly. “Hush now greedy girl.”

“Mmm~” You let out a whiny moan as you reached for Toji’s hair, ready to yank him close and ride him until the sun came up.

But Getou grabbed your hand, “Now now, don’t be spoiled.” he placed a sweet kiss on your hand. “Be a good girl and take it just like that…”

“I-i can’t-”

“Yeah… I think I like this slow stuff princess.” Sukuna purred, loving seeing the way you whimpered and whined.

Toji slid two fingers inside you… curling them gently and thrusting them in you, when he felt your flutters, he pulled back, not allowing you to embrace your orgasm.

You groaned and whined, trying to meet his fingers, but he shushed you, “Shh…It'll feel so good if you don't rush it baby. Let daddy take his time.”

“Maybe if you didn’t spoil her.” Sukuna snorted.

“Sukuna, weren’t you just trying to rush things?“

“Maybe you are spoiled too.”

“Shut up, I’m different.”

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✨ A new character is stepping into my little corner! ✨ Thank you so much for bringing Lucifer to my page—I’ve been waiting for this! 💖

I hope I did everything right. This one turned out a bit fluffier than my other stories (I think), with healing moments. 🥰 Please enjoy the fluffy smut part… (🍋 is the signal if you want to skip that). Chapter 7 will be back to normal!

Fallen wings found love I Lucifer x Male!Reader

CW: Fallen angels, violence, abuse of power, gore, blood, injury, mutilation, sexual content, sexual themes, explicit sex, broken wings, emotional trauma, grief, loss, parental issues, manipulation, angst, mature themes, language, death. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Word Count: ~4.2k

𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎

𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎

Chapter 1: The Fall

The sky had never felt so cold.

“Y/N,” Michael’s voice thundered through the marble halls, and you felt your wings draw in involuntarily. “You stood closer to Lucifer than any other angel. You were his right hand, his confidant, his best friend.”

“I still am,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

“Then explain to us,” Michael stepped closer, his presence crushing, “how you supposedly failed to notice what was going on between him and that… mortal.”

Lilith knelt beside Lucifer, her hands clasped together. She was trembling, but her gaze was defiant. Lucifer himself held his head high, his golden eyes burning with determination.

“I noticed,” you said calmly. “Of course I noticed.”

A collective gasp went through the assembly of archangels.

“You knew?!” Gabriel stepped forward. “You knew that Lucifer was violating divine order and you stayed silent?”

“Divine order,” you repeated, sharpness creeping into your voice, “the one that claims love is the highest good? Or do you mean a different order? One that arbitrarily decides who is allowed to love whom?”

“Silence!”

“No!” Lucifer jumped up, placing himself protectively in front of you. “Y/N did nothing wrong! He only—”

“He lied. By omission,” Michael interrupted coldly. “He betrayed his duty to Heaven.”

“My duty,” you said quietly, yet every word echoed through the hall, “has always been to my friends. To truth. To love. If that is betrayal, then I am guilty.”

Lilith’s eyes filled with tears. “Y/N, please… you don’t have to fall with us. Tell them you didn’t know. Save yourself.”

You looked down at her, then at Lucifer. Your best friend. The angel you had spent millennia with—laughing, arguing, dreaming.

“No,” you said simply. “If you fall, I fall with you.”

“Y/N—” Lucifer’s voice broke.

“So be it,” Michael proclaimed. “Lucifer Morningstar, Lilith, Y/N—you are hereby banished from Heaven. For all eternity.”

The ground beneath your feet began to shatter.

The fall was indescribable. Divine wrath materialized like blades of light. Your wings—your beautiful, powerful wings—were seized by an invisible force and twisted. They were torn apart, their bones shattered and reassembled incorrectly.

Your scream tore through the air.

“Y/N!” Lucifer’s voice, somewhere above you.

Then—impact.

You awoke in a world of red and black. Lucifer knelt beside you, his face streaked with tears.

“Y/N! Y/N, please, wake up!”

You tried to sit up—and fresh pain exploded through your body. Your wings hung limp and twisted from your back, bones protruding through the skin.

“Can I…” Your voice was barely a rasp. “Can I still fly?”

The silence was answer enough.

“I’m so sorry,” Lucifer sobbed. “This is all my fault.”

“No,” your voice contradicted. “It was my choice.”

But a small part of you—a part that grew with every painful breath—already regretted it.

Chapter 2: Years of Bitterness

The first millennia in Hell were an adjustment.

Lucifer and Lilith built their kingdom, and you were at their side. Always. You learned to hide your crippled wings beneath long coats. The constant pain became background noise to your life.

Your charm and wit—once famous in Heaven—became your armor. When the Hell Lords grew unruly, you silenced them with a single sharp remark. When bureaucracy threatened to suffocate everything, you navigated it with elegance and a pointed smile.

“Y/N could convince the Devil himself to sell his soul,” Lilith joked once.

“Darling,” your voice replied dryly, “I already work for him. Convincing wasn’t necessary.”

And then came Charlie.

“Hello, little princess,” you whispered when Lilith first placed the baby in your arms. Charlie grabbed your finger and squeezed it tight. “I’m your Uncle Y/N. And I will always be here for you.”

It was a promise you would keep.

Charlie grew quickly. A baby, then a toddler, toddling through the palace halls.

“Uncle Y/N! Uncle Y/N! Look!” Charlie ran toward you, stumbled—and Lucifer caught her.

“Careful, duckling,” he laughed. “What did you want to show Y/N?”

“I can make fire!” A tiny flame flickered above her palm.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” You knelt, your wings protesting. “You’re so talented, Charlie.”

Lucifer watched you with a soft smile. “You’re so good with her.”

“She’s easy to love.”

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Just as Charlie could really speak, you sat together by the window.

“Uncle Y/N, why do some demons wear masks?”

“Because they’re afraid to show their true face,” you explained. “Some think they can only be loved if they hide.”

“That’s sad.” Charlie leaned her head against your shoulder. “I would love them anyway.”

“You have the biggest heart I know.”

“Are you afraid to show your true face?”

The question caught you off guard. “I… sometimes. Yes.”

“But I love you anyway!” Charlie hugged you. “Daddy and Mommy do too!”

If only it were that simple.

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Eventually, Charlie began asking difficult questions.

“Why do Mom and Dad fight so much?”

“Adults argue sometimes,” you replied carefully.

“But Mom… she’s gone so often.” Charlie’s voice was small.

It was true. Lilith spent more and more time away from the palace.

“She has a lot to do,” your voice lied.

“Do you think it’s because of me?”

“No!” You pulled her into an embrace. “Charlie, no. You are perfect. This has nothing to do with you.”

She cried against your shoulder, and you held her as your wings trembled with suppressed rage.

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Charlie was grown when it happened.

She had kept the playfulness, the joy of a young adult. She still laughed too loudly, still dreamed too big.

That morning, the palace woke to screaming.

“SHE’S GONE!” Lucifer’s voice echoed through the halls. “LILITH IS GONE!”

You ran to her bedroom. Lucifer knelt on the floor, a letter in his hands.

“She left me,” he whispered, broken. “She says… she can’t do this anymore.”

“Charlie,” your voice said immediately. “Where is Charlie?”

“In her room.”

You found her curled up, already crying.

“She’s gone, isn’t she?” Charlie sobbed.

“Yes,” you said softly, pulling her into your arms. “Yes, sweetheart.”

“Why? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing.” You held her tight. “You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

“Will you leave too?”

“Never.” It was the only thing you were certain of. “I will always be here, Charlie. Always.”

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The weeks that followed were hell.

Lucifer didn’t leave his room. Charlie tried to talk to him, but he didn’t respond.

So you took over. Everything.

Ruling Hell. Comforting Charlie. Pacifying the Lords. Keeping the bureaucracy running.

You barely slept. You barely ate. Your wings hurt constantly.

But your wit never failed. When an overlord complained, you smiled coolly and said, “How charming that you believe your opinion is relevant. Please sit down before you hurt yourself.”

“Uncle Y/N, you look awful,” Charlie remarked one evening.

“Darling, I always look fabulous. This is just my ‘I’ve kept Hell running’ look.”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“Sleep is for the weak.”

“Y/N—”

“Charlie, I’m fine.” You weren’t. “Someone has to keep this place together.”

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It took six months before Lucifer reappeared.

You were in your office, surrounded by stacks of paper, when the door opened.

“Lucifer,” you said neutrally, not looking up.

“I wanted to apologize.” He stepped closer. “For everything.”

“For what?” Your voice sounded indifferent, but anger boiled inside you. “For drowning in self-pity for six months while I kept your kingdom from collapsing?”

“For disappearing. For leaving you to do everything alone. For abandoning Charlie.”

“She asked for you,” your voice said quietly. “Every day. She stood outside your door and cried. And you said nothing.”

“I couldn’t—”

“I know.” You stood up, your wings drawing together painfully. “You couldn’t. Because you were too busy pitying yourself.”

He flinched. “Y/N, that’s not fair—”

“Fair?” A bitter laugh escaped you. “You want to talk about fair? Fair would have been you being there for your daughter. Fair would have been Lilith staying. Fair would have been me still being able to fly!”

The last words came out like a scream.

“Your wings,” he whispered. “Y/N, I know—”

“You know nothing!” Tears burned in your eyes. “You don’t know what it’s like to wake up with this pain every day. Every day being reminded of what I lost. And why.”

“For me,” he said softly.

“And look where it got me.” You laughed bitterly. “I hold your kingdom together while you fall apart. I comfort your daughter while you hide. I sacrifice my health, my sanity, everything—and for what?”

“Y/N, please—”

“Go. Go back to your room, or go out there and finally take responsibility. But leave me alone.”

Silence. Then footsteps retreating.

When the door closed, you sank into your chair and let the tears fall.

Chapter 3: Slow Reconnection

But Lucifer did not return to his room.

In the weeks that followed, he began to take responsibility again. He attended meetings, made decisions, spoke with Charlie.

And he watched you.

The way you put the Lords in their place with a smile and a sharp remark. The way you made Charlie laugh even on her darkest days. The way you held everything together—even when you yourself were falling apart.

“Dad and I had lunch together today!” Charlie beamed. “He told me stories!”

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart,” you said honestly, still flipping through reports.

“He also asked about you. He says you’re avoiding him.”

“I’m busy,” your voice replied without looking up.

“Y/N…” Charlie sat down on your desk and forced you to look at her. “I know you’re angry. But… you don’t have to carry everything alone.”

“Who else is supposed to carry it?”

“Dad. Me. We can help.”

“Charlie, I—”

“Please. At least talk to Dad. He’s really trying.”

You sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

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The conversation happened in the library.

“You’re hiding,” Lucifer said.

You didn’t look up from your book. “I’m reading. It’s a library. That’s the point.”

“You’re hiding. Just like I did.” He sat across from you. “Y/N, I know I did many things wrong. But… let me try to make them right.”

“How?” Your voice was sharp. “By suddenly deciding to be present? That doesn’t erase the last six months.”

“I know.” His voice was quiet. “But I want to start. Now.”

“Lucifer…” You closed the book. “I’m tired. So incredibly tired.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t.” The words exploded out of you. “I’m tired of being strong. Tired of holding everything together. Tired of pretending it doesn’t hurt!”

“Y/N…”

“And every time I look at you and Charlie—I’m reminded of what I lost! I sacrificed everything for you. My wings. My home. My future. And Lilith just left. Just like that!”

“I’m so sorry—”

“I know!” Tears streamed down your face. “But that doesn’t change anything! It doesn’t change that she left us! It doesn’t change that my wings are broken! It doesn’t change that part of me hates you for it!”

The last words were barely a whisper.

Lucifer stood, then knelt in front of you. “I know an apology isn’t enough. But Y/N… you’re not alone. I see you. I see what you sacrificed. I see what you do every day.”

“Lucifer…”

“And I will spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of it. Your sacrifice. Your friendship. Your trust. All of it.”

You looked into his eyes and saw real remorse. Real regret. Real… affection?

No. You’re imagining it.

“Okay,” you finally said. “Okay. We can try.”

It wasn’t forgiveness. Not yet. But it was a beginning.

Chapter 4: Shifting Feelings

The months that followed were different.

Lucifer was present. Took responsibility. Spent time with Charlie.

And spent time with you.

“You’re staring,” you said one evening without looking up from your documents.

“I’m admiring,” Lucifer corrected. “There’s a difference.”

“Oh? And what exactly are you admiring so intensely?”

“The way you destroyed that overlord today. ‘How charming that you think your incompetence is my problem.’ Brilliant.”

You couldn’t suppress a smile. “He was insistent.”

“You were magnificent.” Lucifer leaned back. “Do you remember in Heaven when you convinced Gabriel that clouds were actually sheep?”

You laughed—a real, full laugh. “He tried to shear them for two weeks! Michael was furious.”

“You were brilliant. Charming. Witty. Absolutely irresistible.” His eyes softened. “You still are.”

The air between you shifted. You cleared your throat and focused back on the papers. “The reports won’t wait—”

“They can.” He stood, stepped closer. “Y/N, when was the last time you took a break?”

“I don’t need—”

“Yes, you do.” His hand rested on your shoulder. “Does it hurt? Your wings?”

“Always,” your voice admitted, still not looking up. “They hurt constantly.”

“May I try to help?”

After a moment’s hesitation, you nodded.

Lucifer positioned himself behind you, his hands hovering near the base of your wings. Then he touched you. Gently, his fingers began to massage the tense muscles. Warm magic flowed from his hands.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped you.

“Does that hurt?”

“No… it feels good.” You let the papers slip from your hands.

His hands continued, finding every knot, every tension. “Why didn’t you ever ask for help?”

“Because I thought I had to do it alone.”

“You don’t.” His voice was at your ear. “Not anymore.”

The closeness, the warmth, his touch—it was too much and not enough all at once.

“Lucifer…”

“I missed you,” he whispered. “Your closeness. The way you laugh. The way you are with Charlie. The way you can silence a room with just one look.”

Your heart raced, but you pushed the feeling aside. He was still grieving. He just wanted comfort. It meant nothing.

“You’re particularly sentimental today,” you said lightly.

“I’m honest.” His hands stilled. “Y/N… I need to tell you something.”

“What?” You didn’t turn around.

He hesitated. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

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The weeks passed. Lucifer became more attentive. Brought you coffee in the mornings. Took over meetings so you could rest. Sat quietly with you when words were too much.

You didn’t notice. Not really.

You were too busy keeping Hell running. Helping with Charlie’s hotel. Making sure you didn’t fall apart.

“He’s in love with you, you know,” Charlie said one day.

“What?” You looked up from your desk. “Who?”

“Dad. He’s in love with you.”

You laughed. “Charlie, no. He’s still grieving your mother. He’s just looking for—”

“It’s been over seven years since Mom left,” Charlie interrupted. “And I know my father. The way he looks at you… that’s not grief. That’s love.”

“You’re mistaken.”

“Am I?” She smiled knowingly. “Pay attention. How he looks at you when you’re not looking. How he finds reasons to be near you. How he smiles when you enter a room.”

“Charlie, I don’t have time for—”

“That’s exactly the problem.” She stood. “You’re so busy taking care of everyone else that you don’t see when someone wants to take care of you.”

She left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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But you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You began to watch. And Charlie was right.

The way Lucifer’s face lit up when you entered a room. The way his eyes followed you. The way he found reasons to touch you—a hand on your shoulder, fingers brushing your arm.

And the thought terrified you.

Because a part of you—a part you had ignored—felt the same.

Chapter 5: Cautious Steps

The following weeks were a careful exploration.

Holding hands. Stolen kisses. Moments of closeness that slowly dismantled the walls you had built around your heart.

One morning, you found a package on your desk.

“What’s this?”

“Open it,” Lucifer encouraged, leaning in the doorway.

A pillow. Ergonomically shaped, covered in glowing runes.

“For your wings,” he explained. “I worked with ancient texts. The runes should ease the pain. It’s not perfect, but…”

“Lucifer.” Tears burned in your eyes. “This is… thank you.”

“I would give you Heaven back if I could.” He stepped closer. “Until I can, I’ll give you this.”

You pulled him into a kiss—soft, full of unspoken gratitude.

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Another time, you found him flipping through photo albums.

“Memories?”

“Yes.” He pointed to a picture—Charlie as a toddler, in your arms. “You were always so good with her. From the very beginning.”

“She makes it easy.”

“No.” He looked at you. “You make it look easy. But I know how much work it was. How much you sacrificed.”

“She’s worth it.”

“So are you.” He stood, stepped closer. “Y/N, you give so much. When do you let someone give something back to you?”

“I don’t know how,” your voice admitted quietly.

“Then let me show you.” His hand brushed your cheek. “Step by step.”

The air crackled between you.

“Lucifer…”

“I know. We have time.” He kissed your forehead. “All the time in the world.”

Chapter 6: Unfolding Love

The weeks that followed were a revelation.

Lucifer brought you coffee every morning—perfectly prepared, exactly how you liked it.

“You don’t have to—”

“I know.” He kissed you gently. “But I want to. Let me take care of you.”

It felt strange. After millennia of caring for others, you didn’t know how to let yourself be cared for.

But slowly, you learned.

“How are your wings today?”

“Better. The pillow really helps.”

“Good.” His hand found yours. “I’m working on something better. Real healing, if it’s possible.”

“Lucifer, you don’t need to—”

“Yes.” His gaze was serious. “You sacrificed so much. For me. For Lilith. For Charlie. The least I can do is help you get something back.”

Tears filled your eyes. “Thank you.”

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One evening, he massaged your shoulders while you pored over reports.

“You work too much.”

“Someone has to.”

“I’m here. I can take on more.” His hands drifted lower, to the base of your wings. “You carry too much alone.”

You flinched as he touched the sensitive spot.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pulling his hands back.

“No, it’s just…” You turned to face him. “They’re very sensitive. Painful.”

“I know.” Guilt darkened his eyes. “And it’s my fault.”

“It was my decision.”

“A decision you made for me.” He knelt before you. “Y/N, I’ll spend the rest of my life making that right.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Yes.” His hands took yours. “Because I love you. And love means being there. The way you were always there for me.”

You pulled him up and kissed him—deeper this time, with need.

“Stay with me tonight,” you whispered against his lips.

His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” For the first time, you were completely certain. “I’m ready.”

────୨ৎ────🍋

In his bedroom, the air was thick with tension.

Candles cast dancing shadows across the walls. Lucifer stood before you, golden eyes full of affection and desire.

“We don’t have to—” he began.

“I know.” You pulled him closer. “But I want to. I want you.”

“I want you too,” he said roughly. “So badly. But your wings… how can we—”

“I’ll be on top,” you said softly. “Lying on my back would hurt too much.”

Understanding—and even more love—flickered in his gaze. “Of course. Whatever you need.”

He kissed you—desperate, hungry, full of millennia of longing. His hands undressed you, trembling slightly.

“I waited so long,” he murmured against your neck. “So many years thinking I could never have you like this.”

“You’ve always had me,” you replied. “Always, Lucifer.”

When your clothes fell and your damaged wings were revealed, his breath caught. You flinched instinctively.

“They’re ugly,” you whispered. “I understand if—”

“No.” His voice broke. Tears filled his eyes. “No, my love. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

His fingers traced the scarred bases as if they were the most precious thing in the world.

“These scars show how far you went for love. For me.” His voice was barely a whisper. “You are the bravest, most beautiful being I’ve ever known.”

“Lucifer,” you sobbed, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you as you both cried.

“I love you,” he whispered again and again. “Every part of you. Every perfect, scarred, beautiful part.”

You kissed him again, pushing him toward the bed. He fell back, pulling you with him.

“Show me,” he whispered. “Show me what you need.”

You knelt over him, hands on his chest. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” His hands rested on your hips. “I’m yours.”

With trembling hands, you undressed him. Each piece of clothing fell accompanied by kisses—his chest, his neck, his lips.

When you were both naked, you hesitated. “I… it’s—”

“For me too.” A gentle smile. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Lucifer reached for the oil he had prepared.

“May I?” he asked softly.

You nodded and lay beside him. His oil-slick fingers found you, touching you with such tenderness that you moaned.

“Relax,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

Slowly, carefully, he prepared you. One finger, then two—stretching you gently while his other hand stroked your body, grounding you.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” you gasped. “More. Please.”

A pleasant tingle ran through you. Warmth. Comfort. You had never felt like this before.

A third finger. The stretch was intense—but good. So good.

“I think you’re ready,” he whispered after a while.

You positioned yourself over him. Your wings trembled slightly, but the pain was manageable.

“Sure?” Lucifer asked once more.

“Absolutely.”

You guided him to your entrance and slowly lowered yourself onto him.

The pressure was intense. The stretch burned—but it felt right.

“Oh God,” Lucifer gasped, hands gripping your hips. “Y/N…”

“I know,” you whispered, tears streaming—not from pain, but emotion. “I feel it too.”

When you were fully seated, you paused, letting you both adjust.

“You feel perfect,” he murmured. “So perfect.”

Slowly, you began to move. Finding a rhythm. Each motion sent waves of pleasure through you.

“Lucifer,” you moaned.

“I’m here.” His hands guided you. “I’ve got you.”

The angle was perfect. Every movement hit that spot inside you that made you gasp.

“God, yes,” you panted. “Right there.”

“Here?” He thrust upward, deeper.

You cried out in pleasure. “Yes! Yes, right there!”

One of his hands moved to your length, stroking you with firm, loving precision.

“I love you,” Lucifer gasped, moving in rhythm with you. “I love you so much.”

“Show me,” you whispered. “Show me how much.”

He thrust harder. His hand moved faster. The combination was overwhelming.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured. “Above me. Moving on me. Perfect.”

Tears streamed down both your faces. Millennia of suppressed feelings exploded in that moment.

“I waited so long,” you sobbed. “Wanted this for so long—”

“Me too.” His free hand clasped yours. “Me too, my love.”

The pressure built. Faster now. More intense.

“Lucifer, I—” Your voice broke.

His thrusts became desperate. His hand moved faster.

“I’m scared,” you suddenly confessed, your movements faltering.

“Of what?” His eyes found yours.

“That I’ll wake up. That this isn’t real.”

“It’s real.” He pulled your hand to his heart. “Feel that? It beats for you. Only for you.”

“Promise me,” you sobbed. “Promise you’ll stay.”

“I promise.” His voice was unwavering. “Forever. Nothing will ever tear us apart.”

You kissed him desperately and began moving again—faster, harder, needier.

“I love you,” he gasped. “I love you, I love you—”

He thrust so deep you cried out. His hand moved perfectly.

“Do you feel me?” he panted. “Do you feel how real this is?”

“Yes!” you screamed. “God, yes!”

“Then let go,” he whispered. “Fall with me.”

The emotions, the sensations, his words—it was too much.

“Lucifer!”

Your climax tore through you like a storm. Your body tensed, shaking uncontrollably as you came over his hand and chest, waves of pleasure crashing through you.

“Y/N!” His own cry broke as you clenched around him, and he came with a sob, filling you with warmth.

The peak seemed endless. Wave after wave of bliss. Tears. Sobs. Overwhelming love.

When it finally faded, you collapsed onto his chest. Both crying. Both shaking. Both complete.

“That was…” you began.

“I know,” he whispered, arms wrapping around you. “I know, my love.”

“I love you,” you sobbed against his chest.

“I love you too.” He kissed your hair. “Forever.”

You stayed like that, still joined. After a while, he carefully withdrew and cleaned you both.

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

“Forever,” you promised.

“Forever,” Lucifer repeated, pulling a blanket over you.

In his arms, for the first time since the Fall, you felt truly home.

Chapter 7: Healing and Hope

The healing sessions began the next day.

Lucifer prepared a room—ancient books, magical artifacts, a comfortable couch.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Nervous,” you admitted. “But yes.”

His hands began to glow with golden magic. “Tell me immediately if it’s too painful.”

He touched the base of your wings. Warmth. Then the magic sank deeper, searching broken bones and torn tendons.

A scream tore from you.

“Y/N!” He pulled back. “I’m sorry—”

“No.” You gasped. “Keep going. I can take it.”

Hour after hour, he worked. And slowly—so slowly—something changed.

The constant pain… eased.

“It’s working,” you whispered in disbelief.

“We’re not done yet,” Lucifer warned—but his smile was hopeful.

────୨ৎ────

The sessions became routine. Every day. Charlie visited often.

After two weeks, something miraculous happened.

“Try to move them,” Lucifer encouraged.

You focused. And your wings… responded.

Just a tremble. A slight lift. But movement.

“Lu!” Tears streamed. “Did you see that?!”

“I saw it!” He laughed. “You did it!”

“We did it.” You hugged him. “Thank you.”

────୨ৎ────

Flying was still impossible. But the pain was minimal. Your wings could move, fold, spread.

“This is enough,” you said one evening. “More than enough.”

“Are you sure?” Concern filled his eyes. “I could continue—”

“No.” You kissed him. “This is perfect. We are perfect.”

“Yes.” His arm slipped around your waist. “We are.”

────୨ৎ────

One evening, Lucifer led you onto the balcony.

“Look,” he said.

The usually red sky had parted. Behind it—stars. Real stars.

“How…” Your voice failed.

“Magic.” A mischievous smile. “I thought you might miss them.”

“I do.” You leaned into him. “Every day.”

“Y/N…” He went down on one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“Marry me,” he said. “Not out of duty. Not because we must. But because I want to spend every day with you. Because you are my home.”

A ring appeared—gold, set with a stone like captured starlight.

“Lucifer,” you whispered, tears falling. “Yes. A thousand times yes.”

He slipped the ring onto your finger and kissed you like a promise.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Forever.”

Epilogue: Forever United

The ceremony happened immediately.

Chaotic. Improvised. Perfect.

Charlie as best woman, radiant.

“I promise,” Lucifer said, “to love you every day. To honor you. To stand by your side until the end of time.”

“I promise,” you said, “to challenge you. To laugh with you. To hold you. To love you—with every piece of me, forever.”

“I now pronounce you husband and husband!” Charlie declared. “You may kiss!”

And he did. Deep. Passionate. Before all of Hell.

The celebration was loud and joyful. Hell itself seemed to celebrate.

Overlords, Sins—everyone gathered.

Alastor sat with his wife, Anthony, and Vox.

“We should get married too,” the florist said to Alastor.

Vox grimaced. “Don’t. Mine left me after the proposal.”

Anthony looked between the adults. “But Alastor is already my dad, isn’t he?”

You only half-heard it as Lucifer pulled you into a dance.

────୨ৎ────

Late that night, in your bedroom, you loved each other with renewed intensity.

“My husband,” Lucifer murmured.

“My husband,” you replied.

Spiritual. A union of two souls, destined for one another across millennia.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. For all eternity.”

────୨ৎ────

Months passed.

Life normalized. You ruled together. Charlie flourished.

One evening, you stood on the balcony, your wings spread.

Scarred. Broken. But yours.

“Beautiful,” Lucifer said.

“They’re ruined.”

“They survived.” He stepped beside you. “Just like us.”

“Fallen angels.”

“Perhaps.” Lucifer corrected gently. “But… risen. Through love.”

And as you stood there, it felt like flying.

Better, even.

Because you were not alone.

“Forever?”

“Forever. And longer.”

The kiss tasted of promise and hope.

Fallen wings, perhaps.

But found love.

Found happiness.

Found home.

And that was more than enough.

THE END 💫

𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎𓆩✧𓆪🍎

Autor's Note:

Guys, I’m out myself. The first fanfic I ever read was between two guys I really shipped. I was, like, 13+ or something.

I only do stuff like this for requests, tbh. I feel a little shy uploading my own freaky one-shots… maybe that’ll change in the future. I have so many ideas! It’s only been a month since I started <3

again and again, even though we know love’s landscape (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: After a small fight, Dan finds Phil in bed with a migraine and spends the day taking care of him in many, many ways.

Always Having Your Hand To Hold (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Dan and Phil’s 2010 trip to Blackpool.

a match and a fuse (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Phil is twenty six years old and stuck in a dead end life. He works at Starbucks and may or may not be carrying a torch for his best friend of eight years. He doesn’t know who he is or what he wants–or how to go about figuring it out.

That all starts to change when he happens upon the resume of a certain law school grad named Daniel.

Birthday Sex (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: The rules are pretty simple.

Whoever’s birthday it is gets whatever they want, no questions asked.

A bi-annual sex treaty.

It’s the perfect answer to getting rid of all of that pent up angst, leftover desire and sexual frustration they feel for each other. And seriously, it’ll be fine. There’s no way anyone can be manipulated or end up with their feelings hurt or anything like that. Granted, friends-with-benefits has a bad rep, but how could this possibly go wrong?

They’ve got it all planned out.

bruising the sun (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: the bedsharing friends to lovers roommates au i was always destined to write

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

Caught In Between (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Dan wants to top, but Phil doesn’t want to bottom. They find a compromise.

Come What May (ao3) - PhantasticFiction

Summary: Phil Lester usually wasn’t one to go to strip clubs. But after being coaxed into it by a couple of his friends he meets the ever hypnotizing Greyson Bear(Dan Howell). Easily falling in love with him Phil works to save Dan from the underworld of prostitution.

Coming Undone (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil notices that Dan hasn’t been himself recently, so he helps him get out of his head.

Daddy Kink (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Dan thinks it's hilarious that the phandom thinks he has a Daddy kink. Until he doesn't.

Danisnotadom (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan's not a dom. Everyone swears up and down that he is, insists he is domming his boyfriend and is too good to take it in the ass.

Phil's not a sub. Everyone thinks he is, everyone thinks his baby is in charge. What they don't know is his hardcore boyfriend is actually a princess.

disco stick (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: “Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick,” Phil sings into the microphone connected to the Xbox. It’s slightly off-rhythm, and he grins and stares right at Dan as he continues onto the next lyric. “I want to take a ride on your disco stick.”

(A fic based on the moment from “What Dan and Phil Text Each Other 4” where DnP mention they’ve sung LoveGame countless times on an old karaoke video game.)

Drunk in Love (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: 5 times Dan and Phil were horny sappy drunks

Help Taking it Off (ao3) - cats_with_no_tails

Summary: I don’t know if Dan helped Phil pick out the phlonde-launch outfit, but I certainly imagine he helped take it off.

—

Set the day of Phil’s blonde hair announcement - Dan comes home to him in that cunty little midriff and wants to devour him.

home is where the heart is. (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: 16 year old Daniel Howell had always felt out of place in his dad’s fancy apartment or under the Singaporean sun. Life was not bad, but being the son of a British expatriate banker divorcee with commitment issues meant that there was never a home.

Inspired by the only constant in his life, a similar aged British youtuber by the name of Phil Lester, Dan decides to move to his supposed homeland Britain on a whim, in the hopes of escaping his bubble of isolation, and maybe find the place where he truly belonged.

Somehow Dan lands himself in one of the few notorious all boys boarding schools in Britain, one that has bizarre traditions, vicious inter-house competition and way too many attractive boys; and a roommate who had been Dan’s best friend all along, even if Phil Lester hadn’t known it.

Dan finally found home.

I guess it’s fine (it blows my mind) (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: things get interrupted when Phil’s neighbor knocks on the door, but maybe the interruption can be used as a chance to discover something new.

in this smoking chaos (ao3) - writingcollective

Summary: Dan bottoms for the first time, not being able to shut down his inner demons that whisper internalised homophobic thoughts into his ear. But Phil guides him through it, somehow

Indulgence (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: Daniel Howell was a man used to getting whatever he asked for. Whether it was the intricately embroidered waistcoats he so loved or the finest horseflesh available; if he wanted it, he generally would get it. Even if what he wanted was a good, anonymous fuck.And tonight was no exception.

Just A Toy (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: He takes whatever Phil gives him, because he loves being treated like nothing more than a toy to be used. And above all, he loves Phil. He’d do anything for Phil.

learning the ropes (ao3) - watergator

Summary: dan and phil try something new together

Like Fine Print (ao3) - totalincandescense

Summary: Every few weeks, Dan was given an unfriendly reminder of at least one of the many reasons why he never went outside.

The most frequently recurring thing on the list being the general existence of people.

But more specifically, the existence of people who flirted with Phil.

linger on (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: A recent loss has ground Phil’s life to a halt. At 33, he’s static in his grief and living in the house he grew up in - until his mother kicks him out.

In a fit of indignation and with nothing to lose, he answers the first listing he finds for a room to rent in London… a listing posted by a guy named Dan.

Now We’re Getting Serious (ao3) - Raven052

Summary: A sweet night in, innocent enough, soon turns into more.

New experiences.

Unexpected confessions.

Things are definitely getting serious for Dan and Phil

not a chew toy? (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Apparently some things aren’t meant to be chewed on. Who knew?

Not Since I Posted The Cat Photo (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Dan hasn’t been a ‘top bunk kinda guy’ since he posted the catboy photos.

Set after the catboy photoshoot

"oh great, now im a furry" (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: This is a fic about Dan getting off on his giant teddy bear… Yeah. But it’s also a fic about trust and connection and vulnerability

Precious (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: dnp have intimate lazy sex or whatever the fuck made people so mad on twitter.

Precious Baby Angel (ao3) - toadsappho

Summary: Phil shows Dan his new t-shirt, but that's not the only surprise he has for him.

sweet as cherry wine (ao3) - sxndazed

Summary: Dan gets horny when he drinks.

Talking to the Moon (ao3) - uptownsteve

Summary: After a risque photoshoot, Phil wants to show Dan just how beautiful he is

Those Who Trust - theshyauthor

Summary: Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.

You and Me (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Birthday sex after Dan's birthday livestream

You are Not Sleeping on The Goddamn Floor (ao3) - pepelovesme

LANGUAGE GUIDE FOR LOVE ISLAND - ISLANDERS VOCABULARY (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1276992159-language-guide-for-love-island-islanders?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ArtAngel8&wp_originator=qKm00Ms6fXXWv9Jgo2Jc7umNAe%2FIP0BUkXp32uZypONFS9hDlG1jzf304GOMw0dneD%2BQlA3gqROjtQ24Ef82vFTubk8YVG5r5v0pPz%2Bo84177epuErHonXUFJvz6GoSI 

I hope this DICTIONARY is HELPFUL! I've complied this dictionary from all 9 seasons of Love Island TV show (UK).  I remember watching the first few seasons of UK TV series and like wtf on what the Islanders are saying! Then scouring the internet for the meaning. This basically prompted me to compile as comprehensive list as I could from so so many sources.

If there are any words to add, please don't hesitate to let me know! I am sure I will be adding more words when the 2023 UK summer season ends. Especially the sex lingo. Every summer it seems the Islanders try to come up with their own LINGO.

                         LANGUAGE GUIDE FOR LOVE ISLAND

The Islanders have a very specific language while on Love Island. The words and phrases used by the Islanders have specific meanings within the context of the show. 

                                    ISLANDERS VOCABULARY

AGGY. Contestants will use this word to refer to islanders that are angry, agitated, or aggravated. You could say, "She's so aggy today".

BANTER/BANTZ.  The act of teasing or kidding, ‘Banter,’ is the existence of high-level rapport between two people. Banter is the hottest commodity in the villa on a show like Love Island, where fit birds and geezers are a dime a dozen. Some islanders pride themselves on their bants (jokes). This is especially popular when trying to graft on with someone. 

While banter can be fun, witty chat, the islanders refer to it as the ‘playful and friendly exchange of teasing remarks.’ Islanders either have banter or they don't, and this can be the key difference between whether or not two contestants get flirty with each other and become romantically involved.

BELLEND. A derogatory word.

BELTER. Someone who is really gifted in the looks department.

BEVY/BEV. This new word has been introduced for the 2019 season. Used to describe a hot guy. If he's your boyfriend, he's your bevy, but if he's not your boyfriend, he's a bev.

BIRD. Girls are often called birds.

BISH. BOSH. BASH. Indicating the completion of a task with efficiency.

BODY POPPING: The art of dancing like Drake. 

BOMBSHELL. A contestant who enters Love Island after the initial group.

BREADCRUMBING. This term is used when an Islander is talking about being lured by someone. Leading someone on, or playing mind games.

BRUV. Brother, for short, not referring to a blood relative but a friend. Typically used between male islanders.

BUDGIE-SMUGGLERS. Reference to a man's tight-fitting swimming bottoms or swimsuit.

BUNDA. Means a good bum

BUZZIN’. Happy or excited about something, extremely thrilled. (i.e., "We are completely cracking on and having a great time, and bruv, I’m honestly buzzin’. I’m proper buzzin'.")   

CAPPING. Means lying. If an Islander says "no cap", that means they're not lying.

CASA AMOR. Definition (from Series 3 on): The second villa either the girls or the boys go to about halfway through every series. New people come to both villas, and it's all about whether you stay with your original person.

CHALLENGE. An official setup game the contestants play that almost never has any substantial consequences. Usually a challenge starts with them running to the little challenge area in slow motion.

CHEEKY. It means fun, brash and cute.

CHIRPSE. To flirt or chat someone up.

CHIVED. To be hacked off or peeved.

CONNECTION. A way of saying you like someone romantically in a deep and meaningful way.

COUPLE. The two-person team contestants are in. A couple shares a bed, competes in challenges as a unit, and can be up for elimination together. Love Island is won by a couple.

CRINGE. It is used to describe the peak awkwardness of a person or situation.

CWTSH. To have a cuddle

DAY DOT. Day one.

DEAD. A word used to add emphasis, such as, "That man is dead fit".

DEAD TING. The term islanders use to describe someone who isn’t attractive or good looking. Can also be used to describe something as boring or dull. 

DEFFO. A shortening of the word ‘definitely’.

DICKSAND. Like quicksand, 'dicksand' is what you get caught in when you're totally obsessed with a guy and can't get him out of your head.

DMC. An abbreviation for Deep Meaningful Conversation, often necessary on Love Island whenever one feels insecure, in love, or has fallen into dicksand.

DOGHEAD. A derogatory word for an ugly person.

EXCLUSIVE. When two islanders go 'exclusive' it means that they're only dating each other but still don't have the girlfriend/boyfriend label. It's the stage before going official with each other.

EXTRA. When you take something too far and are overly dramatic about something, over-the-top. (i.e., "Why are you getting so extra about it?")

FANCY. To have a crush or be attracted to someone.

FIT. Good-looking, in ways beyond physical fitness, ‘hot’. (i.e., "That new islander is fit, bruv.")

FLAMES: Very hot.

FISHING. 'Fishing for compliments' when trying to win over your love interest.

FUCKBOY. A male who treats females like garbage. Used in a sentence: “Chris is NOT a fuckboy.”

FUMING. Super angry or really pissed off.

G. Means girlfriend.

GAFF. House (i.e., "My head's all over the gaff.")

GASSED. This means that your excited. According to Urban Dictionary, ‘gassed’ is when one is overwhelmed or cannot hold in the excitement any longer’.

GEEZER. A term of endearment used to refer to a male friend; can also be shortened as ‘geez’.

GIRL CODE. Although girl code is not exclusive to Love Island, it is a term which is regularly used by female contestants. It is used to describe a special female pact/code that should not be broken, even for an attractive man. Hoes before bros, as they say.

GRAFT/GRAFTING. Simply put, grafting means an islander is working hard at getting another islander to like them. If an islander is not putting in the work to find love in the villa, then they won't make it far on Love Island. Grafting, therefore, is essential to the show.

GROWER. In the Love Island villa, a grower refers to someone who can slowly become more confident and outgoing as the series goes on. But it can also refer to a love interest who "grows" on you.

GUTTED. When an islander is gutted, they are emotionally devastated, usually because the person they were seeing has cracked on with someone else.

HIDEAWAY. The room where the contestants are sometimes allowed to go, almost always as a couple, for the purpose of getting away from everyone else. There are still cameras in there. People can do lots of bits.

HUN. Now this one all depends on the tone of voice used when saying it. Although potentially an endearing term of friendship, it can also carry LOTS of sarcasm. After all, ‘I’m not your hun, hun’, went down as one of the best one-liners of the show in 2018 when Eyal hit back at Hayley.

ICK. Simply put, 'the ick' occurs when someone becomes creeped out by the person they're seeing, making it difficult to continue dating them.

INNIT. A word you must often say when you end your sentences, innit.

KNOBHEAD/KNOB. An insult like bellend or dickhead

LIKE. A word used to punctuate sentences. Used in a sentence: “Like, I really am into him, but, like, I’m just not sure if I’m, like, really into him. Like, we get on, but, like, do we really, like, get on? Know what I mean?”

LING. 2022 Social media users reckon it's another way of saying something's 'leng', which is to say, incredibly attractive. Used in a sentence: 'Wow, this villa is ling.'

LIPSING. A new one for 2022. Lipsing is a slang term for kissing. If an Islander says they want to lips someone, it means they want to kiss them.“Have you been lipsing him? Or was there any lipsing?” is a question you'll often hear being asked by the Islanders after dates and each morning.

LIT. A term used to describe when something is amazing.

LOYAL. Describes someone who stays true to their Love Island partnership and friendships. Reassure others that their 'head won't turn' and that they'll stay true to their partner.

MARJ. Marj is slang for mum. 

MATE. How every guy will refer to every other guy in the villa. 

MELT. A person who is soppy and so into someone else that it's an embarrassing flaw.

MINGING/MINGER. An unsightly, unpleasant, or smelly person or thing. It comes from the word "ming," meaning smelly.

MINT. As in ‘mint condition’, a term used to describe a person, place, or things, superb superficial appearance.

MOVING MAD. This is basically when someone starts to move out of character in the villa. 

MUGGY. Like you're trying to play someone or dump them. Go behind their back, or act sneaky, disloyal.

OBVS. A shortening of the word ‘obviously’.

OG. Used to simply mean that something or someone is 'original'—meaning, the first of its kind.

Oi Oi.  A way for a large group of men to greet another person they've never seen before.

PENG SORT.  Very hot. (Synonyms: Fire, flames, proper fit.)

PIED/PIED OFF. The act of being dumped or ditched without warning. Reject someone. Every islander's worst nightmare is to be pied off on national telly in front of everyone from their nan to their boss. If an islander has been pied off, it means they've been unceremoniously dumped.

PRANGY. A term used for feeling anxious, paranoid, or scared—particularly at the prospect of someone new entering the Love Island villa.

PUNCHING. A shortened version of ‘punching up,’ it is the act of dating out of one's league.

RANTIN’. Engaging in a fierce debate with another islander or just having a good moan about something or someone.

RECOUPLE. One of the biggest causes of stress and constant topics of conversation revolves around ‘recoupling’. Recoupling is where the contestants find out if they will be picked by a fellow contestant or if they will be kicked off the show. The viewing public may be asked to vote on their favourite couples.

ROW. An argument or fight

SALTY. To behave unfavourably towards someone. Used it in a sentence, ‘Why are you being so salty with me?’

SALMON. A way to jump into the pool where you shake your body like a fish.

SAUCE. Your personality, character, and what makes you, well, you, or sex appeal.

SHADE. To throw shade is to make a public show of contempt for someone or something, often in a subtle or non-verbal way.

SITUATIONSHIP.  Love Island is full of uncertain romances, where the boundaries are not clearly drawn. ‘Situationship’ is the perfect word to describe this kind of entanglement where there are no labels yet, but it might be assumed to be exclusive.

SLAG. A disgraceful, derogatory term akin to a slut. The Love Island villa is a place of acceptance, forward thinking, and sexual freedom, and thus, slag is one of the worst words one can utter while on the show.

SNAKE/SNAKEY. When someone’s being sneaky, deceitful, or sly behind your back Or right in your face. In the villa, someone is 'snakey' if they make romantic advances towards a coupled up islander.

SNOG. To make out, often with some heavy petting.

SORT. If you’re the right sort, consider yourself lucky. In the land of Love Island, a sort is someone that is considered to be extremely attractive, and therefore, is a compliment of the highest order. (i.e. ‘He’s a right sort’.) If you think someone is a sort they’re probably also your type on paper and you’ll want to graft them after pulling them for a chat and finding out the vibes.

SWIPE RIGHT. Derived from the Tinder function. Refers to the idea that you approve of someone based on their looks.

TING. Someone who you aren't necessarily dating, but someone to have fun with while you are single.

TOSSER. Somehow a little bit more acceptable than wanker, despite the two words having exactly the same meaning.

VIBE. Islanders recount how they're 'vibing with each other' i.e., they're each other's type on paper.

WANKER. An insult. (Synonyms: Dickhead, bellend, or knobhead).

WAVEY. Wavey is just another word to describe someone as good looking. 2019 Casa Amor has new slogans on the walls, including 'wavey', 'catch feelings' and 'buff'.

WEAPON. The use of the word doesn't relate to an illegal firearm, but more of a way of saying someone is the full package. (e.g., "I'm chatting to the new girl in the villa, she's an absolute weapon.")

WIFEY. The term the guys will use to refer to their girlfriend.

                           ISLANDERS CATCH PHRASES

100% MY TYPE ON PAPER. Phrase used to describe someone who possesses qualities that you initially find aesthetically or otherwise pleasing.  Variation: A bit of me. 

A BIT OF ME. Someone you're attracted to. The object of one’s affections. 'A bit of me' is a phrase used by Islanders to indicate interest in a fellow Islander, most often soon after a new contestant has entered the villa. Someone tends to announce "He is a bit of me" or "she's a bit of me".

A SORT. A term to describe someone a person finds physically attractive.

AT THE END OF THE DAY. A phrase meaning ‘ultimately’.

BACK YOURSELF. To ‘back yourself’ is to have self-belief or self-confidence. The boys this year seem to like saying ‘you’ve gotta back yourself’ to one another, which is basically them telling each other to believe in themselves. Cute, really.

BYE FELICIA. The term is used by people who don’t care when someone is leaving. The ‘Bye Felicia’ neon sign is aptly placed by the front door of the villa.

CAN I PULL YOU FOR A CHAT. When an islander wants to speak with someone for a private, often more serious conversation, or simply to try and ‘graft’ someone, they’ll say something like "Can I pull you for a chat?" On Love Island, we hear this phrase a lot. (i.e., "I just wanted to go for a chat and see where your head's at").

CAN’T BE ARSED. A state of uncaring, ‘couldn’t care less’; When islanders say they ‘can't be arsed,’ the truth is that they could very well be arsed.

CATCH FEELINGS. Refers to falling in love when you weren't supposed to or starting to like who you were matched with too soon.

CHEESE TOASTIE. A grilled cheese

COULD BE HAPPIER. The type of happiness that's not big enough to stop you from ending things with who you're with in order to get with someone else.

COUPLE UP. Become (or remain in) a couple with someone during a Love Island recoupling

CRACK ON. For two people to pursue each other romantically. The whole point of the show is to crack on with someone. The most compatible couples on Love Island are usually those who have cracked on really well, meaning they've developed quite a romantic relationship.

DBS AKA DO BITS SOCIETY. The Do Bits Society or DBS as it became known later, was a secret members’ club for islanders who had successfully taken part in sexual activities in the villa.

DEAD IT. Means to end something. This could be used when referring to a romance or an argument. 2023 viewers will have seen Kai recently trying to dead his feud with Olivia, although she's refusing to let drop the issue.

DECLARATIONS OF LOVE. The speeches the final four couples’ say to each other at the Love Island prom.

DEEPING IT. You’ve probably heard one or two of 2023 Islanders say ‘I’m not deeping it”. Think of the phrase ‘it’s not that deep’ and it starts to make sense. If an Islander says they’re ‘not deeping it', then they’re not thinking too deeply about something. Nah, too easy.

DIGGING ME OUT. The act of having a dig at someone. Or, if you're reading what 'digging out' means on Urban Dictionary it is MUCH ruder… Used in a sentence: "Why you digging me out forrrrrrrrrrr?

DOING BITS. To fool around in a sexual manner, more than kissing and less than the full shebang.

DOING MY HEAD IN. Somebody or something is bothering/upsetting you and/or giving you a headache.

DROP ME OUT.  Essex slang for "Oh My God!" - an expression of disbelief or shock.

DUMPED FROM THE ISLAND. Get eliminated.

EARLY DAYS. It is too soon for you to be completely sure about something

EGGS IN ONE BASKET. The term refers to the act of going all-in on something. Within a Love Island context, this is when a contestant decides to give all your attention to just one other Islander.

END OF THE DAY. An expression signalling that the declarative statement that follows will be a total summation of the matter at hand. A phrase meaning 'ultimately' that shouldn't be used nearly as much as it is.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. Islanders are actually bringing back an old classic this year: 'everything happens for a reason'. This one's pretty self-explanatory, right?

FACTOR 50. Really, really, really try to woo a person.

FANNY FLUTTERS. A tingling or aching sensation that women feel when she is aroused or when they get excited. (When someone has turned you on.)

GET THE HUMP. To become annoyed, perhaps unreasonably so, about one’s current state of affairs.

GET TO KNOW. Talk to someone with an intention of sussing out potential romance. (i.e., "Yeah, I'm very interested in getting to know you. Like, very.")

GOOD CHAT. Phrase used to summarise someone's conversational ability, used like banter (i.e., "He's got good chat")

GOOD CONNECTION. A nice romantic vibe and/or dynamic.

HAVE A CUDDLE. To cuddle, usually with one islander as the big spoon and the other as the baby spoon. Since couples sleep in the same bed, islanders will wonder in the morning whether other islanders ‘had a cuddle’.

IS WHAT IT IS. Expression of defeat when something, usually a relationship, does not go the way you’d want it to, so it must be accepted even if it is undesirable. (i.e., “There's nothing you can do about it”, “It is what it is, innit”). Basically, English for ’c’est la vie.’

I’VE GOT A TEXT! What would Love Island be without this! A saying sure to put the fear in the Islanders, whoever’s been unlucky enough to hear the ping of their phone shouts this out. The common reaction to receiving a text message from the producers, shouted when done correctly, instructing them to do something. Most stick with the classic ‘I’ve got a text’ but former Islander Ovie Soko introduced the shorter and quite honestly refreshing shout of ‘message!’.

I’VE LOST MY HEAD. A way to describe how you are feeling. You've lost control of a situation, you could be a little confused and upset. (i.e., "I've lost my head since he dumped me.")

Je ne c’est quoi. Bringing a bit of European flair to the villa's lingo. If you see someone and they’re your type and you click, and they’ve got that je ne sais quoi.

KEEP HIM/HER/THEM ON THEIR TOES. Keep the relationship in a kind of guessing, fun, non-boring vibe?

KEEPING MY OPTIONS OPEN. This phrase is used when the islanders don't want to commit. If they want to see what happens in the series they will 'keep their options open'.

KICK OFF. Get rowdy through clear anger.

LAY IT ON THICK. Try reeeaaalllyyy hard to graft someone. He has no idea you fancy him; you've got to lay it on thick tonight.

MUGGED OFF. Someone who's been disrespected, deceived, or made to look like a fool for being played. (i.e., "Now I look like an absolute mug".) Being mugged off is a rite of passage on Love Island , but being labelled as muggy is deeply frowned upon. On Love Island, this is typically done by selecting a new partner with little regard for their former one. Most islanders feel mugged off when a presumed friend chats up someone they're interested in. This disloyal friend is then deemed muggy, and their reputation is thus tarnished.

MY HEADS GONE. A phrase said by someone who is struggling to think straight after catching the eye of someone else in the villa and being unsure as to which romantic interest they should couple up with.

MY HEAD’S BEEN TURNED. All of your emotional attachment and attention shifts from the person you may have liked to another, usually a newer islander. This phrase is something no happily coupled islander wants to hear.

MY HEAD IS SCRAMBLED. When Islanders say, "My head is scrambled," they mean that they're confused or not sure what to do. This is usually a result of a new bombshell entering the villa and turning their heads.

MY TYPE ON PAPER. A way of describing a person’s type. The kind of person you're usually attracted to physically. But usually followed by a ‘but’…  

NOT BEING FUNNY BUT. A great way to start a sentence when you’re about to be incredibly rude about someone. (i.e., "Not being funny, but… you’re a prick.")

NOT GONNA LIE. A phrase to indicate you're not lying, often filler. (Synonym: If I'm being honest. E.g., “I…not gonna lie, I expected more from this conversation.”)

OH MY DAYS. An exclamation of shock that apparently everyone's agreed to say a lot.

OH MY GOD. A way of showing that a person is excited by something. Used in a sentence: “Oh my god! Can you believe we’re really here?”

ON JOB. 2023. This year’s lot are all about putting in the hours. The boys especially love saying they’re ‘on job’, or telling each other to ‘get on job’; this refers to putting in the hours and grafting to form stronger connections. In other words, they’ve got one job to do – get the girl or boy – so they better get to work.

PRANGING OUT. To behave erratically. (e.g., "I just feel like everyone's pranging out. I'll make some nettle tea.")

PROPER FIT. It’s often used to quantify the level of attractiveness, anger, or horniness. (i.e., "That new islander, is proper fit, bruv.")

PUT IT ON. Flirting. The phrase "put it on" is commonly heard in The Beach Hut confessions or chats between close friends. Typically, an islander will announce they need to put it on as a way of grafting and, ultimately, cracking on with them.

PUT ME IN MY PLACE. Match me in terms of dominance, and give banter back to me equally. 

SHOOT YOUR SHOT. Taking the opportunity to tell someone that you are interested in them. (i.e., "You should shoot your shot with him. What's the worst that could happen?").

SQUASH IT. Similar to 'dead it', 'squash it' is normally used when the Islanders are try to end a feud or argument.

STEP ON TOES. Try to get with someone who someone else is already with or likes.

STICK IT ON. Variations: Put it On, Crack On. To graft or make a move on someone an Islander finds physically attractive, either by flirting or by attempting to kiss. 

SWIPE RIGHT. Derived from the Tinder function. Refers to the idea that you approve of someone based on their looks.

THE MATH IS NOT MATHING. You may have heard the expression "the math is not mathing" being used in the villa. This means that something is not adding up or doesn't make sense.

THIS IS NOT FRIEND ISLAND. Specifically, what Love Island is not. This phrase is Love Island's version of ‘not here to make friends’.

TO BE FAIR. A common phrase meaning, "I'm about to point out something," or, "I just pointed out something."

TRUE TO MYSELF. Often found in the same sentence of ‘shooting your shot’, if you’re staying true to yourself you’re following your feelings. It should be noted that when an Islander says they have to ‘stay true to myself’ and ‘shoot my shot’, then drama is very likely to be on the way.

WAVEY. Another word to describe someone as good looking.

WE GET ON. Shortened way to say we get on together (i.e., "I get on with her/him.")

WHAT HE/SHE BRINGS TO THE VILLA. The ultimate sign of respect from other islanders. It means the other islanders actually like you and recognize that your personality adds something of value to their cohort. In recouplings and other voting scenarios among Islanders, if you ‘bring a lot to the Villa,’ your chances of staying in the Villa are higher. 

WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT. The go-to phrase for any islanders wanting to know where someone’s romantic interest is at.

WINDING ME UP. To wind someone up is to annoy someone, usually in a joking or teasing manner. It is often used on the show as, "I was just winding you up" or "You're winding me up."

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. To ask if somebody understands what you are talking about. But most of the time, it’s used as a way to end a sentence. 

LAY IT ON THICK. Try really hard to graft someone.

OH MY DAYS. An exclamation of shock. In a moment of exasperation, a much more fun, much more charming way to basically say ‘Oh my god’.

PLAYING THE GAME. Is seen as slimy and as low as it can get. Despite the cash prize and fame at stake, one of the best parts of the show is that the contestants rarely mention the potential windfall.

PRANGING OUT. To behave erratically.

STICK IT ON HIM/HER. To make a move on someone (graft), flirt.

TAKE THE PISS/TAKING THE PISS. To rile, mock, or be a jerk to another person, joking or being serious. Can be used like, "Are you joking?" or "Are you taking the piss?"

WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT. You are asking someone, often in a slightly annoyed way, what they mean.

                                 BEDROOM CODE- SEX LINGO

LACING UP MY BOOTS- which could mean that a guy is ready to have sex with his partner. If you hear the guys saying “1-0” it could mean that they’re talking about a sex act performed on one person and not the other.

2018 DBS (AKA DO BITS SOCIETY). The Do Bits Society or DBS as it became known later, was a secret members’ club for islanders who had successfully taken part in sexual activities in the villa.

2018 THE DRY HUMP SOCIETY. Love Island girls created a society for people who don't do bits. The codes are: Level one- ******* and chat. Level two- normal dry hump. Level three- cock-up the leg.

2020 FOOD CODE. Boys. Avocado- giving oral; Avocada - getting oral; Tomato - giving hands stuff / Tomatah - receiving hands stuff; Toast- meant the full monty aka SEX.

2021 FOOTBALL CODE. The Love Island 2021 boys decided to use football terms as a code for sex in the villa. The codes are: One nil- an act performed on only one person; Handball- Hand stuff; Header- oral/head; and Streaker on the pitch- full on nudity. 

2021 NVQ LEVEL. The Love Island 2021 girls decided to use NVQ levels (aka National Vocational Qualification levels) as their code for sex in the villa. The codes are: Entry-level NVQ- a kiss; NVQ1- hand stuff; NVQ2- oral; and NVQ3- Full sex.

2022 BEAUTY SALON. The UK 2022 girls have thought of their very own beauty-themed sex code. This is in a state of opening up for business or closed- if the salon is open, a couple has engaged in sexual acts together. If it’s closed, there has been no under-the-sheets action between them. Beauty salon 2022 code consists of: 

Acrylics- Possibly full-on sex. 

Blow dry- Oral sex.

The phrase 'blow dry' has been used a fair few times when discussing treatments in the, ahem, salon. 

Manicure- A hand-play, hand-job or fingering, depending on which person is giving the manicure. Manicure with mouth- oral.

Pedicure- Possible foot stuff? This may sound outlandish, but considering some islanders (Bobby), apparent propensity for feet it’s entirely possible. 

French tips- Normally we'd only refer to our french tips when we're getting a new set of acrylics, but getting french tips in the villa means some sexy time involving your fingers.

Full set- The Islanders might think they're being subtle with their euphemisms but the meanings aren't too hard to work out. As you can imagine, getting a full set means going all the way. 

Window shopping- You might've heard some of the Islanders talk about 'window shopping' before they open the salon. In other words, they mean checking out the goods and possibly getting a little bit touchy feely before they commit to a full treatment.

The 2022 boys have had their own scientific code as follows: Pipette: Penis. This can be referred to as either full or empty depending on whether certain, um, acts were completed or not. Bunsen burner: Also penis. Flask: Vagina.

A glib imbroglio

*all true except the parts that are fake.

A lady on holiday, feeling unsatisfied and starved of touch, decided to reach out to a long standing friend. At first her intentions were pure, but one strike of curiosity darkened the white.

“Can we intensify a different pillar of our friendship, the more physical one preferably?,” she asked. She figured that the 10 year long companionship could withstand experimentation. A low risk for a potentially high gain in the network of her life.

Looking up, his face not betraying his thoughts, he replied with more of an acknowledgment when she expected a cheer, like receiving a bland smile.

(please only consume this content if you are 18+, this fic contains sexual themes that may not be the most appropriate for younger audiences. thank you!)

it’s my first post! im still very much testing out the waters with my writing style, so i am totally open to any (constructive) criticisms you guys have (ex. nicknames you’d like me to use, certain things you’d like me to write about,etc.) i hope you enjoy! 

- mel (a.k.a. melons 🍉)

Clay has been on a call, talking with George and Nick for a while since you got home. Usually, you’re understanding about the hours that go into the behind-the-scenes of his channels -- even encouraging him to work when he’d rather spend the days cuddled in the Florida apartment you share. This time, however, you’re not having a good day. After countless incidents with stubborn customers and a run in with some family you’d distanced yourself from, all you could think about was getting home to Clay and Patches. When you got home though, he seemed too preoccupied to even say “hi”. You hopped in the shower, hoping that he’d be a bit more attentive by the time you were done. After finishing your shower and changing into comfier clothes, you go to ask him if he’s nearly done. Surprisingly, you’re only met with a cold “no” and nothing else. You leave and go to the bedroom, annoyed with his sudden coldness towards you. 

Clay notices your stiffness in response to him. “Shit- one sec guys, sorry. I think y/n’s mad at me. I, uh, I think I should log off for the night anyway, we’ll finish this tomorrow. George, make sure the coding for the video is all set please. I’ll talk to you guys later.” He quickly moves from his chair to the closed bedroom door. Concerned, he tries to apologize. “y/n? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so harsh. We’ve just been working on the code for this video all day and-”

 You stand about a foot away from the mirror, arms crossed, facing away from him. Noticing your bothered demeanor, he starts to walk towards you. His footsteps were firm and purposeful, but soft. He knew that heavy footsteps made you nervous and he didn’t want to make you even more upset than you already seemed. 

“y/n? Little flower...” he says in a somewhat soft and teasing tone -- he knew you had a weak spot for that nickname. You feel your hair stand on edge as he approaches you from behind, his brooding figure towering over you in the mirror you now share. You try to keep looking down, but can’t help but shoot him a glance in the reflection. This glance shows the both of you that there’s more than just anger on your mind.

“Oh, c’mon now, look at me. You know how I love those gorgeous eyes of yours.” His arm snakes around your waist, grips your left hip and spins you to face him. As he steps closer, you step further, determined to maintain your authority. Soon enough, your upper back meets the cool mirror you were just staring into. He reaches out with his pointer finger, tilting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “Chin up for me, baby.”

For a moment, you forget that you’re supposed to be angry with him. You drown in his glare, swimming in his olive green eyes and taking in the universe that seemed to exist behind them. “There’s my baby, just look into my eyes,” he says, noticing the sudden softness in you. “See the love I have for you, I know you can feel it.” You snap out of it, but as you try to look away, his hand moves to the back of your head to keep you where you are. He thinks for a moment before speaking, his thumb narrowly brushing your cheekbone and the area under your left eye. You love when he makes his thinking face, when you can see the gears in his beautiful mind turning. Even more, the anticipation of what he’s going to say next.

He moves his right hand from the nape of your neck to match the other, which is firmly planted on the wall on the other side of your head. “You try to act like this stubborn little thing, like you’re looking for a reaction. I know you’re not bitter like this, and when you are it probably means you’ve had a bad day. Even so, this whole act you’ve got going is a bit more exaggerated than it usually is.” Shit. You really were frustrated, and you know your feelings were valid. But at the same time, you know that your stress can sometimes require more...sensual coping mechanisms. 

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

Chapter 105: Creature of the Storm

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"AH!" You released a cry as you pushed the girls out of the way, and then you fell into darkness. Rocks were raining all around you. Something hit your head with a harsh blow, and the impact caused your mind to go black.

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"(Y/n)?"

"Hm..."

"Sweetheart...are you okay?"

You heard someone talking to you within the hazy void. Slowly, your eyes blinked a few times, but all you could see was darkness.

"What's going on-" You tried to sit up, but you felt a hand press on your shoulder.

"Don't...don't move...."

You felt cramped and surrounded. Something wet was dripping on your face. Whoever was talking to you sounded out of breath.

Your fingers glowed with light energy, and then you released a gasp.

Nanami was curled over you; his magic shield was fizzing in and out all around you. The two of you were closed in tight with dirt and rocks. But the part that made you really gasp in dread was the blood that was dripping from Nanami's wet blonde hair.

That’s what was on your cheek, your alpha’s blood.

"Nanami! Oh my Tengen, are you okay?" You use your light energy to heal his wound. He sighed as the cut on his head sealed up.

"I'm fine, sweetheart...are you alright?"

"Yes...I think..." You hissed as your own head ached in pain. Quickly, you healed your wound. Once you could think straight, you asked, "Where are we?" You questioned, trying to look around, but all you could see was dirt and rocks.

"The ground exploded under us, unfortunately, we got buried- ngh..." Nanami let out a pained groan as his arms shook. The barrier was splintering under the pressure of the rocks above him. Some of them were even stabbing through, cutting into his skin.

"Nanami-you are not okay!" You go to heal him, but he tries to stop you with his words.

"No...s-save your energy for yourself..." He gasped, unable to physically deny your help.

"For myself? What are you talking about?" You could feel your eyes watering a bit; you hated seeing any of your alphas hurt.

"Just in case..." He whispered softly.

You didn't like what he was implying.

"Shut up Nanami! Don't say that!" You released a growl, only making him chuckle lightly. His laugh lacked any energy.

Just as you moved his clothes, something dropped upon your stomach. You pick it up, bringing it to your face so you can see it.

"Is this...?" You were surprised to see Six's clip, fixed and polished. You looked up at him and then at the clip as if you couldn't believe it. "...You fixed it." You smiled softly.

"Ah..." He seemed shocked by your find, as if it was supposed to be a surprise. "I did...sorry I wanted to give it to you at a better time..."

"Nanami..." You placed the clip upon your chest, your eyes full of gratitude. "...Thank you...thank you so much for fixing it.. you have no idea how much that means to me...If we weren't in the ground, I would have jumped you."

Your blonde lets out a handsome laugh, one with a little bit more flair. "I know. That's why I selfishly kept it away from Sukuna."

You let out a little gasp, "That's why he told me the shop couldn't fix it..."

"He did? Well, I'm both surprised and thankful for that... I could have given to you sooner...but..." He gently shook his head as if it were silly what he was about to say next, "I had imagined...a date for the two of us when we got home...a date to the oasis...something beautiful-"

"Shh..." You hush him with a gentle finger to his lips. "...Don't tell me..." You then slid the clip back into his pocket. "...You will show me...do you understand alpha?" You were using your light energy to heal him this whole time, but slowly, you were becoming drained. Most of your curse energy was used during your fight.

"I..will try...ngh..." Nanami let out a pained grunt as the rocks shifted into him, his barrier starting to crack and sprinkle upon you in dust of energy.

You sucked in a breath as you began to shout, "Help!" You shouted over and over again. Hoping your other alphas would hear you. Slowly, Nanami's eyes began to droop. "Stay with me Nanami! Keep talking to me!"

"Hm..." His head began to bob as more blood dripped on you.

"N-nanami!" You cried, cupping his face so you could hold him up. "Nanami please!" Now you had tears running down your cheeks.

His lips barely moved as he spoke, "Use...use your shadow form...you should be able to slip through the cracks..."

"N-no! No i'm not leaving you- we are getting out of here together!" You pat his cheek, his eyes trying to stay open. His mind was shutting down, but his body still fought to keep the rocks from crushing you.

"If...I use the last bit of my strength i can make... an opening for you..."

"Stop it! Stop saying that! HELP! HELP WE ARE DOWN-ack-" You began to cough, your throat becoming hoarse due to the lack of oxygen in the space. Your light flickered in and out, your curse energy dissipating.

You heard a noise from up above you, and then you used all your might and shouted, "DOWN HERE!"

"THEY ARE OVER HERE!" Gojo shouted as you heard more noises coming.

Hope filled you, "Nanami! Nanami they are coming! Hold on just a little longer!"

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry my love..."

"Nanami NO!"

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