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Lucifer Morningstar -
『 Lucifer gets hot after hearing your voice for the first time. 』
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Then he heard your voice and his heart practically leaped out of his chest. The volume, the tone, the softness—it was enough to make his blood run hot and a golden blush spread across his cheeks. His legs had unconsciously squeezed together, while his free hand clutched the pillowcase.
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I'm more dead than alive. I've become the bitch of the fever... Terrible.
Anyway, I don't know how I managed to write this. I'll probably read it when I'm better and scream in horror. ٩(× ×)۶
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English is NOT my native language! So if there are any errors in the writing, sorry in advance.
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Things with Charlie couldn't have been better—their relationship had only grown stronger since he moved into the hotel, ready to help her with her project and be a good father. Those negative feelings that constantly seemed to drag Lucifer down into a pit of self-loathing and demotivation had almost completely vanished, replaced by the desire to do everything in his power to make her happy.
He soon realized he wasn't the only one. Vaggie was always there for her, from supporting her with small gestures to gigantic actions that clearly spoke of a intensely smitten lover. It was a sight that made him smile, delighted that his daughter had found her soulmate in a place as chaotic as Hell.
But it was over time that he began to feel strange. Every time he witnessed the exchange of loving words between the two girls, he felt a strange sensation in his chest—a feeling that left him pensive and nostalgic, completely in his own world until someone pulled him out of his reverie. It was hard for him to understand.
He wished for something like that too.
Ever since Lilith left, Lucifer hadn't thought about getting over her. He'd become too depressed to even consider letting someone else into his life, to seek that missing warmth in another. But he didn't want to keep pining over his ex-wife and inevitably end up depressed again. He had to do something.
Angel Dust had recommended a dubious anonymous app—a silly way to chat with complete strangers. He'd clearly balked at it at first. He wasn't keen on socializing through a screen with someone who could easily end up being the worst scum of Hell.
Somehow, he finally agreed after thinking it over for a while. Which only meant he'd been whining in his room, hugging a duck, not knowing what to do, until he resigned himself. He had nothing to lose anyway.
The first few exchanges were a complete disaster. He'd already lost count of how many times he'd hit the block button due to the absurd number of weirdos he encountered in just a few minutes online. He'd had enough of the hormonal messages and unwanted dick pics.
He was about to close and delete that mess of an app, until his screen lit up with a new message—decent, simple, normal. Apparently not all of them were horny guys desperate for easy sex! Maybe he could give it one last chance.
[ 7:02 p.m. Message from SweetApple.]
"I'm back!"
"I've been pretty busy helping my daughter."
"Oh! And I made pancakes!"
Between small chats, you'd become the closest thing to a friend Lucifer had. Even if he didn't know anything about you beyond what you wanted to share. Even though it had been a few months, you were still a mystery to him.
Were you a Sinner or a Hellborn? Did you look tough or was your appearance delicate? Were you taller than him? There was no name to speak or face to imagine. Everything about you was uncharted territory, in a way that could be dangerous. And yet, he chose to let his guard down.
He liked you more than he'd like to admit.
The calling feature had been one of the best implementations. It was an opportunity he seized, and with courage plucked from nowhere, he asked you to call him. He was prepared for a flat-out rejection, nervously fiddling with the pillow on his lap. But you had agreed, and his eyes had lit up with barely contained excitement.
Then he heard your voice and his heart practically leaped out of his chest. The volume, the tone, the softness—it was enough to make his blood run hot and a golden blush spread across his cheeks. His legs had unconsciously squeezed together, while his free hand clutched the pillowcase.
He had gotten hard... just because of a voice.
Lucifer let out a nervous chuckle, shifting in a futile attempt to ease the tension in his lower abdomen. "You have- ahem... You have a very pretty voice." He gulped, growing increasingly embarrassed by his inappropriate reaction.
He sank back onto the soft blankets with a small exhalation, leaving the small device on speakerphone beside him. His hand moved down to trace the outline of the bulge in his boxers with his fingertips, biting his lower lip as a moan threatened to escape. "S-so... um, what are you doing?"
Oh Lord, this was so pathetic...
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