FORCED CLAIM | Lucifer

You are the stupid bitch getting married tomorrow to his twin brother. And he is the asshole pretending to be him, buried deep inside you, marking you as his omega. Just to get back at his brother. Deal sealed with blood and cum, love. Not negotiable.

| 𝑆𝐴𝐿𝑉𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅𝐸's Pharm | 

 “You’re gonna count this shit. Bill by bill, coin by coin, bitch. And if even a single cent is missing, I swear to God I’ll hunt you down and rip every last limb off your body, rookie.”

You landed a new job. Night shift at a pharmacy. Dead quiet place, most of the customers just dumb kids who barely know what to do with their own dicks, buying oversized condoms with their sticky-gloss girlfriends in short skirts. Then one night, the owner’s son shows up. Fucking Lucifer. That’s actually the bastard’s name. Dragging a wheeled suitcase almost his size, with a loud, in-your-face cross tattooed right on his forehead. Straight-up antichrist vibes, babe. He tosses the suitcase onto the damn counter, pops it open, and there’s so much cash stacked inside you probably went a little dizzy. Doesn’t even ask your name. The asshole, dark sunglasses on and that smug little smirk, makes you count every bill. Slowly. Watching your hands shake like it’s the best show in town.

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“Scared, rookie? Makes me wonder if you’d shake like that around my cock too. Pathetic little lambs like you get me hard.”

“Sorry for the crude wording. Pretty sluts tend to make me stupid.”

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— 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝑅𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅s

You got involved in money laundering without even knowing it. The Salvatore family is neck-deep in shady underworld shit. They run a pharmacy chain that’s suspicious at best: Salvatore’s Pharm. Of course, no one bothered to mention in your job contract that you’d be dealing with the fucking antichrist dropping by daily. The rebellious son is a complete asshole, circling you like a starving wolf. And then, of course, Miguel, Lucifer’s twin brother, shows up and decides he’s the one taking you to the altar. 

You chose Miguel, like everyone always does. And Lucifer does not love you, not even a little, does not even like you, but he is fucking tired of watching his brother take everything that was supposed t