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Requiem for the Damned

Part Four

Summary: From somewhere in the darkness hope is born, from one tortured soul to another they share in the desolate wasteland of loneliness. Only fate has other plans…

Tags: Reader Insert, Female Reader, Season 5, eventual relationship, eventual time skip

Relationship: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of depression, SMUT, Oral, Unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: Sooo, we’re on the steamy bit! The plot will thicken after this chapter. Also... dat GIF though. *Dead*

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Salvation

Weeks passed by, and every night was a new experience, a new venture to expose, scratching the surface of this indestructible wall that he had put up. Yet he still appeared almost every night, some nights you were up until an ungodly hour, talking about past experiences. He was always so vague with his replies, he would let you in just a little and then retreat back behind that cold exterior, yet still prying into your being.

You had noticed however his appearance starting to deteriorate, his skin paling, his body slowly turning from lean into gaunt, his face beginning to form small blisters.

Every morning you would wake up feeling refreshed and revitalised even though some nights you had only a few hours of rest before having to get up for work.

But the visits began to slow, his presence began to fade from your apartment, days turned into a week, and then a fortnight. Your anxiety going into overdrive, concocting all sorts of scenarios in your mind, what if he had finally given up on your insolent whining? What if he had passed on to wherever, moved on to the next helpless soul, or died? Your nightmares began to resurface, so you knew he hadn’t even been lurking during your sleeping hours.

Until one night you heard a crash in your bedroom, you rushed from you kitchen to find him clutching his arm, he looked terrible.

“What happened?” You rushed to his side instantly, easing him back onto your bed for stability. With a grunt he tried to bat away your fussing ministrations but you decided to persist with inspecting him.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” he protested but you remained vigilant.

“I’ll be right back,” within minutes you returned clutching a bowl with a cloth that was soaked in hot water and salt in one hand and a bottle of pure alcohol in the other.

“Hold still, this might hurt a little,” you wrung out the cloth and softly placed it on the blistering skin at his temples.

“Shit,” with a hiss he recoiled at your touch. “There’s really no need, it won’t do much.”

“Just let me help,” he seemed to settle down and let you work after a while, he couldn’t take his eyes from you as you cared for him.

He knew it, he tried to detach himself from you, but he wound up right back here where he felt some form of safety and acceptance, if you knew who he was you would surely cast him out like everyone else. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth, you had somehow nestled your way into his cold, blackened heart. He hated humanity and yet here you stood, a wrench in his ultimate disgust towards his fathers flawed creation, the conflict was eating him up on the inside and tearing away at the fabric of his resolve. Instinctively his hand curled around your wrist, signalling for you to stop what you were doing. He could snap your neck right there, click his fingers and dissipate every fibre of your being into a bloody mist and yet there was only one thing he wanted more than anything in the world… The way your expression dropped from concentration into something deeper It made his human vessel's chest burn with feelings he hadn’t experienced in what felt like a long eternity.

He stood from the bed, his height towering over you, his body drawing close to yours, his hands wove their way up to clutch the sides of your face, thumbs resting on your cheeks so delicately. “You have no idea what you do to me…” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Lucifer I-” He snapped his hands back to his side, he tried to step back but the back of his legs connected with your mattress casing him to topple back into a sitting position.

“How -” You cut him off by placing a finger to his lips.

“It was pretty easy to figure out, I was forced to read the bible as a kid you know, riveting stuff, but when you spoke about your family, it all started to make sense, well it clicked into place when I saw the shadow of your wings added to the red eyes and reluctance to tell me who you really were. I said it the first night we met, and I’ll say it again, I’m not afraid of you.” He searched your features for any sign of fear, he was greeted with a warm and welcoming smile.

Strong hands encircled your waist, clutching you and drawing you in. You laced your fingers through the angel’s blonde hair, softly massaging his scalp as he hugged your midsection tight.

“I told you before Luci, I’m not like everyone else.”

It wasn’t that you wanted to toy with danger, this wasn’t some hope to tame the devil or some delusions of grandeur that would see you courting danger. You felt completely and utterly safe in this fallen angel’s presence. You understood him, you could relate to his pain, his anguish and his hurt, you knew his misery. This wasn’t a being that you wanted to fix or coax something from for a selfish agenda. You simply wanted to share in his company. There was something deeper at work that was connecting you to him, and he could also feel it.

“I won’t abandon you,” you uttered softly.

And for once, the devil believed in something spoken. He rose once more, his hands never leaving your hips as he closed the proximity between you, your arms wrapped around his neck as his lips glided softly over yours.

A spark went off somewhere in your soul, electricity bounded through every fibre of your being and sent a shock-wave of wanting coursing through you. Sweet decadence of desire deepened the kiss, both of you growing hungrier for one another as your bodies moved creating friction. Strong hands cradled you as you were spun around, your back softly meeting the mattress, Lucifer’s weight above you in an instant, caged between him and the mattress you felt something you'd never felt before... home.

A growl erupted from his throat, his hips began to grind against yours, intentions evident in both of your ministrations, his lips left yours to ghost along your jaw before settling at the base of your throat, his tongue tracing over your skin before he gave your neck a soft bite.

Your panting became moans encouraging Lucifer to continue. Hands drifted up from your waist to your breasts, his thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples circling your sensitive nub. Your hips bucked upwards instinctively, meeting his hardened manhood, he responded by rolling his hips against yours as his breath became heavy. His body left your momentarily as he sat up, removing his shirt swiftly exposing his sculpted torso to you, your eyes roamed his body hungrily, you followed his lead by disposing of your shirt and tossing it to the floor, your bra followed moments after.

Intoxicated with one another your lips met for another searing kiss, his skin feeling ice cold against your own, a stark contrast between your rising temperature making your body feel electric under his touch.

"You taste divine," he breathed between kisses as his tongue danced further down your body to the mounds of sensitive flesh. Heavy moans burst from your lungs as the angel above you gently caressed your nipple with his wet appendage.

"Fuck," you groaned, your hips rolling to signal your building pleasure. You hadn't even noticed Luci's hands popping the button on your jeans and pulling the zipper down, easing access to the area you needed him the most.

Above the cloth of your underwear a long digit pressed against your soaking entrance, applying an ounce of needed pressure before softly sliding his finger up eliciting such sweet sounds as he began to massage your clit. He could sense your frustration as he watched your expression turn from bliss into a frown. He smiled wickedly and removed his body entirely from you. He practically ripped off his pants, standing before you completely bare. You drank in the image and committed it to your memory, he was absolutely fucking glorious.

Encircling your waist his hands tugged you towards the end of the bed, grabbing the hem of your pants and pulling them away from you followed by your undergarments. Lucifer's expression mirrored yours, his pupils engulfing his blue iris'.

As soon as his knees met with the floor, his form knelt before you, your head felt light with anticipation. His eyes searched yours for any form of resistance as you sat up, he moved closer to your throbbing sex.

"Please," you begged, the way his smile twisted you definitely pleased him. Slowly but surely his tongue glided against your sensitivity and back down again, and that's when you felt it, his tongue split and either side worked in its own way to send you falling back into the mattress screaming, white spots beginning to form at the corner of your vision. Eyes drifting shut you could feel a familiar knot in your stomach beginning to build.

Lucifer added a finger to his teasing, easing you gently before adding another finger. That was it, you toppled off the cliff willingly as your orgasm shook your entirety, it was like nothing you had ever felt before. Lucifer's name tumbled from your lips in sweet, erratic praise, it was music to his ears.

Before you could come down from your high his weight was above you once more, his lips tangling with yours.

"You know there's no coming back from this?" He spoke between kisses, his gaze was piercing when he finally looked at you, he wasn't just searching your eyes, he was searching your soul for any form of resistance.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," your voice was low and sultry, you wrapped your hand around the base of his neck, pulling his ear towards your lips. "I want you to fuck me." Your devilish smile sets his soul on fire, the tickle of your breath on his neck made his cock twitch in anticipation. He lined himself up with your dripping core and pushed himself inside. Like two perfectly aligned pieces of a jigsaw you fit perfectly together, it took a few moments for you both to come to your senses before he began moving. There was no mercy when it came to the devil, he was fast and starving for you, the way he rolled his groin further into you massaged your clit as his cock stretched your walls in all the right places had you seeing stars.

Moans and grunts filled the apartment from both of you, the pace changing from fast and hard to slow and passionate, with his hunger sated Lucifer slowly kissed your neck as he continued to move his hips in response to yours in perfect synchronicity. You could feel that coil building inside your lower abdomen, a simmering fire now raging and threatening to burst.

"Come for me," with a low whisper in your ear and a precise grinding movement pushed you over the edge, you felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams with sheer bliss, a thunderous explosion roaring through your soul.

The sounds radiating from you was the push that was needed for Lucifer to follow you, on the precipice of release he could feel power surging through him as intense as displaying his true form, he quickly demanded that you shut your eyes, cupping his hand over your eyelids to ensure the flash of white light wasn't witnessed by you as he spilled himself inside, he came hard and so intense that his breathing became laboured and ragged next to your ear.

Deeming it safe he slowly uncovered your eyes, the sheer intensity of the white light left dots dancing around your vision, although once your eyes adjusted it wasn't exactly white spots that you were surrounded by...

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