“Go…Go away! Don´t- Don´t touch me!” You´re screaming, flinching away from his touch. Your eyes are wild, your breaths come fast and shallow and your whole body is trembling in fear.
“It’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, slowly approaching you and crouching down to one knee in front of you, carefully reaching out his arms to take your hands in his, holding them firmly. Looking up, your eyes meet his piercing blue ones. “I´m here. They won’t get you, kitten. You’re safe and they can’t hurt you again. I won´t let them come near you. You know you can trust me, right?”
Lucifer watches you, scanning your body for wounds and spreading his arms for you to lean in, just like you always do. Carefully and wincing, you lean close to his chest. He wraps his arms around you and startles when he feels something sticking out of your back and the warm wetness around.
Your head leans against his shoulders and you feel your limbs getting numb. You struggle to keep your eyes open.
“Hey, no kitten. Stay with me,” Lucifer mumbles and tries to wake you up, to heal you, but his grace is almost gone. “Don’t you die now kitten…i need you!” He yells and then the darkness surrounds you.
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She’s just hanging limb in my arms, I couldn’t save her. But I know, she’ll wake up again. I know this place… I once created it to torture. The city of nightmares and blood, a place where one lives his nightmares to an extend that will break them. I never visited this place before, I don’t know anything about it… Just that I created this place and it’s guardians.
(Y/N) ’s moving in my arms.
“Slow, kitten. It’s alright, I’m here.” She opens her eyes and smiles when she sees me. Please kitten don’t smile like this.
“Lucifer… You are alright!” Tilting her head upwards to kiss me, she sighs. “Luci… I died again, right?” She asks and I nod.
“Kitten…I…I don´t know…how often…I will be..be able to see…you die before…I lose my mind..” I am stuttering at the thought of her dying again and fear crawls up in my chest.
“It´s….it´s okay, Lucifer. My…My brothers will find a way to…to get us out of here…” She mumbles and slowly sits up. Hearing some strange noise, I look around, not seeing anything but a writing appearing on the ground.
“Sacrifice… blood….love…escape…nightmares.” Reading those words out loud, I am confused.
“See…I told you they find a way, Luci.” She says, her eyes growing wide of fear when reading it.
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Your heart drops.
Sacrifice the blood of your love to escape the nightmares. You just KNEW that you´ve read about this place somewhere.
“It’s simple, Luci….To get out of here…You have to kill me and sacrifice my blood…to this place” You explain, your voice shaky and hoarse.
He stares at you in shock. “No. I can´t. You…You have to kill me so that you can get out of here, kitten! I won’t kill you…” He mumbles, his voice dying at the end.
Cupping his cheek, you give him an encouraging smile. “Don´t worry. You have to do it…You’re an archangel…I can’t kill you, Luci.”
Just shaking his head and mumbling “No!” The whole time, he clings to your body.
“Lucifer…” You sigh, cupping his face again and kissing him softly. “You saw me dying so much down here…I don´t want you to break…I want you to live and help my brothers. And…someday you will see me again up in heaven, okay?” You whisper while pulling out his archangel blade and laying it into his hands.
Lucifer shakes his head and starts to get up, you in his arms, but immediately drops down on his knees again. “No kitten… I….just can’t lose you..” He mumbles and lets his beautiful, yet bruised and faint wings surround both of you.
“You have to…” You wrap his hand around the handle of his blade and place it right above your heart.
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Shaking my head, I just sit on my heels, clinging to her while she wants me to sacrifice her.
“I… I Can’t do this… Kitten…I’d rather die than to hurt you…” My voice breaks and I just stare at her with tears in my eyes. She really wants me to sacrifice her, to end her life that I can escape.
Staring down at the archangel blade, she placed above her heart, I hesitate. My hands are shaking and I have to blink tears away.
“Do it, Luci.” She whispers and then presses down my hands, piercing her heart while she just smiles and looks into my eyes.
I can feel the blood flowing out of the wound and let go off the blade, just to cling even more to her body and let out all the tears and sobbing.
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“(Y/N)!” You hear your brother’s voices and open your eyes.
“Dean… Sam? Am… Am I back?” Sam nods and smiles happily at you. Dean carefully helps you to sit up and you see Lucifer laying next to you, sleeping.
“He’s still caught in his nightmare…” Sam mumbles and your eyes grow wide.
He should’ve been back already. He did what the lore said. He sacrificed you to escape.
“But… He…he sacrificed my blood, the blood of his love… He should be back!” You yell at Sam and he shakes his head.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Dean’s voice sounds sceptical. “He could never have killed you. You know that."
His words let your eyes grow wide.
"No…You’re right. I… I pushed the blade in my heart… His hands were wrapped around it… But I pushed it down….” Your voice breaks when you realize it and you crawl over to shake him.
“Luci… Please wake up now… I’m sorry… I didn’t..mean to…to leave you there…” Trailing off, you lay your head down on his chest and let out the sobs which are shaking your body.
“… ‘ts okay… Kitten…” His voice pulls you out of your thoughts and he lays a hand on your head. Lifting his head a bit, he kisses the top of your head.
“How…did you…” Your eyes grow wide, stare at him.
“I still…had my blade… I just…couldn’t live without you…” He mumbles and wraps both arms around you.
“Sacrifice your blood for your love to escape the nightmares.” Sam recites the lines. “You had to be ready to sacrifice yourself to get out of there. They want you to give your own life, your own blood, that’s the trial in this city of nightmares and blood.” He explains and looks at both of you.
“I just love you so much, my kitten.” Lucifer whispers and kisses the top of your head.
“And I love you, Luci.” You mumble and smile into his chest.
It’s not that much of a surprise the fact that I’m late,but at least I’ve finished these drawings before New Year’s Eve,which is good,because this was supposed to be a Christmas present of sortbased on the ask I sent some time ago,the one about Clover’s and Violet’s ideal dates,I tried to sketch some winter fluff for them and their partners,even if I’m not the best at coloring or shadingI still hope it’s good enough
Of course I added even my MC and Mammon,but that’s because they’re basically part of the squad at this pointanyway I hope you like the gift @hyper-super-cloverand@tokamiart ! Merry late Christmas❤
(P.S:the signature on the drawings is different from my tumblr account because that’s my twitter name,since I kinda wanted to post the sketches there too,hope you two don’t mind)
It has been quite a while since the last time I posted something, but I swear I’m alive, it’s just that university often makes me tired and unable to post.Still,I have a Halloween idea for a sketch, which I hope to finish in time, one including MC’s Classmates wearing matching outfits with MC (and one with Clover,Violet and Camy dressed up in their spooky costumes✨so I will try to do my best @hyper-super-cloverand@tokamiart . Oh btw : Clover and Violet are in this sketch too there’s also Aria @datpeachygirl -). Here is a old drawing I almost forgot to post:
I probably should have posted this sooner, but at least I will post something on time for once. Anyway-
Today is @datpeachygirl ’s birthday! ✨ So I wish my dear friend (and also waifu-) a really special and happy day because she deserves a lot of love! Also I wasn’t sure if you shared your birthday with your MC Aria @datpeachygirl ,so if I was wrong I’m sorry, but in any case I drew a quick sketch for you! About Aria being spoiled on her birthday by Camy (and dressed up nicely for a date with Lucy later). I hope it’s enough :
Bonus:
(Sorry but sometime MC [Camy] is like a worried mother, so she needs to have a “nice chat” with Lucifer first-)
♥︎ “heyyy your requests are open! can I request period sex with Lucifer? can I also request oral in the story? I’m on mine rn and it’s all I can think about please and thank you ”
a/n : just a short knight x prince au! this was supposed to be a much longer angst fic but the plot didn’t work out (im almost convinced that some natural forces are preventing me from writing luci angst) so this is just an extract of what ive already written ^^
warning : none except for a swordfight and brief mentions of sickness
You had been a knight for as long as you could remember.
Your father was an esteemed fighter, chief commander of the army, and once the royal guard for the Queen. His fame followed you everywhere you went– This is the child of the greatest knight of our time. Will they outshine their father on the battlefield?
With this much expectation weighed on you, your father didn’t go soft on training you. You’d learnt how to hold a sword before you could hold a fork, and how to ride a horse before you could run. Memories of your childhood were laced with restless training, sweat raining on the grass, and the countless opponents pointing their weapons at you. Friends were a rarity. Kids your age were no match for your skills, and so they turned respect into jealousy.
“Pay them no mind,” your father said to you one night in the squires’ room, amidst the loud snoring. “If you are a warrior of true worth, others’ opinions will never beat you down.”
“But I want to have friends,” you argued.
“Your purpose is to become as good a knight as I am, not to play around.”
“That’s what youwant me to be. I want to make friends.”
Even in the dark, you could make out the creases on his forehead. “Does that mean that you want to live in this place and repeat the same cycles everyday until you die? Can you bear wielding your sword from dawn to dusk, without a purpose? You can make all the friends you want when you get yourself among the royals. And listen well when I tell you this: only the elites will be accepted.”
That was the last time you talked to him about your own wishes. As a matter of fact, it would be the last time you talked at all, for he would soon lose his life trying to rescue victims from an accidental fire. Many people, including the Queen, deemed him a martyr, the knight who loved his country till his very last breath. To you, he was just a father who cared for you in a way you couldn’t understand.
What happened after was a blur. You put in more effort in your training, until your fingers ached and your knees were bruised. A lot of that determination came not from grief, but rather the shame and rage of not feeling it at all.
Hi guys, I hope you are having a great [Insert time of day you are reading this]. I’m really proud of this one and I hope you all like it as much as I do. Without further ado:
It takes a mere 60 seconds for an adult to drown. One minute for the water to claim a life. And when you are watching the person you love drown helplessly, it feels like literal hell. Lucifer would know as he was forced to do so at gunpoint after having already been shot once.
How did this all happen?
It was a case that started the same as every other case, with a dead body. It was a drowning with foul play involved. During the investigation, another drowning victim was discovered. Long story short, they were both on the same swim team in high school. After interviewing other kids on that swim team, you had figured out who the killer was and who his final target was. The killer was a kid who almost drowned when three of the swimmers took him out in a lake and flipped his kayak thinking it was funny that he couldn’t swim. His name was Ryan, and four years later, he was getting his revenge.
He was planning to strike again, this time at the high school gym. You were able to intercept his intended victim and cautiously went into the gym, hoping to catch him off guard. What you weren’t expecting was for him to have an accomplice who was armed.
“LAPD, Put the gun down,” you ordered.
“I don’t think so Detective, put yours down or I’ll shoot your partner over there,” he replied.
“Come on Ryan, I get why you are doing this. You wanted them to feel what you felt that night. What they did to you was cruel. I wish I could change that, but I can’t. But if you have your friend put the gun down, we can all walk out of here tonight,” you tried to reason.
“Have you ever drowned detective? Did you know that you don’t actually inhale until right before you blackout? The instinct to not let water in is so strong that you won’t until you can’t handle the excruciating pain from the pressure in your head. You try to fight it, but really it’s when you let it in that the pain goes away,” he explained.
“That night at the lake wasn’t the first time I drowned and they knew that. I was terrified of the water, but I thought they were my friends. And when they flipped me they just watched and laughed. Then they left me there to die,” he growled.
“I’m so sorry that you had to go through that Ryan, I really am. But we need him to put the gun down so no one gets hurt,” you replied.
“You’re just like them. You’re just another stupid popular kid, you don’t even see me,” he shouted and then redirected his attention to his friend, “Shoot him,”
“Wait,” you yelled putting your gun down. “My gun is down, you are in charge of this situation. Tell me, Ryan, what do you want to happen next?”
“Hmmm. Come over here,” he ordered. You took a deep breath and did so overly aware of Lucifer watching worriedly.
“Take off your vest,” he demanded and you did so.
“You don’t have to do this,” you tried. His response was hitting you across the face which caused Lucifer to lunge in your direction and caused Ryan’s friend to shoot him in the abdomen. You watched as the blood seeped through his shirt.
“Okay what next?” you gulped tears running down your cheeks.
“Stand still,” he said as he strapped weights to you. You watched Lucifer who was leaning against the wall grimacing from the pain. You had a plan, but it was absolutely bonkers and absolutely last case scenario.
“Okay now, jump in,” Ryan ordered.
“What?!”
“Do it or he’ll shoot your friend again, in the head this time,” he said.
“How do I know you won’t shoot him again after I jump?” you asked.
“I give you my word,” he said, not that that meant anything.
“Detective, you can’t actually be considering this?” Lucifer tried to reason.
“Do it now,” Ryan demanded.
“I’m sorry,” you said to Lucifer before jumping in.
The weights pulled you down to the bottom of the deep end. You flailed and fought against it with everything you had. But it was no use, eventually, you gave in to the pain and let go.
Lucifer was outraged as he watched you go under the water. He wanted to jump in and save you but instead was forced to watch it happen. When the water stilled he wanted to cry out but refrained. He knew that you were dead because he was healing.
In an instant, his sadness for you turned to anger. He walked towards Ryan’s friend who was firing repeatedly at him and slammed him back into the wall hard enough to knock him out.
“What? How? I-I don’t-What are you?” Ryan questioned as he edged backwards in fear.
“I am the devil. And the amount of water you will be surrounded with in hell,” he said flashing his eyes before he knocked him out as well.
He didn’t waste another second and dove underwater. He went to your lifeless form and broke off the chains allowing them to sink to the bottom with the weights. He then struggled slightly to lift you out of the water jumping out and starting CPR.
“Come on Y/n,” he said as he did chest compressions before pausing to give you mouth to mouth.
“Come back to me,” he yelled as he started the second round of chest compressions. He knew that he needed to call an ambulance, but he also couldn’t stop what he was doing.
“Come on, come on,” he said frantically as he started the third round “Please Y/n” he begged.
It was then that you started coughing up water and Lucifer pulled you up into a sitting position pulling out his phone to call for backup.
“Are you okay?” you asked pulling up his shirt as he hung up.
“You die and your first question is if I’m alright?” he laughed kissing your forehead.
“I’m fine,” he added as you were looking at him expectantly, “Are you okay?”
“I’m doing great for someone who just drowned,” you joked.
“Back-up is on the way, then we can get out of here,” he added wrapping his arms around you ignoring the fact that you were both soaking wet.
It was Dan who came in first, “Really guys, swimming on the job?” he joked and Lucifer shot him a death glare. Ryan and his friend were carried out and placed in the back of squad cars. Lucifer stood up and helped you to your feet. Your body was on fire and he had to support the majority of your weight as he escorted you out to the ambulance.
They checked you over and warned you that you weren’t entirely out of the water yet. They gave Lucifer a list of symptoms to look for over the next 24 hours and extinguished any thought you had of going to work the next day.
After what felt like forever, you were back in the passenger’s seat of Lucifer’s car. The wind making it freezing as you rode back to LUX. You then made a beeline for the guestroom shower wanting to feel warmth again. Lucifer was going to offer to shower with you, but he figured that you had been through enough for one night. Instead, he took his own shower and made you some tea and pouring himself a strong drink. He had come far to close to losing you.
When you came out of the shower Lucifer met you with the warm tea in his hand, which you graciously accepted. You climbed into bed and laid with your head on Lucifer’s chest just focusing on the steady rise and fall along with the sound of his heart beating. You had come far too close to losing him.
The next day Lucifer hardly let you leave the bed. He insisted on having a proper day off and catered to your every desire. The two of you watched TV together and spent the day in, which was a nice change of pace all things considered.
This is part 1 of 2 of Crash. It is a Lucifer x Reader Imagine. Honestly, I don’t know exactly how I feel about it, but full send.
It was a rare occurrence that you and Lucifer got a night off between your work at the precinct and the celestial drama that came with dating the literal devil. That is one reason that you were so excited about tonight. It was the two year anniversary of your partnership with Lucifer and your guys’ one year anniversary as a couple. Both of you had agreed to put your other obligations aside for one night. It didn’t matter if someone was murdered, if the streets caught fire, or if it started raining frogs, this date was happening. At least that is what you thought.
You were at your apartment getting ready, being interrupted occasionally by texts from Lucifer. He was even more eager for tonight than you were. He had planned the entire thing meticulously with help from Ella. He wanted everything to be perfect because tonight was finally the night that he was going to propose.
The old Lucifer would have never considered marriage, the thought of being tied down to one girl for the rest of his life, which was literally forever, was completely unappealing. He could never imagine wanting that, especially when he got to experience an endless party with all of the sex he could ever dream of. That was at least until he met you. He soon came to realize that one meaningful relationship with the right person was everything he never knew that he wanted. Sure, there were snags along the way, but he couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else. When he thought about what he truly desired most, it was you. In a way, it had always been you.
He arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes early to make sure that everything was set up just the way he wanted. He took the ring out of his pocket and placed it on the table, then decided against that placing it back in his pocket. To say that he was nervous would be slightly underselling it. He knew that he had no reason to be, but he really couldn’t help it. He knew that this was going to be one of those moments that neither of you would ever forget. Taking a drink from his flask, he decided to text Ella in an attempt to make the time pass faster.
His phone started ringing which brought a smile to his face as he saw your name and goofy contact picture which accompanied it. He wasted no time answering it, “Aw, Y/n love, how far out are you?”
“Lucifer,” you started.
Something was wrong, he could tell by your voice. He stood up and went towards the bathroom so he could hear you better.
“Y/n? Are you okay? What’s going on?” he asked.
“It’s the car from the other day, it’s following me again,” you explained trying to stay calm.
“Where are you right now?” he asked already fumbling for his keys.
“I’m about five minutes from the restaurant, I went the back way. Oh god,”
“What? What’s happening?” he questioned as he ran out to his car.
“They’re trying to run me off the road,” you cried as the car hit into your own causing you to momentarily lose control and scream.
“Y/n? Y/n!” Lucifer yelled as he sped in your direction.
“It’s okay, I’m-”
That was the last thing you said before Lucifer was forced to listen to the crash. He yelled into the phone begging for a response, but to no avail. He reluctantly hung up in order to call 911. It felt like an eternity before he arrived at the crash site.
He barely put the car in park before sprinting over to your car which was upside down in a ditch completely mangled. Your car was smoking, which was not a good sign. Between that and how dark it was, it was very hard to see. He knelt down and tried to get a good look at you and the position you were in. He knew that the smoke meant the entire car was at risk of catching on fire and that he didn’t have much time to get you out. He could see blood but wasn’t able to make out the source of the injury.
“Lucifer?” you coughed, barely audible.
“It’s okay Y/n, I’m right here. You’re going to be fine,” he said as he used his strength to pull off the driver’s side door.
“Okay, I’m going to get you out of here. Can you put your hands on the roof?” he asked.
You nodded and repositioned yourself yelping in pain.
“Attagirl, now I’m gonna undo your seat belt and get you out of there. Ready? 3-2-1” he spoke as he undid your seatbelt and pulled you out of the car. He carried you a safe distance away trying to be careful not to cause any further damage, laying you down and gently resting your head in his lap.
“Can you tell me where it hurts?” he asked as he scanned you for potential injuries. It was then that he noticed the piece of glass sticking out of your stomach.
“It doesn’t hurt,” you breathed.
Lucifer carefully repositioned himself to apple pressure around the glass to help staunch the bleeding.
“Be thankful for the adrenaline darling,” he replied checking for any other obvious injuries.
“Is it bad?” you asked trying to sit up to see before Lucifer stopped you.
“You’ll be fine, I just need you to be still until the ambulance gets here.” he answered calmly.
“Some date this is,” you coughed.
“I’ve had worse,” Lucifer laughed.
“Why is it so cold?” you whispered. This caused Lucifer to frown, it wasn’t cold at all. You were in LA in July, it had to be around 70*. Regardless, he played along wishing the ambulance would arrive already.
“I don’t know, but here’s my jacket,” he said as he laid it over you and repositioned himself to apply more pressure.
“Always such a gentleman,” you said causing you to cough again. This time there was blood in your mouth.
“Okay, that’s enough out of you,” he quipped trying to hide his concern.
You frowned but couldn’t care too much, everything was starting to numb out. You were struggling to focus. Exhaustion was taking over your senses. Lucifer seemed to notice this and started talking to you again, but it was like he was speaking a different language. You could hear him, but you couldn’t understand him.
You were still conscious when the ambulance arrived and Lucifer hoped in with you. He continued to talk to you, but it was like you were underwater, nothing seemed real. His worried face was the last thing you remembered seeing before the drugs kicked in.
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Lucifer walked into the precinct with coffee for the two of you. Truth be told it was partially an apology. Even though he couldn’t explicitly remember doing anything wrong, you had been ignoring his calls and texts, so he must have angered you somehow. He was mentally going over his blanket apology when he walked to your desk only to realize it was vacant. He checked the clock and found it entirely bizarre that you weren’t there.
Lucifer walked through the precinct asking Dan, Ella, and his other friends on the force if they knew of your whereabouts, which they didn’t. Dan did agree that it was very unlike you to miss work, especially without calling in. He took out his phone and tried to call you, but it went straight to your voicemail.
Even though everyone cautioned Lucifer not to worry as there was most likely a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this, he couldn’t help it. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong. This wasn’t like you at all.
Getting nowhere at the station, Lucifer decided to swing by your place and see if you were there. When he noticed your car in the driveway, he was relieved. That at least meant that you had made it home last night. You probably just forgot to charge your phone and overslept. He made his way inside using the spare key you had given him. He walked in and glanced around calling out for you, frowning when he received no response. He checked the bedroom and bathroom, but it was no use you obviously weren’t home.
It was then that he decided to start making phone calls. He reached out to Maze, some of your friends, even your mother, none of which had heard from you since yesterday evening. He was stuck, debating what his next move should be. He asked himself what you would be doing if the situations were reversed.
He decided to head back to the station and see if you checked in. Maybe Ella could track your phone? He didn’t know to be honest, at this point he was starting to really get worried. He was walking towards Ella’s office when Dan called him over with urgency.
What he saw next made him sick with anger. There was a video, which appeared to be live streaming with you tied up in a chair face bruised. A man was speaking, “- LAPD ruined me in front of my family. So I will ruin your family in front of your eyes. You have 6 hours to fix this or the detective will be punished for your sins.”
This is a Lucifer x Reader imagine. Enjoy! PS. you can find the rest of my imagines on my Masterlist.
Why couldn’t one case just be open and shut easy? This is what was running through your mind as you were running after your latest killer. The two of you maneuvering through a construction zone. Luckily, you were not afraid of heights because that would have been a serious problem. You wondered how far off Lucifer was, secretly hoping that he’d show up to intervene sooner than later.
You were closing in when your phone started ringing. You looked down for a split second, which was long enough for you to lose sight of the killer. You continued walking cautiously, “Graham, it’s over, there is nowhere left to run. Just turn yourself in,” you advised moving closer.
That is when he came up from behind you and shoved you towards the edge. The two of you struggled against each other. You were able to hear voices nearing you and apparently he did as well as he pulled you up near the edge and held you by the throat with your sidearm forced against the side of your head.
“Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot her, I swear I’ll do it,” he yelled desperately.
“Okay Graham, just calm down. We don’t want anyone to get hurt here,” Dan answered calmly edging just into your line of sight.
“I can’t go to jail, I can’t,” Graham urged.
You were analyzing the situation trying to figure a way out of it. There was no way that you were disarming him, the two of you were too close to the edge for you to try any physical maneuvers. He was already becoming unstable which meant he was becoming less and less unpredictable. While realizing the bleakness of it all, you just wished that Lucifer was there.
“Graham, I need you to let go of the detective. Do that and we can talk about this, I promise,” Dan tried to reason.
“I-I can’t. Oh God, how did this happen? I didn’t mean for this- This isn’t me,” Graham spiraled, his grip on your neck tightening, making it harder to breath. It was then that you noticed Lucifer, you could see the worry in his eyes as he assessed what was going on.
“Graham, it’s going to be okay. Look at me, no gun, I’m not going to hurt you,” he tried, taking a step towards the two of you. Graham watched him, tears running down his face as he realized for the first time how screwed he actually was.
“You’ve got the gun, you have the power. Just let the detective go,” he coaxed not daring to break eye contact for even a second. Graham started to release his grip on you, at least enough that you could breathe freely.
“That’s it Graham, just release the Detective,” he repeated calmly taking another step towards the two of you.
That was all it took to set Graham off. He whispered, “I’m sorry,” before shoving you over the edge and making a run for it. He made it three steps before Dan shot him in the shoulder and two of the officers cuffed him.
Lucifer watched as it happened lunging towards you, but he wasn’t fast enough. He screamed your name and then sprinted down to where you were absolutely terrified that he had lost you. When he made his way down, the sight made him want to throw up. Your body was still, too still. There was blood that he couldn’t place. The entire thing looked surreal. He checked for your pulse and put his ear to your mouth listening for your breathing. All the while praying to his father that it was there and that you weren’t —-.
Dan came close behind him calling for the medics and warning Lucifer not to move you. Lucifer was internally freaking out to the point that he barely noticed him. All that he could focus on was you. He had to be pulled away when the medics arrived and couldn’t even focus on the words they were saying. He just watched them swarm around you hooking up monitors and applying braces. He was at a complete loss. He didn’t take his eyes off of you once until they loaded you into the ambulance.
“Sir! Are you riding with?” one of the medics asked.
“Wh-what?” Lucifer asked snapping out of it.
“Are you riding with?” she repeated.
“Yes,” he said before climbing in with you.
“No response,” “Glasgow Coma 6”, “Potential Hemorrhage,”
Lucifer heard the words and reached for your hand willing you to be okay. You arrived to the hospital and were rolled away frantically by a plethera of nurses and doctors. Lucifer was left standing in the hallway as you were taken to the trauma wing. There were tears in his eyes as he watched you disappear out of sight. To those who saw him, he looked like a lost puppy whose bone was just stolen.
Dan and Ella rushed to the hospital, Ella called Maze who called Linda who called Amenadiel. Everyone arrived separately and tried to reassure Lucifer that everything was going to be fine, but he wouldn’t believe them until you were back in his arms and he could hear your laugh.
After what felt like an eternity later, your doctor finally came out.
“Is anyone here for Miss Y/f/n Y/l/n?” she asked.
“I’m her boyfriend and partner,” Lucifer said as he stood up. The others also came over to hear what was going on.
“Her injuries were more severe than we first thought. We were able to alleviate the pressure and stop the bleeding in her brain. She was placed in a medically induced coma to allow the inflammation to go down. We won’t know the full extent of her condition until she is awake. She’s quite lucky to even be alive,” the doctor explained.
“Can we see her?” Maze asked.
“She’s in the ICU right now and can’t have visitors. In the morning, we will be moving her to a private room and reducing her sedatives. You should all go home and get some rest and come back then,” she answered before excusing herself back to work.
Everyone was a little disheartened by the news, but no one more than Lucifer. “Lucky to even be alive,” he repeated in disbelief. If only he would have got there sooner, maybe this could have all been prevented.
“But she is, and that is what is important brother. She will be fine, Y/n is strong. You know that,” Amenadiel reassured resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, Y/n is one of the strongest humans I know,” Maze added.
“I just wish-” Lucifer started.
“Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for this. Don’t think about what you would do differently. It’s not healthy,” Linda interrupted.
“I can’t help it,” he said staring off and replaying the scene in his head again.
“You should all go home, I will stay with Luci and make sure everything is okay,” Amenadiel spoke.
“I’m not leaving,” Maze stated sitting down next to Lucifer.
Linda, Dan, and Ella reluctantly left knowing that there wasn’t anything that they’d be able to do until morning anyways.
It was a long night, but none of the celestial beings moved from their seats. They just sat and waited. The small talk didn’t last long before a comfortable silence took over. Maze and Amenadiel were just as worried about Lucifer as they were you. They knew that he would be more than devastated if something happened to you.
It wasn’t until 10 am the next day that the nurse came and led Lucifer back to your room. He paused for a moment outside your door. He knew that once he opened it he would have to face reality and there would be no turning back. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
There you were, a hospital gown where your uniform had been. A bandage secured firmly around your head and a tube that was allowing you to breath sticking out of your throat. You looked helpless which was not something Lucifer had seen before.
He felt awkward and out of place, not knowing what he should do exactly. He was nervous, which didn’t really make sense to him considering you were unconscious. It was all too much for him, seeing you like that. He took a seat beside you and took your hand, but even that felt off. He wanted to be there for you, but he didn’t know how to be.
Everyone else trickled in and out, all talking to you. Dan explained that Graham was locked up for good and how the cases were waiting for you whenever you were ready. Ella had brought in a bag of your clothes from Lux and explained how she made sure that your car made it back from the scene. Maze lovingly threatened you. And Amenadiel wished you well. Finally, it was just Linda and Lucifer in your room.
“Why do they do that?” he asked staring at your hand.
“Why do they do what?” she asked.
“Why do they all talk to her like there is nothing wrong?”
“Well, some people have to normalize situations in order to cope. It is also believed that coma patients are aware of their surroundings. Have you not talked to her?” she asked.
“I don’t even know what to say,” he answered.
“Maybe it would help if you close your eyes and pretend that the two of you were back at LUX? Just a normal day. I’ll give you the room,” she replied, placing her hand on his shoulder.
He sat there for a minute, just thinking before he gave in and tried it, closing his eyes. “Wow, this is absurd. Me. Lucifer Morningstar at a loss for words,” he joked.
“I don’t know what to say. Linda said to close my eyes and pretend this is a conversation between us at LUX. Which I am, but you wouldn’t know that because you are unconscious. I don’t know how I am supposed to pretend that everything is okay when we are where we are. It’s my fault, we shouldn’t have split up. I just- and when I saw him with a gun to your head. But then I watched you fall and I thought you were-,” he revealed so caught up in the moment he hadn’t even noticed you squeezing his hand.
You tried to say something and started freaking out still not entirely aware of the fact that you were intubated. The sudden change in your stats not only caught Lucifer’s attention, a look of relief and worry taking over his face, but also caught the attention of the nurses who rushed in and forced him out.
After what felt like an eternity, he was allowed back in your room. You were propped up more, breathing on your own, clearly worn out. The nurse informed Lucifer that you were mostly fine, and just needed to take it easy and rest. Overtaken by the good news, he pulled her into a hug.
“Wow, you moved on already,” he heard you joke softly. His chest felt like it was going to burst with relief.
“Come now Darling, you know no one will ever replace you,” he said smoothly as he went to your side, “how are you feeling?”
“Better now that you are here.”
“Well, I do tend to have that affect in people,” he smiled.
“Graham?”
“In custody. He will be locked up for the rest of his life. He’s lucky you’re okay otherwise that would have been the least of his problems.”
“Lucifer…”
“Don’t Lucifer me, if not me, Maize would have taken care of him. He almost–” but Lucifer couldn’t finish that thought.
“But he didn’t. And I’m fine. See,” you interrupted doing small jazz hands at the end.
“I love you, you know that?”
“Well I would hope so at this point,” you laughed before adding, “I love you too Lucifer.”
“Are you sure there isn’t anything you need? Anything I can get you?”
“No, I have everything I need right here,” you said through a new wave of exhaustion.
Lucifer, picking up on this, replied softly, “Get some rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Content Warning: Lucifer has an emotional breakdown.
Word Count:1.0k+
Summary:Lucifer’s spent thousands of years convincing everyone, including himself, that his pride is unwavering. Tonight, in your presense, it comes crashing down.
Anyways, thanks for reading, y’all! I hope you enjoy!
It was moments like this that reminded you how humanthe Avatar of Pride could be. Human, but never weak. Like tempered glass, Lucifer was strong, but had the capacity to break if too much pressure was applied. Not that he would ever show anyone, of course - how would that affect his pride, his pride that he had spent the better millenia solidifying as unwavering? He couldn’t show anybody how quickly pride can be broken when met with the mortifying ordeal of shame and embarrassment. How could he?
Well, it’s a good thing that your bond with Lucifer is unlike any other bond in existence.
You could feel it. Physically, emotionally, and mentally - it is all consuming, and it is heavy. That’s what it’s like to have a pact with Lucifer - it’s not justa pact, it’s an oath. Every fibre of your being was tied to his, and every fibre of his was tied to yours - mind, body, and spirit. If you were so happy that your grin reached your ears, then he could feel it. If his pride was so overwhelming that it consumed the air in the room, then you could feel it inside of you as well. And now, as you could feel the emotions he’s tried so hard to keep buried spill out onto the floor for all to see, you could feel it even in your slumber.
You woke up with a jolt, your exhaustion almost immediately dismissed. You wiped the remnants of sleep from your eyes and pushed your hair out of your eyes to see Lucifer sitting on the edge of his bed, his bare back to yours hunched over as he laid his head in his palms. You glanced over at the clock on his wall - 3:39am. He must’ve just come in from another late night, you assumed, because he wasn’t with you when you went to bed all those hours ago.
“Luci?” you whispered, almost carefully. Lucifer remained still, even at the sound of your voice. He was grateful to hear it, of course. Like everything about you, your voice always made even the worst of situations better. But this, Lucifer knew, was different. He knew that you could feel what he was feeling, and the idea of that made him sick to his stomach. How could he hide from you? How could he hide from you that his pride had been shattered, and that he feels like he had just lost his grip on the lightest thread that kept him holding on in the first place?
He couldn’t, and the thought of that terrifiedone of the most terrifying beings in all of the three realms.
But you could feel it. You could feel that the endless late nights couped up in his office, his face buried in stacks of paperwork at the expense of pleasing Lord Diavolo were beginning to wear him down. You could feel the strain on his relationship with his brothers as clear as day, like how dearly he loves each and every one of them, but that he could never show and express it the way he wants to. How could he, when Mammon’s eyes swell with tears in fear of punishment justbecause Mammon dropped a glass plate in his eldest brother’s presence? Or how Satan and Belphie hate him so passionately that the idea of poisoning him or ridding his existence from their life excitesthem? You could feel it, and it made you feel like you were going to puke.
And then there was the all-consuming need to be, in every sense of the word, perfect. His tie couldn’t be wrinkled in the slightest, because his appearance could never be anything short of flawless. His nails had to be perfectly manicured and painted with a crimson red, and if they couldn’t be, then they must be hidden. He had to watch where he walked and howhe walked, because the idea of tripping or falling was mortifying to death. Everything about him - his image, his grades, his power, his influence, his love, his existence - had to be flawless. You knew this because you felt it with every ounce of your being.
Without a second thought, you pushed your blankets off of yourself and stood, rounding your way around Lucifer’s enormous bed and making your way around to your lover. He didn’t so much as waver even at your presence in front of him, until it was your own hands that grabbed him and forced him not to keep his face hidden. As you did so, you knelt to the ground and positioned yourself in front of him, both of his hands clasped with one of yours, as you used the other hand to press his forehead to yours.
There, you remained like that. Forehead to forehead, his hands intertwined with yours. Neither of your lips had connected, but you could feel each other’s breath against each other’s lips. Whether or not he wanted more would be his decision only, and you would be with him every step of the way.
“If you’re hurt, just know that you always have me,” you spoke, barely audible over the pregnant silence of the room. Your words were for him and him alone. “You don’t need to be the strong one all of the time. Let me carry you, Lucifer. ”
At your words, Lucifer wept.
Keeping his forehead pressed against yours, Lucifer silently wept. And it didn’t take long for you to cry either - after all, you could physically feelhis pain. But in that moment, there was another thing you could feel within Lucifer’s emotions - comfort. Comfort to be in your presence. Comfort the second he felt your satin skin on his. Comfort to let the dam break and lay every ounce of his heartbreak and pain on you. Comfort to know that despite everything, that you love him, and that he loves you, and how irreversible that fact was.
As Lucifer continued to cry, he effortlessly brought you from your knees to his lap in a desperate attempt to keep you as close as possible. You stayed with him like this for a countless amount of time - neither one of you knew when you both eventually succumbed to slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms, heart to heart as you laid on his chest for the remainder of the night and well into the morning.
Hi everyone! I know, I know - I haven’t updated in a hot minute. My mental health has been down the goddamn drain, sitting real pretty next to any and all of my inspiration to write. However, I’ve decided to try something new to get my creative flow going again.
So, I’m introducing 50 Days of ‘Touch’ prompts, inspired bythis prompt list. Every update will be a short Obey Me x Gender Neutral Main Character fic from the provided fic list, in numerical order of the brothers (ex. Prompt One = Lucifer, Prompt Two = Mammon, Prompt Six = Beel, etc.).
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Tw: Blood, OOC-ish, mentions of dying
Lucifer
Humans are fragile and this shows it.
After making a pact with all the brothers, he expected your body to be more resilient but it seems like they’re more immune to magics and spells than injuries.
Since he’s the eldest, he probably has a first aid kit in his room. So, when you had an accident he was there to help.
“Good grief, please do not disappoint Lord Diavolo by your fragility. Here, have some Cranberry juice from the human world. It’ll avoid you from having anemia.”
Mammon
He thinks humans are weak so expect him to mock you first before taking action.
He then panics when the situation worsens.
What should he do? How should he help you? ARE YOU GOING TO DIE?
No Mammon they will not die.
“You should’ve told me a darn tissue is all you needed.”
Leviathan
Just like Mammon, Leviathan panics in these kinds of situations.
After playing loads of VR and gaming with you, he didn’t expect you’d have a nosebleed afterwards. It’s probably because of lack of sleep, you explain to him.
He probably sets time-frames when you can play with him.
“Lucifer’s going to kill me if you die. Here, I have some tissues, that’s what humans need right?”
Satan
He’s calm with the situation since he probably read in books that this situation occasionally happens with humans.
Although he’d like to find to out the factors that led you to this. Might be the dust of his books that caused you to sneezed very hard, lack of sleep, or anything.
Either uses spells to help you with your situation or he helps you by giving an aid.
“Lucifer will get angry if he thinks I’m the cause of this but it’s not good for you to get hurt either. Do you need help?”
Asmodeus
Probably cringes because of how you look with blood dripping from your nose.
He instantly helps so your beautywouldn’ttarnish.
Provides tips on how to take care of yourself plus relaxes you by inviting you to baths.
“It wouldn’t look good if you’re stressed always, MC. Nosebleeds don’t look good on you.”
Beelzebub
He probably worries he might’ve done something wrong. Slightly panics in the situation.
Asks if you need help or anything.
You ask for tissues, he gives tissues. Need ice? He’s there to comply.
“I’ve brought everything you asked for, are these enough?”
Belphegor
Frankly, I do believe he doesn’t care.
However, if the situation does become a bother, he’ll try to help with the ‘best’ that he can.
Although, he’d let you solve this problem on your own since this do happen normally with humans.
“So bothersome…You can take care yourself, right?”
Request: Yes / No Can I request sabrina chilling adventures lucifer ( luke cook ) x reader where like she is a like witch and had a one night stand not knowing what he is and like she ends up pregnant @nickibunny23
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Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Witch!Reader
Word count: 2438
Warnings: SMUT!
Y/N: Your Name
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I picked up my glass of vodka and tipped it back, taking the last bit like it was nothing. An unwanted figure passes by me at the bar and frustration immediately spreads through my veins. He looks me up and down, probably trying to figure out what’s under my dress. But I’m not dressed for him… I’m only dressed for myself. The figure whistles quietly as his gaze travels down my legs. I peer sideways and frown at his shaggy hair. His face and hands are dirty and his t-shirt is baggy. His jeans aren’t any better and desperately need a belt.
“Hey babe, why don’t you come join my friends? Gorgeous girl like you shouldn’t be sitting alone. I have somewhere better you could be sitting.” He winks and I roll my eyes.
“How charming.” I said, turning back in my seat to ignore him. I’m sure he’ll mumble something about me being a bitch and walking away, but unfortunately he doesn’t.
A sweaty palm lands on my shoulder, causing me to tense. The smell of cigarettes waft over me. I tighten my hand on my glass, many harmful spells run through my head as I turn to glare at the man.
“Hey, look lady, you don’t have to be a cunt about it, alright? You’re here to have a good time and I’m here to do the same.” He said. I lean back in my chair, before slowly peeling his hand off my shoulder.
“Listen asshole, maybe I wasn’t clean enough before. Let me spell it out for you. What I meant to say was leave me the hell alone.” I said. The man frowns and leans forward, and the fucker is bold enough to place his grimy hand on my thigh. The urge to hex him into the next generation is getting harder to control.
“Listen babe, cut the crap. Don’t play hard to get, okay? We both know why a beautiful woman like you is at the bar by herself. I’ll buy you a few drinks and we’ll take a few turns on the dance floor. Then we’ll get a room and you can make it worth my time, hmmm?” My blood starts to boil, but an unfamiliar voice cuts in before I get the chance to reply.
“I think we can both agree that the lady has already given you her answer. I suggest you get going before she starts swinging.”
The creep takes his hand off my thigh and whirls around to face the new stranger. My own eyes dart over quickly to evaluate him. I was curious to see the owner of the deep, smooth accent that had come to my aide. An accent like that doesn’t belong here. The man is tall, pale ski, and has a head full of curly dark brown hair. He was dressed in classy, yet slightly revealing clothes, but he somehow made it work. The creep’s face was growing red with anger.
“Listen pal, why don’t you mind your own business? I wasn’t talking to you, was I? I’m trying to have a good time with the beautiful lady and I got here first. If you want her then you should have gotten here before-” He was cut off with a punch right across his jaw. A yelp escapes the creep and his body hits the floor. I gasp in shock, my heart beat quickening as I watch him slowly struggle to his feet. He pulls his own fist back and aims for the dark-haired man who is bristling with anger now. Before he could hit the man, the creep paused and the man glared.
“Leave the lady alone, now.” He said. The creep dropped his arm and he had a look of horror on his face. The man scurried off and I looked at the stranger confused.
“Thank you for the help.” I said. The man grinned, taking the empty seat next to me.
“Don’t thank me yet… What should I call you?” He asked.
“Y/N.” I answered.
“Don’t thank me yet, Y/N. I was only coming over to try my luck with the beautiful lady myself. As chance had it, I saw the perfect opportunity to jump in and impress you. Did it work?” There was a twinkle in his eye. I smiled and giggled at him.
“You might have, so what do I call you?” I asked.
“Luc.” He answered. Interesting name.
The two of us engaged in conversations and drinks for hours. He may have been trying to impress me and get into my pants, but he was doing it right. He grabbed my hand and took me to the dancefloor. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, like we’ve known each other for years. He placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my face to look up at him.
“Care to make a deal with the devil?” He asked and I bit my lip. Not your usual pick up line, but it sure was working.
“What would be the deal?” I asked.
“I take your hand, lead you to the hotel across the street, and stay between those pretty legs all night.” He said and I felt the heat spread between my legs.
“Sounds like a good night.” I whispered. Luc takes a sharp breath. He steps closer to me, leaning towards me until his lips are at my ears. One finger slowly strokes my cheek.
“I’m not like the gentleman you think I am. I’m sure you’re used to vanilla men, someone who just wants to touch you once underneath the sheets in the dark. I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and sink in between your thighs. But I also want to tie your hands and ankles so you have to take whatever I give you. I want to spank your ass until it’s red with my handprint and then I want to fill you with my cock, ringing you hard. In my bed, I’m in control. I run the show and take what I want. Your body and your pleasure at my mercy. Try to turn the tables or act out of line and there’ll be punishment. I’ll use you and take what I want, then leave you in the morning.” He growled passionately into my ear. There’s a quiet hitch in my breathing as my heart begins to speed up. My world spins at his words, he’s so different to other men.
“Take me.” I said and he pulled me along to the hotel across the street. As soon as we get into the room, his lips slam onto mine and I gasp when I feel his erection press against my quivering thighs. His hands grasp both sides of my face as his tongue slants over mine, winning his battle for dominance. I sank into his kiss as my head swims with this magical feeling he’s giving to me. There’s something about this man that I can’t put my finger on. He feel’s so magical, yet dangerous. His hands trail down my back and cup my ass, they skim the delicate skin of my inner thigh, then run up my hips. They travel up my stomach and cup my breasts. His hands return to my back and unclip my bra. He pulls away suddenly, pushing me more into the room.
“Clothes off, now.” He demands. He steps back, chest heaving as he watched me. There was no way I could disobey him, it was like I was in a trance. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my hand. It lands on the floor next to my feet. I heard Luc take a deep breath. My heart flutters as I bend over and take off my heels.
“I can’t wait to touch all that beautiful skin.” His admiration encourages me as I slide my black-laced panties off. They lay discarded on the floor next to my bare feet. I shiver in anticipation as his warm hands skim their way up my bare back. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and my nipples stood erect. He grasped my arms firmly and pulled them backwards. He guides me downward until I’m bent over the soft bed. When his feet push on my ankles to widen the space between my legs, my heartbeat quickens and I lick my lips. I want to rub my thighs together, desperate for friction, but I don’t dare move. I feel rope slither around my wrists, leaving them bound behind my back. However I never felt his hands leave my skin… He lends down and places a kiss between my shoulders.
“I can’t wait to feel you around me, my little witch.” He said and my eyes widened. I looked back at him and his eyes turned red.
“Lucifer…” I whispered and his smirk grew. His palm suddenly reaches back and strikes my ass, leaving a resounding smack through the room. I jolt at the sudden strike, and I’m unable to hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
“You really thought you could escape me?” He said. I bit my lip and swallowed.
“Your beautiful cheeks are going to be red.” He growled.
“Please…” I whispered quietly.
“Ahh!” I cried out as his palm struck my other cheek. Again, and again, and again. The room is quiet except for the sound of his hand landing on my skin and my moans.
“You look perfect with my hand prints on your ass.” He says and I barely hold back a whimper.
“I wonder, how wet are you?” He asked and slipped between my open thighs, finding my clit. I jolt and back my hips as pleasure spreads like an electrical fire. I arch my back and moan as his thumb works my little button. My world is shattering into nothing but heat and flames. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on edge. Is this just the power he has over us witches?
“So fucking wet. Your pussy is absolutely drenched. Is this all for me, darling?” He asked and I nodded my head as I rocked back into his touch. Hot pleasure builds in my pussy and I’m nearly speechless. He growls and his movements begin to slow.
“Answer me.” He demands.
“Yes!” I cried out desperately.
“Thought so.” He replies smugly. His thumb picks up the speed and I feel my juices flowing. The idea of my wetness slowly sliding down his fingers has me feeling flushed. I moan and rock my hips faster. Every stroke sends me higher into oblivion. I whimper at the heat pooling in my belly, the pleasure building inside me. His touch is everything I thought it would be and more.
“That’s it my little witch, ride it out.” He growls low in my ear. His words, combined with that husky voice, sends me spiraling over the edge. A moan escapes my throat as the powerful orgasm crashes into me. My pussy spasms asI arch my back, riding the waves.
“You’re more beautiful when you come, and that’s just the beginning.” He whispers into my ear. With a loud groan, he stands and roughly turns me over. He cupps one of my breasts. His tongue gently glides across my earlobe as his thumb roughly flicks my nipple. I cry out in pleasure.
“I think the other one is feeling neglected, don’t you?” He whispers in my ear.
“Please!” I beg shamelessly. He switches to my other breast, paying the same attention as my other.
“What do you want, my little witch?” He asked. I felt my cheeks heat up and bit my lip. A smack landed on my pussy and I groaned.
“Answer my question, what do you want?” He asked, more demanding.
“You, I want you. Please!” I begged. He pulled back, his fist closing around the shaft of his huge cock. He spreads my legs open and rests the tip of it at my entrance. His fiery eyes met mine and that dark smirk appeared on his face. Before I could even think about anything he pushed into me. I have never felt so full in my life. He hissed as he eased himself further inside me and I moaned at the fullness. His eyes closed and I took a moment to memorize his features. I had never met the Dark Lord myself, but every witch and warlock was to devote themselves to him. Something I haven’t done since I ran away from my family.
“So fucking tight, my little witch.” He groaned. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pushing him deeper inside me. He began rocking his hips back and forth, all my thoughts disappeared. I took a deep breath and tried to free my arms, but it was no use. His magic was much more powerful than mine. I rocked my hips as best I could to meet his thrusts. With each thrust, his cock hit the perfect spot inside my pussy. I closed my eyes and released a loud moan. Lucifer reached between us and stroked my clit.
“Oh yes!” I moaned, his thrusts increasing. The sound of skin slapping and moans were the only thing to be heard by anyone who was passing. The roaring inferno swirled in my stomach once again, a delicious fire that threatened to burn me. His cock continues to pound inside me, even as he lends over and bites down on my shoulder. A cry leaves my throat.
“What’s my name? Tell me, who’s fucking you into oblivion right now?” He demands.
“Lucifer!” I answer, breathlessly.
“Who’s your Master?” He asked. His thrusts became more erratic as his jaw tensed.
“You, Lucifer! You, you, you…” I trailed off. He threw his head back with a satisfying roar and I feel his cum spurting inside me. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
“Yes, my little witch. Give it all to me.” He growls in my ear. My body finally begins to relax as he pulls out of me and I feel the urge to sleep take over my body. Before I know it, my eyes are closed and I’m off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning alone and clothed. I thought that night was a drunken dream. Until I got pregnant… I ran once again and tried my hardest to keep my child safe from her Father. I didn’t know what he would do if he found out, but I wasn’t planning on learning. I would keep the heir to Hell away from her destiny for as long as I live.
