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the comic layout’s heavily inspired by @sunlit-mess ! I am so nervous abt this so pls tell me if you’d like to have this taken down.

BUT ANYWAY. I was keeping this to myself for a while now but a week or two ago I unintentionally made an oc with the help of @backwardsbread who’s Vox’s acting assistant while Papermint’s away for a month. I think you can tell from the lyrics of ‘casual’ by Chappell Roan how their dynamic is like AAAAAAAAAAAA

lmk if you wanna know more about the lore. because I am rotting.

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"Why are you so obsessed with Lucifer Morningstar?"

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Kinktober, my love✨

KINKTOBER ♯ 1.1. VOX + THIGH RIDING.

in which you visit vox at the tower while he’s busy. you interrupt him during his meeting and he doesn’t tell you to leave. cw. nsfw 18+ , slightly toxic , fwb , appearance/mention of other vees . wc. 2.8k note. other works’ll probably be shorter than this one so i can actually complete all the prompts. enjoy! (creds to @backwardsbread for some of the juicy dialogue in the smut :>)

“No, no It'll just be a few minutes please just let me talk to him he knows me—”

“Ha, even if he does, he's a busy man. You should know that.”

“I do, but—”

“Security, please escort this woman off the premises.”

“No, no wait please—”

“Stop.”

And that’s exactly what the guards had done at the commanding voice that struck the room. Everyone turned to the source, but two men kept their hands painfully taut around your arms.

That frustrating piece of tech stood by the entrance to the building lifts, shoulders squared as he glared at the men holding you. Fluorescent lights seemed to bounce off every surface and blind you. 

His eyes sharpened when they dropped down to your own, fists forming as he eyed you up and down. 

“She’s with me,” Vox stated as he adjusted his cufflinks.

The receptionist who had never even looked your way was now on her knees, crying for forgiveness the moment Vox’s daggered stare zipped to her. “I-I’m sorry sir! I thought she was just—just—”

“Just what?” He sliced through her tattered excuses. “If harm should come to this woman again while she is within the premises you all will pay tremendously for it. Understood?”

The two men and the receptionist nodded eagerly and made noises of agreement.

Vox scowled. “Well let her go you imbeciles!”

“Of course sir!”

They shoved you forward and towards the ceo of voxtek enterprises. You offered a weak smile but his expression remained heavily guarded, pixels continuing to form a stern expression before he gestured for you to walk with him.

“I'm sorry about them. They're idiots. Now, it's time to discuss business with you. I think you’ll find these blueprints up to standard,” Vox began as-a-matter-of-factly, and you frowned when his screen flashed an actual softcopy of a blueprint you couldn't understand. 

You both turned into the lift, and it shut quickly as electricity spiked around its surface before his face returned to his screen.

“What are you doing here?”

“What was that for? I don't work here.”

“Precisely, and if word gets around that I’m seeing someone you and I will both be harrassed more than we already are,” he warned. There was an impressive range in his business voice that you've come to recognize and learn about. Overtime, you’ve also grown to enjoy when you break it. 

“You mean, more than you already are.” You let the warning slide off you like water.

“Those guards would have thrown you out only to have you runover by oncoming traffic,” Vox chastised, still maintaining a more civil tone than what his words let on. 

“You weren’t responding to my calls.” You crossed your arms.

“I had a meeting, and I’m way behind schedule,” Vox reasoned, nail guards clicking against the tiny screen of his watch. 

“You said we’d see each other today.”

“And I also said that is unless I become busy,” he refuted. 

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to Vox’s floor. 

“And I have become busy.”

He walked out and towards his door that led to the lobby of his office with you following closely behind. 

He walked you to his couch where a tablet laid vacant on one of the cushions. He picked it up and handed it to you.

“I have another meeting soon. If you get hungry or decide you want to go home, you can order food or a ride home on this,” he instructed. “Do not come into my office.”

“What time will you finish?” You looked up at him from the couch as he stood behind it. 

“I don't know. I’m handling multiple new projects at once, and I need to make sure everything’s smoothsailing, correct and pitch ideas apart from the idiotic ones my teams make every goddamn day. You’d be surprised just how aimless these fuckers can be,” Vox grumbled. “In other words, it might take a while. A few hours, maybe.”

"Hours?” You repeated. “Vox, what the fuck.”

“I know, I’m sorry sweetheart—”

“No, you always do this. If you can cancel a whole day’s worth of meetings for Valentino, why can’t you do the same for me?”

Vox seemed taken aback before he blinked away his surprise, lips remeeting after they fell agape. 

“Because Val is a child and he doesn’t see what I am trying to do here.” There was a restrained urge in his voice, something of a beckoning for this statement to be true. He took your hand in both of his, clasping his fingers together as he squeezed it.

“But you do.”

His gaze was indecisive between your two eyes. They dipped into each one but never stayed long enough to uncover your thoughts, even if that’s exactly what it was longing to do in the first place.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping both of you out of the clouds of thoughts that were so close to joining. He glanced at the screen before shoving it back in. 

“I have to go,” he muttered as he planted a chaste kiss on your knuckle then letting it go. “I will text you, okay? Let me know if you get something or if you’re going home.”

You groaned as soon as he disappeared into his pit of an office, your head hitting the loveseat's armrest as you dug your fingers into your eyes. 

. . .

Hours flew by like waiting out an extermination. The usually red sky was turning pink at the horizon of tiny buildings in the far distance and you wondered if you were losing your mind. It wouldn't be the first; that had usually been a side effect of being around Vox for any amount of time.

Deciding you'd had enough, you walked over to the circular arch which zipped open when you knocked twice. 

Before you was a long metal strip for floor, lacking railings despite the long fall into a pit of sharks. 

At the end of the path sat Vox, completely obstructed by the large backrest of his office chair. Floating monitors branched out from Vox’s desk to create a pixelated cyan cloud with red spots. You walked down the path without the care one would guard themselves with having the knowledge of what swam below. 

Vox turned over his shoulder before you even reached him. 

His sharp eyes narrowed at you but his hands remained on his mouse.

“What are you doing here?” He asked between gritted teeth.

“Missing you,” you replied nonchalantly. 

You fell onto his lap sideways, grabbing him by the neck for support as he nearly tipped out of his chair. You laughed.

“You’re lucky I muted myself the moment you walked in. You—”

“Uh sir? Are you there?”

Vox’s hand flew to his mouse before he blurted “yes! Was handling a call from Val, the usual. Sorry.”

“D-Don’t apologize, sir, um—we were just discussing the placement for the engine?”

“What was wrong with the placement I suggested previously?”

“The team just thinks that there’s a way to make the drone look more c-compact.”

Judging from the brow raise and the look Vox kept giving you, the camera wasn’t switched on for this meeting. 

Vox’s index finger clinked against the edge of his desk as his other hand supported your back as you still hung from him at an odd position.

His stare finally resumed to his cyan monitor as he brought one of his floating screens closer to it. He opened another blueprint. 

“Go on.”

His employee began his long winded explanation, and you took the opportunity to quickly straddle Vox on his chair as his hands landed on your waist. Vox pressed the mute button again.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” 

You grinned. “I think you know.”

You bucked your hips against his, your crotch rubbing against his as his eyes shot wide open and he nearly jumped right out of his seat. 

“Fuck—doll, please,” Vox begged sternly under his breath while he clutched your waist tighter. “I can’t—”

“—So we were thinking the engine could go right by here. In between—”

“The battery and the CPU? Yeah, no way. If the drone lands wrong things’ll get fucked up in there, having all of that close together is how we’re getting sued by the next rich brat that died thinking they were gonna be the next Elon Musk. Keep fucking thinking.”

Vox hit mute again and refocused on you, nearly cradling you in his arms.

“What is it you want?” He huffed.

You shot him an amused look. “Did grinding against you do nothing to hint at what I want?”

Vox’s gaze dropped down to your torso and swam in whatever view he found. His brow loosened and for a moment whatever facade he'd melded on every morning seemed to crack at his expression. 

And then he'd wielded it back again. 

“No, hold on—you come interrupt my work, and expect me to please you? Come on now, sweetheart, doesn’t that sound a little ridiculous?” 

“Vox please—”

“No. I’ve told you that I can’t get off work right now. If you’re so desperate, I’m sure you can do it yourself.”

Vox lifted you off of his lap and shifted you to one of his thighs. He always liked to sit with his legs wide apart. 

He didn’t even spare you another look as his fingers tapped away at his keyboard. He unmuted for a moment.

“Anything yet?”

“N-No sir.”

“I need that by today, alright, I have another meeting I have to get to right now but we’re all staying in this call until we find a viable solution.”

“Yes sir.”

When Vox hit mute again, you adjusted your position yet again so that your crotch was perched perfectly on his thigh. 

“I’m going to ruin your pants,” you warned. Though it was more of a promise than a warning.

Vox had leaned on the opposite side of the leg you sat on, elbow on his desk while his hand supported his chin. His fingers rippled against his own screen idly as he casted his half-mast gaze back to you again. 

“Go on,” he said nonchalantly.

Just then, yet another holographic screen popped up in front of him and he flashed that signature grin of his. “Ah, Velvette, how are you this rotten afternoon?”

You slipped off your pants quickly and sat back down on Vox’s leg once you had made sure you were completely out of view from his webcam. His eyes moved back to you in that instant—specifically at your lace underwear, prettily gathered with a tiny bow in the front. 

He couldn’t conceal the twitch of his brow at the realization.

You wanted this from the start.

“How about you, what’s that look on your face?”

“Wh—huh?”

Apparently Velvette had already finished blathering about her day. 

And you had just made your first slow strokes against his leg, squeezing it between both of yours as a shiver flared against your back and down your arms.

“Ugh nevermind you’re probably just browing your phone—did you know Valentino hasn’t come in for work today?”

Vox's leg tensed below you when you rocked your hips back and forth on him. Your lips parted but Vox covered your mouth in the same breath. 

“Quietly. I have work to do,” he hissed. He slowly let go of you when you nodded.

He laughed when he turned back to his monitor. “It's Valentino. Are we surprised at this point? He probably took one of his stars home.”

“Yeah, I thought that’d be you, considering it’s been a while and all.”

Some sort of wire in your brain crackled upon hearing this as you rubbed against him faster, having to bite your lip to keep from moaning. 

Something about the thought of Vox getting it with Valentino made your chest hollow, like you had just leaped from a building. But that also meant that your hips felt heavier now, too—not exactly from weight but from vigor, some irrational urge to remove all other possibilities from his mind that weren’t you.

Vox seemed to notice too—the tips of his nail guards threatened to tarnish his desk again when he’d felt your heat smother his clothed thigh. A dark, sopping patch had formed underneath you and his eyes seemed to trace the shape, commit it to memory along with the way your body quivered while he did absolutely nothing.

“Oh please, it was never serious. He was always just a pain in my ass, I might as well try to make that pain pleasurable somehow, ri—”

“Oh fuck off Vox—”

“Yeah, hahaha! That’s what I thought!”

Velvette flashed Vox a middle finger before the call abruptly ended, closing the bright monitor completely.

“S-Some work that was,” you managed to grit out somehow, keeping your moans at bay. 

“Oh? You’re still able to talk? Now that just won't do.” He cocked a brow as he eyed you up and down. His hand remained on his mouse while the other was back on his chin with his elbow on the table. 

“Take it off.”

“What?”

“Scratch that, take everything off,” he commanded. 

It almost ailed you to get off his leg but you did as you were told, starting with your underwear.

“Fuck, doll,” he smirked, giving you nothing more than a side glance. “Should have seen the string from your pussy to your underwear.”

You sat back down on his leg, a small unexpected squeak escaping you at the new texture on your clit.

“Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it?” Vox coaxed, his stare constantly switching between you and his screens. “Be a dear for me and give me a show.”

You raised your shirt above your head slowly while dragging your hips forward, whimpering from how much more friction your clit received. 

You moved faster with your bra, letting it drop haphazardly so you could ride him properly. You leaned forward with both your hands in front to support yourself.

“Lean back for me princess,” Vox requested breathily this time. “Rest your elbows on my desk.”

“Vox …” you moaned as you did just that, only to realize you were now completely revealed to him. 

“Atta girl, riding me so well,” Vox praised with a rougher voice. He took one of your breasts in his hand, kneeding it steadily as he grew hypnotized to your movements. “Wow, you really wanted me this bad, hm?” 

You sped up your rocking when he praised you, but his attention was short lived as one of his employees had come back.

“Sir, we got it!”

Vox’s hand moved back to his mouse as he squinted at the screen. 

“Ah, yes. This could work. Have a prototype ready by next week so we can begin testing as soon as possible.”

“Will do, sir. Now I believe you also wanted to discuss the other project? The house cleaning device?”

“Yes, give me a detailed report on what we have so far.”

Your head began to swirl as you were approaching that familiar cliff of release. When you let your head roll down, you noticed something that wasn't there previously. 

There was a painfully obvious tent in Vox’s pants. 

This roiled consciousness back into your eyes as you leaned forward, still chasing your high before your hand landed on his crotch.

“Take that to the—hah—fuck—ssshit,” he hissed, his eyes reddening far more than they usually were when they flashed at you. 

“Are you okay sir?”

“Yes, just—agh—spilled coffee on my—h-hand.”

Fuck, even the way his voice still managed to sound so put together despite the stammering had sent you soaring quicker to your nirvana. You continued to massage and rub his clothed erection as your strokes grew sloppy, sweat dropping from your brow as your jaw hung loose and you nearly cried out.

“Do you need me to send someone—”

“NO! No, no just—give me a second fuck—”

And with that, Vox hung up the exact moment you came and spilled all over his pants, still riding out your release as you cried his name.

“Fucking hell, princess.” Vox gritted his teeth. 

You winced as you dragged yourself up from his leg, not missing the perplexed look he shot you when you got up.

“What, what is it?”

“You said you couldn’t cancel your meetings,” you answered lightly, bending down to pick up your underwear. 

That gave Vox a VIP view of exactly what he’d been missing.

“I got what I wanted. I’ll be out of—”

“Oh no no no no no, haha … after that little stunt you pulled? You’re not going anywhere, sugar.”

You smiled to yourself while straightening out your underwear in front of him to hide it.

“No, I mean it. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Vox grabbed your underwear and chucked it to the side of his desk before grabbing your hips and pulling you down on his lap. 

“If you’re gonna mess with me, finish the job.”

“Vox—”

“I’m not letting you go until you say the safeword, got it?”

That betrayer smile creeped back onto your lips, causing him to grin too. His gazed locked on yours as red streaks ran down the size of his lips.

“That’s my girl.”

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Hazbin Hotel:

Lucifer X GN!Reader ✨FLUFF✨

~His wings~

(A/N: Feeling especially numb and needed some fluff in my life. Therefore I made my own✨. Enjoy!)

Warnings‼️: not proofread, lots of fluff, established relationship, slight angst?, mentions of past trauma, author is so tired.

Word count: 2k☀️

“When was the last time you did this?” A soft giggle through mumbled words as Lucifer’s wings twitched away from your touch. The king held his head in his hands, curling in on himself.

“Is it that obvious?” He asked meekly, his fear of judgment all too clear. You cooed at him, sitting up on your knees to remove his hands from his hair.

“No. Just curious.” A white lie to soothe his insecurity. His hands flop into his lap as he sighs, opting for silence. It wasn’t like he knew the answer to your question anyway.

The king was sat on the edge of his bed, back facing you as you sat behind him. His shirt was bunched at his elbows, having taken it off over his head and letting it rest on his arms. All while running soft fingers through his bottom set of wings. Like combing through tangled hair, you moved slowly and gently. Stopping to work out any parts that had reminisce of flaking keratin. Pin feathers, fresh and sensitive. New and annoying.

Lucifer didn’t bring his wings out often. They were a reminder of what he truly was and what he couldn’t avoid. A harsh representation of the past that would follow behind him. Every time he’d turn around, it would be there, despite how hard he tried to hide it. In Lucifer’s mind, why was there a need to take care of something you hate? Why nurture something that makes you grimace? That whole depressive mindset left him neglecting his wings. Hiding them away most days until the tense muscles in his back begged him to let them free.

It was just so annoying.

A tedious task to tend to. A recipe for disaster that would only open old wounds that should have been healed. However, Lucifer’s wings were part of him nonetheless. Every so often his body demanded he release his wings. A pressure in his spine made it tense and painful until he walked stiffly. One that wouldn’t be relieved until he had let his wings free for at least a few hours. Even so, his wings being out was arguably worse. Because of his negligence, his wings were atrocious. A mess of red and white feathers he didn’t dare to tend to. Twitching every so often to try and relieve the uncomfortable feeling. An ungodly amount of old feathers ready to leave and fresh ones begging for freedom.

You hum quietly as your fingers gently pick out flaking dander from the bottom set of wings. A pin feather brushes against your palm, causing you to stop and attend to it. Gently squeezing the fresh feather to free it of its prison. Convincing Lucifer to allow this wasn’t an easy task. Sure, he trusted you more than he probably should have, but that took time. Lucifer was a clumsy character. Despite being delicately created in heaven itself, he was proof that mistakes could still be made even in the most divine of places. The most beautiful of angels dropped down to banishment as punishment for his pride. He was prone to falling, and though the two of you did not have an official label, the king was smitten.

And of course he knew this. But could you blame his resistance? Every fall he had, no matter the context, had left him torn apart. His heart was wounded and scarred from the mistakes he could never regret.

Heaven must have made a mistake sending you down here with him. Hell was meant to ensure Lucifer only saw the bad and evil part of creation. Yet somehow he was ironically blessed with you.

“Stay still, Luci..” You whispered, the lightness in your voice compared to the feathers he refused to acknowledge. Lucifer didn’t even realize his fidgeting. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, his fidgeting was just a habit of his anxiety. And he couldn’t stop thinking of what you were to him.

“Sorry, flower.” His nickname sent a red hue to your cheeks and a warmth spreading in your chest.

Delicate, is what he described you as. He didn’t realize it could come off as an insult when first explaining that to you. You could still recall his panicked expression and rambled explanation of why he thought of you as such. ~

“Like a flower,” Lucifer tried to explain, looking like he was ready to explode. When your expression didn’t show a sign of understanding, he let out a nervous laughing wheeze.

“I-I mean-!! Oh geez. Please forgive me for my words. Let me start over,” he pleaded, in which you stayed silent to wait for his explanation. The king sucked in a deep breath in a final attempt to soothe and compose himself.

“I don’t- I mean me personally- don’t see being delicate as a bad thing. It’s not like I don’t think you can hold your own. I mean, look where we’re at– aHAH– uhm..”

Another deep breath to heal his wounding pride.

“Delicate, as I see it, is something that is intricately created. Carefully made, working on every detail to make it absolutely.. Well, perfect..”

Your heart skipped a beat. Perfect? How could someone think so despite where fate had landed you?

“Do you ever notice how flowers are everywhere and yet people refuse to step on them? People are so mesmerized at what the Earth worked so hard to create, instead of destroying these things, they preserve them. Cherish… them.. And I-I just..” Lucifer trailed off, giving a nervous smile in hopes you would understand his logic even just a little.

~Mesmerized, Cherish, Perfect.

After that moment, you thought more about your relationship with Lucifer. A mindless crush at first turned into something so much more after the nickname came about.

“Be honest with me, how much longer of this?” Lucifer questioned under his breath. You were snapped out of your memory by his voice. You leaned back to get a better view on all his wings. You purse your lips, not really able to get a good view of all three sets of wings.

“Is there any way you can.. Spread them out? Just so I can see them properly.” You ask in a soft whisper, your fingertips running down his spine, feeling his muscles tense under the touch. The king chuckles dryly, running a hand through his hair. He had hesitated, but it wasn’t like he had anything to hide at this point.

“Yeah, just.. Back up a bit. I’d hate to hit you with them.” He tried to speak in a joking manner, but a nervous tone laced his voice. You decided not to comment on it, not wanting to bring more attention to what he was clearly hesitant to talk about. Instead, you silently back up further onto the bed, pulling your hands back.

In an unintentional grand gesture, Lucifer stretched his arms up over his head, the base of his wings twitching alive. The muscles in his back tensed while his sets of wings slowly extended. His wings seemed to grow bigger than you ever imagined. You had only seen his wings curled into his back. You didn’t realize Lucifer worked consciously to keep his wings appearing as small as he could get them. With the exception of the times Lucifer had his wings on full display, you had never seen them like this. So close, close enough to see each detail and each individual feather. The top set of wings reached to the edges of the canopy above Lucifer’s king-sized bed. The bottom set brushed against the mattress below, not quite able to extend all the way, but it was enough.

And it was magnificent. Fading hues of red, almost pink feathers, creating an ombre effect with the color you could see. What you could mostly see was the bright white wings spread out perfectly for you. How could you convince Lucifer to have him sit like this for hours so you could study each feather, each crease and edge, and show them the appreciation they deserved.

“So?” Lucifer asked, his voice slightly strained from the stretch. You didn’t quite comprehend what he was asking, so you spoke freely.

“They’re beautiful..”

Your words, as simple as they were, completely catch Lucifer off guard. His body tensed, his wings instinctively curling into his back. He laughed nervously, absolutely refusing to look back and meet your gaze. Afterall, there was no way you were serious in the little comment.

“haHAH!- I mean, all angels have them- well I'm not an angel. But you know! They’re less than- I mean- they don’t really. They’re a nuisance is all. Getting in the way and all. I can’t tell you how many things I’ve broken from knocking things over with them. I mean, three sets is a lot.” There he was rambling again. In a way that was almost trying to convince you that the statement you uttered was wrong.

You couldn’t help but frown. He was so determined to make you agree with what he thought was true. That absolutely no beauty, no grace; nothing good could come of him. Nothing he could create or be would ever be good enough. He couldn’t be enough.

“Whoever convinced you that you’re so hard to love?” You asked while grabbing one of his wings and bringing it close to you.

Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’[t know how to answer that. He just assumed– well he had never thought of it– he had but– A sort of panic raced through his system. He didn’t mean to make this oddly intimate moment about himself. He didn’t mean for you to see right through him. To see every hurt thing he was made of that he tried to hide behind silly smiles and awkward laughs. The trauma that lied in everything he was. You could sense his panic, feel the tenseness in his body as he held his own arms. Curling in on himself a bit as he tried to think of a response. Shifting closer, your arms wrapped around Lucifer’s shoulders. Nuzzling your face into his neck and pressing against his wings.

“You don’t have to answer that,” you mumbled, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think about that.” you apologized against his skin in hopes the words would sink in and he would forgive you quicker. Your embrace wasn’t unwelcome, but it was unfamiliar. He forgot what being held like this felt like.

“Please don’t let me go.” The words escaped him before he could even comprehend them. His heart was racing, shocked at how his own voice could sound so timid and pleading. He mentally slapped himself for his foolishness, fully expecting you to laugh or pull away from him. Instead, you stole a glance up to his face.

“Okay..” You whispered gently, tightening your grip to hug him close. Lucifer let out a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding in, his hand reaching to grab your forearm. Silence wasn’t quite common in Hell. The constant screams, chatter, and chaos kept the air busy with its noise. Yet, silence had never felt so comfortable in another's presence. At least it has been awhile since it had for the king.

You held him close, absorbing his body heat, and savoring every moment he let you near like this. You felt the fluffy feathers against his back shrink away, absorbing into his back. A silent way to bring you closer to his body, your chest pressing against his back. You breathed out a short chuckle, shifting closer to hold him.

“Hey, I’m not finished.” You whisper jokingly, pulling away from his neck for a brief moment to look over his features. He was so close and so warm. You tried to ignore your heartbeat kicking in your chest at the close proximity. You finally felt his body relax, a grin spreading across his face.

“I know, I know.. Just a little longer, flower..” He mumbled, meeting your gaze. There was a tense moment the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. He hoped it was dim enough in the room to where you couldn’t see the golden hues spreading across his face and to his ears. You silently nod, snuggling into his neck and giving his torso another squeeze. Lucifer held your forearm, his clawed thumb brushing against your skin.

Maybe he did remember what love was meant to feel like…

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hello pookie i heard you have lucifer head canons😏, can i plz see them 🥺

YES OF COURSE POOKIE!! <3<3<3 LMK IF YOU WANT ANY OTHER CHARACTERS’ HEADCANONS! tryna expand my fandoms as much as possible too so just try your luck if you’d like <33

࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ᝪ LUCIFER HEADCANONS!

starting off lightly with his obsession with ducks; i personally like to believe that god had his favorite angels (or high ranking ones, aka seraphims, which lucifer is theorized to have been) had each of them make one animal from scratch to place in the garden of eden, and lucifer’s contribution was the ducks. he thought they were adorable!!

i’ve made a post about this before and i’m not sure if this counts as a luci headcanon but i strongly believe lilith was modeled after lucifer. if hazbin decided to go with the popular belief that lucifer was god’s favorite and that lucifer was god’s prettiest angel then it would make sense for god to have one of the first two people to be modeled after him. lilith is associated heavily with the color purple because of the morningstar’s formal family portrait, and lucifer has purple eyelids. lilith also has blonde hair like lucifer and is slicked back in the same exact way, even going as far to have hair curled around her cheeks/jaw like him. the only real difference is that luci has short hair.

lucifer makes himself small on purpose, and for trauma related reasons. before hazbin was created we all would imagine the devil as something big and scary with a demonic voice or as a hot human guy in some other games (ahem obey me) but lucifer in hazbin is the exact opposite. he’s literally smaller than most sinners. it’s worth remembering that lucifer can not only shape shift, but it’s also an essential part to who he is considering that’s how he approached eve, plus the apple motifs. if he can shape shift, he can definitely adjust his own height too. he was also short during his time in heaven and we know this from the first few minutes of the first episode when charlie was introducing the overall premise. the other angels who were talking down to him were visibly bigger than he is. it made me think that maybe because of how belittled he felt when he was in heaven, he had purposely made himself smaller. not to mention, being god’s favorite or the prettiest gets you targets on your back. and it doesn’t help that he has ideas or a mentality that heaven doesn’t like. and his decision to stay small only grew more intense when he found out how people saw him on earth—he didn’t want to be that guy. he absolutely hates the characterization humans have of him because it’s nothing like him. so when people see him and go ‘you’re much shorter in real life’ (alastor) it doesn’t faze him in the slightest. he wants you to react that way. or, he wants you to realize that, ‘huh, the devil is nothing like i thought he was.’ because that’s the truth. he’s not. and the best and most immediate way for people to see that is if he dresses in all white, a color known to signify innocence and purity which is the exact opposite of hell, and if he’s not physically intimidating at all, like if he was small. upon your first glance at him, you’ll already know the devil is not the man you think he is. and he wants everyone to know that.

i have a fic based off of this, but because humans started calling gambling and the games related to gambling ‘the devil’s game’ (though the original game is roulette, people have come to generalize gambling as a whole to be the devil’s game) he never loses when gambling or playing a game related to gambling, even for fun or when there are no stakes involved. never loses in blackjack, poker, roulette, tables games—any game related to gambling, he’ll always win.

i can’t entirely say if lucifer has had sinner friends, but i do believe that he acquired the hyperfixation of the carnival/circus aesthetic from sinners or humans. this is because his outfit was intended to look like AND inspired by a ringmaster’s, and carnivals and circuses was an elaborate concept made by humans. it could also be possible that lucifer was the one that planted that influence in humans, however it was stated that lucifer’s punishment was that he was never to see the good of humanity, only the bad. so i’d like to think a ringmaster or an acrobat or a circus performer in general died, ended up in hell, met lucifer and told lucifer about the circus, and then he got the idea of building luluworld in hell.

alternatively, if it was the other way around, i think that he occasionally gets to experience the world through being summoned. i mean, we’ve all heard of rituals to summon the devil and whatnot, right? i think those do summon him into earth and then instead of showing up he actually just leaves to go explore what’s been happening until he has to go/he feels he’s getting weaker/the people that summoned him ‘close the portal’ etc. and then that’s where he very sneakily, in his own way, introduces the circus concept to humans.

because of his personality, i don’t believe his ring is an indicator of his current marital status. i think lucifer is a sentimental person, and he doesn’t let go of things easily. it’s entirely possible that him and lilith are through, but he just doesn’t want to remove the ring. something we fail to consider is that lucifer isn’t like any other person; if he marries someone, divorce isn’t the same for him and lilith as it is for humans. hell, when they first got together, they were literally the first beings to be genuinely in love with each other. back when the garden of eden was still being inhabited with lilith and adam, the only beings in heaven would have been god and the angels. if lilith didn’t love adam but married and had a kid with luci, that means they were the first ever beings to have ever been in love and the first ones to have had sex (unless for some reason, lilith and adam did it which i highly doubt.) now, all this to say that we may live in a world where people break up or get divorced all the time, but this is reasonably a foreign concept to lucifer because he’s only ever been in heaven, then hell, and even if he observed it in hell it would have been very briefly and from a far, 3rd person perspective. if lilith and him were basically the first people to have felt such intense feelings and closeness to one another, it would make sense that divorce or not, he would keep the ring because it serves as a reminder of a time when he felt the happiest/alive/most himself/free.

lucifer has autism + adhd! now i know this one’s loaded (and ofc i have audhd too) but hear me out; these aren’t listed in any particular order but they’re what comes to me first to last. # ONE : when charlie was talking to him about the hotel for the whole walk till the roof, and then she asked what his thoughts were, he focused on the first thing that came to mind which was something that was right in front of him—the railing. then charlie had to remind him of her initial question. # TWO : he wasn’t paying attention even when he himself was speaking, thus the infamous ‘and now, i am going to fuck you!’ and when charlie corrects him, he goes ‘wait what did i say?’ # THREE : This may just be for ‘comedy’s sake’ but when mimzy first approached him he suddenly switched up from being completely uninterested to suddenly trying to seem interested, his eye even twitching when he turns to her while his smile is visibly awkward. this particular thing reminded me of autistic masking. like. there was something about it that made me relate to it deeply. and then after she’d greeted him he went ‘charmed i’m sure.’ and he looked more relaxed despite looking uncomfortable seconds ago. like he’d gotten ‘comfortable’ with the mask. # FOUR : i feel like i don’t have to mention this but obviously, the hyperfixations with ducks and the circus theme. i don’t think i need to say more because his room literally has tubs and heaps and piles of ducks. that is a full on hyperfixation, no doubt about it. # FIVE : when charlie had asked him to help her get another meeting with heaven, he said no and was very insistent on that. but the moment she’d blended in the invitation of having him over for the purpose of getting him to agree with her, everything else was forgotten. the only thing on his mind was, ‘my daughter wants to see me!’ and it shows with his, ‘WAIT. YOU’RE. INVITING ME OVER?!’ his brain latched onto that immediately, completely forgetting the fact that charlie had only invited him to have him do something he doesn’t want to do. now i have a few more things to support this theory but i feel like this is getting long so lmk if you want an independent post on lucifer’s audhd tendencies in the show!

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I WAS. NOT EXPECTING ALASTOR OF ALL PEOPLE. UH- WHAT DOES THIS SAY ABOUT ME?? Thanks for the tag!!

@notherpuppet @heart-of-the-morningstar

Let’s start a friend tag for everyone’s result on this test I found (not my test!)

@asterjennifer @princessjung @stormflypirateskin @bindeds

Tag as many people as you want and show your results as well:)✨🌹

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Do you ever want to badly write a fic but you’re too self conscious about your writing so it stays a forever idea ?? Hahaha…

Anyway, i’ve had thought about Vox’s obsession with Alastor bringing the ruin of the Vees…. Many many ideas, and what happens and …. Augh

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My husband everybody✨

do you have any more lucifer crumbs that you can give us please 🥺 i love you and the way you write him please never leave me

first of all, tysm for sticking around as long as you did babe! I appreciate you sm ♥️♥️♥️ and I’m so glad you like the way I write him! You really have no idea how much it means to me that you enjoy it. So sorry I haven’t been posting as of late, been working on an original book, and suddenly I got this spark for Luci.

it’s genuinely been so long since I played poker so I’m sorry if this is wrong but—

˚⟡  ˖  ࣪     ROYALLY  FLUSHED. L.MORNINGSTAR. —   fluff,  sfw, gn reader, 639 words;  you  play  poker  with  Luci  and  he  never  loses. Ever.

Cards fanned out under delicate fingers, masking whatever his lips might have told you without hissing a word. His eyes were willing victims of the spotlight he’d casted himself—he always had known his power, how the very snap of his fingers could cause whole worlds to collapse. But for now, the stare that wrought the very foundation of your technique were worlds enough for him, it seemed.

Lavender lids casted over what one might mistake for bored eyes in a split second’s glance, but the embers in his ruby eyes spelled something far worse—deception. Lust, even, if you only had two more seconds. But given the poker game in front of you, his gaze—as heated as they were—had merely been a shield. You couldn’t read him. Not in the haze of all the other things his pupils might have implied. Not even in his glimmering link waterline.

The crease in your brow dented further before you flung your cards like it had been a last minute defense.

“A straight!” You declared, still eyeing him up and down and casting an ugly look upon him. 

Lucifer didn’t waver. You weren’t even sure if he had even bothered to look down at your cards, and if you hadn’t known any better you might have said he was almost hypnotized by you, the way his gaze clung to you even after the supposed end of the road.

“Oh, me? It’s nothing—just …” 

With the bow of his wrist, Lucifer revealed his cards to you, and you leaned forward so fast your chair screeched.

“A hand fit for a king, wouldn’t you say?”

“agh!”

Two red diamonds threatened to puncture thumb with the angle he held his cards at. The center cards were all red diamonds too, with an ace, joker and a ten. Lucifer’s cards were a king and queen. 

A royal flush. 

“Lucifer, I know you’re cheating,” you accused him, and his eyes blew wide immediately. “It’s impossible that you’ve won five times in a row!”

“My heart, I warned you fair and square! I’m telling you I’m not pulling your leg when I say I never lose a game of poker!”

“When was the first time you played before this?”

Lucifer coughed, fist to his lips as he tried to stifle it. His eyes zipped between you and the floor countless times before he’d finally spoke up again.

“I uh—when I was teaching—ahem—Charlie how to play.”

“That’s your first time?” You crossed your arms.

“Yes! I saw how the humans had done it once, and I never bothered to play until Charlie had asked me to teach her.”

“Huh …”

“She got frustrated too. I don’t know why I don’t lose.”

Your frown had no longer been one of vexation but one of puzzlement. You were at the cusp of a theory, the light of knowledge ever so close before a hand slithered down your shoulder.

“But hey, you know … I think it’s funny I got both a king and a queen. I haven’t had the other in so, very long …”

Lucifer’s hot breath caressed your cheek before a pillowed kiss was planted.

You looked to him, and those eyes returned again.

But this time, of course, his brows melted, bringing his gaze to a softer edge as he smiled the way the sun would at the horizon, presenting you the colors it held dearest in its burning core.

“Someday, when you’re ready, you wouldn’t just be my queen; if Charlie’s my little Morningstar, you’ll be the star I kneel to amongst all the other ones in the vast night, wishing for just a moment more with you. For even when you give me all your waking days, I find it is not enough.

“It is not enough for how much I burn to always be with you.”

bonus : Lucifer never loses because gambling is the devil’s game 🤭

taglist: @saints-wrapped-in-plastic @rineptune-deactivated20240817 (DID YOU DEACTIVATE WHAT HAPPENED?)

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THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL WHAT?????

Some doodles again Radioapple AU “Coraline” reference

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yo boss, seen my gummy sharks anywhere?

𓆉 𓆝 𓆟 𓇼˖ * ⠀⠀⠀snapper

“Beck  do  we  have  a  …  ‘snapper’?  N—yeah  that’s  what  I  thought—no!  Someone  had  offered  me  shark  gummies  a  while  back  but  I  rejected  their  offer.”

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repressed vox my beloved

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”The Vees will be the main villains of Season 2” “Season 2 will explore Alastor’s backstory!” motherfucker you are giving me updates on every twink but the one of utmost importance to me where the FUCK is Lucifer

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Here’s some Epic/Hazbin art. Gotta apologize, I’m not good with action or transformations scenes. Sorry if it looks lame 😫

Roo creates an illusion to trick Lucifer into believing he is back in the garden of Eden.

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“Welcome  back  lovely  viewers—though,  I  acknowledge  that  might  be  a  more  fitting  greeting  for  me  than  all  of  you  considering  that  I  have  been  away  for  some  time.  I’m  currently  on  a  trip  in  a  different  ring  in  hell,  but  I’m  very  glad  to  see  some  of  you  using  my  old  gifs  for  your  little  …  ahem,  fictional  stories  about  me  doing  some  very  naughty  things.  I  don’t  mind!  In  fact  I’m  glad  you’re  enjoying  my  content.  I’m  just  here  to  say  that  I  have  two  more  asks  sitting  in  my  inbox,  and  that  my  asks  will  open  soon.  Thank  you  everyone  for  sticking  around!  We  will  be  back  after  the  much  needed  break.”

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