#lucifer hazbin hotel x reader

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-The Fading Star-

-Part 2-

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Continuing my self indulgent story. Upping the length a little, Hope you enjoy! <3

Lucifer Morningstar X Female! Self Insert

Content Warnings: Awkward Tension?

Quick Synopsis: Tsuki was made to keep Lilith company during her marriage with Adam, but finds herself unwillingly, falling in love with a certain archangel. Then after many millennia the reader, Tsuki, reunites with Lucifer.

I stared up at the small daisy that turned in between my fingers as I fiddled with the stem.  The warm rays from the sun dances across my skin as I laid in a field filled with the small flourishes of white and baby blue flowers. Soft breezes blow by and long grass embraced my body, as I enjoyed the serene ambiance that I was blessed with. Lilith was with Adam as usual today, so I kept myself company as usual, but it wasn’t that hard when I was surrounded by this tranquil garden. I understood that it wasn’t my place to come between Adam and Lilith, but it angered me the way he treated her sometimes.

My thoughts get shaken away before they could get any further by a small light blue butterfly landed on the side of my finger. I gently sit myself up, exchange the flower to my other hand, and smile down at the butterfly.

“Hello little one, are you here to keep me company?” 

 As I admire it flap its wings and crawl across the surface of my finger and hum content in the moment, it starts to flutter once again; it hovers above my finger before flying past me, and towards the grand elm trees that surrounded the meadow. I kept my eyes on the butterfly and felt the soft grass under my palms as pushed myself off the ground to follow it. The sounds of chirping amplified as I walked below the branches of the lush trees.

  “Where are you taking m- oh-!” 

Mindlessly I was about to question the butterfly, until I was suddenly interrupted by its swift turn past a tree. Keeping a slow pace behind the butterfly, I start to hear footsteps treading towards me, and I grin at the sound. Lilith must be back from spending time with Adam. I quickly walk past a couple trees. Heading towards the gentle sounds till I’m sure that she’s close, I round a tree. 

“Lili! How wa-” 

Before I can finish my statement, I was hit by the abrupt surprise of a new wandering person in the gardens of Eden. I step back as the figure’s eyes match mine, and my heart starts to rapidly beat against my chest. He didn’t look like the others: He was much paler and shorter in comparison, He was wrapped in a strange white and yellow adornments, a glowing circular disk hovered above his head, and his pale cheeks were decorated with small circular red shapes. I watch as his eyes widened as the man saw me. 

“What- Who are you?” 

“Who are you?” 

They had talked over each other, and I clutch my chest in attempt to slow the quick pace my heart was taking. I tighten my lips into a straight line, silencing myself to allow him to speak. 

“I’m Samuel, but- what are you? I- I mean I don’t remember seeing any of my siblings creating anything to your stature, and you’re not human. At least-” 

His eyes glance over her figure for a moment, and I wrapped my arms around myself , feeling embarrassed from the stare. His slightly frantic state gets interrupted by my small butterfly friend flying up past his gaze, and sets itself onto one of its cheeks.

“I don’t think you are” 

I admired his thoughtful expression as he looked away from me. He had radiant golden eyes and silky blonde hair that framed his face. Once I walked up a little closer to him the butterfly flittered away from him and back towards the meadow. I tilted my head slightly as I question him, my soft smile grows into a curious one.

“So.. you’re not like me?

Samuel looked back towards me with a confused gaze. 

“Huh-? Sorry, no I’m not”

Was he something completely different? He couldn’t be like Lilith or Adam. I approached him,  inspecting him a little more. 

“But you’re not like Lilith or Adam, and you cover yourself like me.” 

I point down to his white and yellow decorations, and back towards mine, trying to understand who he was, and why he was here. 

“Here look-” 

Samuel allowed his golden and lily white wings to unfurl from his back, and my jaw dropped admiring the sight. They looked so gorgeous and soft, but I resisted the temptation to touch them as my thoughts shift towards Lilith.

“Then.. you’re not here to hurt Lilith or Adam are you?” 

I questioned him; of course I wouldn’t allow him to hurt the two. 

“What!? No!” 

Samuel was taken aback by my question, and almost looked offended by it. 

I smiled with a small shrug and laughed lightly at his reaction. He seemed so frazzled from such a small question. 

“Okay..! Just needed to make sure.”

I glanced back down to his adornments, and extend a hand towards the sleeve. Then rubbed the edge of his sleeve between my forefinger and thumb.

“Your decorations are so pretty, and so soft! How did you make it? I’ve never seen anything like this stuff.” 

I watched his face, and it shifted it to a smile. He started to laugh softly as he watched me feel the cuff of his robe. Once I hear the sound of his laugh fall past his lips, my heart stutters, and my face gets hot from the feeling. His gaze returns back to me, and my breath practically gets ripped away from my lungs. 

“I- uh didn’t make it myself, but it’s called clothing. Wait.. Did you make this?” 

I didn’t understand why I was suddenly getting these feelings, but it seemed to get worse the closer he got. His hand lifted one of the ends of leaves that were sewn to the others, as he inspected it closely. My simple covering was just a large assortment of different leaves sewn together with a violet thread. The garment covered the base of my neck down to my mid-thigh. He started tracing the small thread with his pointer finger. This only fueled the uncomfortable burning feeling, so I shoved away his hand.

“How did you-?

Samuel’s question was quickly interrupted when I answered by extending my hand, and flipping my palm face up. I stared down at my hand, and a wrinkle formed between my brows as I focused on repeating the skill that I had developed recently. Slowly, sparkles shoot up from the center of my palm, and a violet string starts to form as more started to emerge. Once I finish with the small string, I create a bunch more of the sandy, glittering material and squeezed my hand tightly allowing some of it to fall from my fist. Once I open my fist, I smile, looking down at the small periwinkle needle. If I had looked up, I would have Samuel’s jaw drop as he watched me create these items from thin air. My gaze returns back to his face after I thread the needle and lifted it for him to see. He stared deeply at it and took it from my hands. Pride rises in me as I watch him admire my work. 

“This is incredible!.. Sorry, What was your name?” 

A lavender colored my cheeks as he looked up to me with his shining eyes. I could hear the pounding beat of my heart in my ears as I tried to respond. 

“Th-thank you! I- uh my name is..” 

What was my name again??? I stuttered, scrambling to remember it.

“It’s Tsuki!” 

I cursed myself as I saw him laugh at my embarrassment. I bring my hand up to the back of the neck, pulling some of my hair at the base of it, trying to help comfort the flustered feelings that my gut continued to build. It worked if only a little, but before I could continue the conversation I was interrupted from the familiar sound of footsteps behind me. 

A huge grin found its way on my face, and I pivoted on my heel to turn to look up at the tall gorgeous woman. The woman’s silky blonde hair flowed behind her as a breeze blew through the trees, and her face tilted down to look at us. She pushed a piece of her hair past her ears, as a curious expression formed on her face. 

“Lilith! How was-?” 

“Who’s this?

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I wasn’t expecting a sinner so soon after the extermination, but I didn’t question it too much, so I approached the door of the hotel after we heard the knock. Then that filthy radio demon opened it before I had the chance. Shortly after he opened the grand doors, I heard a soft woman’s voice. It was short, but why did it sound so..? I tried to look past the tall sinner, but before I was able to get a glimpse Alastor sharply turned dragging her along with him. After I lazily focused my eyes down on her, expecting another unworthy sinner wanting Charlie’s help, but my heart dropped realizing why I recognized her voice. 

The woman I once knew looks different: her eyes now had deep dark violet circles, Her hair was cut shorter, light lines of scars scattered across her skin, but what I examined the most was her eyes. They weren’t as lively before, and the color they are now pales in comparison to how vivid they once were. Even with how different she looks and all these years though, I know its her. A pit grows in my stomach at this new knowledge. How was she here? Why is she here? 

“Tsuki?” 

I was about to approach her as I heard the questions fill the room, but before I could, dread fills me as she speeds past me and towards the group behind me. The pit continued to knot over itself in my stomach as I turned around to see her back towards me. 

I practically ran past Lucifer and out of Alastor’s grip to flee from the possible confrontation once I heard my name be called. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to handle the emotions of that whole reintroduction right now and I have to make a good impression on these people. This was extremely important to me. I abruptly forced a smile onto my face as I walked across the way and approached Charlie Morningstar and held out my hands in front of me. God, she looks so much like her father.

“You’re Charlie Morningstar right?”

Charlie held a confused smile on her face, as she looked past me and towards the man I was trying to avoid at the moment, then back at me. I bit the inside of my lip trying to keep a calm and cheerful composure. I was truly happy to meet the daughter of Lilith and Lucifer Morningstar, even if I’m not really friends with the two anymore. 

“Yeah I am, but hold on Tsuki?” 

I bit my tongue hard and my eyes widened ever so slightly from her recognizing my name. They hadn’t talked about me did they? I don’t know if I can even handle the thought. 

“The Tsu-?”

“Yes I- I’m Tsuki! I’m here to try to help with your Hotel!”

One of my hands fiddled with some of my hair at the base of my neck, as I look at Charlie with a forced smile. I can get through this, just keep going. I looked around around the group, and brought my hands down to the edge of my skirt to lift slightly as I curtsy towards them. 

“It is very nice to meet you all! And Charlie! You were incredible in that meeting!” 

I felt a gust of wind as the gray-hair ex-exorcist used her wings to quickly approach me, and I saw her tighten her grip on the angelic spear she held before she pointed it towards me. It wasn’t quite a threat yet, but it was clear that she wouldn’t hesitate. 

“Meeting? You’re an angel?” 

I step back from the spear, dropped my skirt, raised my hands in front of me defensively, and looked around the group to see almost all of them stare at me with suspicious glares. Jeez this isn’t going at all how I wanted. I take in a deep breath as I approached the next topic with caution. 

“Well.. yes, but please let me finish.”

I close my eyes, and roll my neck as I allow the sets wings that I had hidden before to escape my back and the back of my head. Glitters swirl above my head in a circular motion forming a glowing halo. I allow deep sigh to escape my lips as I feel the small sense of relief, and open my eyes once more. 

“ I am Tsuki, the first guardian angel, blah, blah, blah- but!”

I brush past that. It wasn’t too important for them to know anyway. My smile returns as I look back to Charlie.

“Charlie! You and Vaggie were an inspiration, and now i’m here to do what I can to help the people of hell. If you would allow me to do so!”

The grin that I held, felt more genuine now as I thought about how Charlie stood up to that court. The passion and fire she held was something I once admired in her parents, and I’m glad these exterminations were brought to light to not only me, but to a lot of the higher ups in heaven. Hopefully others would try to take some action. 

She wasn’t any more convincing, and it seemed like she was hiding crucial information. The suspicious sinners looked over at her and grew more cautious once she brushed past the fact that she was guardian angel. Vaggie kept her hands tight around the spear, staring her down, as Tsuki made her case. Almost absent mindedly Charlie places a hand on Vaggie’s shoulder to comfort her, as the smile that was once awkward, turned genuine as she turned to give her a small comforting look. Charlie remembered all the stories her father had told her about the being in front of her. She wasn’t an angel from what she remembered, but Charlie felt like she could trust her. All the while, Lucifer was now in a trance, staring in shock at the two sets of wings that graced Tsuki’s back, and then glanced up towards the halo that glittered above her head. Small bits of stardust fell from it into her hair every so often, causing the last set of wings that peeked from her short hair to flutter and shake it off. Angel Dust turned his cautious look toward the fallen angel and smirked a little seeing Lucifer’s stare. He elbowed Husk to get him to notice what he was seeing. There had been only a few seconds of silence after the new angel spoke, but the strong tension forced her to try to fill it as Charlie looked back at her. 

“If there’s anything you want to ask i’ll try my best to answer, but uh the- uh- the new Hotel is beautiful by the way!” 

Tsuki cringed at her own awkward statements, and tried to keep up a cheerful manner as she looked back towards the group. Her hands held onto each other in a tight grip, with her short nails digging slightly into the sides of her hands. Vaggie pointed towards the halo that hovered above her head. 

“So, you’re not fallen? How can we trust you?” 

Tsuki’s heart stuttered at the thought, she wasn’t exactly expecting blind trust, but she didn’t know how she could prove herself. 

“I-”

“We have to trust her. That’s what this hotel is about, helping people! Besides wouldn’t it help having a connection to heaven?” 

The angel’s eyes return to Charlie swiftly. She was extremely grateful for Charlie’s defense, and before she could thank her a demon came forth to do the same. Everyone turned to Alastor as he rose from the shadows to beside Charlie, Nifty was quick to be at his side as she glared up at the angel. He bent down to look over at the angel, gesturing towards her his free hand.

“I must agree with Charlie, I don’t believe that she has nefarious intentions. She healed me with nothing but the goodness of her heart after all!” 

The eyes that were on Alastor as he made his statement widened and snapped to Tsuki, as she smiled lightly at him in gratitude for his defense. 

“You healed Alastor?” 

Charlie quickly ran to hold her in a tight embrace after Tsuki had nodded in response. The wings on the back of her head twitched in surprise. The angel felt slightly overwhelmed by the kind gesture, but wrapped her arms around her back, and allowed her eyes to close. Charlie whispered her a thanks before letting go. 

Tsuki turned towards the rest of the sinners as she was released from the tight embrace, communicating that she wanted to give them the space to ask anything they needed. Angel jumped to take the opportunity.

“So what’s the deal with you and short king?”

Charlie sent Angel Dust a small glare before looking towards Tsuki once again. However, everyone else was just as curious for her response once they saw Lucifer visibly wince at being brought up again. He could tell she was avoiding the painful topic, but he couldn’t help but be curious what she would say.

“Who?”

She knew who he was referencing based on everyone’s reaction, but hoped calling him on it would deter his curiosity. Angel Dust scoffed a laugh, and eyed her up and down. 

“Lucifer, Doll face”

She cursed herself as she bit her tongue. All of her wings sank at the topic, something Lucifer had definitely noticed as he stared at her from behind. 

“He- uh we-”

His stares felt scorching hot as they seemed to burning holes onto the back of her head. Tsuki fidgeted and avoided making eye contact with anyone as she thought the best way to phrase this. 

“We were old friends”

The two winced at the past tense, but Tsuki returned her eyes up at Angel hoping that sufficed to answer his question. The angel was met with everyone’s questioning stares. 

“Maybe I could tell you more about it later, but I think there’s more important things at hand.”

Charlie was quick to hop onto the topic change. 

“Of course! Do you need a room?”

Tsuki relieved by Charlie’s offer, continued to divert the conversation as far away from Lucifer as possible. 

“If I could get a room, that would be great! And I would like to hear about what you do here!”

None of the sinners were interested in the topic any longer, so they returned to their previous interrupted activities.

The princess was about to discuss the exercises that they do with an invigorated passion, but was quickly interrupted by her father setting a hand onto her shoulder. Tsuki looked away once she noticed the man had left his position from behind her. 

“Charlie it's late, don’t you think this could be discussed tomorrow?”

Charlie looked back at her father and agreed with his logic. 

“You’re probably right, Would you like t-”

“Charlie, Dear! I believe it is my job as the host to bring her to her room” 

The radio demon had strolled back over nonchalantly and wrapped an arm around the angel. Tsuki shivered as his cool aura encased her. Lucifer sent Alastor a scorching glare, quickly aggravated from the open opportunity being ripped away from him. He hadn’t seen her in multiple millennia, so he yearned to speak with her and learn about what she’s been through since seeing her last. However, the angel was relieved by the option, and looked towards Alastor before giving Charlie a pleading look. The princess let out a small sigh as she places a hand onto the one that was gripping her shoulder at the moment. 

“Yeah of course Alastor”

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Jealousy - Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x Fem!Sinner!Reader SMUT

Summary: Lucifer's jealousy emerges when your Ex from when you were alive enters the hotel in search of you. Lucifer makes sure to claim you as his.

Contents/Possible Warnings: P in V sex, dom!Lucifer, cream pie, Lucifer being possessive, marking, unprotected sex, degradation (it happens like once), SMUT, MDNI

A typical day in Hell was far from calm, so whenever a peaceful moment occurred, even a small one, you made sure to savor it, appreciating it for what it was. For example, you intended to let the wonderful moment you were currently in last for as long as you possibly could. You had been watching a movie in your room in the hotel, but by now your attention had turned away from the movie in question and onto Lucifer. The king of Hell had snuggled up closer to you than he already had been, his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the show.

The simple gesture made you melt, and you couldn't resist gently turning his face to look at you. Lucifer looked at you curiously, waiting for your next move. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, enjoying the smile it brought to his face.

"Hmm, that was nice, but I think you missed, love." He leaned in, closing the gap between you two, kissing you lovingly. You moved to deepen the kiss and— a knock came at the door. You parted from the kiss and looked towards your room door as Lucifer let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll make sure to give you as many kisses as you want later, alright?" You whispered to him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and answering the door.

"(Y/N)!" Charlie exclaimed in excitement. "The hotel has a new guest! They said that they know you. You two must've been friends before! Come on, let's go see them!" Without warning, Charlie eagerly grabbed you by the hand, pulling you through the hallways of the hotel and towards the main lobby.

In the lobby, you saw them. The fucker you had hoped would never die purely so you would never have to see them again. Yet, here they were in all of their trashy, shit glory. "Hi." You said with a fake smile, trying to remain civil and hold back the resentment that had since been dormant.

"(Y/N)! Baby!" Your ex grinned, approaching you with wide, open arms. "I'm so glad I found you after all these years. It took some asking around, but we're together again!" They wrapped their arms around you, squeezing you tight enough that it felt like you might suffocate.

"Woah, haha! Hands off, please!" Lucifer appeared next to you, poking at your ex with his cane, annoyance seeping into his forced, polite tone. They finally released you, glaring at Lucifer as he stepped between the two of you.

"And just who the hell are you?" Your ex questioned, watching as Lucifer wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. "I feel like I should be asking you that question." Your boyfriend replied snidely, any attempt to be polite despite the situation now far gone.

"Alrighty!" Charlie said with a nervous laugh, wishing that she had gathered more information about her hotel's newest guest and their relationship with you before allowing them to see you. "Let's all just relax, and maybe (Y/N) can introduce the two of you to eachother."

You let out a sigh. You loved how sweet Charlie was taking in any sinner, you really did, but sometimes it did more harm than good, usually to no fault of her own. You motioned to your ex, "Lucifer, this is my ex." Then you motioned to your boyfriend, "This is Lucifer. King of Hell...And my boyfriend." The last part felt almost weird to say, the surrealness of dating the Hell's king and the man sometimes known as the devil himself finally setting in.

Your ex only laughed in response, earning an angry, growling-like noise from Lucifer. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it in an attempt to calm him down which only partially worked.

"There's no way this little guy is Hell's king! He's so fucking short. I really thought you had better standards in who you date, babe."

"Fuck you." You hissed, anger bubbling up inside of you as you felt yourself slipping into your more demonic form. "He's certainly better than you ever were." By now the other inhabitants of the hotel had gathered around, some more entertained than anything, while others, particularly Vaggie, were preparing for the brawl that was surely about to happen.

"Woah! Look at the time." Charlie intervened. "It's getting pretty late, why don't we all start heading to bed?" You responded only by turning around and heading towards your room, in desperate need of calming yourself down. Lucifer followed behind you, the walk to your room quiet with no words spoken.

You opened your door, nearly throwing it open in your still-present anger, before flopping down onto the bed with a loud, frustrated groan. You looked to the side, taking notice of the way Lucifer refused to look at you, his arms crossed.

"Honey?" No answer. "Love?" No answer, yet again. "Luci?" That did the trick. He always melted whenever you called him that.

"Your ex is fucking annoying."

You let out a small chuckle at his bluntness, a smile making its way onto your face. "They are, Luci. That's why they're my ex." You sat up, pulling him down onto the bed with you, kissing him, causing both of you to relax, some built-up tension leaving.

"You're all mine, aren't you?" He questioned, already knowing your answer. "Mine to love. Mine to claim." His mouth moved to your neck, sharp teeth grazing the skin, and you let out a soft moan as he began to nibble and kiss at the skin, his teeth leaving a mark you were sure he'd take pride in.

Your head fell to the side, giving him more access to your neck as you took his hat off, throwing it to the side, your fingers running through his hair as he continued to mark you.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll only ever want me." He whispered, lips returning to yours in a fervent kiss. Your lips remained locked together, only occasionally parting for a few seconds so you could help rid each other of the clothes that separated you from what you both craved.

He moved between your legs, the tip of his hardened cock teasing at your wet entrance. Usually, you two would've done more before the main act, but you two were more than ready to indulge in the other right now.

"Don't be a tease, Lucifer." You purred, spreading your legs wider. "Can't you feel how wet I am? How ready I am for you to fuck me senseless?"

He smirked before finally slipping in, biting his lip to prevent an almost embarrassingly loud moan that threatened to surface at the way you felt wrapped around him. He has been in heaven before, and he could say with confidence that being deep inside of you felt better than anything his former home could've offered him.

He began to thrust, his pace starting slow, still teasing you. He wanted you to beg, and you already knew it.

"Faster, harder, please, Lucifer—" You pleaded, giving in to what he wanted from you. "I know you want to pound me into this bed, Lucifer—Ah! Fuck!—" His pace sped up, and the sound of hips meeting yours in rapid succession filled the room. "Fuckfuckfuck–yes!"

"You always feel so fucking good." He growled, wings slipping out as he lost himself in the ecstasy that was your pussy. You ran your fingers through the red and white feathers, and he let out a pleasured whine at the feeling. His wings had always been sensitive.

"Fuck me—Let them all know I'm yours!" You cried out, losing yourself in the feeling of his cock fucking you with quick, deep strokes. You gripped the sheets in your hands, back arching as he angled himself just right, hitting your sweet spot head on.

"Mine. Mine to ruin, mine to fuck, and mine to fill up. All mine." His hands found yours, pinning them down against the bed as he began to fuck you even harder, his climax nearing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

"I'm gonna cum–You're going to make me cum so hard–"

"Then fucking do it." He demanded with a growl. "Cum around my cock like the little slut you are for me." You came around him, cunt spasming as your orgasm coursed through you. Lucifer's wings fluttered as he followed you soon after, filling you up with his hot cum.

You pulled him down into a sweet kiss once your climax subsided, cupping his face in your hands. God, you loved him more than anything. The kiss ended after a good moment, leaving you both to bask in your shared, post-coital bliss.

"You lost a few feathers," You observed with a giggle, holding one up. He chuckled warmly, lying beside you. You rested your head on his chest, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. You'd have to deal with your ex in the morning, but for now, you were both satisfied with knowing that you were entirely Lucifer's, and that's how you'd always want it to be.

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners

Chapter 1 - Hate For All Sinners

A/N – I couldn’t stop thinking about this short King after episode 5 of Hazbin Hotel came out. This is mostly a fic for me, to get me back into writing. (WILL DO A MALE AND NONBINARY ONE SOON!)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

NON-BINARY / GN VERSION HERE

“Who’s that?” Lucifer asked, pointing you out to Charlie.

In truth, he would’ve likely asked that of the next person he saw. As Charlie’s father, Lucifer was trying desperately to show how interested he was in his daughter’s project, even if he was barely holding onto anything she said. It wasn’t that he was disinterested, or too ignorant to understand the situation, but rather that after spending so much time as a recluse, locked away in the protective space of his workshop where he wouldn’t have to see the sinners or the Hell he was responsible for creating, Lucifer could barely comprehend what was going on around him. He knew it was because he was depressed, but he was trying and he had to make Charlie see that, even if it meant feigning fits of hypomanic excitement.

Yet, Lucifer found himself genuinely… horrified by you. He had seen many types of Demon over the millennia. Typically, they tended to represent Earth’s animals, such as that annoyingly powerful Deer Demon, Alistair, whom Lucifer had met thanks to this very tour… not that Alistair was worth mentioning, piece of shit that he was, mingling with Lucifer’s daughter when he had no right to even breathe the same air as her-

Lucifer caught his snowballing thoughts, turning them back to you. You weren’t an animal Demon. There were other types of Demons of course, though Flora and Fauna were the most common; object Demons also existed, such as that rather famous one that people talked about, the TV Demon, V-something? Lucifer couldn’t remember his name. He didn’t watch Television… he didn’t do much of anything these days.

“Oh,” Charlie sidled over to you, wrapping her arm warmly around your shoulder as she corralled you towards her father, “Dad, this is (Y/N). She’s one of the hotel’s, uh, allies I guess, right (Y/N)?”

“That’s right, Sir,” You held out your hand for Lucifer, who was staring dumbly at you, uncertain what to make of you.

As the ruler of Hell, fuelled by angelic power, Lucifer could always read a Demon, or rather, he could read their strength. For example, he knew after only one meeting that the bartender, Husk was a strong Demon, though his power was clearly being dampened by a soul contract, whereas that little snake fellow Sir Pentious was rather weak, though he had potential if he could manage to claim even a few souls of his own, but you? You were entirely different.

First off, you didn’t resemble an animal, plant, or object… You were the most human-looking Demon that Lucifer had ever seen; frankly, he found that disturbing. Secondly, you didn’t seem to have much if any power. What was wrong with you? To come off as human with little demonic power… Well, if Lucifer didn’t know any better, he would guess that you weren’t a sinner at all, but you had to be. You were definitely dead; that much he could tell. And, you were in Hell.

Dead and in Hell - those were the only two qualifications for becoming a Demon, so why were you like this?

“Dad, are you listening?” Charlie said exasperatedly, clearly annoyed that Lucifer’s thoughts seemed to have trailed off once again.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Lucifer stated, staring at your hand which you had seemingly retracted when he wasn’t paying attention. Damnation! Now Charlie was going to think he had snubbed her friend on purpose.

“So, (Y/N) is another one of your patrons. That’s nice.”

“What? No. Dad, I just told you, (Y/N) has no interest in being redeemed.”

“Oh,” Lucifer looked you up and down disapprovingly. It figured. Even this non-Demon was looking for power in Hell, probably so you would finally be a killer worth bragging about – Honestly, what was the point? All sinners were the same. Greedy, destructive forces who wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left to break.

“Yep, she’s our only permanent resident who wants to help rehabilitate other souls. Isn’t that great? She helps with everything here, and she doesn’t ask for anything in return.”

“That’s not true,” You blushed at Charlie’s praise. “Your daughter is very generous, Sir. She lets me stay here rent-free.”

“And that’s all you want?” Lucifer asked suspiciously.

“Honestly? Yeah.”

Lucifer shook his head but didn’t argue. He didn’t want to know what your real motivations were. It was probably as simple as hoping for regular boons from the Princess of Hell; you were clearly just biding your time. Besides, if you didn’t want to redeem your soul, then you must be just like Alistair, a sadistic monster just waiting to see Demons repeatedly fail in their attempts at redemption.

Now that his curiosity was sated, Lucifer decided that he didn’t want to lay eyes on you again. You weren’t worth his time. Only Charlie was… Well, Charlie and Vaggie, because any woman his daughter loved was practically family to him. He was glad when the tour continued, leaving you behind to catch Nifty who was trying to pull a piece of fabric from Lucifer’s coat, muttering something about the ‘Ultimate bad boy.’

“Okay, I can get you the meeting,” Lucifer agreed, doing what he could to support Charlie’s dreams of saving her people, even though he didn’t think there were any redeeming qualities for any denizen of Hell.

It hurt him to tell Charlie that he wouldn’t be able to go with her to that lofty paradise, having been cast out; how he wished he could protect his daughter from those who carried out God’s will. Still, she never asked him for anything, and if this was what her heart most desired, he would do all in his power to help.

“Will you be okay?” He asked sombrely.

“I’ll be fine,” Charlie assured him, taking hold of his hands.

“That’s my girl.”

For a moment, it looked like Lucifer was done, but he paused, worried that this wasn’t enough to make up for the years he had been absent, leaving Charlie to fend for herself while he shut himself away.

“Is there anything else you need?”

Charlie couldn’t help but worry about her father. What would happen when he went back into isolation? He needed something to focus on, but… What was there for him when all of Hell was his prison?

She couldn’t help thinking about how little Lucifer thought of all the other citizens of Hell. If only he could see that they weren’t as terrible as he thought. Granted, they could be violent, and loud, definitely rambunctious, but these were his people, and he had to see that his gift of Free Will was a good thing, yet, if she said any of this, she was certain Lucifer would only laugh at her or tell her to get real while playfully pinching her cheek. There was no way that Lucifer would leave his home to hang out with any citizen of Hell.

Then it hit her. If Lucifer wouldn’t leave his manor to visit people, then people should be allowed to visit his manor. Or better yet, one person should be chosen to go and live with Lucifer so that he would learn just how good people could be, and Charlie knew just the person for the job.

“Actually, Dad, there is one more thing.”

“Name it,” Lucifer smiled, glad that his daughter wanted to ask things of him, as any normal child should want from their parents.

“I think it would be good for you to socialise, just a little bit.”

“Charlie,” Lucifer’s voice was strained at the thought of going anywhere else in Hell.

“I know,” Charlie reassured him, looking into his eyes; she looked so understanding that he relaxed slightly. Then, she continued in a more upbeat tone, “That’s why I think you should take (Y/N) to live with you, as your maid!”

She pounded her palm decidedly, much like a judge pounding her gavel.

“What? NO!” Lucifer sputtered.

You for your part, had seemingly been shocked into silence, watching the exchange uncertainly while Alistair grinned devilishly at you, and Angel Dust was holding in a snicker. Granted, you could have argued, but Charlie was stubborn, and she always had some kind of wild idea. Whatever she was thinking, you decided that you would go along with it; there was usually a method to her madness after all.

“It’s fine, Dad, (Y/N) doesn’t mind, right (Y/N)?”

You shrugged your shoulders passively, “I guess?”

“See? You should get to know your citizens, Dad. It will be good for you, I promise. They’re not all as bad as you think.”

Lucifer took one hard look at you. Honestly, he wished his daughter had picked the porn star or that psycho maid. You, as a very human-looking Demon, were a vicious reminder of his past mistakes. Still, he had told his daughter he would do anything for her, and he had already promised her a meeting with Heaven, and nothing could possibly be worse than that.

“Alright,” He agreed.

Then, he summoned a portal for you with the flick of his wrist.

“Good luck, kiddo.” He said to Charlie, and upon keeping a safe distance from you, he waited for you to step through the portal.

“Charlie, I’m assuming that you have a good reason for this,” You said before taking a step towards your newly appointed home, “Just call me if you need anything.”

With that, you were gone, followed closely (though not too closely) by Lucifer.

[vvhatoncewas]

If you don't mind me requesting, can you write a nsfw Vox x female reader where the reader's quite innocent, kind and meek for a sinner- hence why the demonic TV man tries to act accordingly and doesn't rough her up(much). But reader has a slightly guilty pleasure where she gets excited at the thought of getting "shibari'd"(Japanese bondage art) by her beloved tech overlord's cords?

all cried out.

[vox x fem!reader]

after quiet night in, things between you and vox take a turn for the…. best?

warnings: nsfw 18+, shibari, dacryphilia, just smut all around folks. (maybe some fluff,im a sucker for fluff) sir kink also.

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you twirled around showing off your new frilled dress to vox whilst he admired from the couch.

“I think that’s the one.” he growls out before striding his way on over to where you stood.

the overlord knelt and picked at the hem of your dress, whilst his brow tightened.

“maybe have it taken up a litt-”

“hm.. maybe.” you rushed out biting at your fingernails nervously, a pink tint now making its way to your cheeks.

what vox hadn’t realised is that his chords, unbeknownst to him, had tried to begin manoeuvring their way up your skirt.

now realising, vox’s hungry eyes trailed up your figure, a sly smirk formed on his face when he realised you liked what was happening.

whilst slowly rising vox also digging his claws into the meat of your thigh and dragging them up.

whimpering, you leaned closer into the heat from his body. his chords now wrapping their way around your thighs which then proceeded to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“poor sweet thing, you like this don’t you?” he questioned, the sly smirk growing wider.

you nodded shamefully, not knowing what was about to ensue.

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you whined into the plush pillow beneath your head as vox’s chords tightened around your body, holding your legs open.

seeing tears roll down your cheeks, vox chuckles only influencing him to fuck into your wet cunt harder and faster.

“shh pretty baby, that’s it.” he grunts, a clawed finger now coming to abuse your swollen clit.

you jump at the sudden stimulation and the chords around you tighten even more.

“please sir, please” you gasp out, the chords around your neck unimaginably tight.

his hips begin stuttering and he lets out a glitchy, “f-uck”. the sound of his voice was almost certain to push you over the edge.

“well doll, since you asked so fucking nicely.” he growls out.

the chords on you loosened as he grabbed the nape of your neck, pulling you flush to him. his cock now deeper than ever as he continued to fuck into you.

the overlord kisses you deeply, groaning into your mouth. you squeal out as you reach your climax, making vox’s hips still.

he lets out a low whisper of your name before releasing deeply inside you. your body goes lax in his grasp, head lolling around. it’s like he’s fucked you dumb.

laying you back down on the bed, he pulls out of you. mesmerised by the way he spills out.

vox lays on his back, pulling you on top of him. he grabs your thigh to lay over his waist before kissing your forehead.

“we are so fucking doing that again.”

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i hope this is to your liking, dear reader!

[t0rturedangel]

╭ . . . 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 ੭

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ; ♰ ৎ﹕𝘦𝘹𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘶𝘮

TUMBLR DECIDED TO FUCK ME SO HARD BC IT CRASHED AND I LOST ALL OF MY ORIGNAL WORK. AUGHRRRRRRRR I'M GOING TO SCREAM SO HARD.

but here is scene two as promised my lovlies, I'm sorry that it's short

➷ ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳ ＳＣＥＮＥ | ＮＥＸＴ ＳＣＥＮＥ

With her fall,

the cherubim went mad,

with sorrow and hate

she now sat on jagged rocks

     You glared at the sky, or whatever it was above you- the bottom side of heaven? whatever it was, this place was not the earth the angels created nor was it the hell your Lucifer was dammed to but there is one thing for sure- you fucking hated this shithole. There was no life here (no life that was thriving, all the nature that could have been here is now reduced to rotten carcasses of what they used to be), just barren land with not a single soul in sight- besides yours of course though your soul was practically torn to shreds. 

     For endless days of your damned punishment you'd scream at the top of your lungs, begging heaven for it's forgiveness, to be let back in- making empty promises of never betraying them again. You'd sob into your hands when your voice finally gave up, your tears felt unusually acidic and whenever you did cry a weird feeling over came your senses, almost as if you had to get your hands on whatever moved- just as long as it didn't watch you. Eventually, when your crying sessions would end, you'd make an attempt to fly to heaven though their skies, those clouds you'd always rest on, the clouds you and Lucifer would fly through in utter glee were now so far to reach, no matter how fast and strong you flew. For hours, you'd manage to make your wings fly and then- they'd give up, your feathers simply gave up just as much as you did then once again you'd plunge down into the mossy yet rocky ground.

     ˓˓ HEAVEN! ʾʾ you screamed out as you fell ˓˓ HEAVEN FORGIVE ME! I BEG YOU! ʾʾ though as always your words were never heard, you were sure they could hear you- at least even some of them, perhaps St. Peter?... yeah you heard of him, you heard of his arrival- from who or where you cannot remember but you knew he was now by the gates of heaven allowing good moral souls to enter- GOD FUCKING DAMN IT YOU ARE MEANT TO BE WITH THEM! those shitbags dont care about anyone but them, they're selfish little fucks who only want to see the good- never the bad! Cant they open their fucking eyes to see that they aren't perfect?! 

     Sharp rocks dug into your back as you landed on them for the umpteenth time for that day, or week, or month- you didn't know any more, time was a concept you lost the knowledge to a while go, as much as other things. Your old social behavior was sure to have faltered, gone wrong, your mind had probably twisted into something horrific. That Cherub that once thrived is now dead, in her wake a new angel- a weeper angel now takes her place.

Now with heaven's ignorance and silence

the weeper lost hope for salvation,

and then she turned to the ground beneath her feet

     Out of sheer anger of the lack of reply from the heavenly skies, you kicked yet another rock out of your way- while flying from where it once stood the rock broke into several pieces. It's been so long. So long of you begging and pleading with heaven for one more chance and they have done nothing but ignore you, you'd tried so many times to reach out to them you flew for hours- screamed for days- wept so loud you were sure all three worlds could hear you crystal clear. ˓˓ GOD DAMNIT ʾʾ kicking more things you looked above you ˓˓ CAELO TE DAMNO! TE ANGELOS PATHETICUS OMNES ʾʾ 〔 DAMN YOU HEAVEN! DAMN ALL YOU PATHETIC ANGELS 〕 if heaven will not answer your calls, then you'll turn to hell. While yes, you saw Heaven as a choice first it was mainly because you could not bare to see Lucifer again, after you failed to keep his place in heaven he would surely hate you, he's want you to suffer but seeing as even heaven will not take you- Hell was your only chance of escapism, but how would you get there? Would you be able to stomp onto the ground with such power that the ground would crack and open up?

     Perhaps not, after all what if you end up on the earth's land- with humans, eugh, the thought of them makes your stomach twist, full of virtue or full of vice they were disgusting mortals- your presence would send them into insanity, they'd all go mad and kill one another and plus they were dirty, vile creatures- you felt that if you even saw one, they'd end up dead by your hands. Something was wrong with you, you never thought that way before. It was this isolation that was breaking your mind, you needed to get out and fast.

     again, but how? There was no way you were willing to break the ground, and the only other way to even get there was through the extermination- yes this was another thing you were aware of, after all Angels needed to pass through your current home to get to hell, so maybe just maybe while they're flying through the portal you'd be able to sneak in too. There was only one problem, you dont know where the portal appears, it never appears in the same place and whenever it does appear you're too far away.

     But, it was your only chance and you had to take it, or else you'd go truly mad, turn into a beast and kill anyone and anything you set your glossed over eyes on. Now the waiting game begins, though it wont take long at all- the last extermination was 350 days ago, you counted. Only 15 days left until you could be free from this torture.

     Forget heaven, forget it all- now hell is your new destination.

     ＷＡＩＴ ＦＯＲ ＭＥ ＨＥＬＬ

𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⠆(want to be reminded when I post a new chapter? Lmk!) ⸺ @reverse-soe @jellibean2018 @aliazy @sugarrush-blush @littledolly2345 @immahuman @marsilis @c0sm1cstqrsx @redqueeen99 @persephosposts

[otterlyinlove03x]

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

The Lucifer, big boss of hell himself. Confessed to you? Liking you? As in a romantic way? Confusion written all over your face.

Ah, now you get it. He is saying this because he is lonely. Feeling empty because Lilith is not with him. I mean he still has the ring on him… He is just confusing himself with loneliness with love. That must be it, right?

You shouldn’t put your hopes up, the king of hell? Liking you? Yeah no way. Especially how much he love his ex-wife. Yeah sure, you two have become close after Heaven VS hell and even before that. But it doesn’t mean he see you in that way..right?

So you brush it off, chuckling a bit. Doing a small curtsy towards him. “Majesty I think you confused yourself. Although I feel flattered, I don’t think you truly feel that way towards little ol me” and walked off to carry on doing your errands around the hotel.

Oh how you made him confused. Looking dumb-folded, watching you walk away. Was he not clear? With all the affections and actions towards to you, don’t you see that he only does that to you only? Just you. And only you.

After the confession, he made it his mission to show you how much you mean to him. How you capture his cold black heart.

But whenever he confessed to you over and over again. You would always quickly glance at his ring finger. His wedding ring still there. Doesn’t he know that he is hurting you? That you wish that he is telling the truth that he loves you? You want to accept it. You really do. But you don’t want to become his fling. A one time thing. No, it will just hurt to much.

So whenever he confess, you do a friendly sad smile. Pet his shoulder and walk away. Always making the king of hell confused. But he won’t give up. He found someone that fill his heart. No way is he giving up, especially he know how you feel towards to him. But why do you keep walking away?

If only the two knew what their love story will hold out for them…

{This is my ever first time writing anything- I hope whoever reads this enjoy this! My english is a bit rusty so I do apologise ♡}

[buubsii]

Did some lucifer fanart.. so imma give it to yall!

[I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO PLAGIARISE MY WORK OF POST IT ON OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY CONSENT.]

[mysweetsmentality]

can someone please make a fanfic where the reader and lucifer are together and she found out his cheating on her and out of spite she made out with alastor

[midascrow]

I love him so much

insta: Midas.S.Crow

[sippinonahalfcoldcoffee]

“Pinning”

Lucifer x Fem! reader (SMUT)

cw: p in v, fingering, making out, biting, pinning, orgasm denial, tears, praise, uhmm am i missing anything else?

wc: 1.5k

NSFW AFTER THE CUT!!

lucifer had pinned you to your guys shared bedroom door around 15 minutes ago, your shirt long on the floor from almost the second you stepped into the room, leaving you in a bra, underwear and a pair of shorts.

he is now slightly lifting you up, one of his hands holding the underneath of one of your thighs, then the other locking your wrists together,

your mouths pressed together in a lip-bruising kiss, now with the addition of your tongues dancing around eachother, soft breaths, or at this point, pants, coming from the two of you.

lucifer let go of your wrists. when he did that, your hands instantly went to his hair, as for his now freed hand, it slid under your shirt, then went down and gently pulled at the waistband of your skimpy pajama shorts.

before going any further, he broke away from the kiss, a string of your mixed saliva followed his lips, then he looked you in the eyes. “may i?” he muttered breathlessly, seeming rather desperate as he did.

you simply nodded, yet he didn’t do anything just yet, causing you to cock your head to the side just a little bit. “please, use your words, my love.” he leaned forward and nipped at the skin on your exposed neck.

“yes, you may, luci.” a soft chuckle escaped your lips before it got cut off with a sharp inhale because of the abrupt feeling of lucifer’s pointer and middle finger sliding down to your clothed clit.

his fingers started to create friction to get you stimulated by using a circular pattern on your clit for a bit of time while he was still kissing and nipping on your neck.

“mmh..” your grip on his pretty hair got a bit tighter.

he stopped and pulled his hand away, causing you to let out a needy whimper, making him let out a tiny chuckle before scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style for just a little bit before he ever so carefully laid you down on the bed. his right hand now resting on the right side of your face as his left once again pinned your arms above your head by your wrists.

he continued to lean above you, his left hand keeping you in place as his right hand went to pull down your shorts and underwear, leaving him fully clothed as you were already practically naked besides from your bra covering your chest.

his pointer with ease slid into your already soaked pussy, starting off slower than needed to be.

“l—lucifer, please, faster.” you sounded desperate, in need for more. as he fulfilled your request, he added another finger and picked up the pace with his fingers. a quiet at first squelching sound could be heard from your drenched cunt greedily sucking in his fingers. “ha..!” your hips bucked upwards, trying to add more friction.

he curls his fingers slightly, just enhancing the already pleasurable feeling, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every soft yet quickened movement. he studied your facial expression, it was flushed, your mouth agape, letting out soft, quiet, moans with every movement of his fingers, your eyes locked on his right hand that was being used for your service, before they shifted to look in his eyes. an embarrassed look reached your already flushed face, but he just gave you a loving smile, in which you tried to reciprocate but quickly failed as he picked up the pace with his fingers again.

now, once again studying your face, as this was far from the first time you ever had sex with the king of hell himself, he can tell just by your facial expression if you’re close or not, which he could tell you are. so he pulled out his fingers, making you whine, then releasing the grip he had on your hands and instead sucked his two fingers before gently tapping on your chin, telling you to open your mouth and suck them just like he did, so you did.

with his left hand, he unbuckled his pants, unzipped them and let them fall to his ankles. your hands went to help him free his aching, throbbing, cock from his boxers, and not to your surprise, when you did, it was already leaking with precum. as you busied yourself with the task of taking his boxers off, he proceeded to take off his shirt, though it was a slight struggle with only one hand, but he made it work.

lucifer took his two fingers out of your mouth, ran them across your soaked folds, then used that hand to hold his cock for a moment to help him slide into you with ease, which it was super easy, saying how he already gave you foreplay and because you were already so aroused.

after pushing just the tip into you, you could already feel fuller already. he kept checking your face to see any signs of discomfort or pain from you, which he didn’t yet so that gave him the okay to keep inching himself in you before his cock was fully submerged into your pussy.

“tell me when it’s okay to move, okay, sweetheart?” he spoke in that same ever so gentle tone, wanting nothing but your complete comfort.

biting your bottom lip for a second, then you nodded. “y-you can move..” you gripped onto the bedsheets, preparing yourself.

lucifer wasted no time in starting to give soft, careful thrusts, his hands gripped onto your hips, then up to your chest, a tender grip on your covered breasts.

“lift your arms for me for a second?” you obediently followed his request, lifting your arms slightly as you felt his hands go underneath you for a second to unclip that said bra, throwing it to the side. “you can put them back down now, thank you, my love.” he took your hand gave it a small kiss on your knuckles and released it again.

his grip on your hips returned, he picked up the pace with his thrusts, they became deeper, hitting the right spot with each and every single slam of the hips, making your moans grow louder and your back arch farther in response.

“hng.. lucifer!” your hands went back to tightly holding the bedsheets, your knuckles turning white as he sent you into pure bliss. “gonna— cum! please— pleasee let me!” you cried out, the feeling in your stomach about to snap.

he pulled out almost instantly after you said that, then had you release your grip on the bedsheet before he flipped you over, having you lay on your stomach with your back arched and ass up. “hold it just a little bit longer, princess.” his hand slid up into your hair, ever so gently pushing your head to the side, so you could still breathe while he was pushing your face into the mattress. he pushed his cock back into you so suddenly, a slutty moan escaping you as he did.

“fuck! i- can’t hold it!” you whined, your voice slightly muffled from it being pressed against the mattress.

“oh, but you will, right?” he went terribly slow, yet rough, every single drag of his cock against your walls could be felt at such a agonizingly slow pace before just stopping all movements.

“hahh..! fine, yes— fuck, yes, i will, i will!” you agreed, tears starting to well up in your eyes from previous orgasm denial, and just the overall pleasure of it all.

“that’s my good girl, hold it just for a little bit longer, m’kay?” seeing your nod, lucifer instantly rutted his hips against yours, a drastic change in pace from what it originally was.

“hmmpf..! i— mmh!” every word your tried to spill out was cut off by a sharp moan, the bed by now was softly ramming into the wall and the brutal sound of him fucking you was louder than your moans.

“ngh.. cum for me, love.” lucifer groaned, leaning down and biting down on your shoulder, not enough to draw blood but only enough to make a small marking.

he felt you instantly clench around his cock, signaling your release. your legs were shaking and if it wasn’t for lucifer holding one of your hips, you probably would have collapsed on the bed at that point. shortly after you came, lucifer pulled out and flipped you back around, letting you lay flat on your back. he stroked his dick a few times before his ropes of cum shot down onto your stomach.

“good girl, you did so well for me..” the back of his hand brushed against your cheek, then he leaned down to softly kiss around your face, leaving one last kiss on your lips before poofing a towel in his hands and wiping up your cum that was leaking out of you, and the cum on your stomach.

after he cleaned you up, the rest of the night was spent with you laying on top of him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he massaged any parts of you that could possibly be sore.

this sucks ngl

[citrusbatsandhoneybees]

-The Fading Star-

-Part One-

Part 1 Part 2

Haha! I've never done this before, but I've been so obsessed with Hazbin Hotel (especially Lucifer) ever since it came out. Everything everyone makes is so inspiring, so I figured I'd try to make something myself. Take it easy on me please! <3 Also if it wasn't clear this is purely self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

Anyways..

Lucifer Morningstar X Female Self Insert

Content Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, angst, brief mention of cannibalism, and angst (I think that's it? Let me know if I missed anything)

Quick Synopsis: Tsuki was made to keep Lilith company during her marriage with Adam, but finds herself unwillingly, falling in love with a certain archangel. Then after many millennia the reader, Tsuki, reunites with Lucifer.

Golden lights flicker around an angel as she flies through a portal, and is instantly hit with the smell of sulfur, floating ash and blood. The sound of guttural screams fills her ears, as she flies herself closer to the bottom of the hill that the hotel once laid atop of. With a roll of her shoulders, her wings retract into her back, and her halo fades away with small glitters that fell from the place it once was. While walking up the hill, she assesses her surroundings. She finds pale skinned sinners adorned in vintage clothing and stains of shimmering golds and deep crimsons. Wanting to gag, she watches them shred her fellow angel’s bodies with only their teeth and claws but continues her pace up the hill and toward the hotel. Dread starts to travel through her as she thinks to herself. Shit am I too late? Before the angel could rush towards the broken-down hotel, she stopped in her tracks feeling a familiar sting thumping against her chest. Looking around the view of the rubble, she spots a hunched over figure hobbling away from the current scene. Naturally her hand reaches out toward the scarlet form, and small violet sparks spawn a small circle, and the shape expands big enough for her to step through. 

Alastor lets out a deep, guttural groan as he lays back against some rubble. He kept his hand across the deep cut that was ripped into his chest, placing pressure against it to stop anymore blood from pouring out the wound, but to no avail. He feels sweat run past his brow, as he allows a sick laugh through his lips and places the back of his other hand across his closed eyelids. This blocks out the flickering red light that stood above him. The radio demon tries to focus on riding out the pain but is quickly interrupted by the sounds of a low hum accompanied by sparks fizzling in the air. Alastor’s ears twitch back as he quickly grasps his wound a little harder; on guard, he glares down a portal that forms only a few feet away from him. 

As the angel walks through the portal, she moves her hands forward, and keeps her eyes on the sinner in front of her. She attempted to make him feel safe with a soft smile as she walked closer to the deer-like demon. 

“Hey, hey it’s okay! I-”

The atmosphere turned frigid, as she was interrupted by the growing sounds of a radio crackling and hissing. Large shadowy tendrils rose around him ready to strike, and although Alastor’s wicked smile remained, his eyes told a different story.

“I advise you not to come any closer, I wouldn’t normally hurt a dame such as yourself; however, I won’t hesitate if necessary.” 

As he adjusts himself against the rubble behind him, a groan accompanies his words and his eyes squint ever so slightly. 

The angel raised her hands in defense, as she continued to walk slowly closer to him. Her eyes were soft as she examined his injury as much as she could from the distance she was at. 

“I am only here to help, I know what I’m doing, you can trust me.” 

Alastor allowed her to walk closer, watching every single movement she made, but to her surprise, as she knelt down in front of him, the dark tentacles dissipated around the two. He continued a watchful gaze on her, seeing her slowly raise a hand over his chest. 

“Are you okay with me healing you?”

The angel stares intently into his eyes, keeping a gentle expression. His eyes squinted a little, looking over her face for any trickery behind it. 

“Strange question dear, but yes if you are willing.”

She nods in response and a quick flourish of violets and sparkling particles erupt from her palm. She stayed focused as the injury was quickly sealed and stitched together with a magical winding string that flowed from her palm, leaving nothing but a small purple line across his chest where the cut once was. Her eyes return back to the deer’s, giving him a small smile. His own return to hers after grasping his chest, feeling no pain where the gash once was. He eyes her up and down, his smile never wavering. She thinks to herself watching his actions. What a strange one… 

“Now, let me help clean you up.” 

She referred to the state of clothing and skin; they were now crusted with the evidence of his gash. She was about to form a cleaning supplies and clothing before Alastor interrupted her thoughts. 

“No need my dear, I believe I can handle that!” 

She narrowed her eyes while watching him quickly stand up and shadows encapsulate him for a moment but release him to reveal that his suit was reverted back to the way they once were. Alastor bends forward, offering his hand to her, and she takes his offer of help up. 

“You have my gratitude Dear, is there anything that I could do for you?”

His tone had an underlying sense of interrogation, as he watched her closely. The angel raised her hands and shook her head with a smile. 

“I don’t need anything, really! Glad I could help, but I should really go now.” 

Her eyes glanced around her, looking towards where the hotel once was, but replacing it, there are now walls with scaffolding wrapped around it. Jeez that was fast. She was about to head towards the structure, until the cold touch of claws fell to her shoulders. 

“Nonsense! There has to be something that I could do!"

She shudders from the sudden touch, and turns around to face him. 

“If you insist, do you know Miss Charlie Morningstar? I need to speak to her.” 

His smile widens hearing her question.

“How interesting, I was curious as to why you were over here. Either way I would be happy to introduce you!”

Shadows suddenly encapsulate the two of them. Shivers run through the angel’s back, as she feels the ground pull out from underneath her. However, the falling feeling only lasts a few seconds before she arrives in front of the hotel that was very close to being finished. She admires the new building from afar as golden flashes of magic flourish and create things inside and around it. Her heart stutters at the sight, feeling the growing pit in her stomach, she turns to look for the red-haired demon, only to be faced with no one there. Allowing her eyes to close, she lets out a long sigh as she places two hands onto the back of her neck, rolling out the stress that had formed there. After she hears the crack, she drops her arms to her sides and starts to trek towards the hotel.

On the way there, the sounds of a hopeful song blessed her ears, but she continued her pace and watched as the hotel finished. The new building was massive, truly a sight to behold.  The angel stared in awe. A large array of light fixtures covered it: golden bulbs, neon lights, and several signs pointing to the entrance. Windows lined the sides of the building and along with the towers that were placed towards the front of the building. One of the towers was decorated with a simple apple themed level on the top with the other being a sharper and darker level adorned with antennas similar to antlers. The last thing the angel looked at before she arrived at the front of the new Hazbin Hotel was the large key structure that seemed to be staring down at her. She winced and wanted to shrink underneath the stare but shook it off, looking towards the grand doors of the hotel. 

Alastor and the rest of the group had just walked into their new home, walking up to the bar to celebrate their victory before a knock had sounded at the door. Everyone was suddenly on their guard from the intruding sound with Lucifer being the first to start walking towards the front doors. He wasn’t going to allow something bad happen to his daughter’s hotel. The rest of the group had kept up a few steps behind him, but before Lucifer could step up to the door, he was quickly interrupted with Alastor slipping out of his shadows, to place his hand on the knob and pull it open. 

The angel was about to knock again before the door was pulled open in front of her to be faced with the tall demon once again.

 “Oh there yo-” 

The radio demon interrupted her by walking to her side, leaning forward, and placing an arm around her shoulders to pull her forward. She was quickly pulled along to face Charlie, Vaggie, and the rest of the sinners. The angel was prepared to give them her best smile, greet them, and make the best first impression she could, but this was all quickly put to a halt as she noticed the being in front of them all:

Lucifer.

“I have someone to introduce to you all! This is.. Oh I’m sorry my dear; I don’t believe I ever got your name!”

Alastor turned to look down at her to only see that her face had drained of color, and her eyes were fixated on the fallen angel in front of her. He turned his head to follow her line of sight towards Lucifer; his eyes examined him, and his smirk grew when he saw Lucifer staring at her too. 

His presence caused panic to wash over her, as her breath broke into shaky, short ones. Any sounds that the rest of the group made was drowned out by the loud ringing that sounded in her ears. She froze in this position as time seemed to stand still. Her brain and heart were filled with harsh, overwhelming, conflicting feelings; they were screaming at her to run away or towards him, but her thoughts were interrupted from the voice that her heart longed for. 

“Tsuki?”

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

A New Beginning - Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x Fem!Reader

Summary: The birth of your daughter with Lucifer brings some of his fears to the surface as he meets her for the first time, but you're there to help him.

Contents/Possible Warnings: Fluff, some angst, but mostly fluff

The moment she came into the world you knew you'd always love her. Your sweet baby girl looked a lot like her father, and while she had gotten your eyes, everything else seemed to have come from Lucifer. She had the most stunning golden hair you had ever seen, and the lighter streaks of blonde running through it only added to her beauty. Her chubby little cheeks were the most adorable shade of a bright, rosy red, and when she smiled you felt a happiness stronger than you had ever experienced before.

She was perfect.

"God, she looks so much like Charlie when she was born." Gently leaning over, Lucifer held out a finger, and your daughter grabbed onto it, curious eyes looking up at him. "Hi, my baby," he cooed, gently taking her from you, and holding her in his arms. "You're so precious."

You melted at the sight, a warmth filling you as you watched the scene in front of you. He was being careful with her, almost as if he was afraid she'd break at any moment, and the soft way he spoke to her made you fall in love with him all over again. You had always thought you made the right choice all those months ago when you asked him to have a baby with you, and your belief only grew as you looked at them.

"Darling?" Lucifer asked you. "Are you crying?"

You sniffled, nodding in response. It was beautiful. The two loves of your life in front of you had brought you to tears of joy. You loved them so, so much. "I'm just so happy, Lucifer. You're such a great dad."

Your husband looked away, avoiding your gaze, smiling sadly. "I'm not—I could've–" He sighed, unable to find the words. He handed her back to you, and you tilted your head slightly in confusion as he took a few steps back and began to nervously fidget with his cane.

"I could've done better with Charlie." He looked at your baby, the same sad, pained smile on his face. "I'm probably going to fuck up with this one, too." He let out a small, humorless, bitter laugh. You frowned.

"Lucifer, honey." You motioned for him to come closer, and he did, letting you hold his face in one of your hands. "Not all of it's your fault, okay?" You reassured him. He had told you about Lilith, and how she would distance him from Charlie, and how that ultimately helped lead up to his current, rocky father-daughter relationship with her.

He fought back tears. "I–I know you're not Lilith, but–fuck—I'm scared that the same thing's gonna happen, or that I'll screw up some other way. I want to be a good father. I need to be a good father. For her."

"And you will be." You promised. "I can already tell how much you love her, and I know you'll do an amazing job. Think of this as a new beginning for you. A chance to do even better."

He frowned, still filled with self-doubt, but nodded in agreement. This would be a new start for him, and he wouldn't waste his chance. His frown turned into a grin as your daughter reached out her tiny hands towards him, wanting to be held by her father again, and he gladly took her from you.

"Oh!" He said suddenly, letting out a small laugh as he realized something. "We never gave her a name!" He was right. Amid all the emotions, both good and bad, you had both managed to forget about her name.

"What should we—"

"Stella." You decided, cutting him off. She was your little star, your bright light in the darkness, and the cosmic-themed name fit her excellently. A wonderful name for the wonderful little girl you had brought into the world.

"Stella." He said, testing the name out. "I like it." He smiled down at her. "I'll be the best dad you could ever ask for, Stella. I promise."

You knew he wouldn't let her down. She was his new beginning, and he'd stay true to his word.

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

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Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

[vvhatoncewas]

dating alastor headcannons!

this one’s for all the people requesting some sfw & nsfw headcannons!

[alastor x fem!reader]

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sfw.

⋙ now this guy absofuckinglutely loves singing to you. wether it be just humming or full out song and dance, he loves it.

⋙ al doesn’t let many folk touch him or even get close to doing so but when it comes to you??? be cautious because he’s almost certain not to let you out of his grasp.

⋙ due to his now frequent squabbles with vox he’s moreee uptight than usual. he’d be stalking around the hotel, murmuring something to himself but with a quick glance at you all thoughts of his are forgotten.

⋙ he also loves when you help him out in the kitchen. al would get a little defensive at times when you’d poke at adding something to into his already perfect recipe but he’d let you do it anyway, anything for you. seeing you cook, all domesticated, makes his usually cold heart warm.

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nsfw.

⋙ well getting it on with an overlord can come with its own faults.

⋙ al is very weary when it comes down to you. hurting you is never on his register…. unless you ask for it that is.

⋙ this guy knows how to fucking please i’ll tell you that for certain. with some all knowing eye al just knows where to touch you.

⋙ speaking in the bedroom is unfortunately not one of his strong suits. however, if the overlord is in a frisky enough mood he’s veryyyy fucking vocal.

⋙ degrading, mocking, praising you he does all of it and you absolutely love it.

⋙ being with al comes with all sorts of baggage but you’d never change it for the world.

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[angelltheninth]

Can you do little scenarios where Hazbin men fuck their girlfriend out of jealousy?

Fuck yes I can! I 100% can!

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Vox, Valentino x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, jealousy, cunniilingus, kissing, marking, biting, deals, restraints, collars, breeding kink, possessive sex, vibrating cock, being watched, height difference

A/N: Going nuts thinking about these.

Alastor wished he could put this feeling of jealousy to rest. This wasn't like him, he wasn't usually this possessive over the people he made deals with. Your soul was already his, all that was left to claim was your heart and body. His shadows wrapped all around your body, keeping you in the air, tied up, unable to touch him while he rutted into you with force you've only seen him use when he was killing his enemies.

Lucifer was never a jealous man. He assumed he had no need to be. Yet his heart ached when he saw you happily chatting away with another powerful demon. By his side you were his soulmate, the love of his life, his Queen. His. You feel his teeth dig into your thighs as his cock pushes all the way into your mouth, silencing your whimpers and cries before he returns to your pussy, his long tongue shoved in deep, sighing as your taste overwhelms him.

Adam tells you that you're a stupid bitch if you think you could ever do better then him. You should be grateful to be his woman, to get his cock in your cunt every night, to get his seed in your womb and have the chance to give birth to his children. No other man should so much as glance and in your direction, let alone talk to you. But in case they don't get the memo he is petty enough to brag about fucking you to them.

Vox pulls you on his lap and keeps kissing you the whole time he's fucking his cock up in you. He makes it vibrate against your weak spot, watching in with a smirk as your eyes rolled back and showed you your own expression reflected in his screen. His claws dig into your thighs, keeping you from slipping off his lap, you're gonna stay there for his entire broadcast for all of Hell to see.

Valentino didn't expect any better from a slut like you. He likes you because you're a good slut, but you're also his slut. Not anyone else's, not even if they pay. Before he starts fucking you he called in the guys who flirted with you and told them to watch very closely, he'll show them all how you like being fucked. You hide your smile against his neck, clench your pussy around his cock, almost having pity for the poor souls watching what they can't have.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

ミ★: Lucifer Morningstar giving you oral.

A/n: I said it was gonna happen so here it is.

It wasn't Lucifer's fault that he fell for you, you were so sweet, so kind to Charlie that it just happened. He was over the moon knowing that you felt the same way, I mean it's not like he knew you were Adam's wife...ex as you would often correct him given that the angel was the one that sent you to hell.

Though it was how you told him that you never had a real orgasm, that Adam refused to even go down on you. He knew that he had to fix that, he was going to make you scream his name.

Hovering over you, Lucifer ran his tongue over his lips. You looked so good, so beautiful, from your soft curves, the way your skin glowed in the dim light, it was a vision that never failed to captivate him.

As Lucifer shifted his body on the bed, he let his fingers trace a path from your collarbone down to the gentle swell of your breasts. His touch was feather light, teasing as a small whimper escaped your lips.

A smirked formed on his lips, his forked tongue poking through his lips as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed. His eyes locking with yours, his voice low and filled with hunger.

"Spread your legs for me, my pretty little angel." His voice was laced with anticipation. "I want to taste you, make you scream my name."

He then delved between your thighs, his tongue eager to please you, his lips and tongue working in tandem to bring you to the heights of pleasure. He devoured you with a hunger, your gasp's and moans only fueling him.

Lucifer's forked tongue gliding across your clit, gently sucking the bud as your nails dug into the sheets.

He was smiling now, couldn't help but feel happy knowing that he was the one giving you pleasure. As he continued to tease and pleasure you, his fingers found his way to your entrance, slipping inside to further intensify the sensations. Lucifer continued to explore you with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns over your sensitive flesh, his fingers thrusting rhythmically within you.

He relished in the sounds of your pleasure, the way your moans filled the room, spurring him on to push you further towards ecstasy.

He reveled in the taste of you, the way you quivered beneath your touch, your body trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over you. He was going to commit these sound's to his memory.

And when you finally reached your climax, your body convulsing with pleasure, he held you tightly, his lips pressed against your trembling thighs as he rode out your release. Only when he was certain you had been thoroughly satisfied, Lucifer pulled away, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips.

He could still taste you and god did he already miss taste.

"My dearest" Lucifer's voice filled with adoration. "You are intoxicating as ever, I will make sure you will be treated how you deserved to be treated."

Leaning in, Lucifer nuzzled his nose into your neck. "Rest assured, I will alway's find you attractive. You are mine and I will make sure you are always satisfied."

Feeling warmth creep up your cheeks, you did your best avoid eye contact with Adam as Lucifer clutched you tightly to his chest.

"YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!"

A slow smirk formed on Lucifers lip's as he clutched you tightly to his chest. One hand moving to his lips as he made a v with his fingers. "We did a lot more than fuck."