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VIP Lounge - Nobody likes to share I Vox x Alastor x Lucifer x Y/N

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CW: Marking/claiming behavior, Explicit sexual content, dominance, dynamics Power, imbalance themes, sexual touching, physical control, Hair pulling Biting Throat, choking imagery, Intense erotic tension

ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪 ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪

POV: Y/N

The bouncer won’t let me in.

Not because he doesn’t know me—but because he knows there are three men sitting inside, none of whom wants the others to get up first when I walk in. He waits. I wait. We both know the game.

After four seconds, he opens the door.

The VIP lounge at Purgatorio smells of cigar smoke, warm light, and the kind of nights you either don’t remember at all or remember all too well. I know this room. I know the couch at the far end, the light that makes skin look different than it is, the heavy silence when the door closes and no one is listening outside anymore. Every corner—for reasons I won’t voice and from nights I can’t forget, no matter how hard I try.

Vox notices me first.

He always notices everything first. That’s not a compliment. It’s a warning.

The media overlord leans back, one arm draped over the backrest—relaxed, as if he were the only one here who owns the evening. His gaze scans me from head to toe. First the checking glance—has anyone touched you, has anyone looked at you—then, when the answer is no, comes the other one. The one I know. The one who tells me he knows exactly what’s under this dress because he’s seen it himself. Often enough that he isn’t imagining it. Vox knows every curve, every reaction, every spot where I stop staying calm. The Media Overlord knows me by heart; he’s taken the trouble.

The corner of his mouth twitches upward.

I know exactly what you look like when you’re not wearing anything. You belong here. With me. Come~

Lucifer is the one who stands up.

Two steps, and his hand is on my waist—blindly, by rote, warmth through the fabric—and he leads me to the couch as if it were the most natural movement in the world. Then he turns my face toward him, two fingers under my chin, and kisses me. Not hesitantly. Not briefly. With the calm thoroughness of someone who knows how this works—how I work—and who wants to remind everyone else in the room of that right now.

Our tongues briefly entwine. Lucifer marks me.

I was here. Don’t forget that.

“You’re late,” the King whispers. His voice has that depth he only brings out when he wants me to feel it physically.

My pulse quickens.

“Ten minutes,” I murmur.

“I know.” He looks at me—that warm, dangerous smile he has when he knows exactly what he’s doing—and leans back. His hand travels up my thigh, higher. It didn’t stop until Lucifer squeezed between my thighs and rested quite close to my center.

Vox’s arm wraps around my shoulders.

Slowly. Deliberately. His fingers find the spot below my ear, the same spot, always the same—because he knows what happens when he varies the pressure there, and because for him, knowledge is synonymous with application. His thumb moves. Very gently. I can feel it all the way up to my shoulders.

Goosebumps spread over me and I felt warm.

“Nice,” he says to Lucifer, without looking at me, “that you thanked her so warmly for her punctuality.”

The Overlord’s smile is sharp and dangerous.

“She was late,” says Lucifer.

“I know.” Vox turns his head toward me. That look—close, direct. The look he has when the camera is off and he no longer bothers to hide it. “For that,” he murmurs softly, “she’ll have time to apologize later.”

My stomach tightens with excitement.

“I thought you didn’t mind.” Lucifer leans back. A statement. He smiles at Vox like someone who hasn’t forgotten that he’s the King of Hell and not some underling of some Overlord. “After all, you didn’t reserve her.”

“Yes, I did,” Vox says curtly.

“Interesting.” Lucifer’s thumb traces a small circle on my thigh. “I don’t recall a conversation about that.” Now the fallen angel smiles sharply.

“You don’t need to know everything,” Vox said, taking a sip of his drink.

“No,” Lucifer admits, and the smile grows sharper, “but I know enough.”

“Did you order?” I ask, surprised that my voice is still working.

“For you.” Vox slides a glass across the table without looking up. Just what I needed. The right drink—he knows me in a way that sometimes makes me angry, because there’s nothing I could show him that he hasn’t already seen.

I lean forward and take a sip. As I set my glass down, I gently fluttered my eyelashes and caught sight of the third man in the room.

Alastor.

He’s sitting the way he always sits—slightly to the side, one leg crossed over the other, the glass held loosely in his hand. He looks at me. . He looks at me like someone who knows exactly what lies beneath this surface, because he uncovered it himself. From a different perspective. Nights we never talk about. The silence afterward, which carried more weight.

“Alastor,” I whispered.

A calculated pause.

“You’ve smudged your lipstick,” he says, and smiles.

I see my reflection in the glass. Not a blemish. No lipstick. The Radio Overlord is lying to my face and enjoying it. The worst part is, I know what that mouth feels like when it isn’t playing games. On every inch of my body. On my wet center.

Vox’s glass hits the table with a sound that echoes through the entire room.

“Stop that,” Vox snapped at Alastor.

“Hmm?” The Radio Demon raises an eyebrow, genuinely amused.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” growls the other Overlord beside me.

The tension in the room is making it unbearable for me. They’re all like wolves fighting over a female.

“I’m having a conversation.” Alastor tilts his head to one side. “Or am I not even allowed to do that anymore without asking your permission?”

Vox remains silent. Lucifer looks at the other two men with interest. Apparently, he’s itching for it too.

“If it’s too much for you, I’ll kidnap you~” the King murmurs in my ear. As he does, his tongue glides over my earlobe and I blush instantly.

Alastor sets down his glass. Stands up. Unhurriedly, and he comes to me—around the couch—to me, not to the others—and stops in front of me. Looks down at me. Reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from my face; his knuckles are warm against my cheek, and then—before I can breathe—he leans down.

“You look exhausted,” whispers the Radio Demon. Almost tenderly. Almost—as if this were a language he doesn’t speak fluently, but has understood. Then, a little quieter, just for me: “From these people here, or in general?”

Before I answer, he leans down and kisses me. Different from Lucifer. Cooler. More precise. Like someone who knows exactly which spot he’s hitting and who takes the time to find it—one hand on my jaw, his thumb at the corner of my mouth—and as he sits up, he leaves his hand there for a moment longer.

Looking straight into Vox’s eyes.

I was here, too. I’m always here. Don’t forget that.

Lucifer takes a sip and says nothing. His hand tightens around my thighs.

Vox stands up.

He does it slowly, which is worse than if he’d done it quickly. He sets his glass down. Two men who both know they owe each other nothing, and who are both bothered by it, standing eye to eye.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” says Vox.

“Of course.” Alastor turns his head toward him. “So do you.” His grin widens.

Vox pulls me toward him.

Not gently. Not roughly. With the precision of someone who knows exactly how much pressure to apply and where. His hand on the back of my neck, the other on my waist. His lips touch mine, making me forget what I was just thinking. The stern Overlord kisses me so gently. Something you wouldn’t expect from him. Vox holds me gently, but firmly. As if I could vanish at any moment and he never wants to let me go. He has the time.

Our lips parted. Dreamily, I look up at the Media Overlord.

Our gazes locked. Without looking up, he spoke to the others.

“She’s staying tonight.”

“With whom,” says Lucifer, very calmly, “is up to her.” I could hear his smirk.

“Of course.” Vox’s thumb strokes my carotid artery once. Slowly. Deliberately. As if that were an answer to something. “That’s why I’m asking her.”

The Overlord looks at me with that look he gets when he knows he’s won, yet still does me the courtesy of making it seem like it was my decision.

Alastor is leaning against the wall. Arms crossed. He glares at me and says to no one in particular:

“Interesting. Three men, one woman, and none of us has good taste.”

“You’re here too,” Lucifer chuckled.

“Exactly,” the radio demon rolled his eyes.

I’m sitting again between the King of Hell, who once again places his hand menacingly close to my midsection; a radio demon who looks at me as if I were a problem he wants to solve—and a media Overlord who pulls me against his chest.

And the terrible thing is—none of them are lying.

Not about what they want. Not about what was. Not about what’s going to happen tonight, no matter which one of them wins.

They always take turns winning. That’s the deal.

I pick up my glass. Empty it. Set it down.

“I need another one.”

Not a muscle twitches in the room. Not even the bartender at the counter turns around. The air is so thick with unspoken promises. So saturated that I can taste them on my tongue.

Vox’s thumb glides along my carotid artery—as if he weren’t just feeling my pulse, but shaping it, turning it into something darker, hungrier. His breath brushes my collarbone, hot and precise. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, my body automatically leaning toward him.

“You don’t need a glass,” Vox whispered in my ear. The corner of his mouth curls as if he’s just solved an equation whose result is me.

Lucifer leans forward. His hand—which just a moment ago rested on my hip like a warning, two fingers’ width above the hem of my dress, where the skin is most sensitive—moves higher. With the calculated slowness of a man who knows I’ll count every inch of his touch.

The King’s lips find my ear. Then the spot below it, where the jaw softens and the neck begins—that telltale spot that always twitches when someone touches it. His breath is a whisper that pours into my spine like liquid lead:

“Stay with me.” Not a plea. That’s the most dangerous thing about him: He sounds as if he’s giving me a choice. As if I could say no. As if I hadn’t already fallen for him.

Vox jerks my head toward him. Two fingers under my chin—right where a single pressure point could make me moan or fall silent. He’s practiced this. On me. Until he knew just how much force it takes to make me obey without hurting me. His kiss is different from before. A promise, a declaration of love.

His tongue pushes between my lips, hard and demanding, while his other hand slides down from my neck, over my collarbone, until his fingers close around my breast—not roughly, not gently, but with that relentless precision, as if he were marking me. I feel Lucifer’s hand freeze on my thigh.

The two men are fighting over their territory. Lucifer’s hand pulls my thigh toward him.

His fingers dig into my flesh, just for a second, before they stay beneath my dress, where the air is hotter and my skin craves touch. I make a sound—not a moan, not a gasp, something more primal that rises straight from my gut and crashes against Vox’s mouth. He smiles. That dark, satisfied curve of his lips, as if I’ve just proven to him what he’s always known:

That I belong to him. That I belong to them. That I will never stop burning between their hands.

Vox breaks the kiss. His gaze is dark, sharp as a splinter under the skin. It draws me in. Then he turns his head, slowly, like a predator keeping its prey in sight as it moves toward the next obstacle.

“You’re playing.” Lucifer shrugs. “We’re all playing.” His voice is honey. “That was always the deal.”

“The deal—” Vox stammered.

“Has no hierarchy.” The devil tilts his head to the side, as if tasting wine—or me. “You were there when we set that down. Right here.” His finger taps the couch, exactly where I lay beneath him months ago, where his teeth left marks on my shoulders that took weeks to heal. “Don’t you remember?”

I remember. God, I remember.

Alastor clears his throat. We all freeze. Even the air seems to hold its breath.

The radio demon detaches himself from the wall. He’s standing behind the couch now, looking down at us—at me, trapped between two men whose hands occupy me like enemy territories.

“I think,” he says, his fingers touching my shoulder, “you’re forgetting someone.”

“You’ve been keeping to yourself.” Vox’s voice is a knife scraping against stone.

“I’ve been watching.” Alastor’s lips brush my neck without warning. His tongue traces the spot below my ear—exactly where his teeth had been months ago, when I worshipped him, hated him, when he took me without asking. My body remembers. My hips twitch as if I’m already begging for more.

Then Alastor sits down behind me. Squeezes himself between the backrest and my aroused body.

“Alastor.” Vox’s tone is a warning that ends in a promise.

“Mhm.” Alastor ignores him. His hand slides under my arm, pulling me backward, against his chest, while his lips trace a trail of kisses from my ear to the base of my neck. Every inch is deliberate. Every breath he takes is a command. I can feel Lucifer watching—how his eyes darken, how his fingers twitch on my thigh as if he’s weighing whether to intervene or wait.

Then the King laughs. A sound so deep and dirty that I feel it between my legs. His hand moves higher until his knuckles press against the damp fabric of my underwear. “You are impossible.” His voice is a match being lit against my spine.

Vox growls. His hand runs through my hair, pulling—not roughly, not gently, but with that perfect blend of pain and promise that always leaves me speechless. He pulls me away from Lucifer, toward him. His kiss is no longer a kiss. It is a conquest. His tongue presses against mine, his teeth scrape across my lower lip until I bleed—or until I think I’m bleeding, until I want to bleed, because that’s the only way to extinguish this burning, unbearable tension inside me.

Lucifer’s hand moves. His fingers slide under the fabric, find me—hot, wet, ready—and I break against Vox’s mouth, a sharp, helpless gasp that he swallows as if it were his own.

“Stop.” Vox’s voice is a lash.

“No.” Lucifer massages my clitoris. Again and again I moan against Vox’s lips “She won’t stop.”

That’s true. That’s the problem. That’s the game.

Alastor’s lips touch my ear. His breath is ice. “Tell us what you want.”

Three pairs of eyes bore into me. Three men waiting. With that deadly calm of predators who know that sooner or later the prey will flinch.

Vox runs his thumb over my lower lip. Slowly. As if testing how far he can go before I break. “Well?” His voice is poison in my veins. “What would you like?”

Lucifer bites my temple. Not hard. Just enough to make me shiver. His tongue licks the spot as his fingers slide deeper.

Alastor breathes against my neck. His hand on my waist pulls me tighter against him until I feel his hard body behind me, until I know he’s suffering just as much as I am. His lips touch my skin—no kiss, no bite, just that fleeting promise of more. “Make up your mind, darling.” His voice is a whisper that pierces my ribs like a dagger. “Before we do it for you.”

I take a breath.

Then I grab Vox’s hand—the one still holding my chin—and twist it. Not to push it away. To hold it tight. To show him that I know the rules. That I’m in control of the game.

The Media Overlord lets me. That alone is dangerous enough.

I lean back—against Alastor’s chest, which catches me as if he knew I was going to fall. My voice is calm. Burning. “If this turns into a foursome tonight…” I let the sentence hang in the air until I feel the tension in the room crackling like a cable about to snap. “…then on my terms.”

Silence.

Lucifer lifts his head. His smile is more genuine than anything I’ve ever seen from him—sharp, bloody, triumphant. “Of course.”

Alastor waits. Then: “Negotiable.” His fingers tug at my hair, just slightly, but unmistakably. A reminder.

I turn to Vox. His gaze is an abyss. He studies me as if deciding whether to save me or destroy me. Then he murmurs, “Your terms.”

I let go of his hand. Lean back. Alastor’s arms close around me like a cage of silk and steel. His lips find my neck, bite down—exactly where he owns me. Lucifer leans forward, his eyes glowing, his hand wandering higher until his fingers touch me where I’m most sensitive.

And Vox—Vox looks at me. A moment. As if he’s taking note of something. As if he’s deciding how far he can go. Then he leans forward.

His hand grabs my wrist, pulls me toward him, lets himself fall to the floor with me until I’m kneeling over him. I can feel how hard he is, how hot, how impatient. His other hand slides under my dress, finds me—wet, twitching, ready—and his thumb presses against me, circles, until I moan. My pelvis presses against his hand until I forget that there are others—

“Start convincing me,” I gasp.

Lucifer laughs. “Oh, baby.” His voice is husky. Hungry. “We will.”

Alastor’s hands wrap around my hips, pulling me back until I’m sitting between them—Vox in front of me, Lucifer beside me, Alastor behind me. Three pairs of hands. Three mouths. Three gazes that tear me apart as if I were the last piece of prey in a starving pack.

Vox bites my lower lip. Pulls. Until I taste how metallic my own blood is. “Then let’s get started.” His voice is a command that eats its way straight into my bones.

And then— touches. Hands. Teeth. No more rules.

Vox’s hand shoots up, grabs my hair, and pulls—silencing me. His mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue thrusts inside, hard, demanding, as if he’s marking me. At the same time, he rips my dress down until one of my breasts is exposed. His other hand closes around it, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and index finger to drive me wild.

“You want to be convinced?” His voice is a growl against my lips. “Then watch.”

His fingers slide between my legs, find the wet fabric of my underwear, press against it. I moan into his mouth, my back arches, and I feel Lucifer’s eyes darken, his hand slowly stroking his own thigh. As if he’s holding back—or getting ready.

“Vox.” Alastor’s voice is cold. “Sharing was the deal.”

Vox breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, his gaze burning into me. Without letting go of me, he turns me—not away from him, but to the side, so that I’m now sitting between him and Lucifer, my back pressed against Vox’s chest, while Lucifer kneels in front of me.

“Then share it.” Vox’s voice is a command. His hand slides under my dress, finds me again, his fingers gliding through my wetness, circling my clit—not enough to make me come, but enough to make me whimper.

Lucifer smiles. I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to worship me for it.

His hands rest on my knees, pushing my dress further up until it’s bunched around my hips. Then he leans forward, his breath brushing against my damp underwear.

“So wet.” His voice is a whisper that pours into me like poison. “And we haven’t even started yet.”

His tongue runs over the fabric, slow, agonizing. I flinch, my hands clawing at Vox’s thighs, but he holds me tight, his fingers continuing to work on my clit.

Then Lucifer rips the fabric aside.

His tongue finds me—hot, nimble, relentless. He licks me from bottom to top, his thumb pressing against my entrance, circling, testing how far open I already am for them. I moan, my head falls back against Vox’s shoulder, and I feel how hard he is, how his breath burns against my neck.

“Do you like that, darling?” Lucifer lifts his head, his lips glistening. “Or should I stop?”

“Don’t stop.” My voice is a plea.

The King laughs, darkly, contentedly. Then his mouth dives deep between my legs again, his tongue thrusting into me while his fingers stretch me, prepare me—

“Lucifer.” Alastor’s voice is a warning.

I sense Alastor before I see him. His presence is like a shadow falling over me. Then his fingers touch my back, wandering downward until they glide over my buttocks. His other hand grabs my chin, turns my head toward him, and his kiss is different—not like Vox’s fiery dominance or Lucifer’s playful cruelty, but calculating, relentless, like a contract I must sign.

“You set conditions.” His voice is ice. “Remind me.”

I gasp as Lucifer bites—not hard, but enough to make me flinch. Vox’s fingers press harder against my clit, demanding an answer.

“I—I want everything.” My voice cracks. “But slowly.”

Alastor smiles. It’s the smile of someone who knows exactly what he’s going to get.

“Then slowly.” His hand slides between my buttocks, a finger pressing against my tight entrance. “But we’re starting now.”

I feel something cold and slippery dripping between my cheeks. Lube? His own saliva? Then his finger pushes in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, while Lucifer keeps licking, while Vox kneads my breast, twisting my nipple until I want to scream.

“That’s good.” Alastor’s voice is a whisper in my ear. “You’re taking us all.”

I can’t breathe anymore. Lucifer’s tongue works inside me, fast, merciless, while his fingers stretch me. Vox’s rubs my clit in perfect circles, while his other hand abuses my breast. Alastor’s finger is inside me from behind, slow, relentless, and his free hand has wrapped around my throat to keep me still, to force me to endure every sensation.

“I’m coming—” The words tear from me, a helpless, broken confession.

“No.” Vox’s voice overwhelms me. His hand disappears from my clit, leaving me trembling, empty, desperate.

“Not yet.” Lucifer lifts his head, his lips glistening. “You come when we say so.”

Alastor pulls his finger out, slowly, and I moan—not with pleasure, but with frustration.

“On your knees.” Alastor’s command is irresistible.

I obey. My legs tremble as I drop to my knees in front of the couch, my dress hiked up, my underwear torn, my skin burning from their touches.

Three pairs of eyes are staring down at me. Three hard bodies, waiting. Three men who know I belong to them.

“Now.” Vox’s voice is a verdict. “Show us how thirsty you are.”

ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪 ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪

Autor's Note:

Hey Guy's as a little sorry from my side, I tried something new. All the hotties packed together. Had a little to much from the Kingston Universaty (Team Jaxon!)

(Wanna have the full smut part ?)

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Lucifer’s Daughter Headcannons

Lucifer x Reader: If Lucifer and Reader had a daughter, here’s what I think she would be like. or an excuse for me to talk about apple white…

Personality

First of all, personality. Your daughter would be raised by Lucifer, therefore picking up some of his both positive and negative traits, but let’s start positively.

Your daughter would be very creative. Her father was a dreamer; having beautiful (rejected) ideas and dreams for humanity. We saw in episode five how Lucifer would use his powers to show baby Charlie magic—so I doubt your child would be any different. Although Lucifer would be worried about her ending up like him.

Your daughter is very empathetic. Always helping injured little animals she finds in your back garden. Also, speaking of animals, it’s like she can speak to them. Animals really like and trust her—and by the time she gets older, she has an army.

Very charismatic. Your daughter would be extremely popular in school. Not only because she’s a princess of hell and the daughter of a fallen angel—but because of her charisma and charm. She is extremely outgoing, and will walk up and talk to anyone. Almost everyone loves her—how could they not?

Unfortunately, she would probably have selfish tendencies. Having been spoiled her entire life, she expects everything to be handed to her on a silver platter. And yes, while she can be down-to-earth and empathetic, she isn’t a perfect Angel.

As a teenager, your daughter would likely experience extreme anger issues. We’ve seen Lucifer can control his anger and annoyance…but he’s also been alive for eons. A teenager wouldn’t be able to do that.

She also inherits her father’s powers. From childhood all the way up into her teenage years, she will struggle to control them. Her powers getting stronger the angrier she gets. She is completely out of control, and has to be calmed down.

Looks/Appearance

Blonde. Very very blonde. There is no way she doesn’t inherit the signature blonde Morningstar locks. Oh, and those adorable rosy red cheeks. She’s so cute!

However, she will have your complexion and eyes. I also can imagine your daughter having curly little ringlets or locks, which is extremely hard to brush, because she cries every. single. time. and you just feel so bad about it.

Overall, I think your daughter would look (and dress) something like apple from ever after high, with your eye color and skin tone ofc. (God I love her so much).

Name

Okay. I know I’ve mentioned Apple White already in this post…but I just love her so much! Can you guys imagine Lucifer having a daughter like her?

Do I think he would name his daughter something like Apple? Definitely. I mean, he was the one who offered eve the forbidden fruit; an apple. And he just likes apples.

Another name is Evangeline. Depending on who you ask (or what you google lol) Evangeline can mean one of three things. Angel, messenger, or ‘good news.’ So not only does this name remind him of the good days back in heaven, but also his brother Gabriel, the messenger…is that too much of a stretch?

Another good one is Penelope. The name Penelope is Greek and means ‘weaver’ (not important) or ‘duck’. Wouldn’t it be so cute if Lucifer named his daughter something duck related? You can’t tell me otherwise.

The last name I can think of is Aurelia. (I actually knew an Aurelia lol). Aurelia means ‘golden’ or ‘the golden one.’ Not only is Lucifer referred to as ‘the golden angel’ in mastermind, but he would treat his daughter like a golden treasure. A chance to start over and fix his previous mistakes as a father.

Idk if I should make a part 2…but if I do, would u guys rather it be more Headcannons for Lucifer’s daughter, or a different characters child?

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #luciferxreader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin #hazbin hotel

Clipped Wings

Lucifer Morningstar/Fallen Angel!Reader.

Based on this post by @helluvapoison who asked me to tag them when it's done! This is my first time ever writing for Hazbin Hotel, so I'm so sorry if it's bad, I just couldn't stop myfelf from writing this!

Warnings: mutilaton menions, kissing, crying, established relationship, angst, fluff.

Word Count: 706 Hazbin M.list

#hazbin hotel #imagine #one shot #lucifer morningstar #lucifer #angel!reader #charlie #alastor #adam #lute #writing #sfw #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #luciferxreader #scenario

Redemption or Damnation??

Request from Anon: Can you do a story of reader losing their virginity to Lucifer?

Y/n = your name

H/c = hair colour

E/c = eye colour

Fem!Reader x Nick!Lucifer

Tw: Smut, Rough!smut, Selective Mute Reader, loss of virginity

Summary: After their most recent hunt, the winchesters bring home a new face to the bunker, much to the surprise and interest, to its non-human inhabitants.

#mark pellegrino #lucifer #supernatural #spn #spn lucifer #luciferxreader #before you say anything #i suffered from selective mutism as a child and eventually grew out of it #its different for everyone who experiences it #lucifer x reader

Retro TV

Was watching some of my shows on Hulu and inspiration struck. Just a cute lil scenario

MC was sitting quietly in the living room, enjoying the flickering firelight and the soft cushions on the couch as they watch a show on their DDD. Levi showed them earlier how to jailbreak the device to get human world apps, and luckily enough, MC remembered their Hulu password. They pressed play onto their TV show as soon as they could, the old black-and-white calligraphy came into the screen and MC smiled fondly.

An hour passed and MC was just into their third episode, when in came Mammon, slightly disheveled.

“Hey, human! What’re ya doin’ out here right now? My brothers can get pretty cranky this late, good thing the great mammon’s here to protect you.” MC craned their neck back to see behind them and gave the demon a smile as Mammon walked around from the entrance to sit next to MC on the plush couch.

“Watching an old TV show from the human world. It’s one of my favorites.” Another smile and this time Mammon blushed. Maybe he blushed last time too, but then again the human wasn’t RIGHT next to him.

“Here, take an earbud let’s watch it. I think you might like the humor, old man.” MC said with a teasing grin on their face.

“OI WHO YA CALLIN OLD!”

“Kidding, kidding.” MC chuckled at Mammon’s vibrant reaction and turned to press play on the screen.

“What’s it called?” Asked Mammon, an idle curiosity in his voice.

In the midst of their shinanigans the pair failed to hear the heavy, self-announcing footsteps coming from the hallway. After a long day of work, Lucifer finally finished the massive load of papers needing to be looked over in his office and was planning to enjoy his cup of tea and a good book by the fire.

MC turned to look Mammon in the eye to answer his question as Lucifer rounded the corner to enter the living room, unknown to the both of them.

“I Love Lucy.”

Lucifer spilled his drink.

Edit: This post is getting a lot of notes (for me, a new writer) so I just want to remind everyone that I’m DESPERATE FOR ASKS, REQUESTS, ANYTHING. I wanna write but I’m majorly blank on ideas, so requesting smth would really help me out pls :)

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It has been, well, a long time since I’ve updated. So, so long. This past year has been bad, mentally and situationally. I apologize for disappearing, and I do come baring gifts. Well, kind of. *AO3/Wattpad are both rmorningstar21* Let’s get down to it. 1) How To Win Her Heart (Sam x Fem!Reader x Lucifer) is almost completely edited, and I’m hoping to have that up in full by Midnight tomorrow. This one is a commission, AO3 exclusive. The completion of it has been a long time coming, and I am excited to share the remainder of it! 2) You Can’t Have It All, Calvin (Calvin Fischoeder x Fem!Reader x Ethan) will be getting it’s last 3 chapters around the same time. They’re completed, but I would like to go through and double check my edits before posting. This one is another AO3 exclusive! 3) The Millennium Rose (Atem x Fem!Reader) is the next one I would like to tie up loose ends with. There are about 4-5 chapters sitting that I need to post, but there are two chapters between those three that I need to finish up. I know you guys have been waiting for this one, and I do apologize! I wanted to get that done in September, but the month got away from me. 4) I am going to end up posting a few odds and ends as Tumblr Exclusives, various fandoms that I personally am unsure whether or not I’ll ever make a true one-shot collection with. Those will be coming after this post, because personally I need to clean up my Google Docs a bit. 5) Crimson Staved On Withered Wings (Gadreel x Fem!Angel!Reader) is up and completed on Wattpad, and will be cross-posted to AO3 after my AO3 exclusives are up. The next book in that series has a currently undetermined eta, but is planned. 6) Destined For More (Gabriel x Fem!Winchester!Reader) WILL be edited - Chuck, I’m hoping soon. I’ve been seeing a lot of you guys want the second book, and I do have the start for it, just need to get some time to work on it after I catch up with everything else! 7) I am opening this up for character requests (not full plot requests, those are currently commission only) - my Supernatural Oneshot Collection of x Readers. Send me a message or a comment on my last one-shot (AO3 or Wattpad, doesn’t matter) picking up to two characters you would like to see me ship Reader with! I am opening this up to my milestone of 100 One-Shots, so there are 8 slots available (I have a NTP Crowley one sitting in my docs that’s waiting for an in-between to post). Example of the kind of request I’ll take: Cain x Angel!Reader, Hurt/Comfort. I cannot guarentee that all of these will be written right away, but depending on lengths/how many requests are received, I would like to work on the remaining 8 throughout this coming week.

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Hi hi hi!! I’m a huge Lucifer simp. Can I pls get a Lucifer x Female MC that’s Akali from Kda? Like they got back from a concert and MC needs Lucifer to relieve some stress. NSFW is ok. And I like the title “My Little Popstar”

note: thanks for the request, it’s not completely NSFW, as i’m not the best at writing it! thanks for the request <3

My little Popstar

Lucifer X fem!MC

TW: slight nsfw

You rubbed your sore throat, as you looked at the gates to the House Of Lamentation. You opened the gate, the sound of your footsteps echoing in your ears. You approached the house, letting out a sigh, before opening the door with what little strength you had left over.

You didn’t find any of the brothers waiting for you, well except for Lucifer. You found his attachment quite odd. His scarlet eyes traced over your stressed figure. “Oh? It seems you’re quite exhausted. Would you like a massage?” He questioned, holding out his hand for you to hold. You nodded.

You then placed your hand in his, as he led you off to his room. The house was silent, except for his and your own footsteps. “Singing must have worn out your pretty throat, huh?” You smiled and nodded again. By the time you nodded, you had reached his room. He opened the door and ushered you inside, leaving no time to waste. “Sit down.” He pointed to the bed, as you walked over to it, feeling the silk sheets. Lucifer hummed. “Do you want more than a massage, my dear?” Your face turned red as you looked away.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, spread your legs.”

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🔺Imagine that your Lucifer’s human “pet”, and he decides to do some behavioral training with you...💋🔺

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(Mature Audiences: BDSM themes and swears, pet play/degrading/pain play)

"I don't think I told you to move!" He rocked back and forth pulling a dart from thin air. "Tsk, tsk." He sighs in a murmur as he moves the dart in his hand back and forth pinching it between his fingers looking at a spot besides your head. He squints his eyes and let his tongue hang out the corner of his mouth as he pulls his hand back.

You shut your eyes as he throws it towards you, you hear the air whiz by your ear and the sharp thunk of the dart hitting the wall. You open your eyes and he stands there, staring at you. His hands now in his pockets. You glance to your right without moving your head and see the feathery end of the dart sticking out of the wall.

"Alright, since you moved and flinched...you know what that means," he says in a singsong voice, pulling a hand out of his pocket and dancing his fingers in the air.. "On the floor." He scrunches his face and lowered his head, glancing at the floor and then your face.

He tilts his head, upon noticing you not doing what he instructed.

He points to the ground, but you don't move.

He leans back with a smug grin, the lines on his eyes moving with his squinting eyes. He raises his eyebrows and you jump a little as he takes a step towards you. Your heartbeat thumps against your chest as he takes his time walking over to you, the sound of his feet against the hardwood floor the only sound in the den. His mustard color jacket, covering his white T-shirt. His dark blue pants cuffed revealing white socks underneath his brown shoes. His dirty blond hair, pushed back, neatly, yet the ends on the side of his face, stuck out just a little.

He stops in front of you his chest close to your face, he smelled so good. The wrinkles of his shirt, grabbed your attention you wanted to look up, you did a bit, but not at his face. He flexes back his shoulders and then does a little shimmy. You can feel his eyes looking down at you with that terrifying smile of his. "Oh, so you didn't hear me?" He blinks twice and pulls the dart from the wall beside your head, you flinch again at the suddenness of this movement. But you look up at his face.

He examines the dart with an unsatisfied expression and bites on his lower lip.

"That's unfortunate...for you."

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VIP Lounge - Nobody likes to share I Vox x Alastor x Lucifer x Y/N

Word Count: ~ 3.7k

ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪 ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪

POV: Y/N

The bouncer won’t let me in.

Not because he doesn’t know me—but because he knows there are three men sitting inside, none of whom wants the others to get up first when I walk in. He waits. I wait. We both know the game.

After four seconds, he opens the door.

Vox notices me first.

He always notices everything first. That’s not a compliment. It’s a warning.

The corner of his mouth twitches upward.

I know exactly what you look like when you’re not wearing anything. You belong here. With me. Come~

Lucifer is the one who stands up.

Our tongues briefly entwine. Lucifer marks me.

I was here. Don’t forget that.

“You’re late,” the King whispers. His voice has that depth he only brings out when he wants me to feel it physically.

My pulse quickens.

“Ten minutes,” I murmur.

Vox’s arm wraps around my shoulders.

Goosebumps spread over me and I felt warm.

“Nice,” he says to Lucifer, without looking at me, “that you thanked her so warmly for her punctuality.”

The Overlord’s smile is sharp and dangerous.

“She was late,” says Lucifer.

My stomach tightens with excitement.

“Yes, I did,” Vox says curtly.

“Interesting.” Lucifer’s thumb traces a small circle on my thigh. “I don’t recall a conversation about that.” Now the fallen angel smiles sharply.

“You don’t need to know everything,” Vox said, taking a sip of his drink.

“No,” Lucifer admits, and the smile grows sharper, “but I know enough.”

“Did you order?” I ask, surprised that my voice is still working.

I lean forward and take a sip. As I set my glass down, I gently fluttered my eyelashes and caught sight of the third man in the room.

Alastor.

“Alastor,” I whispered.

A calculated pause.

“You’ve smudged your lipstick,” he says, and smiles.

Vox’s glass hits the table with a sound that echoes through the entire room.

“Stop that,” Vox snapped at Alastor.

“Hmm?” The Radio Demon raises an eyebrow, genuinely amused.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” growls the other Overlord beside me.

The tension in the room is making it unbearable for me. They’re all like wolves fighting over a female.

“I’m having a conversation.” Alastor tilts his head to one side. “Or am I not even allowed to do that anymore without asking your permission?”

Vox remains silent. Lucifer looks at the other two men with interest. Apparently, he’s itching for it too.

“If it’s too much for you, I’ll kidnap you~” the King murmurs in my ear. As he does, his tongue glides over my earlobe and I blush instantly.

Looking straight into Vox’s eyes.

I was here, too. I’m always here. Don’t forget that.

Lucifer takes a sip and says nothing. His hand tightens around my thighs.

Vox stands up.

He does it slowly, which is worse than if he’d done it quickly. He sets his glass down. Two men who both know they owe each other nothing, and who are both bothered by it, standing eye to eye.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” says Vox.

“Of course.” Alastor turns his head toward him. “So do you.” His grin widens.

Vox pulls me toward him.

Our lips parted. Dreamily, I look up at the Media Overlord.

Our gazes locked. Without looking up, he spoke to the others.

“She’s staying tonight.”

“With whom,” says Lucifer, very calmly, “is up to her.” I could hear his smirk.

“Of course.” Vox’s thumb strokes my carotid artery once. Slowly. Deliberately. As if that were an answer to something. “That’s why I’m asking her.”

The Overlord looks at me with that look he gets when he knows he’s won, yet still does me the courtesy of making it seem like it was my decision.

Alastor is leaning against the wall. Arms crossed. He glares at me and says to no one in particular:

“Interesting. Three men, one woman, and none of us has good taste.”

“You’re here too,” Lucifer chuckled.

“Exactly,” the radio demon rolled his eyes.

And the terrible thing is—none of them are lying.

Not about what they want. Not about what was. Not about what’s going to happen tonight, no matter which one of them wins.

They always take turns winning. That’s the deal.

I pick up my glass. Empty it. Set it down.

“I need another one.”

Not a muscle twitches in the room. Not even the bartender at the counter turns around. The air is so thick with unspoken promises. So saturated that I can taste them on my tongue.

“You don’t need a glass,” Vox whispered in my ear. The corner of his mouth curls as if he’s just solved an equation whose result is me.

“Stay with me.” Not a plea. That’s the most dangerous thing about him: He sounds as if he’s giving me a choice. As if I could say no. As if I hadn’t already fallen for him.

The two men are fighting over their territory. Lucifer’s hand pulls my thigh toward him.

That I belong to him. That I belong to them. That I will never stop burning between their hands.

“You’re playing.” Lucifer shrugs. “We’re all playing.” His voice is honey. “That was always the deal.”

“The deal—” Vox stammered.

I remember. God, I remember.

Alastor clears his throat. We all freeze. Even the air seems to hold its breath.

The radio demon detaches himself from the wall. He’s standing behind the couch now, looking down at us—at me, trapped between two men whose hands occupy me like enemy territories.

“I think,” he says, his fingers touching my shoulder, “you’re forgetting someone.”

“You’ve been keeping to yourself.” Vox’s voice is a knife scraping against stone.

Then Alastor sits down behind me. Squeezes himself between the backrest and my aroused body.

“Alastor.” Vox’s tone is a warning that ends in a promise.

Lucifer’s hand moves. His fingers slide under the fabric, find me—hot, wet, ready—and I break against Vox’s mouth, a sharp, helpless gasp that he swallows as if it were his own.

“Stop.” Vox’s voice is a lash.

“No.” Lucifer massages my clitoris. Again and again I moan against Vox’s lips “She won’t stop.”

That’s true. That’s the problem. That’s the game.

Alastor’s lips touch my ear. His breath is ice. “Tell us what you want.”

Three pairs of eyes bore into me. Three men waiting. With that deadly calm of predators who know that sooner or later the prey will flinch.

Vox runs his thumb over my lower lip. Slowly. As if testing how far he can go before I break. “Well?” His voice is poison in my veins. “What would you like?”

Lucifer bites my temple. Not hard. Just enough to make me shiver. His tongue licks the spot as his fingers slide deeper.

I take a breath.

Then I grab Vox’s hand—the one still holding my chin—and twist it. Not to push it away. To hold it tight. To show him that I know the rules. That I’m in control of the game.

The Media Overlord lets me. That alone is dangerous enough.

Silence.

Lucifer lifts his head. His smile is more genuine than anything I’ve ever seen from him—sharp, bloody, triumphant. “Of course.”

Alastor waits. Then: “Negotiable.” His fingers tug at my hair, just slightly, but unmistakably. A reminder.

I turn to Vox. His gaze is an abyss. He studies me as if deciding whether to save me or destroy me. Then he murmurs, “Your terms.”

And Vox—Vox looks at me. A moment. As if he’s taking note of something. As if he’s deciding how far he can go. Then he leans forward.

“Start convincing me,” I gasp.

Lucifer laughs. “Oh, baby.” His voice is husky. Hungry. “We will.”

Vox bites my lower lip. Pulls. Until I taste how metallic my own blood is. “Then let’s get started.” His voice is a command that eats its way straight into my bones.

And then— touches. Hands. Teeth. No more rules.

“You want to be convinced?” His voice is a growl against my lips. “Then watch.”

“Vox.” Alastor’s voice is cold. “Sharing was the deal.”

Lucifer smiles. I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to worship me for it.

His hands rest on my knees, pushing my dress further up until it’s bunched around my hips. Then he leans forward, his breath brushing against my damp underwear.

“So wet.” His voice is a whisper that pours into me like poison. “And we haven’t even started yet.”

His tongue runs over the fabric, slow, agonizing. I flinch, my hands clawing at Vox’s thighs, but he holds me tight, his fingers continuing to work on my clit.

Then Lucifer rips the fabric aside.

“Do you like that, darling?” Lucifer lifts his head, his lips glistening. “Or should I stop?”

“Don’t stop.” My voice is a plea.

The King laughs, darkly, contentedly. Then his mouth dives deep between my legs again, his tongue thrusting into me while his fingers stretch me, prepare me—

“Lucifer.” Alastor’s voice is a warning.

“You set conditions.” His voice is ice. “Remind me.”

I gasp as Lucifer bites—not hard, but enough to make me flinch. Vox’s fingers press harder against my clit, demanding an answer.

“I—I want everything.” My voice cracks. “But slowly.”

Alastor smiles. It’s the smile of someone who knows exactly what he’s going to get.

“Then slowly.” His hand slides between my buttocks, a finger pressing against my tight entrance. “But we’re starting now.”

“That’s good.” Alastor’s voice is a whisper in my ear. “You’re taking us all.”

“I’m coming—” The words tear from me, a helpless, broken confession.

“No.” Vox’s voice overwhelms me. His hand disappears from my clit, leaving me trembling, empty, desperate.

“Not yet.” Lucifer lifts his head, his lips glistening. “You come when we say so.”

Alastor pulls his finger out, slowly, and I moan—not with pleasure, but with frustration.

“On your knees.” Alastor’s command is irresistible.

I obey. My legs tremble as I drop to my knees in front of the couch, my dress hiked up, my underwear torn, my skin burning from their touches.

Three pairs of eyes are staring down at me. Three hard bodies, waiting. Three men who know I belong to them.

“Now.” Vox’s voice is a verdict. “Show us how thirsty you are.”

ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪 ᯤ 𖤐 𓆩✧𓆪

Autor's Note:

Hey Guy's as a little sorry from my side, I tried something new. All the hotties packed together. Had a little to much from the Kingston Universaty (Team Jaxon!)

(Wanna have the full smut part ?)

More Vox ? 📺🦈

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Lucifer’s Daughter Headcannons

Lucifer x Reader: If Lucifer and Reader had a daughter, here’s what I think she would be like. or an excuse for me to talk about apple white…

Personality

First of all, personality. Your daughter would be raised by Lucifer, therefore picking up some of his both positive and negative traits, but let’s start positively.

Looks/Appearance

Blonde. Very very blonde. There is no way she doesn’t inherit the signature blonde Morningstar locks. Oh, and those adorable rosy red cheeks. She’s so cute!

Overall, I think your daughter would look (and dress) something like apple from ever after high, with your eye color and skin tone ofc. (God I love her so much).

Name

Okay. I know I’ve mentioned Apple White already in this post…but I just love her so much! Can you guys imagine Lucifer having a daughter like her?

Do I think he would name his daughter something like Apple? Definitely. I mean, he was the one who offered eve the forbidden fruit; an apple. And he just likes apples.

Idk if I should make a part 2…but if I do, would u guys rather it be more Headcannons for Lucifer’s daughter, or a different characters child?

Clipped Wings

Lucifer Morningstar/Fallen Angel!Reader.

Warnings: mutilaton menions, kissing, crying, established relationship, angst, fluff.

Word Count: 706 Hazbin M.list

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Redemption or Damnation??

Request from Anon: Can you do a story of reader losing their virginity to Lucifer?

Y/n = your name

H/c = hair colour

E/c = eye colour

Fem!Reader x Nick!Lucifer

Tw: Smut, Rough!smut, Selective Mute Reader, loss of virginity

Summary: After their most recent hunt, the winchesters bring home a new face to the bunker, much to the surprise and interest, to its non-human inhabitants.

Retro TV

Was watching some of my shows on Hulu and inspiration struck. Just a cute lil scenario

An hour passed and MC was just into their third episode, when in came Mammon, slightly disheveled.

“Here, take an earbud let’s watch it. I think you might like the humor, old man.” MC said with a teasing grin on their face.

“OI WHO YA CALLIN OLD!”

“Kidding, kidding.” MC chuckled at Mammon’s vibrant reaction and turned to press play on the screen.

“What’s it called?” Asked Mammon, an idle curiosity in his voice.

MC turned to look Mammon in the eye to answer his question as Lucifer rounded the corner to enter the living room, unknown to the both of them.

“I Love Lucy.”

Lucifer spilled his drink.

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note: thanks for the request, it’s not completely NSFW, as i’m not the best at writing it! thanks for the request <3

My little Popstar

Lucifer X fem!MC

TW: slight nsfw

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, spread your legs.”

#lucifer #obey me #female mc #fem!mc #xreader #xlucifer #luciferxreader #ahintofnsfw

🔺Imagine that your Lucifer’s human “pet”, and he decides to do some behavioral training with you...💋🔺

LuciferxFemReader

(Mature Audiences: BDSM themes and swears, pet play/degrading/pain play)

He tilts his head, upon noticing you not doing what he instructed.

He points to the ground, but you don't move.

He examines the dart with an unsatisfied expression and bites on his lower lip.

"That's unfortunate...for you."

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