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I'm hooked on the bait

In my part 2 Me and Mr Wolf AU; ‘Queen’ (King) Alastor gives birth to baby Cameron (my appleradio baby, the antichrist ❣️) for ‘fawns’ prompt for day 1 of #DoeAlastorWeek2026

So what about Alastor shapeshifting into something that would drive Luci mad/into rut mode? 👀 Which would be better?

The television droned on behind him in the living room. He did it mostly out of habit and partially to keep an ear on things. Radio only covered so much now that people had shifted almost entirely to television and social media for news.

“—escaped confinement earlier tonight. The princess claims she knows nothing about her father’s escape—“

Alastor looked over his shoulder at the television. He felt his stomach turn at the sight of the prison headshot of Lucifer Morningstar. The old picture captured his essence perfectly: flashing, devilish smile and ruffled hair that never had a bad hair day. He didn’t look even the slightest bit upset that he was in angelic prison. In fact, he looked pleased about it. Pfft, typical.

'Confinement' was the station's way of playing nice in case the devil decided to visit them. But Alastor had an inky black feeling that he knew who the devil would be visiting first. 

He gradually turned in his chair, now paying full attention to what the woman was saying. "Police are warning residents to lock their doors and stay indoors. They also strongly encourage residents to stay in close touch with their neighbors, friends, and family until the man has been found and apprehended. If you see any signs of this man, please contact the authorities immediately. Do NOT engage with him."

Alastor realized he was furiously tapping his pen on the desk. And his leg wouldn't sit still, either. His mind went to the doors and windows. He always locked his windows and front door out of habit, but what about the back door? He hardly used it. 

His hands had gone clammy. His eyes slowly scanned the room, expecting Lucifer to be waiting in the corner or peaking through the blinds. His little apartment suddenly felt too quiet. His beating heart drowned out the reporter in the background. He needed to do something other than just sit there.

He went to check on the backdoor but a warm hand closed over his mouth. The fingers, deceptively gentle, pulled him back against a firm chest. His whole body went tight as soft lips grazed his ear. 

“Easy now,” Lucifer murmured in Alastor's ear. "That picture of me is so unflattering, you know."

Alastor's hands gripped the arm of the chair so tight it made the wood creak. His nose wrinkled at the smell of dirt and sweat. But the unmistakable scent of cinnamon apples that followed Lucifer everywhere still lingered beneath it all.

Alastor's shallow breathing bounced off Lucifer's hand still covering his mouth, the only sign that Alastor's smile now took considerably more effort to maintain. Meanwhile the reporter kept going on about the person standing directly behind him.

"It's been so long," Lucifer said sweetly. He rubbed his nose against Alastor's hair, just behind his ear, and took a deep breath. "I've missed you, bellhop."

Every instinct in Alastor was fighting with itself. His overlord instinct wanted to lash out, to run, to fight, to make bleed. But his minimal self-preservation instinct clawed its way up his throat and screamed at the top of his mind: this is not a fight you can win.

Alastor didn't know what to do. He wanted to see Lucifer for himself but that would make it all too real. This was just a dream, right? A nightmare. He'd fallen asleep at his desk again. 

“You look so worried.” Lucifer's lips grazed his fur in the opposite direction, making Alastor's ear flick involuntarily. His chuckle was deep in his chest and it sent vibrations through Alastor's arms. “I think we need to have a little chat about your hospitality skills, Alastor.” Hearing his name from the devil’s lips sent a shiver down his spine. “Will you be good so I can remove my hand?” 

Again, Alastor’s instincts battled with each other. He didn’t want to dignify the derogatory question with an answer, but for some ungodly reason he nodded. Lucifer’s fingers peeled away from his lips and Alastor slowly turned around in his chair to face him. 

“There he is,” Lucifer purred. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Lucifer was clad in orange pants and a black tank top. His sinfully soft hair was now crowded with dirt and sticks from his escape but, once again, still somehow looked good. He ran his hand through his oily hair to pull it out of his eyes and exposed his toned arms from a few months in prison. 

Lucifer leaned forward and pressed Alastor’s forearms into the armrests of his chair, then promptly saddled himself on Alastor’s lap. A radio frequency crackeld in the back of Alastor’s throat as Lucifer hooked a single finger around his antler like he had very right to. Alastor’s shadows, usually so loud and eager, were now refusing his call. 

“I don’t believe I invited you,” Alastor managed. The way Lucifer was pulling on his antler made it feel like he was involuntarily bowing his head to him.

“You never do.” Lucifer’s voice was light and playful, yet the underlying tone was loud and clear: don’t fight. 

“Now,” Lucifer continued, “I heard the funniest rumor that you’ve been deciding who gets to stay at my daughter’s hotel.”

“I ensure the safety of the hotel from unsavory characters,” Alastor replied without missing a beat. 

“And who made you the judge of that?” His grip on Alastor’s antler tightened a fraction.

“Well, your daughter is a rather trusting person,” Alastor said gently and as lightly as he could muster. “A little too trusting. Someone needs to be concerned on her behalf.”

Lucifer shifted higher on Alastor’s lap. “How noble of you, Alastor,” he mockingly praised. “How selfless. Maybe there’s hope for redemption in you after all.”

“Hardly.” Alastor smiled wider, showing his full set of sharp teeth. The smell of months in a prison cell were filling his nose, and his neck hurt from fighting Lucifer’s hold.

Lucifer leaned in until his chest was flush with Alastor’s. The smell vanished from thought as Alastor went almost crosseyed trying to stay focused on Lucifer’s face. His lips instinctively parted.

“The issue I see here—“ Lucifer abruptly leaned away, pulling on Alastor’s antler and nearly wrenching them from his seat. Anger boiled over and it took every fleeting and buried instinct in him to not do something rash. “—is that you’ve gotten awfully comfortable playing gatekeeper at the hotel. Who comes and goes isn’t your call to make. It’s Charlie’s.”

“Forgive me for asking,” Alastor said tightly, “but how might you know anything about the comings and goings of the hotel?” He gripped Lucifer’s wrist and pulled them back up to the position they were previously in. His eyes chased the lines in Lucifer’s shirt.

Lucifer's hand drifted up one of Alastor’s arms and settled on his shoulder. “You really think I haven’t been in contact with my own daughter?” Alastor wanted to say something but Lucifer spoke before he could. “Now, why don’t we start over and try this again. And this time, leave out the part where you pretend this is about Charlie’s sake.”

Finally, Lucifer let go of Alastor’s antler. His hand trailed down the side of his temple, along his jaw, and settled around the base of his throat. The touch, feather-like at first, tightened on the vulnerable spot, and Alastor wished for meager shield of his shirt collar. Anything to put between his skin and Lucifer’s hand. 

Lucifer’s calloused yet elegant fingers scratched against the tender flesh of Alastor’s throat. Alastor caught the way Lucifer watched the small muscles work as he swallowed around his hand. Lucifer’s grin gleamed in the mixed light of Alastor’s desk lamp and the bright television. 

“Take your time,” Lucifer said kindly, contrasting the grip he had on Alastor’s throat. “I've got all the time in the world to uncover what you’re so afraid of me finding out."

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Based ENTIRELY on this snippet from Instagram:

(Happy Christmas/Sinmas Sinners!🎄❤️‍🔥 It’s been a while, this past week I’ve been unwell (NOT the fun kind!🤒) Thanks so much for the continued fic love🥰 It goes without saying that I do NOT own Hazbin Hotel, the characters or the song “Sin So Sweet” that inspired this fic. I write purely for sh!ts & giggles, Here is some more Dom Lucifer smut. I’m also aware of how long this is soo… sorry not sorry, Enjoy!😘)

⛔️NSFW & MDNI🔞

!HazbinLucifer, !femreader, !subreader, !softdomLucifer

“Luci? Are you just going to stand there and stare, or do you plan on saying something?” you teased, a shy smile tugging at your lips. You watch Lucifer from the edge of the bed trying to guage his reaction to your confession. He slowly made his way over, passing the side table and mirrored wardrobe to kneel in front of you. Oh Fuck. Only he could make such a simple gesture so hot.

“I’m still not quite sure what exactly you just said baby,” He murmured tracing his fingers over your bare legs, the heat of his touch making you acutely aware of how aroused you had become.

“You’re really gonna make me say it again?” You sigh biting your lip, your cheeks becoming hotter as his smirk widened. Your flustered expression seemed to delight him, his satisfaction evident in his playful gaze.

“Please Luci, I want- need you.” your voice barely rose above a whisper. There was a tremor in your tone, one that matched your rapid heartbeat.

You averted your gaze hoping to calm yourself. You couldn’t deny that this made you nervous, even after the months you spent together with Lucifer. The stolen kisses, being caught off guard by fleeting moments of playful flirting and teasing.

No matter how many times you had rehearsed this very conversation in your bathroom mirror, they paled in comparison to now.

You were sheltered, true, some would say “naive” but in this moment, all you could think about was how you needed, wanted him to take you so badly. You wanted him to be your first.

You felt his finger lift your chin so you met his golden eyes “Need me to what? Use your words, sweetheart.” A pleasant shiver ran down your spine at his touch.

You whine as you nuzzle into his hand “I need you, more of you. I want more than just kisses and teasing. I want you to fuck me, please Luci.”

He smiled softly “That’s my good girl. I’m honoured to see this side of you, that you’ve chosen to give yourself to me.” His lips met yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss, pushing you further up onto the bed.

You caught a glimpse of your reflections in the mirrored wardrobe. Your body underneath his, Lucifer’s eyes glow as he notices your reaction in the mirror “No hiding now baby,”

A mixture of whimpers and moans leave your lips “I love those little noises you make for me,” He moaned against your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses and traced his forked tongue across your skin.

He paused, grumbling at the lace lingerie obstructing his path of kisses from devouring your heaving bust. "Use your big boy words, Luci" you tease with a smirk. Pushing your chest towards him, sensually running your hands over his chest and collarbone under his shirt.

Lucifer raised an amused eyebrow, half his mind shocked at the way you teased him so effortlessly. Considering your confession to him that this was your first time, with anyone. Yet you chose him. The other half of his mind was thinking of many other sinful ways to correct your newfound attitude, but that would come with time.

You feel his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging your head back, exposing the column of your throat. He growled “Off, now. Either you take it off or I can tear it off,” he licks a long stripe from between your breasts, all the way up and under your ear “Understand baby?” He breathed, studying your reaction.

“Y-yes, Sir” you stutter, moving your hands to pull the lingerie off over you. He chuckled darkly as he discarded his shirt “Thats better, such a good girl. To think, when we first met, You were so sweet…” he runs his hands down your sides to your thighs “So shy…” he gently parts your legs, spotting your damp panties “So modest…”

You arch your back chasing his touch “I, Luci, please…” you whine. His eyes darken as he peppers your inner thighs with kisses “Poor darling, so needy already? I’ve barely touched you.”

He ran two fingers under the waistband of your panties “Hmm, I think these need to come off too or I can always stop. Just use your safe-” he teased. “Fuck- no, please, don’t stop Luci,” You pleaded as you feel his fingers caress your clit underneath.

“Go on then baby, take them off. Don’t want these getting any wetter do we?” He murmured continuing to stroke your clit, patiently watching as you struggled to reach down to remove them.

You bite down on your lip as you feel a familiar pressure build, Lucifer takes the opportunity to dip a finger into your pussy as your fingers near the panties. Your breath hitches, feeling him add a second finger inside you as you finally manage to slip the panties off.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me,” he gently praised “Just making sure you’re ready for me, you’re so tight on my fingers, just wait until my cock fills you up.”

You whine at his words as your pussy clenches around his fingers. He groans “Oh you like that baby? Just thinking about having my cock inside you instead of my fingers, getting you all worked up.” You feel his tongue gloss over your clit as he pumps his fingers rhythmically into your pussy.

The tension building inside you is intense, more than you’ve managed to experience before when you laid awake after your heated encounters with Lucifer. How you had always touched yourself, moaning his name making yourself cum at the thought of his fingers, his tongue, his cock instead.

“I’m gonna cum Luci, s-so close!” You gasp as you feel your legs quiver.

“Fuck, you taste amazing, so sweet I can’t get enough of you darling. That’s it, let go, cum for me,” he coaxed. It didn’t take you long before you were cumming hard on his fingers and tongue. You felt one of his hands grip your shaking legs until they had settled as you came down from the high.

He crawled up over you, his now red eyes shining in the dark “You ok baby? Do you need a break-” you interrupt him with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “I’m ok Luci, I want to keep going, please I want you.” you murmur nuzzling into his neck, inhaling the mixture of fresh pine and sweet apple, of him.

“Shhh it’s alright darling, just making sure.” He purrs guiding your hand to feel his cock, straining against his pants “You see what you do to me? Just feel how hard I am for you.” You glance down then back up at him. You did that to him? He gives you a knowing smirk, releasing your hand so your fingers tentatively stroke over his cock.

Lucifer snaps his fingers, freeing his cock from confinement. You wrap your fingers around him gently pumping his cock, your mouth waters slightly at the thought of tasting him.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice him leaning over to the bedside table, a silver packet caught your eye. Your other hand reaches for his, stopping him “No Luci, I wanna feel everything. I want to feel you.” You breathe.

You watch his pupils dilate at your request, he strokes your face “You’re sure baby? This is your first time so-” You cut him off with a tender kiss “So I want to feel all of you, please? Please Lucifer.”

He returns the gesture, kissing you hungrily and tangling his fingers in your hair “I can’t deny your desires my love, now let me give you all of me.”

You feel his cock press at your slick entrance, he groans as he’s inching into you slowly, you drag your fingernails down his shoulders and back, whimpering as he buries himself to the hilt before coming to a stop and letting you stretch around his cock.

“There you go baby, fuck you’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes, pausing to take in the sight of you before him. You experimentally roll your hips up towards his, you gasp at the feeling of having him inside you “Luci, please move with me, fuck me.” You whine desperately, feeling his fingers grip your hips as he began to thrust, matching the rhythm you had set.

“Easy, baby. I’m trying be gentle here, but you’re really pushing it.” He murmured moving slowly, deliberately ensuring that you feel every inch of him.

You bite back an exasperated moan “I won’t break Luci, don’t make me beg. I want- need you to fuck me, please don’t hold back,” you hear him chuckle “Alright baby, but only because you’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” Desperate?! Before you can retort you feel his hips grind into yours pinning you to the mattress and his cock somehow reaches deeper than before.

“You’re taking me soo well darling, let me show you,” he cleverly rolled you onto your front while remaining inside, before you had time to react you feel his kisses and teeth graze the nape of your neck. His arms support you as he pulls your body up, the sight that greeted you was damn near pornographic.

You almost don’t recognise yourself, hair disheveled, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, your eyes half lidded. You’re completely bare, your pussy soaking his raw cock as he continued to pump into you, effortlessly claiming you.

Lucifer leans over smirking at your reflections “You see the kind of temptation you are?” His hands trailing down briefly gripping your breasts before one settled on stroking around your overstimulated clit.

You mewl letting your head fall against his shoulder, arching your back as he continues to thrust into you. He wanted you to watch yourself, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. His scarlet eyes burned through the darkness, his horns now present.

“Fuck yes, I belong to you Luci! Only you.” You whimper. Lucifer’s lips find your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Say it again,” he mutters his voice dripping with a mix of desire and affection that makes your heart race.

“I belong to you, your good girl. I’m. All. Yours.” You moaned. You felt heat rising on your skin, seeing the way his eyes roamed all over you, taking in every little detail. The way Lucifer was looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love, adoration and lust, it made you feel so desired.

“Don’t pull out,” You whisper, locking eyes with him in the mirror as your fingers caress his hair, eliciting a blissful moan from his lips “I’m all yours, right?”

“Yes, You’re mine,” He growled possessively, you smirk as you respond breathlessly “Then cum deep inside my pussy, make me yours Luci.”

You watch his eyes flare as his grip on your body tightened, his cock throbed warningly inside you, he thrust deeply one last time, pressing harshly into your cervix where you felt his cum suddenly burst out in thick spurts.

You catch your reflections in the mirror as his wings burst from between his shoulders, brilliant white mixed with deep scarlet.

Your eyes well from the intensity, the feeling of being so full with him and his cum making your eyes roll back into your head. Your body shakes violently from the pleasure of it all, before falling into his embrace as you both return from your highs.

“F-fuck you ok baby? I’ve got you, such a good girl, I’m right here honey. Breathe with me, that’s it” He groaned at the feeling of you relaxing on his chest, he rolled you gently on your side, his wings cradling you as his palms slid up your sides in a soothing manner. 

You blink softly, mimicking the rise and fall of his chest so you both fell into rhythm “I’m ok, are you ok Luci? Was that, was I-”

Lucifer pulled away, smiling “Am I ok?, I know you’re not about to ask me if you were ‘good enough’ for me,” he teases. You felt a blush creep across your face as his hand tucks a loose hair behind your ear “You are amazing, seriously how someone as gorgeous as you has not been intimate with anyone until now is beyond me!” He planted kisses all over your face and neck.

Your blush deepened, you smile back at him “Thank you Luci, for this. No one has ever made me feel the way that you do, you’re pretty amazing too, I’ve never-”

He interrupts you with soft kisses along your neck “Well you demonstrated a lot of technique for someone who’s supposedly ‘innocent’… I look forward to showing you more.” He suggestively murmured.

“Careful there Luci,” you gently giggle, tracing your finger over his chest “Keep tempting me with sins so sweet and you may never get rid of me.”

You feel his lips graze your forehead in a tender kiss “Maybe that’s my plan, to give you everything you crave, whatever you desire,” You tilt your head to meet his golden gaze “Until you realise that maybe I’m on that list too.”

You smile feeling your heart leap at his words “You already are, you always have been. Even if it meant that I’d be locked out of Heaven to be with you. I love you Lucifer.”

“I love you too sweetheart, more than anything. Let’s get some rest, my love.” He breathes as you are both intertwined, his wings surrounding you in peaceful warmth and the morning light.

🎄❤️‍🔥