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-PLOPS THIS HERE AND RUNS AWAY-

THIS IS SO SELF INDULGENT I'M SORRY GOODBYE

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“Sinners Like You…” (1-4/??) 🍎📻

Oh ho…? What have we here…?

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“Sinners Like You…” (5-8/??) 🍎📻

Sometimes we often forget that this duck-obsessed cupcake of a man is the King of Hell…

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“Sinners Like You…” (9-12/??) 🍎📻

Well now… who’s truly the prey and who’s the predator in the end…?

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Hades Al x Persephone Luci (Pt 5)

The messenger 👁️

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Lucifer and Lilith as morticia and gomez again ✨💕

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her knockers must b heavy asf, good thing she has a husband who’s chest-height so he can support her 🥺🥺🥺🙏

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I have the biggest dick in 40 square miles

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Hey, so I am looking for editors/beta readers for the next installment of my series. The true sequel of My Fallen Apple, Lucifer's Ducklings!

So, if anyone wants to help me edit and keep my ducks in a row~~~ message me!

#lucifer morningstar #fallen apple #fallen angel #lucifer magne #lucifer x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #alastor's pet #Alastor's leash

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Can Lucifer stop using my Amazon account without telling me🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Alastor's Leash

Chapter 2

Alastor paced in his room, his ears laid flat, looking at his mother's number on the phone screen. He didn't want to admit it but… He was scared. Yes, he was afraid of hearing her voice again. Worried it wouldn't sound how he remembered. Terrified she would be disappointed in him. But her letter… She specifically asked him to call her. And he could never tell her no, she was his mother! She gave everything to raise him after his father walked out on them when he was small. He owed her this much at least.

He finally pressed the button and felt his whole body run cold and hot at the same time as the dial tone began. He put it on speaker and set it down on his table. His hands were shaking too much to keep hold of it.

Suddenly, the tone stopped… There was a moment of silence before a sweet woman's voice came through, “Hello?”

“H-hello… Mother.” His voice wavered. He couldn't help it. It was her! She sounded just how he remembered.

He heard her gasp, “Is… That my baby? You finally called.” She sounded ready to cry on her end too. “Oh Al, how have you been? Are you eating enough? Did you get my recipe book?”

“Yes, I've been eating quite well, I have a few friends here who are excellent cooks. And I still remember your jambalaya recipe… Thank you for teaching Zariah your gumbo recipe though. I could never get it quite right.” He started to relax into this conversation, it was just like the ones they'd had in the kitchen when he'd come home from work.

“Of course. And I'm sure she'll get plenty of use out of my book! She's just the sort of darling I'd always hoped you'd end up with dear. If you two have a wedding, you better send me pictures!”

“Mother, she's not- it's not like that. She's just a very dear friend of mine…”

“Son, if you're still waiting for ‘miss perfect’, you'll be waiting forever. Zariah treats you well right? She said she wants to be with you forever, and wants to make you happy everyday.”

He sighed, he couldn't argue with her, she was getting into that tone . The one that she used when lecturing him.

“You're right as always, and she really does make me happy, when she's not getting in trouble and driving me crazy having to protect her. I just… I don't think I can feel the kind of love she deserves… I'm not… normal.”

“Did she ask ya for normal? Did she ask for the kind of love others can give? Or did she just ask ya to be by her side and love her the way you can?” Her tone became firm, she was not about to let him sabotage a good thing!

“The… the latter… I guess I'm just scared I'll mess it up.” He admitted.

“You're not your father, Al. You're my baby and I raised you right.” He could picture her in his mind, hands on her hips and a stern pout on her face. “I know you didn't forget what I taught you about how to treat a lady, so I know you ain't gonna mess it up in any way you can't fix! Have more faith in yourself! Otherwise I'll come down there and straighten you out!”

Fear filled him, “No! Mama, you- you can't! I won't allow you to come to hell! You don't belong here! Please, stay up there, where I know you're safe! Please!” Desperation filled his voice, the fake accent and radio filter dropping off completely.

There was a moment of silence before he heard her sigh, “Alright… Only because I don't want to upset you. But I got a special favor to ask of you, my sunshine.”

He felt himself melt at the endearment she used to call him as a child. “Anything. I'd do anything for you Mama, you know that.”

“Zariah said there's a hotel for sinners trying to get to heaven. And that you're working there… I want you to try and get up here too. Okay? Even if you want to keep going to work there, that's fine but… I'd like you to come up and visit once and awhile.”

“Mama, I-” He was shocked and torn. “I don't deserve redemption, I'm a heartless killer who enjoys it! I don't belong up there. As much as I'd love to see you again… just hearing your voice is more of a blessing than I deserve.”

“Baby boy… my sunshine, please try, for me? I need to hold you again.” She sounded so desperate.

“I… okay, I'll try. But I can't promise anything. There's no proof this silly hotel actually works.”

“Yet you're still there helping people. You're a good man deep down, I know it, so don't call yourself heartless again. Now, I have pottery classes soon, so I gotta let you go for now. But absolutely call me again sometime. At least once a week, or else I'm gonna feel like you've stopped caring about me.”

“Mama, I could never stop loving you… I'll try to call every day that I can. I have your voice again, how could I not take advantage of such a blessing?” His smile felt real for once.

“That's my boy… you still got your smile on? I love your smile.” He could picture the smile on her own face.

“Of course, every day I wear it just for you.”

“Good. I look forward to seeing it again. I love you, my sunshine.”

“I love you too, Mama…”

She then hung up and he laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as tears slowly trailed down his smiling face. He had a lot to think about now, but at least his heart felt full.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x oc #ace alastor #alastor x reader #aroace alastor #alastor #platonic alastor x reader #alastor's mom #alastor's leash

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If this place is safe for people with dad issues, might I request a dad themed Lucifer fic too? With reader this time who is like a personal assistant for many many years? Maybe reader is a sinner but only cause they accidentally killed someone in self defense cause the asshole was violently harming an innocent. Lucifer before knowing Reader’s story, was more serious with them, but when he finds out, oh does a switch flip and he becomes more affectionate in a fatherly way.

(of course! this is always a safe place for dad issues and many other things! ^_^)

warnings: mentions of blood and death, not proofread!

lucifer x sinner! reader. (platonic)

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“lucifer, sir?..” you tentatively knocked on the door to his work office, a steaming cup of coffee that he had requested in your other hand.

when there was no response after a few seconds you decided to just nudge the door open slightly, allowing you to see inside through the crack. the last thing you wanted to do was cause a disturbance when he was most likely working.

if you were being honest you were a bit intimidated by lucifer.. not just by the fact he was the ruler of hell, but also because he was really serious and strict around you. it made you nervous and you were always careful not piss him off or disappoint him.

when you looked through the crack you noticed that lucifer was indeed at his desk working, probably too focused to hear the world around him. you carefully approached and cleared your throat.

“lucifer?..” now that you were closer the devil seemed to finally notice your presence, jolting in response. he was obviously startled, and that made you flinch lightly.

“you scared the shit out of me!” lucifer said, pressing a hand to his chest. you waited silently with an apologetic look, and you waited for him to calm himself down. the devil then looked at you with a stern look, and it made you shrink back slightly.

“any reason why you came in here and decided to scare me like that?” lucifer asked in a tone that you couldn’t point out. he didn’t really pay attention to you, quickly looking down and shuffling around the papers on his desk.

“uh.. i brought the coffee that you requested..” you mumbled, quickly setting the cup down on his desk. that seemed to make lucifer perk, his eyes snapping towards the steaming mug. he took the handle in hand and brought it up to his lips, sighing as the warm liquid went down his throat.

you watched in silence, unsure of what to do or say next. should you just let him go back to work and leave? but maybe he still needed something from you. you ended up watching him drink the coffee for a few more seconds before deciding you should make your leave.

but before you could go, lucifer spoke up again. “i need to ask you a question. it’s something i’ve been wanting to know for quite a while now.” you froze and blinked, wondering what he was about to ask.

“..how did you end up in hell?”

that made your blood run cold and your body tense, the memories of that night suddenly flashing through your mind. the accident.. the blood.. all the horrible, nasty thoughts.

lucifer quirked a brow, leaning forward slightly on his desk. “i just figured i had to know at some point, right? i need to know what kind of secret violent psychopath i’ve hired. this talk was long overdue.” he spoke, a bit of bitterness in his tone.

it was obvious that lucifer didn’t think kindly of the many sinners here, and by the way he was looking at you he was assuming you did some horrible crime just like the rest of the people down here. the only reason he probably hadn’t fired you, or any other sinner that worked for him, was because it was such a big hassle to take care of everything himself.

you took in a shaky breath, already feeling the stinging of your eyes. what landed you down here was something you’d rather not remember. but here it was trying to be forced out of you. it was sending a rush of panic through you.

“well.. are you going to tell me or not? i’ve been curious for quite some time now.” lucifer sounded much more impatient now, taking no notice of your panicked expression. you realized you had to answer, there was no other option. you felt kind of cornered now, almost like a scared animal.

you inhaled again to compose yourself, wiping the upcoming tears from your eyes. “i murdered someone..” you finally muttered, not making eye contact. then you flinched at the sound of lucifer scoffing, and it sent a wave of shame and guilt through you.

“all you sinners are the same..” he grunted, taking another sip of his coffee. “humor me. how in the world did you kill somebody? stabbing, strangling? what was it?”

the way he was looking at you with such disappointment and disgust made your stomach flip uncomfortably, and you hesitated to answer for a moment. “it was an accident..” you whispered, your voice cracking. you seemed on the verge of breaking down at this point.

a gunshot, a body dropping to the floor, and the sound of your own horrified scream rang through your ears. there was so much blood…

“i was just trying to clear my mind by going for a walk one night..”

the remembrance of the pitiful cries of help coming from the alleyway made your body shiver with nerves. “and then there was.. screaming. i was scared but my mind acted on its own, and before i knew it i was rushing towards the screams that came from an alleyway.”

lucifer seemed a little interested now, his eyes focused on you as you told the story. but he didn’t speak and let you continue.

“there i saw..” you gulp nervously, trying to steady yourself. “someone was robbing a lady in the alleyway. she was badly beaten up, and it looked as if the attacker was going to finish her off with a gun..—“

you proceeded to tell the rest of your story. how you wrestled the gun out of the attackers hand, how he rushed at you angrily, and how you shot him out of fear and panic. you were starting to tremble slightly, and lucifer noticed this.

his eyes seemed to soften a bit at the realization that you weren’t actually a horrible person, but rather a person who got sent down here from an accident after saving someone’s life. he really just thought that you were playing nice to keep your job, but apparently not!

when he saw your panicked state worsen, lucifer got up from his seat and walked toward you, careful not to startle you. he then pulled you into a soft hug, and that startled you enough to jolt. he was hugging you?.. but why? you didn’t really deserve any sympathy.

the incident that landed you in hell was something that haunted you until you died, and even then you still couldn’t escape the crushing guilt.

“hey.. shh..” lucifer shushed you, gently rubbing your hair to comfort you. “..i see now that you’re just a good person who got punished for something that unfortunately happened. even then i still think you were in the right to shoot that person..” he sighed, and you hiccuped.

you finally hugged him back, your panicked state calming slightly. you heard lucifer mumble about heavens dumb rules before rubbing your back, making you feel.. strangely nice. this was the nicest lucifer has ever been to you, and the fact he actually sympathized with you had to mean something, right?

after a few seconds the devil pulled back slightly to look at your face, and he gently wiped the tears from your eyes. “i can see how much guilt you feel, but the only thing you should be feeling angry for how you were punished unfairly. you did something good, even if it resulted in the death of a person. you’re a good kid.”

you felt a rush of different emotions at lucifer’s words, and you felt like crying all over again. for years you’ve felt the crushing guilt for what you’ve done and now your boss, the most strict and serious person you knew, was being so nice to you.

“and though you’re in hell now i’m going to make sure you’re safe and secure. you have my protection, okay? does that sound good?”

you sniffled and nodded once more, not trusting yourself to talk without crying again. lucifer smiled in return and pat your head. “good. now how about having the rest of the day off? i can take us out to lunch, my treat.”

you were a little stunned by the offer but were in no means against it. “that sounds.. nice.” you gave a wobbly smile and wiped your eyes for the final time. you worked hard today and you were very hungry.

“well then go get dressed kiddo!” lucifer gave another sharp toothed grin before lightly nudging you towards the door. “i’ll meet you at the front door.”

you nodded, feeling a sudden sense of happiness. you turned and left his office, ready to put on a more casual fit instead of your work clothes.

..though your guilt may not ever go away fully it finally eased a little, the intense guilt in your heart finally letting go of you.

(a/n: hggh,, sorry this took so long! it’s not really my best work and i apologize for that but i hope you still like it! i’m going to go crawl into a hole and die now)

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𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣,

who is a virgin and wants him to be their first. it's more detailed than Angel's one, but still not exactly explicit smut. not proof read.

this one is fem!reader lean. I guess at this point I just cannot separate Lucifer and pussy eating in my head, sorry. 🤭

he is delighted.

will praise you for your chastity. old angelic habits die hard after all.

you want him to be your first? well, isn't that a little ironic. don't you worry though, he will joyfully introduce you to this kind of sinful pleasure.

of course, he can't just take you to bed. It has to be a date and definitely a grandiose one. maybe a tad too grandiose.

expensive outfits, delicious food, magnificent show on a glamorous stage, you name it. he'll have all day and evening planned out for you.

alas, he has overestimated his own patience. you are right here with him, so damn stunning and just in arm’s reach, and he can't get out of his head the picture of you lying on his bedsheets, blushing and panting–

nope, the whole rest of his plans can go to Hell’s pit, he is taking you home immediately.

it's so hard to not just jump on you the moment you two are alone. but he is a gentleman, he can wait.

it starts with kisses. lots of it, soft and slow, while he undresses you, somehow also managing to praise every inch of your body between those kisses.

he is sooo talkative. asking how it feels for you, giving you breathless compliments. partly it's to calm your nerves down, partly it's because he himself is kinda nervous at first. he will grow more and more confident though, because you're responding so goddamn well to his touch.

will eat you out. you won't even have a chance to touch him yourself, before he moves down your body and asks if he can have a taste of you.

he is sinfully good at this. and honestly, if you just let him do his magic between your thighs and never let him go any further tonight, he will not have any complains. he will contentedly thank you for a “good meal” once you completely spent, and will thoughtfully clean you up, so you could rest soundly.

but if you want more, he will definitely provide.

he will be happy to do all the work for you. be a pillow princess all you want.

he asks for permission on every step and everything he does is incredibly gentle. it's like he thinks you're made of glass.

he won't let you muffle your moans. he wants to hear exactly how good he makes you feel.

“I wonder if you ever said prayers before with this sweet, sweet voice of yours?”

yeah, expect a tad of blasphemy. he's not a dirty talker in a most common way, but he will make you blush with his words.

will cuddle you happily in an afterglow. no matter that you're sticky and sweaty, he just wants to hold you close and feel your heartbeat next to his own.

oh... he fell asleep. sorry, you're not getting out of his arms anytime soon.