#hazbin lucifer

[inuxi]

#LuciAngstWeek2025

Day 2: Outcast/Failure

Just tell him how he needs to be for you to love him!

[heheartistuwu]

If u know u know

[magicalma2]

🔥King of Hell🔥

[chimiriah]

[mininoiibat]

Listen to the ol’ Adam 🫵

[dreamerlucifer]

[wafflebox-o7]

LuciAngstWeek2025 | Day 6 | Monster/Guilt

I skipped a few days for now as they’re not quite ready, but they’ll go up when I feel they’re properly finished!

[sauce-cat]

oh you go to sleep on your own, and you wake each day with your thoughts,

day 01 ◦ alone ― luci angst week 2025

[heheartistuwu]

Cursed cats but it's actually the fankids

@alloplush

[mariacardenas162002]

Cuando Alastor se enrojece de ver a Lucifer tan guapo y hermoso que se traga hasta sus mismas palabras 💛🤍❤️🖤📻🍎🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Lucifer had to hit that pose

Polish School AU 🇵🇱

[voxslays]

Hazbin Incorrect Quotes 3

Charlie: You're 'the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans', what does that mean? Y/N: It means i was second worst thing to happen to those orphans. Charlie: but what’s the first worst thing? Y/N: Charlie, they...they weren’t always orphans. Charlie: *silence*

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Lucifer: Do you love me?  Y/N: We’re literally married.  Lucifer: Yeah, but as friends or—

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Y/N: Is something burning?  Vox: Just my desire for you.  Y/N: Vox, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Husk: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?  Y/N: It was autocorrect.  Husk: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?  Y/N: Yes. *silence*

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Angel: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute.  Male!Y/N: Angel, that’s gay.  Angel: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

[yuukaze10]

created by

[broken-stars11]

[hellaverse-described]

[ID: A series of screenshots from Hazbin Hotel naturally juxtaposed with Reductress Headlines.

Image 1: Adam executes an exceptionally badass air guitar solo. Lute is more than happy to encourage him. Her headline reads: “Woman Laughs Off Boyfriend’s Lighthearted Misogyny”.

Image 2: Charlie glows seraphically despite the deep disdain of her staff and clientele. Her headline reads: “Serial Optimist Exhausts Entire Group of Friends”.

Image 3: A slightly jarring screenshot from the pilot of Alastor harassing the monochromatic and rather uncomfortably racist version of Vaggie; his headline reads: “Local Hero Rescues Woman From Not Smiling”.

Image 4: Lucifer mugs for the camera. His headline reads: “Single Woman Makes Awesome Pancake-Shaped Pancakes For Herself”. genderfluid lucifer w

Image 5: Angel Dust luxuriates in the toxic attention the loan sharks are supplying him with. His headline reads: “How I Cured My Depression by Walking 5 Miles Every Day, the Exact Distance to My Ketamine Dealer’s House”.

Image 6: Lilith, maybe, lounges on the diamond shores of the blesséd beach. Her headline reads: “Divorce Has Done Wonders For Mom’s Creepy Sex Life”.

Image 7: Alastor gloats in his radio tower, questionably aware of the fact that his performance is edging on drag. His headline reads: “Needlessly Cruel Ways to Friendzone Him”. // End ID.]

reductress headlines you will always be famous

[tayraedoll]

Relax Dear

Had the urge to write how a bath with the Hazbin men would go. Enjoy these little blurbs for Alastor, Lucifer, and Vox!

PS- First ever attempt to write Vox!

MDNI 18+

TW- Suggestive themes, P in V intercourse, swearing, degradation kink, fluff.

Alastor-

You scowled, eyes squinting at the page in front of you as you attempted to read the same paragraph for the third time. A hefty sigh escapes your lips as you place your book on the side table, your hands coming up to rub your temples as you clench your eyes shut. It had been a rough day, you had gotten in between Vaggie and Angel during an argument and your head was pounding from enduring all the yelling that went back and forth. You were hoping that a good book would help you relax but reading only served to make your headache worse.

You feel a hand gently grasp your shoulder, "Are you alright Sha?"

A small smile graces your lips as you turn to your partner, Alastor. He was tucked into his own chair beside you, reading together was a nightly ritual you both enjoyed; you learned to make the most of these peaceful moments together and bask in each other's presence. A contented, close-lipped grin adorned his face, but you could see the concern in his eyes as he looked you over.

"Yea, I'm fine; just have a headache and- unfortunately- trying to read did not help relieve it at all. I actually think I will go take a bath for a bit", you squeeze his hand before getting up to make your way to your shared en suite.

Alastor places his own book down, "Excellent idea My Dear!", before following you into the bathroom. You raise an eyebrow at him; Alastor was not one for baths, he preferred showers claiming that a bath forced you to sit in your own filth.

"Do you plan to join me in the tub?", you ask incredulously, although you would not mind at all if he did.

"Ha! No Dear, absolutely not. But I'd rather not starve myself of your company, so I feel inclined to sit with you outside the tub if you'll allow me to."

You beam at him, delighted that he was willing to sit with you no matter what you did just so he could be near you. You go about gathering everything you need for your bath- lighting the candles, grabbing a towel, and pinning up your hair. You are finally able to add the finishing touch by adding your favorite bath bomb called Feeling Jazzy; you inhale a deep breath as the notes of spice and citrus envelope the water, the stress of the day already slipping away.

As you disrobe and climb into the tub, Alastor's cane begins playing soft jazz music. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall while you concentrate on relaxing every taut muscle in your body.

Your eyes fly open again when you feel warm hands gently grasp your shoulders and begin rubbing. You crane your neck around and peer up at Alastor as he smiles down at you, claws gently raking across your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

"Just relax Dear", his hand moves up to the nape of your neck and you let out a groan as his claws gently dig into your pressure points like makeshift acupuncture needles. Every limb turns to jelly as you relax in Alastor's hold, headache completely forgotten.

Lucifer-

You tilt your head at the sound of the bathroom door opening; even with the cool washcloth obstructing your view you knew exactly who had entered, his Angelic aura would give him away every time. Your skin prickled in goosebumps, your mind subconsciously reacting to the cosmically powerful being closing in on you.

Soft lips gently press to your forehead, "How's the bath Love?"

You remove the cloth from your eyes to find The King of Hell sweetly smiling down at you. Your eyes rake over his appearance, his blonde hair sticking out at odd angles like he kept running his hands through it, his eyes-though shining brightly- bore deep purple bags underneath, and his clothing was full of wrinkles. He looked absolutely exhausted, his duties keeping him holed up in his office all day.

You smile back at him before sighing, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, "It would be better if you joined me." Lucifer was not good at self-care, but you were hoping you could entice him into relaxing in the bath with you for just a little while.

A low chuckle echoes through the room; Lucifer knows exactly what you are doing, finding it endearing that you worry about his well-being. Though it was ridiculous for you to fret over a being as powerful as he, it was nice to know you cared so much about him. Why not indulge you every now and then?

You watched as the king stripped, eyes greedily roaming over every contour and dip of lean muscle exposed. When he got into the tub, he moved to the side opposite you so you were facing each other, legs tangled together.

A low groan of relief escaped his lips as the hot water enveloped his frame causing you to bite your lip as your thighs clenched at the sound. Perhaps there were other ways you could get your king to relax. You pointed your toes on one foot and began to slowly push them up the inside of one of his legs, watching with glee as the action caused him to shiver.

Just before your toes could reach their goal he swiftly grabbed your wandering limb. "Was there something else you wanted to do Love?", Lucifer smiled at you devilishly as he pressed his thumbs into the ball of your foot, one claw raking down into the arch. A strangled noise halfway between a gasp and a moan hissed between your teeth, your thighs clenching together again. Damn this man and his talented hands.

You bat your eyes at him, leaning forward just enough that your breasts break above the water and you do not miss the way his eyes dart down to your chest immediately. "Do you like the smell of the bath bomb Luci?", you ask as your hands grip his legs at the knees, using them to pull yourself closer to him.

Lucifer's face is flushed, he is trying hard and utterly failing at not staring at your bare chest, "Uh-what? Smell? Oh yes! It smells lovely!" his voice is higher than usual and he tries to cough to cover his embarrassment.

You slowly crawl up his body, your hand trailing up his torso and causing his abs and pecs to twitch. Leaning down, you softly whisper in his ear, "The scent is called 'All Hail the Queen'", and nip his earlobe. A whimper escapes the man below you as his hands wrap around your hips, his erection pressing against your core.

You lean back, taking his face in your hands as you smile at his wide eyes and golden cheeks. "Relax Dear", you purr as you sink down on him.

Vox-

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!", you cry out, your thighs burning from impaling yourself on Vox's cock over and over again. The water sloshed around in the tub, some of it escaping onto the bathroom floor. You knew what was in store for you as soon as Vox whispered "Bath time" into your ear; bathes with the TV host often left you dirtier than you were before you got in the bath.

The Overlord's large hands pushed you forward slightly so your hands were braced on the tub floor, the angle letting him hit deeper inside of you as he gripped your hips and took control of the speed.

"Fuck Baby just like that; such a flithy little slut!", Vox growled behind you.

His ruthless pace had you seeing stars, momentarily you mused over how fitting that was. Vox often called you his Star, the one possession he was completely unwilling to share- not even with the other Vees. Even the bath bomb he always used before fucking you in the tub was called Hollywood Star. The man encompassed everything that was Hollywood glamour, and he would always be the star of your own heart.

One hand fisted into your hair as the other slid around the front of you to swirl tight circles around your clit. Your thighs quaked as your body went taut, your orgasm crashing over you with a scream of his name.

"I love it when you scream my name! FUUUUCK!", Vox spilled into you, your releases mixing together in the water. He pulled you back into his chest, a hand combing through the mess your hair turned into. You let his warmth seep into you, your head lolled over to his shoulder.

Before long, you felt his member beginning to harden again within you. Vox was rarely finished after just one round, but it always surprised you how fast he was ready to go again. A small whimper escaped your lips, hips squirming uncomfortably as he filled you again.

"Relax Dear, we are only getting started."