#jealous lucifer

[shapard]

A Love tail that started with Jealousy ⛓️

Lucifer x GN!reader

A/n: Chapter 9 of "Feather of Fate" takes longer than I expected. So, I got a one shot/Scenario for my pookies who are waiting❤️

You fell in love with your dear friend Lucifer. Distancing yourself from him is hard but you had to do what you have to do.

Spoiler: It didn't work out the way you planned.

You sat at the reception in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. 

You are the receptionist of this lovely place; well, you were forced by Alastor. The one who owns your very own Soul. 

The time you spent in the Hotel was way better than you had expected. 

The sinners were nice, beside Alastor, and Charlie is a cutie pie. And you don’t even want to start with Lucifer.

He was so pure and didn’t judge you in any way. He supported you more than anyone else did. Here in hell and on earth.

He was always there.

A real friend. 

But Nothing good ever lasts long. 

After weeks in this friendship, you found yourself stuck in this messed up feeling called love. 

And it scared you. 

He is the Royalty of Royalty. 

He is the king of Hell.

It didn’t change the fact that you loved him with every part of your being.

You have to admit yourself that this feeling brings danger, danger to you but also to Lucifer. 

Alastor could use you against him.

So, you distanced yourself from him. 

It was bitter, a taste that never left your tongue. But you must protect yourself. 

He only sees you as a friend. Nothing more. 

As much as it hurts, at least you know before trying too hard. It was a fight between mind and heart. 

You ached for him. 

You wanted him to feel the same. But that’ll never happen. 

You distracted yourself by going out to the club with Angel. Getting drunk to numb the growing ache and pain that swelled in your chest.

But even that didn’t last long, you longed for him. Just seeing him reminds you of your misery.

Love really is the greatest curse of them all. 

Despite the fact that you two will never be and never will date around. Your heart still bloomed for Lucifer. 

You are surprised as you see Lucifer in front of you.

you gulped hard and anxiety and love pumped up in your heart, down to your stomach. You felt sick. 

“I Apologize that I have to disturb you from your work. But I couldn’t contact you for couple weeks. I’m worried.” He fiddled with his hat that rested in his hands, his pure golden hair was flowing with grace in the air. 

Fuck You internally cursed.

“I-“ You stopped talking, your words caught up in your throat. It felt like a knot that gets larger with every breath you took. 

To your savior the front door was slammed open, and a sinner entered the lobby. 

His eyes searched through the room till they landed on you. 

It is Mark, one of your recent dates. 

Not him.

You broke contact with him. Mark was way too obsessed and wouldn’t stop touching you at places that are a no no. 

He called out your name and tried jumping on you but Lucifer stepped between. Shielding whatever that guy wanted to do with you.

Mark fell with full force on the ground.

“Woahh. Let’s calm down, yeah?” Lucifer butted in and pushed Mark gently with his cane. 

Lucifer was disgusted but also angry.

Mark jumped up pushing Lucifers cane off him in the process. 

“I’m here to talk with them, not with you.” He growled at Lucifer and walked towards you in extreme speed.

Mark called out your name in a sang tone. 

You stood up and wanted to flee from his embrace, but it was too late. 

He cuddled you with much force on to him, his hand locked tightly on your ass.

You attempted to push him away from you, but his hold was way to strong. 

Lucifer grabbed Mark on his collar throwing him off of you. 

His horns were full on display and a bounce light was highlighting them in a beautiful way. His tail flicked from side to side, and he used his demonic voice to show off his dominance. 

“Get the fuck off of them!” Lucifer was not playing. 

The fact that a mere peasant jumped on you and touched you without consent was already a reason to kill him. 

Mark disobeyed his own king and touched his Love was his death sentence. 

Scared Mark ran away like a lost puppy but called you a Slut in the meantime. 

So, Lucifer killed him. 

Throwing Mark body in a dumpster near the Hotel.

With two seconds he was standing in front of you bowing in 90° and held your hand softly in his. 

The blood from the sinner was still fresh on his Hands but you two didn’t care. 

He kissed your hand softly and looked you deeply in your eyes with his snake like red Iris.

He knew that you were avoiding him the couple of weeks.

But now he was blinded with jealousy to even care about it.

“You’re mine. got it?”

💫

@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger

[twosoulss77]

Gotta love the trope where a character finds their partner's alternative form attractive 🍎👿📻

And I am back with another comic of my fav husbands, enjoy my lovies💕💕

[lilacwriter07]

Omega!Lucifer would steal Adam's clothes, and make a nest out of it . Hissing at others if they try to get Adam's clothes back, no matter how many clothes Adam buys . Lucifer always find a way to get them .

He even cried to Charlie when he catch Lucifer taking his underwear, sniffing them on his way to his nest . Purring how lovestruck he looks .

"Well I guess I have to walk naked then and seduce others with my perfect body ." Making Vaggie gag and Lucifer's tail wag, as his eyes becomes dark .

Later

"Has anyone seen Adam ?" Charlie asked ."Yeah ." Angel showed a picture of Adam getting carried to Lucifer's nest ."I really tried to save him .. But your father is the devil, like I want to live you know ."

[mousy-nona]

Two's Company (Three's a Crowd)

Vox cuts into Alastor's radio broadcast, and quickly figures out why that was a Very Bad Idea.

//

Or, Vox finds out about Alastor and Lucifer. Jealousy ensues.

(Set between chapters 4 and 5 of All of God's Angels)

Lucifer had a radio. He dusted it off and turned it on some nights, when they were playing the oldies, or when he wanted to catch up on current events, or…

Or when a certain strawberry pimp was on air. 

(If he was being honest, he hadn’t missed a single episode since the day they’d met.) 

The demon’s voice was like liquid honey, dripping with dark things and speckled with odd ‘20s slang. It quickly became a habit: turn on the radio, pull up a few of his latest blueprints, and get to work. Some of Alastor’s more… creative suggestions even gave him a few ideas for new horror-themed rides for Lu Lu World. 

My muse, he thought, snorting to himself when no one was around.. 

That particular night, he was humming away, listening to Alastor prattle on about why the Pride ring was categorically better than Gluttony ( more interesting victims, for one! ) when there was an audible screech. The signal wavered, replaced by the obnoxious blaring intro of a news show.

He recognized that sound at once. Everyone in Pentagram City did. It was the breaking news soundtrack for 666 News.

But what was it doing here, on Alastor’s radio? 

He leaned in, new rubber duck design completely forgotten, as he and the rest of Hell waited with baited breath. 

“Gooood evening Pentagram City!” A voice – a man’s, with a chipper American accent by the sound of it – filtered through the speaker. Lucifer cursed to himself. He really needed to pay attention to the politics of Hell. He had no idea who this was. B something? The demon continued, sounding immensely pleased with himself. “We interrupt this not-so-important broadcast with breaking news: why are you listening to this washed up has-been when you could be watching 666 News on the V Network? Get with the times, you—”

The radio whined, letting out an audible protest as the signal was hijacked again – and by the sound of it, far more violently this time. 

The momentary crackle of static, then – “Apologies about the momentary interruption, folks!” Alastor’s cheery voice cut in. But underneath that ‘20s charm, Lucifer could hear a hardness that hadn’t been there before. “A mere technical error, nothing to worry about. I promise you, those responsible will be appropriately punished.” 

The last word practically crawled of the penumbra, of shadows, of Bad Things. Lucifer shivered, finding himself half-wishing he was the one Alastor was talking about. He caught himself with a frown. What the Hell was he thinking?

“Now back to our regularly scheduled programming!” 

The next morning, Lucifer came downstairs to find the entire hotel gathered around a shiny red box. 

“What do you think it could be?” Angel Dust asked. 

Husk shrugged, looking, as always, utterly unimpressed by the whole situation. 

Niffty was flitting around it so fast she was nothing but a blur, panting excitedly the entire time. “Don’t smell bugs,” she muttered, almost as if she was disappointed by the fact. 

“Only one way to find out. Let’s open it!” Charlie bounded forward, one hand outstretched. Both he and Vaggie leapt to stop her at the same time, but Vaggie got there first. She grabbed his daughter’s hand and twirled her away from the mysterious-box-potential-bomb-thing, popping a little kiss onto her nose to distract her when she tried to lunge for it again.

Yeeuch . Good for Charlie, but he was never going to get used to that. 

“What’s up, b–” He almost said bitches , but managed to catch himself at the last minute. “ Boys ?”

Better. Much better.

The “boys” glanced at each other, clearly confused. Vaggie let go of Charlie so fast she almost spun her around like a top. 

Charlie recovered quickly and pointed at the thing they were staring at. “Dad! This got delivered to the hotel this morning. Vaggie thinks someone wants to blow us up!” She said, as if she was announcing someone had sent them a birthday cake. 

Vaggie sighed. “Might, Charlie. I said someone might want to blow us up.” 

“Right! That!” 

“No worries!” Lucifer puffed up his chest, feeling a rush of pride. He was helping his daughter! He could feel their bond growing stronger already! “ I’ll open it!”

“Careful, Dad!” Charlie gasped. Vaggie pulled her backwards, shielding her with her own body. Husk surreptitiously stepped in front of Angel Dust. Niffty stayed exactly where she was – right next to the box – but Angel Dust swooped in and lifted her out of harm’s way. Lucifer waited a beat, wondering if Alastor was going to show up and swoop him out of the way. 

No such luck. He sighed, wondering if he’d gone temporarily insane to even hope for such a thing. Alastor would probably push him into the box if he was here. 

Holding his breath, he quickly clawed at the cardboard seams. The box fell open, revealing…

Angel Dust wrinkled his nose. “Is that…an old TV?” 

“It is,” Husk grumbled, recognition flaring in his yellow eyes.

The hazy gray screen was surrounded on all sides by wood paneling. There were two dials on it, one labeled UHF and the other labeled VHF. Attached to the front was a single note, written in huge, spiky letters: Remember the good times? 

He felt Alastor before he saw him. A mass of shadows bubbled in the corner and burst, revealing the tall, graceful demon in his erstwhile pinstripe suit.

Lucifer puffed up. “Convenient of you to come when the danger’s over, huh? Looks like I saved the day this time –” 

Alastor swept past him as if he was air. All his attention was focused on that damned TV. Lucifer’s voice faltered, sputtering like a flame before it finally went out. 

“Alastor, your buddy sent you a gift,” Husk muttered. 

“So it seems,” Alastor said, cold and cruel. He grabbed the note from the screen, his nose wrinkling as he read it. Then his grin turned sharp. 

Faster than anyone could blink, Alastor skewered the TV in half with his staff. The wood protested, groaning as it fell apart, revealing the black glistening gears inside. Acrid smoke started flowing, and Alastor was soon submerged in an eye-watering cloud, his wicked chuckles reverbrating through the entire hotel. 

“Looks like someone is desparate for my personal attention.” 

Lucifer bristled. Someone? Who? Someone other than him? He opened his mouth, but when the smoke cleared, Alastor was gone. 

Husk tutted and walked back to the bar, mumbling about show offs and annoying dandy-ass motherfuckers. Lucifer followed close behind, practically shoving Angel Dust out of the way. 

“Do you know who sent that TV?”

Husk turned around, so slowly it was like he was moving through molasses. “Yeah, of course. Who doesn’t?” 

I don’t, you smug little house cat. Through a great effort of will, Lucifer managed to stop himself from showing Husk exactly what his new line of rubber ducks could do. “Mind enlightening me?” 

“It came from Big Daddy V,” Angel Dust slid into the seat next to him, fluttering his lashes. Lucifer stared at him. “You know, the head honcho?” Still no reaction. “Vox?”

“Is he the guy with the television for a head?” Lucifer asked. 

“Duh,” Angel Dust said at the same time Husk said, “Who else?” 

“I think he was the one who interrupted Alastor’s radio show last night too. What’s his deal with Alastor anyway?” Lucifer was not annoyed. He was not irritated at how easily he’d been cast aside. He was definitely not upset about how Alastor had disappeared after promising to give Vox his personal attention . 

“He’s obsessed with him.” 

And Lucifer was not tempted at all to rip this Vox’s throat out and leave him to die a very slow, very painful death. “Alastor is?” He hissed.

His chest twisted, throbbing with a pain he couldn’t quite put a finger on. He held his hand over his heart, marveling at the way it pounded as hard as if he’d just fought a grueling battle with the angels. 

“No, Vox is. They’ve had a rivalry going for decades now.” Husk looked at him strangely. “You really don’t know about any of this? Aren’t you the king of Hell or something?” 

Decades. They had decades of history together. Vox would always own a piece of Alastor that Lucifer would never get to know. An irrational anger rose deep from his gut. He knew it made no sense, but it was almost unbearable to think that there was someone out there who may have a claim over Alastor that he didn’t.

And maybe he was a demon just like the rest of them, because a selfish rage rattled in his chest: Alastor was his.

Too late, he realized the silence had stretched on a touch too long. Now both Angel Dust and Husk were staring at him. Angel Dust’s knowing smile in particular was quite unsettling. Quickly, he excused himself and ran back up to this room, where he could not think about Alastor in peace and quiet, thank you very much. But as soon as he opened the door, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. 

Meet me at Rosie’s. 

The note was written in Alastor’s beautiful, old-school cursive.

“That tacky little good-for-nothing,” Lucifer grumbled. “He thinks he can order me around?” 

He crumpled up the note in his fist. He would go meet him – but only to teach the cocky asshole a lesson. 

Right. That was the only reason why. 

(He’d always been a bad liar.) 

“There you are! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost on the way.” 

Alastor’s wide grin was the first thing that greeted him when he stepped out of the portal. He resisted the urge to smack him in the nose, because he knew how to be the bigger man. Figuratively, of course. 

“Why did you want me to meet you here?” 

“Why do I ever want to meet you anywhere?” 

Lucifer paused, running through some numbers in his head. “But it’s not the first of the month yet.”

Alastor grinned and pressed in close. His bowtie, usually so neat and buttoned up, was askew. His shirt gaped open the tiniest bit, revealing a hint of mouthwatering collarbone and the barest glimpse at the strong chest underneath. Lucifer felt his cheeks heat. “What’s a little extra healing between friends?” Alastor murmured into his ear.

“We aren’t…we aren’t friends,” Lucifer protested, stumbling only once. “Besides, we’re outside. Anyone can see us.”

“Rosie won’t mind,” Alastor smiled. “What’s hers is mine, and so on and so forth.” He crooked one finger into his tie and pulled, loosening it further. “And the Cannibals know to mind their own business.”

The rough brick of Rosie’s storefront was digging into Lucifer’s back. He winced, a surge of annoyance running through him when he realized that Alastor was pushing him around again . Alastor always did whatever he wanted. He would play with him at home, teasing him relentlessly, making his life Hell, but then he’d run off and play rivals with some other bastard the moment Lucifer took his eyes off of him. 

What kind of heartless, two-timing devil would do that?

Suddenly filled with a burning rage he still didn’t quite understand, Lucifer flipped around so he  was the one pressing Alastor against the wall. Strangely, the demon didn’t fight him. He watched through heavy lids as Lucifer pushed forward until their bodies were flush against each other. Lucifer could feel every one of Alastor’s hard muscles through the layers of clothing between them. The air crackled with anticipation as they stared at each other, the seconds dragging on as time slowed. 

Lucifer licked his lips. Alastor’s gaze dipped down to follow the movement of his tongue. His smile turned lazy, slow – honey dripping on a hot day. He reached up, undid the first button of his shirt, and pulled the collar away from his neck so Lucifer had a better view of the graceful curve of his shoulder and the firm sculpture of his chest. He swallowed, hard. 

“You won’t keep a loyal subject waiting, will you, your Highness?” Alastor asked, his radio static like a live wire against Lucifer’s skin.

Lucifer grabbed his lapels and leaned in close, not sure if he was going in for a kiss or to tear Alastor’s head off. 

“What the hell are you two doing?” 

The first thing Lucifer noticed was a man with a TV screen for a head glitching out in the street behind them. The second thing he noticed was Alastor’s smile – huge, toothy, and so very pleased that Lucifer realized, a second too late, that he’d walked into one of Alastor’s traps again . 

Alastor straightened up and re-tied his bow to cover up all his delicious, bare skin. Even though Lucifer knew he’d been played for a fool, he still felt a pang when he saw it disappear. 

“Are you two–” Vox couldn’t finish the sentence. His screen stuttered, turning rainbow, then flipping to a test screen, before finally settling on the Blue Screen of Death. FUCK YOU ALASTOR.EXE was scrawled all over it. 

“Actually –” Lucifer started, but Alastor cut in, slinging his arm casually over his shoulder as if they did that kind of thing every day. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Alastor grinned, his red eyes gleaming bright with glee. “Maybe we are. Maybe we’re just very good friends .” 

Vox’s face flashed back on screen, his mouth open so wide it looked almost like a glitch in the matrix. “You – I thought you didn’t…?” 

“Didn’t what, my good man? You must start finishing your sentences. How is anyone supposed to have a decent conversation with you if you don’t? But I suppose that silly moth man you keep around might not mind. He doesn’t seem very bright, does he?” 

“Leave Valentino out of this!” Vox roared. 

“Or what?” Alastor sneered over Lucifer’s shoulder. He was still hanging off of him like he owned him. As much as Lucifer hated it…it wasn’t a terrible feeling. “Or you’ll sing a silly little song about me again? Hack into my radio signal? Is that really all you can do – cause me a few technical problems?” 

Vox wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. His eyes were glued to the two of them, taking in the casual way Alastor was touching Lucifer, at the button Alastor had accidentally-on-purpose forgotten to re-button, and the hand Lucifer still had curled around Alastor’s lapel. 

“But you don’t –” he tried again. “I asked you! You said no!” 

“It looks like I found a better offer,” Alastor said. He looked positively demonic as he delivered the blow, his eyes glittering with euphoric glee as he watched Vox sink down from disbelief into a black cloud of depression. As much as Vox annoyed him, Lucifer couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the man.

But that didn’t stop him from doing what he did next. 

Lucifer looped his hand around Alastor’s neck and pulled him down so they were face to face. Before Alastor could react, he pressed his mouth to his. 

Alastor’s lips were cold. They were as icy and hard as the man himself, but his taste…he was like spice and smoke, like cinnamon and poison and the woods in the summer. He tasted better than all of Heaven and the Earth, and for the first time Lucifer understood why humans got addicted to their silly little drugs. If it felt anything close to this…

Alastor broke the kiss first, his eyes hooded and unreadable as he pulled back. He licked gold from his teeth, and Lucifer realized with a start that he was bleeding. Alastor brought his fingers to his lips and licked the dripping gold off of them slowly, his eyes never once leaving Lucifer’s. 

It was the single most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He felt dizzy, drunk with desire in a way he’d never once felt with Lilith.

“Assholes!” Vox’s sudden exclamation brought them both back to reality. “Don’t eye-fuck each other while I’m still here!”

Snarling, Lucifer whirled around. “Do you mind? We were in the middle of something here.” 

Vox cringed backwards, his hands flying protectively over his face. For a brief second, he looked terrified . Lucifer looked at him strangely, wondering what his reaction was all about, when he saw red horns out of the corner of his eye. 

He’d transformed? 

He glanced at Alastor, who was staring at him with an expression he’d never seen before. If he had to describe it, he would say Alastor looked…proud. 

Alastor pulled Lucifer to his side, so smug it practically rolled off of him in noxious waves. “You heard the man. Or rather, shall I say the king?” Canned laughter roared through the street. Vox flinched at the not-so-subtle reminder of exactly who he was dealing with. “It’s been fun catching up, but we must be off. Lots to do, lots to see!”

Waving merrily at the glitched-out TV, Alastor pushed open the door to Rosie’s shop and ushered Lucifer inside. The second the door closed, Lucifer whirled around, glaring at a wholly unrepentant Alastor.

“You planned that.”

Alastor grinned. “Of course I did.”

“You used me.”

He raised his brow. “My dear, I am a demon . Surely you can’t be too surprised I dabble in deception?” His expression darkened. “That fool interrupted my show. That kind of behavior must be punished. Besides, I daresay you used me a little bit yourself.” 

Lucifer’s cheeks reddened and his mouth watered at the thought of that kiss. That magical, wonderful, positively wicked kiss. 

“Ah, ah!” Alastor wagged his finger at him, as if he was a naughty child and not a fallen angel powerful enough to blast him halfway back to Earth. “There will be no more of that today. You’ve got your payment.”

Lucifer sighed. For a man who hated physical contact, he sure could be a massive tease. He was even worse than Angel Dust. “What was Vox talking about? What did he ask you?” What did you say no to?

“He asked me to join his team. A waste of breath, if you ask me. As if I’d ever stoop so low.”

“Just his team? As in, business partners?”

“Why? Does it bother you, your Majesty?” Alastor teased.

Lucifer thought about the despair on Vox’s face as he took in the possessive way Alastor had grabbed his shoulders. The betrayal in his voice as he’d stuttered but you don’t–! The hurt as he slumped to the ground, the electronic nodes of his brain scrambling to understand that Alastor might be capable of wanting more – and that he just hadn’t wanted Vox . 

Would Alastor do that to him one day? Would he leave him half-broken on the ground as he pranced off with his new rival of the month? 

Lucifer turned away, unable to keep looking at him. “No. It doesn’t bother me at all.” 

Alastor hummed, sing-song. “I appreciate your help in this rather annoying matter. I must say, it’s not so bad having a partner after all.” 

Lucifer stiffened, hardly daring to breathe. “We’re partners?”

"Who knows?" Alastor shrugged. "I do so dislike labels. But this is the first time the idea hasn't made me want to vomit. And the look on Vox's face when he saw you..." His laugh was dark and more than a little insane. He wiped a few gleeful tears from his eyes. "I could get used to that."

Lucifer chuckled along, the possessive beast within him satisfied. For now. "I'm a better offer, huh?"

When Alastor looked at him, the odd expression on his face took his breath away. He took Lucifer's hand and kissed it, his sharp teeth grazing the thin skin there. "Certainly the tastiest I've had in quite some time."

Lucifer's heart thudded so loud in his ears it was all he could hear.

"You have any other rivals you want to piss off?"

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

*Hell nanny*

Adam:*sleeps on the bed with Steve*

Charlie(5):Daddy! Look! Isn’t it romantic?

Lucifer:*seething in jealousy* yeah…totally

The rule that servants have to sleep in their own bed was enforced after this lol

[ask-adamsapple66]

Adam on a scale of one to ten, how jealous can Lucifer be?

Adam: He ripped some poor stupid assholes eyes out of their head when they stared at me too long.

Lucifer: Hey! They were staring at your ass!

[disneyanddisneyships]

*dreamy sigh*

@gyubby99

[jamoche]

@goodomensafterdark Tumblr is doing that annoying thing where it's not showing images, so I don't remember who drew the hot, jealous pre-Fall Lucifer that inspired this: Found it. @gleafer, of course :)

Lucifer had always been the most beautiful and charismatic of the angels, and hadn’t lost any of that in his Fall.

What Crowley-who-was had given, joyously, was now being taken, the question a mere formality, because Lucifer knew that Crowley would always, always, say yes to that glorious presence. 

And the part that Crowley hated the most was that he meant it. Wanted it with every aspect of his being. Everything else (Aziraphale, my angel) was lost, forgotten, while he was here.

“Crowley, darling, you’ve been spending so much time with that angel,” he said, idly twirling one of Crowley’s curls around a finger. (It was always long here. It would be short when he saw his angel again.) “Should I be jealous?”

Oh, he said it so lightly, but Crowley knew very well it was a threat.

“Jealous? It’s a temptation job, nothing more. You know I’m yours.”

“Yes, and make sure you don’t forget it, my pet.” Just as Crowley thought that would be the end of it, Lucifer murmured softly, “When you break him, bring him to me. Such a delightful little toy he’d make, don’t you think?”

[themoonisreal]

Aaaaah nothing like finally writing 1,500 words of a fic you’ve been wanting to finish writing for over a week but haven’t been able to touch because of writers block and imposter syndrome.

Do you ever read your own writing and hate it and think you’re awful?

Well that happened to me with Chapter 3 of “Panic”. Hopefully that’s the last of that feeling for a while. 😅 It felt good to write today. So here’s an unedited snippet to hold you over until I finish the rest:

Rosie had been that overlord from Cannibal Town that supplied Charlie and Alastor with the army to fight Heaven. Why would Alastor be with her?

“Rosie...that’s the overlord you met in Cannibal Town, right? The one whose followers came to fight with us? I didn’t know her and Alastor knew each other so well…” Lucifer smiles at himself, proud of his casual method of prying for more information. Charlie finishes stretching and turns to him excitedly.

“Oh, yeah! She and Alastor are really good friends! He usually goes to see her every other week or so,” Charlie smiles brightly, “She’s so kind and funny. They get along great! I’ve never seen Alastor so happy to see someone before.” Charlie sits back down on the couch and grabs the top sheet from the stack on the coffee table. Picking up a pen, she crosses something out and scrawls something in its place, tapping the pen against the paper, deep in thought. Lucifer’s stomach churns. Alastor is with another sinner—a woman…a woman whom he is happy to be around—and the thought sends bile to the back of Lucifer’s throat.

“Is that, uh…is that right?” Lucifer crosses one arm across his chest, bringing the other up to cover his mouth, hiding his frown. After a few minutes of sitting in anxious silence, Lucifer stands.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your work, sweetie.” Lucifer turns and leaves, heading for the lobby. He needs a drink and to mull over what to do next.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

I love it when Lucifer gets jealous

Ada, combing out Muriel's wool, finding it very relaxing to work her fingers through the wool and detangle fibers, humming as she works, just as she had with the sheep on Earth when she was mortal.

Lucifer wants attention, so when Ada finished combing out Muriel's wool, Lucifer turns into a sheep and plops down on Ada's lap and is like "my turn".

[lilacwriter07]

Beta Adam x Omega Lucifer part 2

Lucifer is a very jealous Omega, just the thought of Adam's attention on someone else makes him wanna scream .

He looks with a bitter face as some other Omega, flirted with his Adam who just seems to flirt back . He felt his sharp teeth cutting the inside of his cheeks, as his scent just reeks bitter and sour . Some Alpha's who wanted to flirt, had to walk past him to get away from the smell .

Suddenly the female Omega's hand touched Adam's shoulder, and that's when Lucifer had enough . As his glass broke but so did the bitch's head . Adam looked shocked for a second, before he gave Lucifer a face .

Lucifer stalks over him growling as he holds the Beta close ."Her fucking scent is all over you ."

"Yeah because you fucking exploded her on me ."

"Or the fact you let her fucking hump you !" The devil snarls making Adam smirk as his hands, went to Lucifer's ass pulling him closer ."I was just trying to get us free drinks, you always do those things for me . Just wanna do the same back ."

Lucifer pouted ."You can rail me into next week to be nice you know ." Making Adam blush so wonderful, as both left the club not even feeling guilty for the mess .

[mousy-nona]

Chronicles of Cursed Cat Alastor p. 2

“Let’s think.” Lucifer cast a nervous glance over at the bundle of fur and evil sitting on the floor, blinking weirdly at him. Now that he knew the cat was Alastor, the creature was almost cute, in its own way. “How do we turn him back? What have we tried so far?” 

“I brush his coat a hundred times every day! That way he stays all sleek and shiny!” Charlie offered.

“I’ve yelled at him for scratching up my BDSM gear,” Angel Dust said matter-of-factly. As if everyone had an elaborate set of BDSM equipment lying around. 

“I caught him trying to eat one of the guests while they were sleeping, so I put him in the time out box.” That was what they called the triple locked, double-walled steel safe that they started throwing Alastor in whenever he did something truly horrendous – which was about five to six times a day. And that was only counting the times he got caught. 

They’d already had to replace it four times. He kept chewing his way through it.

“I’ve thrown him off the roof!” Niffty exclaimed, thrilled she could participate in this game. Everyone turned to stare at her, then at Alastor Cat, who was calmly licking his paw. She giggled. “Don’t worry. He bounced!” 

Lucifer massaged his suddenly pounding temples. “Okay, so we haven’t tried anything.” 

There was a loud, deep meow. Alastor waited until everyone was looking at him, then he pointed to his teeth.

“A clue!” Lucifer crowed. “Something to do with his teeth?”

“I have an idea,” Husk sighed. “You’re not going to like it though.”

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“You’re right. I don’t like it,” Charlie shuddered. 

Lucifer covered his nose with his sleeve. “Where did you even find this one? Yesterday’s trash heap?” 

“A little appreciation would be nice,” Husk grumbled. “D’you know how hard it is to find an intact body around Cannibal Colony? Those bastards will eat anything you put in front of ‘em.” He pulled the corpse onto the front mat and stood, groaning audibly as his back popped. “Okay, the bait is in place. Release the demon.”

“Releasing demon!” Niffty chirped as she swung open the door of the safe. Alastor the Cat whirled around, his mouth full of half-chewed steel. His eyes widened, his little nose sniffing the air. Drool immediately started pouring down his chin. Before anyone could stop him, he launched himself off the stairway and landed – splat – on the dead man’s face. 

“See?” Niffty giggled. “He bounces!” 

Lucifer groaned, covering his eyes with his hands as Alastor went to work. It was difficult – but not impossible – to block out the suspicious schlorp schlap schlump sounds. Vaggie turned green and slapped her hand over her mouth. Charlie squeezed her eyes shut, plugged her ears, and started singing nonsense words about raindrops on roses and warm woolen mittens. “So we fed him. What next?”

“What do you mean, what’s next?” Husk asked. “This is it.” 

Lucifer whirled around and stared at Alastor, who had already finished off most of the man and was now lying on his back, rubbing his absurdly rounded stomach with his paw. He grinned at Lucifer, his little tail wagging away. 

He is not cute, Lucifer chanted to himself. He is very uncute. Do not fall for his tricks.

“I don’t understand. He’s not transforming back.” 

Husk shrugged. “Well, that’s all I’ve got. The last time he got like this, he turned himself back after he got what he wanted. And after he got bored terrorizing us.” 

Lucifer’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “You mean…he could turn himself back this entire time?”

Stupid. He was so stupid. How many times was Alastor going to play him like a fiddle and leave him in the dust? 

“Meow,” Alastor put in, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“I think it’s more permanent this time,” Husk added quickly. He backed away from the cat, sweat dampening his furry brow. “Alastor’s never willingly chosen to be stuck in another body this long. There must be a trigger word or something.”

“Wait just a moment,” Lucifer asked, grabbing Husk before he could book it out of there. “You said Alastor’s been turned into an animal before?”

This time, Husk’s entire back darkened with sweat. “Uh…did I say that?”

Behind him, Alastor struggled onto his four paws.

“Yes, you did. What kind of animal was he?”

Panic. Sheer panic. “I’m not sure I can tell you that.”

“Husker.” Golden angelic might layered his voice like honey and fire. His wings flared, casting a shadow over himself, over the nervous gambler, over the serial killer trapped as a cat. “Have you forgotten who I am?” 

“She turned him into a chick!” Husk blurted out. 

Lucifer’s eyes widened, shock forcing him back to normal. “A chick?” 

“A teensy little baby chicken –” 

Alastor yowled and jumped onto Husk’s face, cutting off whatever embarrassing secret he was about to reveal next. It took all four of them, a hefty dose of catnip, and Lucifer promising to bring back three more bodies to pry him off.

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The next day, everyone gathered in the lobby for “Operation: Turn Alastor Less Fluffy Back Take Two.” But before they could get properly started, there was a knock at the door. 

Charlie threw open the door with a huge smile – then it dropped off her face like a rock. Lucifer had never seen his daughter react like that before. 

“Charlie? Who’s there?” He asked, his protective instincts tingling. He pushed himself off the couch and joined her at the door.

“Uh…how can we help you?” He frowned, staring at the overgrown moth, the giant TV, and a sassy teen who had her eyes glued to her screen.

The TV spoke first. “We’ve heard from a reputable source that you have something of ours. We’d like it back.” He eyed Lucifer’s apple staff warily. “Please,” he spat out.

“Something of yours? Like what?” Lucifer frowned. 

“Like that!” The TV pointed past his shoulder to where the man-eating red blob was sitting. Alastor meowed and narrowed his eyes, his tail twitching. “Give him back!”

“What – the cat? You think he’s your cat?” Impossibly, embarrassingly, Lucifer felt a strange possessiveness twist his gut. He stared daggers at Alastor. Why the hell does the TV think you’re his?

Alastor the Cat cocked his head and yawned. 

“Please just give the man the cat back,” the bored teen said, the way an exasperated mother might. “He’s been crying at night.” 

“Have not!” Vox roared, his screen turning red. 

“Your room is right next to mine,” she snapped. “If you don’t want me to hear it, turn your volume off!” 

“Enough of this. You are embarrassing us,” the mothman finally spoke up.

That was apparently too much for the TV, who whirled around, volts of electricity sparking around his head. “Excuse me? We’re embarrassing you?” 

Lucifer resisted the urge to slam the door on this clown show. “Okay, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’re going to have to leave. There must have been a mix-up. Al – I mean, the cat is ours.”

“Breaking news! The king of Hell is a liar and a cat-thief!” TV-man yelled. “If he’s not mine – I mean, ours – why do I have so many pictures with him?” 

He whipped out his phone, and there were indeed a lot of photos of him and Alastor in cat form. There was Alastor scratching at his screen, Alastor ripping up their wires while the moth tried to stop him and Vox gave a thumbs up to the camera, Alastor studying a few blueprints in the back, and finally a selfie of Vox squeezing Alastor half to death in a backbreaking hug. 

That one was a step too far for Lucifer. He didn’t really quite remember what happened next, but after Lucifer had to sheepishly promise to replace the torn wall and the burned foyer…and the entire front lawn. 

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Lucifer woke up to something furry rubbing against his bare chest. He gasped, his eyes flying open, only to find himself staring into two luminous red eyes. 

Strangely, he felt himself relaxing. He knew those eyes. He’d know them dead, asleep, or awake. “Alastor,” he groaned. “What are you doing here so late?” 

The cat padded up to his face, his teeth glinting in the light of the moon. Then, without any warning, he smashed his mouth against Lucifer’s.

It only lasted for a second before Lucifer was twisting, trying to throw the cat off of him – but suddenly the cat was very, very large, and quite bony, and all too late he realized he was in bed with a fully grown Alastor in his regular demonic form. A very naked Alastor.

Not a trigger word, then. A trigger kiss. 

“What–” He gasped. “Are you serious?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Alastor grimaced, plucking a few cat hairs from his teeth. “It was all quite amusing for some time, and then it got boring, and then it was downright annoying. I decided it was high time I take matters into my own hands.” 

“How did this even happen?”

He shrugged. “We live in Hell, my dear. There are more than a few witches who know their way around a transmorgification spell.” 

“And you…” Suddenly, he remembered the TV and the moth and the girl, and he felt a surge of anger. “You went to go live with those three idiots?”

Alastor tilted his head at a painful angle, looking entirely too much like the cat he’d just been. “Why?” There was a wicked gleam in his eye. “Does that annoy you, your Majesty?” 

Lucifer rubbed his eyes and sighed, deciding it was entirely too early for these kinds of shenanigans. There was plenty of time to get into it later. “Coffee?” 

Alastor thought about it. “Fine,” he finally agreed, as if he was doing Lucifer a favor. Some things never changed. “I’ll join you shortly. I have to get myself decent first.” He glanced down with a scowl at his very naked, very well-built chest. 

Alastor disappeared into the shadows before he could see the technicolor blush on Lucifer’s cheeks. As he forced himself out of bed and into his duck slippers, he found a wide grin spreading on his lips. 

(When it came down to it, Alastor chose to kiss him.)

[allastoredeer]

I LOVE BOTTOM ALASTOR ❤️❤️❤️

Anyway what do you think Lucifer reaction would be to seeing Alastor in a dress.

Also what would he do if he saw Vox or Valentino flirting with HIS alastor

My ideal Lucifer reaction is Alastor looking amazing in a dress and Lucifer being angrily flustered about it.

The last bit of the ask inspired a comic tho, which is why it took my so long to answer LOL:

Part 1 cuz its taking too long to finish the other pages and I'm too impatient to post it all together).

Part 2 ->

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam:*sleeping with Steve after having sex*

*he wakes up to see Lucifer with an angelic dagger*

Adam:…WHAT THE FUCK?!

Lucifer:wait,I wasn’t gonna use on you! Only on him!

Adam: How about you use it on no one?

Lucifer: He must die.

[fiendishfables]

Lucifer, grinning: Before you were what?

Alastor: Before I was-

Lucifer: What?

Alastor: Before I was inter-

Lucifer: Before you were interrupted?

Alastor: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll-

Lucifer: What?

Alastor: *frustrated static sounds*

Y/N, nervously: Stop that. Before he hurts you.

[dewdropdinosaur]

White Gold Glitters Too

ALASTOR x READER SMUT Summary: Lucifer takes too much of a liking to Alastor's wife and he seeks to claim her and prove his dominance. Fucking her for Lucifer to hear sounds like a good option. Warnings: NSFW/18+. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Heavy Sex, C*m, Implied P in V Sex, Jealous Fucking, Mention of Restraints, Tentacles I have never written smut before...so I am sorry. REQUESTS OPEN

Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel, was known for his charismatic yet enigmatic presence. He ruled over his domain with a devilish grin and a penchant for blood. But beneath his charming facade lay a heart that beat fiercely for one person: his beloved wife, Y/N.

Y/N was the epitome of grace and beauty, with a kindness that melted even the most hardened of souls. She had captured Alastor's heart as soon as they had entered through the doors of the hotel, and he would do anything to keep her by his side. Having been newly wed, Alastor’s possessive nature seemed to rear its head often when it came to his bride. 

However, trouble brewed when Lucifer, the fallen angel and hellish king himself, began to take an seeming interest in Y/N. His smooth words and suave demeanor drew her attention, much to Alastor's dismay. Alastor’s confidence was shaken when Lucifer Morningstar began to show a keen interest in Y/N. Despite her loyalty to Alastor, Lucifer's suave demeanor and irresistible charisma stirred a jealousy deep within Alastor's demonic heart.

It has begun innocently enough, with Lucifer's smooth compliments and flirtatious gestures towards Y/N whenever they crossed paths. Then it turned to a hand atop hers or brushing hair out of her face while she worked on fixing up the hotel. At first, Alastor attempted to suppress his jealousy, masking his feelings with his trademark grin and witty remarks. But as Lucifer's advances towards Y/N became more pronounced, Alastor's facade began to crack.

One fateful evening, as the flames of Hell danced in the distance, Alastor found himself unable to contain his simmering jealousy any longer. He watched from a distance as Lucifer flirted shamelessly with Y/N, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

His once cheerful demeanor turned dark as he became increasingly passive-aggressive, making evil eyes at the short king(yes my dears, narrators can make a joke occasionally.) But still, Lucifer persisted in his advances, seemingly unfazed by Alastor's silent warnings. Y/N, momentarily stepping away at Charlie’s call for some assistance, left the two men alone in the lobby. 

“Well, well, if it isn't the charming Lucifer. Quite the show you're putting on tonight”

Lucifer smirked, “Ah, Alastor, always a pleasure to see you. And might I say, your wife looks positively radiant this evening. You picked a good one.”

Alastor forced a smile, a natural habit of his that was wearing on him. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. She does tend to have that effect, doesn't she? Though I must say, your interest in her appearance is unexpected.”

“Oh, Alastor, there's no harm in appreciating beauty when it's right in front of you. And your wife is truly a sight to behold.” Lucifer leaned closer, using his elbow to nudge Alastor in the ribs playfully; unaware of the brewing violence in the red demon before him. Or maybe he did know and elected to ignore it. Lucifer did get terribly bored. 

Alastor spoke firmly through clenched teeth “Indeed, she is. But I must warn you, Lucifer, my patience wears thin when it comes to matters of the heart.”

“Just engaging in some harmless conversation. Does that bother you?

“Of course, how silly of me to assume otherwise.” Both men quipped back and forth so sarcastically it could've been considered the eight deadly sin. 

Returning from aiding the princess, Y/N resumed her place by Alastor’s side and back into the conversation. Unable to contain his jealousy any longer, Alastor put a hand on his wife’s shoulder and looked towards Y/N with a forced smile plastered on his face. "Darling, would you care for a stroll?" he offered, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

Y/N, oblivious to the turmoil raging within her husband, nodded with a smile and waved goodbye to Lucifer. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hell, Alastor's mind seethed with anger and resentment. 

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Alastor halted abruptly and turned to face Y/N. "Tell me, my dear, what is it about Lucifer that captivates you so?" he demanded, his words laced with bitterness.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. "Alastor, what are you talking about? Lucifer is just being friendly," she protested, confusion etched on her face.

"Friendly? Yes, that's one way to put it. Though, his friendliness seems rather... focused, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N glanced at Alastor, sensing the tension in his voice. She attempted to defuse the situation with a reassuring smile.

Y/N: "Alastor, there's no need to worry. You know where my heart lies."

Alastor's smile tightened, his grip on Y/N's hand becoming just a tad too firm.

Alastor: "Of course, my dear. I'm well aware. But it's amusing, isn't it? How Lucifer seems to find you so... intriguing."

Y/N shot Alastor a puzzled look, sensing the underlying resentment in his words.

"Alastor, you're being awfully aggressive. Is something bothering you?"

Alastor's grin widened, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned his gaze back to Lucifer.

Alastor: "Bothering me? Not at all, my dear. Just finding it fascinating how Lucifer can't seem to keep his eyes off you. Quite the dilemma, wouldn't you agree?

Alastor refused to be swayed by her words. With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest and pushed her back against the wall, his grip possessive and demanding. Peering down into her eyes, his own glowed with a dark green hue. 

"I'll show you who the better man is, my dear," he growled, his crimson eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought her hands up to find themselves tangled in Alastor’s red locks. 

Trailing his hand up to her waist, Alastor gave it a tight squeeze that made his wife squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity. Deciding she had enough teasing, Y/N grabbed hold of Alastor’s cane and used its shadows to transport them to their shared bedroom. Taking the hint, Alastor walked their bodies to the king sized bed and laid down on the red silken sheets. Now with back flush against the mattress, Y/N wasted no time in relocking her lips back to her husband's. 

Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the waistband of her shorts before suddenly ripping them off of her body. Exposed to the cool air, Y/N let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Alastor traced a knuckle up her clothed core. 

“Darling, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are drenching my fingers through these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of her neck. 

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Al.”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged her request by removing the offending garment from her body.​​ Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the glittering white gold slick that painted her hole. 

“Gorgeous darling, glittering gorgeous.” Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy cunt. Sucking softly here and there while delving as deep as his tongue would allow(he would not admit to using magic to make it longer), Y/N let out wanton moans and lewd hisses of pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath her as her eyes remained shut in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Alastor inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast. He could see her holding back some of her noises, desperate to control her lust.

"Darling, do not hide from me."

"But normally you don't want people to hear--"

"That does not apply today. Let all of Hell and that filthy king know you are mine."

Stretching her open, he added another finger; scissoring her wide. Y/n’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Alastor placed it on her hip and held her in place. 

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Y/N gulped. Being restrained by Alastor’s slick tentacles, forcing her legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued her interest. Perhaps for another time. 

The thoughts and stimulation from Alastor’s mouth and his fingers nearly had her cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push her over the edge. Smirking, Alastor brought a third finger into her hole, its walls squeezing onto him for dear life. Using his thumb to rub against her clit, the stimulation was bearing nearly too much. 

“Go on Y/N. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good. That even the King of Hell couldn’t make you cum just from his fingers.”

That’s what did it, Y/N felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried Alastor’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard her by now. Just as Alastor wanted. Cum now coated his fingers and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses and she saw stars. 

Drawing his fingers slowly out of her and bringing them to his lips, Alastor sucked on the white gold juices. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged her in on the bed and she could feel his growing bulge against her thighs, Alastor whispered darkly. 

“Now dear, feel like letting Lucifer know how good round two is about to feel?”