#luc !!!!!

[popamolly]

‘PRETTY GIRL!’ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

summary. lucifer gets jealous and wants to remind you that you belong to no one but him.

warning. smut, overstimulation, established relationship, you and lucifer are married, alastor gets flirty with you, lucifer is a soft dom, vibrator, squirting, semi-public sex??, please don’t fuck where people eat/make food lmao, 18+ minors dni, kinda proofread sorry

author’s note. this is a 500 followers special! thank you all so much for the constant love, enjoy sinners.

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Lucifer and you had been frequenting the Hazbin Hotel ever since the tearful reunion between father and daughter. You didn’t mind, in fact, you encouraged it not just because you thrived off seeing your step-daughter Charlie and your husband happy but also because you would take any excuse to step out of that dreadful palace Lucifer and you called a home. It was just so boring and bland there where as the Hazbin Hotel was always lively and filled with some life threatening chaos that was exhilarating.

Now that you were back at the Hotel, you helped around whenever you could with enthusiasm. You were in charge of hanging up the banner that welcomed the new sinners but alas, the fixture was to high and your darling husband wasn’t anywhere in sight to help you.

As if sensing your distress, Alastor appeared from the shadow on the floor next to you with a wide grin, “Would you like some assistance, your majesty?”

“Yes, yes thank you.” You allowed Alastor lift you up onto his shoulder by your waist so you could tape up the banner. Once you found your balance, you began to quickly tape up one corner of the banner, trying to ignore the way Alastor’s fingers grazed along your thigh as he held you in place.

This was all a spectacle to be sure because you had no doubt that the radio demon could have manifested into something taller to help tape it up himself but you were sure this had something to do with his resentment toward your husband— though their feelings toward each other were mutual, “A little to the left Al…perfect, thank you.”

“Hoho, what is this?” The sound of your husband’s voice had you turning your head slightly to look at him just as Alastor set you back down on your feet with a knowing grin.

“Well, I—”

“I was only helping this darling damsel in distress as her husband was no where to be found,” Alastor’s grin widens as he turns to you with a respectful bow of his head, “If you need anything else, my dear. Anything at all. Do not hesitant to ask.” His staticky tone left a hint of suggestiveness that you picked up on and it left Lucifer practically seeing red. You cursed yourself being so caught up in helping Charlie that you didn’t mind accepting Alastor’s help for the simplest of tasks.

As you looked at Lucifer you realized that you should’ve maybe gotten a ladder before you even thought about letting the radio demon touch you because now you were going to pay the price for it.

And pay you did.

“W-Wait, Lucifer..!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head in pure bliss as Lucifer rocked his hips into you even though you already came You both still had a whole task of things to do before the new sinners arrived at the hotel but Lucifer couldn’t wait. The moment you stepped into the nearest room, which was the kitchen, he pounced on you. He laid you on the marble island counter, fumbling with his pants belt.

“What were you going to tell me? Not to worry about that freaky bastard?” Lucifer loomed over your figure with that playful grin, his tongue sticking out as he spread your legs wider for him, "What's wrong? hm? I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this.”

"I—fuck— was going to say that he was only helping me!" You part your lips, "P-Please, right there—!"

“Was he now?” Feeling that you were about to cum, Lucifer picked up the pace, his hand around your throat as he ruts into you ruthlessly. He was so pissed, so jealous— how dare that radio demon flirt with you? Touch you? Who did he think he was?

"You hear that?" Lucifer brought his hips back only to snap them forward again, the squelch sound that came from how wet you were had your whole body heating up, "Listen to how wet you are and that’s all because of me."

You felt that coil within you about to snap with an orgasm. Your legs trembling and toes curling as you felt it approaching fast. Lucifer was not holding back tonight and the overstimulation you felt had your mind going into a haze, "please, please, please!"

"c'mon gorgeous," Lucifer let out a low groan, tossing his head back, "fuckkk, cum for me again."

At his words you came, a small scream leaving your throat as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Still coming down from your high, Lucifer gives you a couple of seconds to recover before moving his hips again. He materializes a vibrator in his hand before placing it directly onto your clit.

You shuddered, hand moving down to grip his wrist as tears escaped your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, "Lulu, p-please—!"

"I know your limits," Lucifer says with that prideful smile, his voice dominating, "Move your hand."

Your move your hands to grip your thighs, the built trust between you was enough for you to see this mind blowing pleasure through, "W-Wait, I'm going to— ah~!"

Lucifer lets a glob of spit leave his mouth, you felt it hit directly onto your naked cunt, watching as his saliva coats your already soaked clit and slides down the sides of his length before pressing the vibrator into you harder, "You're going to cum for me again."

You shake your head, pathetic sobs escaping past your lips, "I don't think I c-can Lu—!"

"Yes you can sweetheart, and you will," His words cause a shiver to go down your spine. "Look at this sloppy pussy taking my cock so well."

You look up at Lucifer with pleading eyes, your hand resting on his chest as if to push him away, your nails pressing tiny crescents into his skin, "I'm g-going to c-cum—! Don't stop, r-right there—! Fuck!"

The sight of you crying and succumbing to the pleasure was exhilarating in Lucifer’s eyes. His beautiful wife was a sobbing, drooling, trembling mess before him. You were dick drunk and high off pleasure, your words coming out in broken fragments.

Just as he was getting flustered at the way you were presented before him, he couldn't help but think about Alastor in so close proximity to you. Had he thought about you in this way before? That question alone made Lucifer’s mind come up with endless possibilities, making the jealousy rise within him as his blood boiled.

He thrusted into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room as he made sure to angle his thrust, repeatedly hitting you in all the right places. He pressed the vibrator impossibly deeper into you, making you arch your back with a sudden scream,

"L-Lucifer!"

With one final thrust, Lucifer had sent you spiraling over the edge as you squirted around his length, making his thighs and the counter wet with your essence.

Lucifer pulled out of you quickly to slap his cock against your clit, rubbing it against your folds harshly to relish in the lewd sound before thrusting back into you slowly to cockwarm you, "There you go love, good girl.”

You trembled, a string of hiccups leaving your mouth as Lucifer laced his fingers with yours, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as if he didn't just fuck you dumb,

"You did so well for me, darling."

Meanwhile on the other side of the wall sat the bar Husk was currently stationed at with Angel, who’s jaw was nearly on the floor at the sounds that just came from the kitchen, “Did we just hear the big boss man and his lady gettin’ it on in there?”

“Nope,” Husk denied it. After all, ignorance was bliss, “I didn’t hear a thing.”

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[yourdearestenemyluke]

Aemond has only ever called lucerys "HIS LORD STRONG" rest of them are just whoever, and note he never refers to anyone as "my lord" 😌

Anf he does call larys "lord strong" but again without the possessive address which he reserved for luke

[hellothisisangle]

under the heel

[bulgariansumo]

More Mistrians! Is that what they'd be called? I dunno, but I'm happy with how they came out. At this point, I'm half considering sketching the entire cast this way.

Batch 1 | Batch 2 | Batch 3 | Batch 4 | Batch 5 (Mild Spoilers)

[weepingwillowwonder]

please please please do a pt 3 to ur HH #6.5 post🙏🏼

Ask and you shall receive!! (At some point XD )

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#6.7 Hazbin Hotel "Things I ✨️LOVE✨️ the idea of..." (because I can't share these things with people irl...)

[NSFW Minors DNI!!🔞]

Lucifer X Reader [Part 3]

CW: Brat taming, Finger sucking, Dry Humping, Groping, Praise kink, A bit of hard dom!Luci, Hair pulling, Sub/Dom, Dirty talk

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The sudden sound of footsteps makes you both jump and forces you apart, a thin trail of saliva connecting you. Trying to nonchalantly catch your breath, you bite your lip at the look Lucifer gives you. “Come on..” He says breathlessly and pulls you to stand up. Pushing in your chair for you, he guides you to the elevator with a hand on your lower back. “Your room or mine?” You step inside and pull him close to you by his shirt, answering against his lips as the door shuts behind you. “Yours.”

Lucifer claims your lips again, pressing you back against the wall of the elevator. His hands reach up to trap your head between them as you drag him closer to you. Immediately his lips mold against yours, swallowing the sweet sounds of pleasure that you release. As your hands fist his shirt in an effort to keep him close to you, you feel his moving to cup the back of your head. He guides you to tilt your head towards him and easily slips his tongue past your lips, claiming your mouth as his own. His hand cradles the back of your neck and the other comes to settle on your hip. Your soft moans echo in the elevator as you try to keep up with Lucifer's ministrations. As he briefly pulls away to let you both catch your breath, he glances over towards the elevator's buttons and your eyes follow. The realization dawns on you that neither of you had pressed the button to his floor. 

Still breathing heavy, you watch him curiously as he straightens up and steps backwards to lean against the wall. He licks his lips and crosses his arms across his chest before he speaks, “Press the sixth floor for me, will ya?” You look at him in a moment of disbelief. Is he joking? One minute he has his tongue down your throat and the next he’s trying to assert a power move. Your immediate reaction in your head is to express your annoyance, but you don't. Instead you take in his pleased expression when you pointedly maintain eye contact while walking over to press the button for the requested floor. Despite seeing the inward defiance in your eyes, he still recognizes the fact that you’d done as you were told. “Well done~” he purrs and you swear you felt yourself leaking in your underwear from his praise alone. 

You both watch as you quickly ascend to the sixth floor and step out once the doors open again. Unsure which direction to go into, you glance back at him questioningly. “Take a right, past the windows, first door on your left.” Peering curiously down the hallway, you follow as he says, noting how he trails behind you. Your breath picks up as you recall his instructions, they weren't difficult. But you found it odd that he wouldn't lead you to his place of residence and made you search for it instead. 

Once you reach his supposed room, you reach for the door knob to find it locked. “It's locked.” You blurted out as you felt him press closer to you from behind. When he makes contact with your ass, you gasp, easily able to feel every single inch of him. He laughs lowly in your ear as you automatically push back against him. “Mhm, so it seems it is locked.” Lucifer says obviously as his lips come in contact with the back of your neck. His hands come down to grip you by the hips and you whimper when he squeezes tightly and grinds himself into you. Letting out a groan himself, he starts slowly humping against your ass. His hand comes up to the middle of your back and presses slightly, “Bend over just a little bit for me, sweetheart.” Too turned on to argue, you brace your hands on the door in front of you and lean over slightly. 

“Thaaat’s it…” He grunts out, reaching around you to unbutton your pants as he continues. “A-ahh, wait Lucifer…!” you cry out weakly as his fingers quickly find their way beneath your clothes. “We’re in the h-hallway, ngh..!” The second he makes contact with your sex, all thoughts of opposition are thrown out the window. Similarly to the way he’s grinding against you, he takes his time exploring between your legs, content with listening to you whine for him. “Lucifer please!” you gasp in a high pitch tone, your head hanging forward as you watch his hand moving in your pants. You feel his fingers easily dragging along your sex, slick with your arousal. “Shhh, don’t you know we’re in the hallway?” He says mockingly with a grin spreading on his face. His fingers start to pick up speed, thumb circling around where you’re most sensitive.

Lucifer isn’t surprised when you start babbling about how close you are. The recent events were  more than enough to get him worked up, so it only makes sense that you’d fall apart the minute that he actually started touching you. However, right before you’d reach your peak, he slipped his hand from your pants and slid them directly into your mouth. With your mouth full, you weren’t able to immediately protest and your hips bucked upward at the loss of stimulation. Drool dripping down the sides of your lips, he presses his fingers a little deeper, making you gag slightly before he slides them back out. 

Eyes slipping closed you remove one hand from the door to reach between your legs and finish the job. He quickly interferes and grabs your wrist, stopping you. “No, tonight you'll only take what I give you. Do you understand?” When he hears you let out an irritated growl, he uses his clean hand to weave its way into your hair and pulls you back to look at him. He lets out a similar, although more intimidating growl, “Do you understand?” With your head pulled back, you can see the fire blazing in Lucifer’s eyes. A look you’ve never quite seen him have before, at least not directed at you. You feel yourself throbbing between your legs and clench around nothing as you quietly stutter out a response. “Yes s-sir..” 

He lets go of you and offers a soft ‘good’ before reaching forward, turning the knob, and opening the door. He holds on to you to prevent you from falling over, and brings you forward into the room, gently lowering you to the floor before closing the door. In your dazed state you turn around to stare at the door that you knew for a fact was locked when you tried to open it earlier. “...the door..” you whisper, turning back for your eyes to follow Lucifer walk around the room. He laughs to himself, moving to sit on the bed further into the room, “I unlocked it. Don’t worry about it, it’s not important.” You watch as he rolls up his sleeves and takes off his hat, making it magically disappear before your eyes. He then spreads his legs and leans forward to place his elbows on his knees, beckoning you to come to him with a finger.

Biting your lip you start to stand but his voice stops you. “No no, on all fours for me, honey.” Well fuck, he want you to crawl to him. Hesitating for a moment, your face seemingly gets warmer at his request. You must have taken too long because then he says, “If it's a matter of pride, I promise you, you’re not going to win.” He watches you huff at his statement, and begins to talk sweetly to you. “Come on baby, won’t it feel better to just be good for me?” If the pulsing between your legs was anything to go by, then yes, it would be better to just listen to him. But listening wasn’t your style, which is why you were here in the first place. “No,” you whisper softly. The surprise on his face tells you he wasn’t actually expecting you to deny him and truthfully, you didn’t actually want to deny him. You wonder if he can tell. 

It’s not clear whether or not he knew you were bluffing, but the way he confidently strides over to you has you thinking you should have just done as you were told. Finding its way back into your hair, his hand tugs you on your hands and knees to the floor and drags you over to the bed, forcing you to crawl alongside him. While he does give you time to adjust yourself, he completely ignores your cries. “Ahh, I see what’s happening here. All you need is a firm hand to guide you, right? Since you can’t seem to follow directions on your own.” Even as you reach the bed, he continues to tightly hold onto you. Something about the way he looks down at you with disappointment has you immediately apologizing.

“Lucifer, ‘m sorry! I’ll listen, I promise!” You whine, looking up at him as he looms above you. He loosens his grip in your hair and gently strokes the top of your head, softening his tone as he speaks to you. “Oh yeah? Show me that you mean it then…”  

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Guess what? There's gonna be a part 4!!! \(>_<)/

[bugscufflebi]

I’m sorry but the people who read Addie Larue and walked away saying she had no depth or no motivation or wtf ever lack basic reading comprehension skills. The book literally mentions multiple times that she is operating on pure spite. There are multiple times she wants to give in but doesn’t because there is more beauty to be seen and more ways to make Luc mad about the fact that she won’t give in. “She never does anything important.” Girl is literally fighting the ocean alone. No one can remember her, but she still wakes up and gives her heart to people who see her as a stranger. Over 300 years and she doesn’t stop trying to experience love and happiness. God, you must be so miserable and end result motivated to not see how good this character is.

[tohot4u]

[sammythesheltie]

🐶: *bark-bark-bark-bark*

(translation: *give-me-treat-now*)

[darklinaforever]

“If you loved me, you would have let me go by now.”

“It is because I love you that I won’t.”

I love these dialogues from Addies and Luc in the invisible life of addie larue. It totally represents two different perspectives on love.

Addie, like many people, thinks that love is purely selfless and good. (While she herself can have selfish actions or thoughts) Luc thinks that love is selfish, or at least can be. (Because to say that Luc is purely selfish would be quite hypocritical given all the events of the books and what he does there. Luc is much more complicated than that)

But I like that these two sentences summarize these two visions of love.

Love is selfless. Love is selfish. When in fact... it can be both, separately or together. Love can be something uniquely good and positive. Just as it can be negative. And sometimes it's both together. They are simply different forms of the same feeling.

All this to say that I hate when people try to say that love must be pure, good and selfless. It's bullshit. Whether in fiction or reality. The difference is that in fiction you can explore relationships with toxic connotations without risk, unlike real life or if there are red flags, you obviously have to just run to protect yourself.

Justice for romances like Luc & Addie, Jane Eyre & Rochester, Heathcliff & Catherine (Wuthering Heights), Coriolanus Snow & Lucy Gray Bird (The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes), Christine & Erik (The Phantom of the Opera), Thomas & Edith (Crimson Peak), Hannibal & Will (Hannibal), Hannibal & Clarice (Hannibal), Raistlin & Crysania (Dragonlance), Sarah & Jareth (Labyrinth), Qu Xiao Feng & Li Cheng Yi (Goodbye My Princess), The Darkling & Alina (Grisha), Mare & Maven (Red Queen), Julian & Jenny (The Forbidden Game), and so so many others...

Not without kidding, there are so many examples in general, but also that I know and love that it is impossible to cite them all !

[nullcanary]

All of my nights, All of them here

"Such a commonplace to describe someone as a dream. But he was, my Luc. Clever, well to do and as fond of the strange and grotesque arts as I had based my studies on. We met at a party during my undergraduate years, and immediately made a connection through discussion of Story of the Eye. Carrying on with ease to all manner of other subjects, his presence filled the room for me, his enthusiasm clearing out the shape and sound of the other occupants. The kindred spark struck light between us, the delight of discourse, the comfort of opening ourselves to one another, exposing all secrets non-physical. We knew each other within a moment, saw and recognized ourselves in the shine of each other's eyes. I knew then, for me, there would only be before him and after. 

Within a year's time, we eloped. We had each other. That was all there need be. We rotated our shared and respective interests around each other, indulging and debating and expanding our understanding of the hushed undercurrent. Romantically charged and intellectually bound, it felt as though we solidified each other's existence, sculpted one another in real time, by hands we could touch, words we could breathe. There was no motif there. I truly loved him.

...

I never thought I would lose him so soon. So brutally. By my own hand. But you must understand, I didn't have a choice... We didn't have a chance. We were subject to a game between cruel gods.

I'm overjoyed to finally share my commission from the ever talented @lokorum, of the piece featuring my two Kult ttrpg characters, Mérie and Luc. They're an absolutely delightful person to chat with and after sharing my OC's backstory with them, they expressed such bright enthusiasm to create a piece of my characters, which I'm so utterly grateful for. They had the idea to depict events from their backstory into the paintings displayed along the wall which brought so much more meaning to the piece. Each update left me more ecstatic than the last. Lokorum's gorgeous and unique style, vibrant use of colors, and excellent grip on mood through body language and scenery has breathed so much life into this piece.

Lokorum’s piece is a representation of Mérie’s loss. Consistently revisiting the space where she last knew Luc. He’s been gone now for more years than she was alive when she lost him. Half her life, defined by before the loss. Another half defined by its aftermath. She’ll come back here again and again trying to piece together what happened. A house of memories only able to be maintained by her. Until she finally learns the truth and can never leave. A truth she can't unknow. If only she could forget after one last dance…

[dustoffstartagain]

Andres Vergel Aug 24

Andres Vergel Aug 24

[ultimafangirl]

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Kids are good. Like, in general, kids are just good little humans.

And these kids are adorable. I keep getting the urge to give them headpats.

I didn't screenshot the conversation where Maple was kissing frogs to find a prince but that was cute too.

I wish you could see dialouge again after you talked to them. Sometimes I don't realize how much I love a conversation until I get to the end

[iiyafom]

Dragonguard kids please! >:D

love these kids

[booklover-s]

Just remember when Addie is at the marquise's house wearing her things, about to cover her freckles with makeup and Luc appears, with: “I would rather see clouds blot out the stars.”

DAMN HOT VILLAINS WITH DARK HAIR!!!!

[falling-forever-in-a-hole]

[glooomm]

Hear me out, I don't ship Radioapple but DAMN the fanarts are DOPE