My main account is @imaginationcreationer. Header by @precious-ketchup 28 y/o woman Currently obsessed with Hazbin Hotel Lucifer/Lucilith x Reader Enthusiast This side blog focuses on Cartoon/Animation-centered media (excluding Anime/Manga) of various different ratings. Explicit Smut and NSFW posts, original or reblogged, will be tagged appropriately. Very rarely writes seriously nowadays. Everything I make is purely out of untimed inspiration. Anon is forever disabled. Incest Shippers/Supporters, and Adult/Minor (Pedophilic) Shippers/Supporters, please don't interact with me or my posts for the sake of my sanity.
Playing Telephone with Lucifer and Lilith, only you three are not whispering to each other.
Instead, Lucifer’s head is trapped in-between your thighs, lovingly smothered by your weight and taste of your pussy as you sat on his face, while you were bent over and lapping at Lilith’s slit as she sat propped up by the many pillows, legs wide open for your adoration.
Lucifer would spell out word(s) onto you, which in turn you would do your best to interpret what was spelled to pass it onto Lilith, who would have to speak whatever word/phrases was carved onto the entrance of her cavern.
Just a fun little game for the three of you to play. ;)
…do you think Lucifer illuminates just a tad when he is *horny coughs* overstimulated? 👀🥴
Omgg 👀👀👀👀 maybe he warms up a bit, too~
Though if he burns too bright he might accidentally singe the sheets, which has most certainly happened a few times and never stops being utterly amusing to you ahdhjabsb
Though the first time you discover this little fact about him I imagine he's trying to warn you, but he can't get the words out. So one moment, you're riding him well past his climax. The next, you feel him suddenly getting warmer under your palms and his skin starts to glow between your fingers.
Mercifully, you stop your movement to stare in absolute awe of him. This beautiful angel beneath you, spent and gasping for deep breaths, feeling warm as summer between your legs.
His tired "I-I tried to warn you..." as if this was something to be embarrassed about, and not something you were going to aim time and time again to achieve~
Also something something Lucifer not minding how you cling to him for safety in the dark 🥺 you feel childish to still be afraid of such a thing, even in a place like hell where you've seen the worst of the worst. But the dark still frightens you. A piece of your humanity that you've never been able to shake. But Lucifer doesn't chide you or even try to wave you off. He doesn't say anything about it as you follow him around, clutching his sleeve. He even offers some words of comfort, suggesting that the power should be back on soon. It's okay if you need to use his light until then.
He is the Morningstar after all! It's funny how even now he can still serve his original purpose as the bringer of light in some small way~
A huge storm rages over hell, knocking the hotel's power out in the process.
Charlie is in a panic running around with a flashlight, making sure everyone is accounted for. Asking if everyone is alright.
"Has anyone seen my dad!?" She asks no one in particular.
The answer comes from Husks unmistakable voice behind her in the now darkened bar. "uh, yeah, it's kinda hard to miss him, princess."
He points over at the lounge where the king could usually be found enjoying his coffee around this time. Charlie isn't sure how she missed it. He was glowing as bright as a spotlight. Like a firefly in the pitch black dark.
And you were clinging to him tightly like a lifeline, the loud storm combined with the power shutting off scaring you half to death so you grabbed onto the person nearest you, which happened to be the king. You were looking directly at Charlie, eager to ask her when the power would be back.
Paying absolutely no attention to how the closeness of your body was having a rather illuminating effect on the Morningstar.
i’m working on an analysis of lucifer as neurodivergent, and i cannot get over how he uses flying as a form of stimming. he always seems to be at his happiest and most confident when he’s moving through the air: the storybook sequence, ‘more than anything,’ his fight with adam, the beginning of ‘vox populi’…
all this to say, imagine the first time he gets so overwhelmed with excitement that he just.. scoops you up and takes off around the room (because he also likes to hold the people he loves, i noticed that too). instinctively, you panic and wrap your arms around his neck as your heart pounds in your chest, the sudden absence of the floor beneath your feet making your stomach lurch. you feel the urge to scold him for the absolute heart attack he just gave you..
until you look up and see how happy he is. it’s the first time since you’ve met that he looks.. unburdened. free. his wings flutter behind him as he looks down at you with a beaming smile, and you swear your pulse jumps at the sight. he somehow looks even more beautiful like this, a feat you didn’t even know was possible.
he suddenly seems to realise that he’s gotten carried away, his smile fading and cheeks flushing as he sets you both back down. his wings retract, leaving him looking much smaller and more vulnerable. a sheepish, almost nervous, laugh escapes his lips.
“uh-” he clears his throat, his fingers fidgeting by his side. “sorry about that. i-i got a little carried away.”
you reassure him with your smile, stepping closer into his space until your arms are touching, fingers brushing together, so close to intertwining. the way his breath hitches at the contact makes it almost impossible for you not to kiss him silly right there in the lobby.
“it’s fine,” you promise, reaching down to press a kiss to his warm cheek, which turns even warmer at the contact. “i thought it was cute.”
congratulations. you have officially killed the infamous morningstar with affection. he is now a puddle on the floor.
Lucifer whistled a little tune as he threw on the pink Hawaiian shirt he had packed for his and Lilith's trip to the beach. He checked himself over in the mirror once or twice more, slicking his sunny blonde hair back a few times before he was fully satisfied with it.
"Honey?" He called out to his wife in the bathroom "are you ready yet?"
"Almost," came her cool reply. "I'm having a bit of trouble. Think you can come in here and help me, dear?"
"No problemo~!" Lucifer span on his heel and started off towards the bathroom. And he nearly doubled over himself when he stepped in through the doorway.
Lilith was sitting on the edge of the tub in nothing but a sheer black cover up. her right leg dangled off her other knee. Her foot bounced playfully in the air. the purple and gold ankle bracelet Lucifer had just bought her hanging off it, uncuffed.
She gave her wide-eyed husband a wry smile.
"Can you help me with the bracelet, hon? It's giving me some trouble," she requested.
It took Lucifer a second to croak out a response.
"O-Oh! Umm- o-of course! Yeah! Can do!"
Lucifer hurried over and knelt in front of his wife, taking each end of the gold chain in his shaky hands and attempting to clasp it.
She watched him with great amusement. Watched the way he fought to keep his focus on the bracelet, and tried not to let his eyes trail up her long legs, towards her thick thighs and wide hips. To her chest, which was barely covered under the sheer material. His face was glowing as bright as a lightbulb and his brow was furrowed in concentration.
She truly had the most adorable husband in all the realms.
"Um, sweetheart," Lucifer started with a nervous laugh. "I thought you said you were almost ready."
"I am."
"But-"
"It's a private beach, is it not?"
"W-Well, yes."
"Then this will be just fine," she pulled her foot away when he successfully got the bracelet clasped around her ankle, leaned forward and cupped his cheek in her hand. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips before standing over him like a goddess come straight from heaven itself.
This time he didn't care about staring. he shamelessly let his eyes travel over her form, drinking in every dip and curve of her. All the way down to the bracelet that clung to her sun-kissed ankle. He'd never envied a piece of jewellery before.
"Don't you agree~?"
Lucifer nodded dumbly, unable to tear his golden gaze away from his queen. She giggled approvingly.
Continuing from the "hunting" imagine, just picture what would happen if we decided to hide from Lucifer instead of running. We'd be hiding in a closet or something as we hear Lucifer down the hall. He'd probably be calling our name in a playful yet low tone, obviously worked up. We'd have to contain our small giggles as he tries to find us~
Hehehe you might like this post from me and Damsel where we tempt Lucifer into chasing us and then hide from him~
I love when we tease that feral side out of him 😖😖
Imagine relentlessly teasing Lucifer and then running away from him through the palace to avoid Luci from reciprocating, giggling the whole time as your flustered king chased you. I bet he'd slowly get worked up as he chased you, gradually transforming into his demon form, then finally pouncing on you to punish you for your relentless teasing~
Yessss I love the idea of Lucifer "hunting" us~
He can't suppress those demonic instincts that start firing off when he sees you scampering off away from him all cutely, your hips swaying and beckoning him for a chase.
You can hide all you want, but he can taste your excitement. It's so thick and palpable on his tongue and only gets him more worked up and eager to find you~
Need both of those pesky royals nipping and kissing at your shoulders and intentionally making it very difficult for you to focus on getting ready for the fancy dinner they were so keen on taking you to in the first place!
You're swatting at them with your shawl (that they keep moving aside because it dares to separate them from your soft skin) and scolding them for attempting to leave marks on you.
"Mm, would that be so bad~?" Lucifer coos, once again pushing the garment aside to lave his sinful tongue across the crook of your neck.
"Th-this is a fine establishment, we need to try and have some decorum!" You pull the shawl back up, your cheeks a bright crimson. "besides, you two need to finish getting ready or we'll be late for our reservation!"
"Oh, what a terrible shame that would be," Lilith hums on the other side of you. Her hand comes around to cup your hip and pull you closer to her. Her lilac eyes glowing with mischief and her horns displayed proudly atop her head. "then we'd have no choice but to feast on you instead~"
You feel Lucifer second her notion by closing in on the other side of you. The sound of his tail whipping at the air with excitement behind him. You were quickly losing this 2v1 fight and you knew it. Though it wouldn't be the first time.
And the more attention and affection they paid to your throat, you started to debate with yourself if it was even worth fighting in the first place~
The photography post had me thinking ahout a Voxtek/photographer journalist reader who hates their job and gets assigned to the hotel to begrudgingly take photos to make them all look bad but physically cannot get a shot of lucifer that doesn't look gorgeous. Follows him around trying to get him looking stupid - and like surely they get him doing stupid shit, but the angelic aura just keeps making him also irresistible.
AJSHDJCF I love it! He's just so naturally ethereal that he always looks so good even when he's being a total goober 😭😭 and it makes your job so difficult shdhjc
Going through all the pictures on your computer that you've taken on him, frustrated as you click between each slide, grumbling to yourself on how someone could be this photogenic in a robe, hair in curlers, and not a smudge of makeup on. How can he look this good getting coffee splashed in his face? Even with his face scrunched up in annoyance he's just.... beautiful!!
Impossible. No way someone can be this pretty, this cute, this gorgeous, this-
You stop on a picture where he seems to have caught you. Knowing red eyes looking over his shoulder at where you thought you were safely hidden behind a large plant. And his lips are curled into a devilishly handsome smirk that makes your heart skip a beat. From being found out or from something else, you're not sure.
Flustered, you quickly close your laptop and take a minute to calm your rapid heartbeat.
This is proving to be much more difficult than you thought.
Even though you might get in trouble, it might be a good idea to text Vox and ask for more time...
