Duck kings #1 fan

I like lucifer from hazbin hotel, helluvaboss, and epic the musical.

[unripelemon13]

god i just

the best way i can put it is when i think of him the voices stop

genuinely cant imagine living a life or existing as a real being without him here

hes the one putting the pieces of my existence together

hes here now and i couldnt get rid of him even if i wanted to

and i absolutely dont want to

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I am imagining Lucifer coming out of a shower, running a hand through his dripping hair, towel wrapped around his waist with his happy trail peaking out. You can’t help but stare at him, but of course he can feel your eyes on him. He looks back at you with a small smirk on his face and says, “You like what you see, honey?~”

Your face instantly feels hot as you frantically begin to look anywhere else but where he’s standing. He laughs while walking over to the bed. “I think it’s cute that you still get flustered seeing me naked.~ Considering how many times we’ve fuc-”

“Lucifer!” you yell, hiding yourself under the covers and trying to avoid further embarrassing yourself. The angel laughs, lifting the bed sheets to see you burying your face in your hands. “It’s not fair! You’re hot and you know it!”

“That’s true,” he agrees, crawling his way towards you, “you just can’t help it, can you?~ My sweet girl gets so hot and bothered around me.~”

“You’re so mean,” you complain, trying to get up from the bed. But not before Lucifer takes ahold of your wrist.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he replies softly. “You know I’m only teasing, right? I-I just…you make me feel so wanted, I default to showing off and being a bit of an ass. I don’t know why…Please let me make it up to you!”

You sigh, looking back at his soft yellow eyes. You knew he was being genuine in his apology. You could never actually stay mad at him, not that you even were! “Lu, I’m not really upset,” you smile, sitting back down on the bed. “I just don’t handle being flustered very well. You don’t have to apologize or make anything up to me, I promise I’m fine.”

Lucifer instantly leans in to kiss you, his lips are so tender and gentle on your own. He pulls away, his hands now gravitating towards your pajama bottoms.

“On the contrary,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin on your neck, “I think I need to show you how much you fluster me as well.~”

Lucifer spends the rest of the night worshipping your body; starting with using his tongue to lick and taste your needy pussy. But that quickly turns into making love to you in every position possible; drilling his cock into you over and over and over again until you finally understand how badly the fallen angel loves you craves you.

[damsel-loves-machines]

A PSA message for all of my Lucifer-simps delivered to you from TikTok.

Eat healthy, be well fed, and stay hydrated. Your Majesty commands it.

[willoryn]

You might wake up the morning after staying the night with Lucifer the first time embarrassed that you woke up in a puddle of your own drool, but to him that means you probably got some of the best sleep of your life in his bed 🥺 and he's so proud that he made you feel safe and comfortable enough to sleep that deeply.

And also you looked very cute~

[jinxedjynxx]

࿔˚⋆✮⋆˙ Lucifer x Reader ˙⋆✮⋆˚࿔

★ This is not a request but inspiration from a post by @willoryn!! Please go and check out her blog!!

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★ Summary: Alastor and Lucifer's bickering finally reaches a breaking point. But without Charlie to calm him down, how will you snap Lucifer out of his demonic fit of rage?

☆ Word Count: 1, 162

★ Intended as Fem!Reader but could be read as GN as well! :)

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You weren’t entirely sure how it got to this point. Lucifer’s temper could certainly be short at times, but never like this. All you could do was stumble backwards and watch helplessly as two sharp horns grew from his head and a spiked black tail whipped out from underneath his coattails. Your heart beat against your chest in a desperate attempt to escape your body, perhaps the situation, and something between fear and awe clung to your bones at the sight unfolding before you. 

Those eyes you loved so much disappeared in an instant, instead replaced with ones of complete and utter fury. You frightfully watched the way they darkened to a deep red, the gold rings of his irises shining through Hell’s smoke-filled air. 

You were looking at the King of Hell. 

“Lucifer!” You tried to call out, but your voice was lost in the gust of wind that picked up around him. It whirled around the both of you and tousled your hair. It wasn’t particularly chilly, but it still sent shivers up your spine and spread goosebumps across your skin in its wake.

He bared his teeth in a low growl, and the wind burst into flame. The ground rumbled beneath your feet and you just barely managed to leap out of the way as a flurry of inferno shot past you and towards the Radio Demon. Alastor stood not too far away with that ever-present smile on his face twisting into a haunting grin. 

There was not a trace of fear in that smug expression.

He knew how this would end.  

He too was shifting into his own display of power. Black tentacles sprouted from his back and hoisted him into the air. His limbs extended in an unnatural manner, his demonic power a stark difference to the angelic ones Lucifer possessed. It was only a matter of time before their constant bickering erupted into something far worse. Far dangerous. 

And Charlie was nowhere to be seen. 

You realised her father grew noticeably taller in this demonic form as well. From the ground you had the perfect view of his now towering form and your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer’s claws swelled and doubled in size, poised for attack. Golden eyes opened up on the inside of his coattails and you gaped at the resemblance he had to a Seraphim. Sometimes you forgot he used to be an Angel. 

The two demons were seconds away from breaking out into battle, and you knew this would end badly. Lucifer couldn’t actually harm sinners, but sinners could without a doubt harm him. Alastor especially. Everyone knew the horrors he could unleash with his power, and Charlie wasn’t there to stop it this time. 

You had to do something, and quickly. 

Without thinking it through, you scrambled to your feet and rushed towards Lucifer. Alarm bells blared in your mind as you practically threw yourself at him. He only had a split second to realise what was happening before you reached up to grab his face, then pulled him down to meet your lips. 

The alarms stopped. Your mind went blank. 

A surprised noise vibrated in his throat as you moved your lips against his almost desperately. It didn’t take long for him to begin returning the gesture, head tilting to the side as he relaxed into it and moved a hand to the side of your jaw. You could still feel the warmth of the flame in the skin of his palm and the sharpness of his claws against your skin. 

You kissed him with desperation, yet he was kissing you in an almost feverish manner. Like a man starved. Like he hadn’t done such a thing in years. And perhaps he hadn’t. 

It felt like hours before you finally pulled away to look him in the eye. 

What the fuck did you just do?

He glanced at you through hooded eyes at first. You felt your veins burst to life at the sheer lust that burned within those crimson eyes. Until it dawned on him what just happened. His face immediately turned a bright shade of red and he stumbled over his words. 

“I—What—You—” 

Your words seemed to have failed you as well, because all you could do was stare back at him with your own wide eyes and hot cheeks at the realisation of what you just did. 

“Oh my god—” You eventually managed to get out, stepping back nervously. 

“I’m so sorry, I—I don’t know what I was thinking, I just—” It all came out at once in a word vomit of apologies and half-finished explanations. 

He frowned ever so slightly as you backed away, words still spilling from your mouth. His demonic features retreated back into himself, and in the blink of an eye he was back to his normal self, carefully reaching out towards you. 

He gently grabbed your hands in his, silencing the apologies spewing from you. There was a newfound look in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place. They sparkled with their usual warmth, yes, but there was something else swirling around in them as well. Up close you could see the lingering redness of his cheeks. 

You opened your mouth to say something, another horrified apology for your actions, but the words were sucked out of you as his lips met yours once more. The kiss was more deliberate this time. Slower. Soft. Your eyes fluttered shut. His hands rested on either side of your jaw to guide you through the movement, and yours pressed gently against his chest. 

For the next few moments, you swore you’d walked through Heaven’s gates right then and there. Everything felt just perfect, just right. His touch was entirely too tender, holding you like you were the most fragile thing in all of creation. He moved closer. Your chests grazed one another. It was all so electrifying. 

And then he pulled away. 

There was a brief moment where the two of you were pressed together, nudging noses, breathless. Between the loss of his lips and your need for air, your mind was spinning out of control. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He murmured, resting his forehead against yours. 

You almost jolted at his words, heart stuttering violently. You felt dizzy and likely would have already collapsed if it weren’t for his steady hands. 

“Me too.” You whispered. 

Lucifer broke out into a grin. And then he was laughing. You couldn’t help yourself, either. The two of you giggled together as he pulled you in for an embrace and twirled you around. 

When you calmed down, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Thank you.” He hummed, fingers caressing your face. 

You cast a glance over his shoulder at the reminder of why the two of you were there in the first place. Alastor was gone. You returned your gaze to his and smiled. 

Maybe Charlie should leave more often.

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600 Followers Celebration ♡ Chosen prompt: #23 "I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist." Requested by: @stormy-knight134

You fell backward onto the bed, and Lucifer's body immediately followed, covering yours as the mattress dipped beneath his weight. He settled naturally between your legs, his warmth enveloping you, and you slipped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. A low, satisfied groan rumbled in his throat as he captured your lips again, kissing you with a hunger that had clearly been waiting far too long.

You had been circling each other ever since Lucifer returned to Charlie's life, ever since he had taken up residence at the hotel. The attraction had been immediate, undeniable, lingering in every glance and every conversation, but neither of you had dared act on it. First because he was the King of Hell, and second because Charlie had needed both of you. There had always been another crisis, another enemy, another reason to wait.

Now there wasn't.

No more excuses.

It had started in one of the hotel's quiet hallways. A lingering glance had become a smile. A brush of fingertips had become a hand refusing to let go. Before either of you truly understood what was happening, your back was pressed against the wall and Lucifer's lips were on yours, years of restrained longing finally collapsing between a single heartbeat and the next.

Now his body trembled above yours, an intoxicating warmth radiating from him.

"Lucifer..." you whispered breathlessly.

He answered with another quiet groan before trailing kisses down your jaw, across your throat, lingering against your pulse as though memorizing it.

"Y/N..." he murmured against your skin. "I've dreamed about this moment... more times than I'd ever admit."

Your fingers slid into his soft blond hair, gently curling around the strands until he lifted his head to look at you.

"Really?" you asked, surprised despite the teasing smile tugging at your lips.

A smile spread across his own.

"Really."

He brushed another featherlight kiss across your mouth before his hands drifted carefully over your sides, slow enough to give you every opportunity to stop him. Instead, you arched into his touch.

His gaze never left yours.

You had never seen him look at anyone like this.

Not with desire alone.

With awe.

As though he couldn't quite believe you were real.

"You've imagined this?" you asked softly.

He laughed under his breath.

"Oh, sweetheart..."

His forehead rested against yours.

"I dreamed of having your legs wrapped around my waist," he growled.

He rolled his hips against yours, and there was no mistaking it. He was hard, aching, more than ready for the next step. A smile spread across your lips as you caught your lower lip between your teeth, and his crimson eyes darkened with desire.

"And what else did you dream about?" you asked, arching your hips teasingly against him.

His breath caught.

"Let me show you."

With that, he undid his trousers before crashing his lips back onto yours, devouring your mouth while his trembling hands worked at the fastening of your own. Clothes disappeared one by one, discarded carelessly onto the floor as you became tangled together in the sheets, neither of you able to keep your hands off the other.

You let out a soft moan as he finally entered you, your fingers tightening in his blond hair. He buried his face against your neck with a breathless groan, his movements slow, reverent, as though he wanted to savor every second of finally having you in his arms. Each gentle thrust sent pleasure coursing through your body until stars danced behind your eyes.

Lucifer pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his cheeks flushed, his golden eyes bright with wonder.

"So much better than my dreams," he growled before capturing your lips once more.

[damsel-loves-machines]

I was wandering around Arundel Mills wait for a show to start in the casino nearby and I came across this.

IF YOU WERE REAL, I’D TAKE YOU THERE FIRST DAY 😭😭😭

[willoryn]

Lucifer who doesn't fully remember your name yet but instead of calling you another name entirely he panics and calls you "sweetheart"

[damsel-loves-machines]

You are taken by surprise by his pet name for you and, without much critical thinking but all of your anxiety, call him “handsome” in return.

[willoryn]

Omg and it just becomes like a game between you where you both start calling eachother a new term of endearment every day 😭😭

[willoryn]

From the moment you rescued him from the battery and the days following when he's still bedridden and healing from his wounds, occasionally some of his angelic energy will still spark around him and zap you, especially when you kiss or touch him, tickling you a bit. It never fails to startle you when it happens, but it always draws out a giggle from you 🥺🥺 it makes him smile every time, making him completely forget about the pain he's in~

Your smile and laughter are truly healing to him 💕

[luciferssecondwife]

OH MY GOD LUCIFER! LUCIFER I LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOUR VOICE, YOUR SMILE, YOUR STUPID BLEP YOU DO!! HOW YOU WALK, HOW YOU TALK!! BOY I NEED YOU!!

Featuring me if I was in Hazbin Hotel because I would not be able to physically contain my love for that silly snake dork.

[rivers-and-reeds]

If you have an f/o who's stubborn or holds other people's opinions in low regard, imagine being one of the only people they will listen to.

Even if they're upset, or angry, or caught up in excitement in their own ideas... The moment you speak up, they pause. Their expression softens the moment they hear you, subtle enough you almost miss it. They listen, brow furrowed in thought, and whilst you speak you can tell their turning your words over carefully in their mind.

They might ask follow-up questions, try to sway you to their side, or even disagree completely: regardless of their response, it's clear from the way they behave—speaking to you directly and as an equal, a level of respect often withheld from others—that they take your thoughts and feelings on the matter incredibly seriously.

Where others' opinions are immediately dismissed, scorned, or plainly ignored, yours is held with care, valued just as highly as their own. After all, you're one of the few people they truly trust and believe in. Their faith in you is not to be taken lightly.

[golden-violin]

What’s your favorite duck and why?

“I don’t have a favorite. I love ‘em all equally!” Not talking about Lady Rubber Lili-Quackington Of Duckshire III.

[golden-violin]

would i get electrocuted if i rub the red spots on your cheeks like when rubbing the cheeks of a pikachu or would i catch fire

“Both. Next question.”

[golden-violin]

Hey luci i got you something~

https://youtu.be/Bs2raNrqv30?si=P1etSu4AaHiqW9Ia

(Even has the perfect music to go with it 🤣)

“I HEAR THEM CALLING ME! I MUST JOIN THEM!”

[golden-violin]

made a duck. what should their name be? my friend suggested Scrooge McDuck, but I already have a plush named that lol.

(ooc btw)

Lucifer took one look at the duck.

“.. Sir Quackington of Waddling Duckington III.”

[golden-violin]

People who saying you’re weak clearly didn’t see what you did to Adam’s handsome face. That was probably the most fun you’ve had in centuries

“True. Very true.”

[golden-violin]

so your hands are all black and not gloves, does that mean youre wearing boots or are those your weird lil feets

“Boots. Why would I not- you know what never mind.”