Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) & Morningstar!Reader
Vox (Hazbin Hotel) x Morningstar!Reader
○● You don't know what you were getting into by letting this so called "TV" demon invade your life like an unshakable leech. He's loud, obnoxious, and incredibly full of himself, but one of the more interesting sinners you had the chance of meeting. He's far removed from all the troubles you have to deal with daily, so spending time with him is akin to a breath of fresh air.
Lets hope you don't regret it.
Woops. Posted this a while ago on A03 and just forgot to do it here lol. Finally covering the other side of the relationship and god they're such a mess. Can't wait to get into it :)
Vox isn't in this part, but he will be in the next one!
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Reader POV
[☆Part 1]
Vox POV
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“Can we go outside?”
Your voice cuts through the silence of the workshop as you watch your dad flutter about the place from your spot perched on the windowsill. He's quick to perk up at your request, putting down his current project on his desk to coo up at you.
“Of course we can. Let me put away a few things then we can go to the garden okay?”
Just as fast and as chaotic when he was working, he starts moving things from his desk into drawers and onto random piles of stuff in ways you can't make sense of. When he starts moving things from piles to other piles, you stop watching him and turn to look out the window.
There were many gadgets and trinkets strewn about the floor, chairs, and tables (with a growing collection of ducks scattered throughout each pile), so your dad left the window clear for you to sit whenever you decide to sneak in. The high vantage point allowed you to see him no matter where he was within the room, just as it allowed you to see Hell's skyline. From the city bellow to the heavens in the red sky above, the view always brought a smile to your face.
Some time passes with your dad cleaning and you waiting while counting the buildings you could see in the city. When the noise of metal, wood, and rubber come to a stop you turn your head to look at the workshop again, but instead of seeing your dad waiting for you to hop down from the window, he's staring at a random duck. The room looks just as messy as it did before you turned away and now he's not even moving. You puff up your cheeks the tiniest bit and use one of the piles of metal bits to climb down from the window and make your way over to him. You almost trip a few times on the many objects on the floor, but your dad never seems to notice, not even when you're finally able to reach him.
Now that you're closer you're able to make out more details on the duck; it's purple eyes stare you down with it's lower half being a smudged and watery darker shade. It's not finished, and with the way your dad continues to stare at it you start thinking he might chose to finish it instead of go out with you, so you tug on the end of his coat to grab his attention. He jumps and rubs his face, but you only giggle at his silly nature.
He leans down so you can look him in the eyes and coos at you again, “Hey little birdie. Your daddy's alright, just got a little lost in thought. Thanks for finding me and bringing me back.”
He pinches your cheeks making you squeal and try to push his hands away from you. He lets go without much of a fight, but before he pulls away too far you grab the edge of his sleeve to keep his eyes on you.
“Can we go to the city today? Mom showed me something cool yesterday and said it was from there!”
You watch as your dads face falls and something starts to feel wrong. He looks between you and the duck as he bites his lip, something he always says you shouldn't do. You don't know what's wrong, so you let go of his sleeve to pat his face and get him to stop.
“Daddy? What's wrong? You said biting your lip is bad.”
That does get him to let go of his lip and smile at you, but he still doesn't look very happy. He grabs ahold of your hand and pulls it away from his face, mumbling out a few words to say you're right before looking sad again.
“You’re… not ready for the city yet. It’s too…” He pauses for a moment, waving his other hand around with his face scrunching up further, “everything. So we're staying in the garden.”
You don't get it. The city being everything doesn't make any sense, and you're mom leaves for the city all the time anyway. She even brought Charlie with her once, so why can't you go? You want to see all the cool things she sometimes brings back for you up close!
You puff up your cheeks and keep your sight on your dad so he doesn't poof away, “What does too everything even mean.”
“Well,” he starts, running his hand through his hair and almost knocking over his hat, “All the sinners live there for one, which is enough of a reason alone, and I doubt any of them know how to act around a kid if it hit them—”
“What’s wrong with the sinners?” You say, cutting your dad off and tilting your head, “Are they sick? Is that why mom is there all the time? Does her singing help them feel better too?”
He sputters and flails his arms around, but you don't think it's that funny this time. You raise your hand to poke at his face, but he stops moving to grab your hand in between his.
“No they're not sick, but who cares! They’re all terrible people!”
“Why are they all bad?” You tilt your head again to the other side and pout, “Can’t some of them be good? Why would mom spend so much time with bad people?”
Your dad sighs and looks away. His hands start to get really sweaty and he keeps playing with your hand, so you try to pull away, but it's almost impossible for you. Even though he's sweaty and gentle, you can't move his hand with your strength alone. Just as you're about to consider biting him to make him let go, he looks back at you with a frown.
“Look kid. I’m not saying sinners can’t do good things, but it’ll probably be for a bad reason.” He lets go of your hands to cup your face, “To get down here they have to be bad people. If they were good people, they’d be in Heaven. So, what do you think a city full of sinners is?”
It's hard for you to keep your eyes on him. You know the answer your dad wants to hear and you know he won't move until you say what he wants. You clench your hands into fists at your side, feeling forced to agree with something without knowing why.
“Full of bad people…” You mumble your words, but your dad still smiles like you gifted him another handmade craft.
“Exactly! Your mother is just a very kind and strong person, so she can handle herself. You however, are still growing. That’s why we’re not going to any city in this ring and we’re going to stay here, on our property, and have fun in the garden. Okay?”
You still don't get it, and you don't know why he's so happy about it. How could everyone in the city be a bad person? There's so many of them it doesn't make sense at all! If they are all bad, you still don't understand how that would be a happy thing. You and Charlie making your dads ugly apron was a happy thing, you finally learning how to shoot a firework from your hands for the first time was a happy thing (even if you almost burned down the garden), but bad sinners? That's just sad.
Your dad squishes your cheeks and lets go, but you only huff and grab onto his sleeve before he can stand up again.
“But can’t one of them be good? It’s not hard to be nice, what if one of them got better?”
He sighs and easily pries you hand off his coat sleeve, “No it’s not hard, but they chose to be big meanies anyway. You won’t find a single good soul in that lot.”
He picks you up without any trouble even with you yelling in his ear to put you down. “Now let’s forget about those disappointments my whimsical wittle fire cracker and do something fun!”
He ignores every question you yell at him and sprints to the backyard. You let it go when you were finally outside, but something in you just refused to let the topic go. So, you ask about the sinners again a few days latter, and a few days after that, and a few weeks after that.
Weeks turn to months, months turn to years, and years turn to centuries. Not once could you bring yourself to believe in your fathers rhetoric. Even after he begun to add the more distasteful actions sinners committed in his reasons. Even after you grew old enough to head out to the city and see everything for yourself. You've watched sinners kill each other for sport, parade around other souls of the damned like pets, take what they're not owed from others without remorse, burn entire districts to the ground without batting an eye. And now, here you stand as an unwilling witness to the sheer massacre of the cities population all because one deer got a little bored.
Pentagram City has become a bloodbath.
Streets crack and buildings crumble to the ground unable to hold up the sheer size the perpetrator has grown to; none able to outrun a creature thrice there size while destroying buildings in their path. Cries and screams are heard from miles away as sinners plea and beg for their lives, all going unheeded and replaced with others as there's come to an end. The smell of iron and decay permeates the air and clings to your clothes like a leech, even as you stand alone in the street while the massacre has long since moved deeper into the city. There is not an inch of stone or tile that isn't covered in red; if you were to walk closer to the source you know it'd turn from the meagre coating it currently is to a pool up to your ankles.
Despite the atrocities you've subjected yourself to, that turn after turn sinners seem keen on proving your father correct, there's no way every sinner is as depraved as the last. There's no way every sinner revels in bathing in bloodshed or drinking booze until their minds shut down. There's no way…
You glance in the direction that deer walked off to, the trail of destruction left behind in his wake make obvious where he is. Your eyes flit over every crack still visible through the drying sea of blood, but as you take in the carnage left in his rampage you notice bits and pieces of viscera are laid about the street and rooftops. It would seem he is a messy eater.
You turn around to head back to your garden. You've seen enough for today.
Animal caretaker!reader but instead of Lucifer as a snake, you find him as a duck 🥺 maybe he's got a broken wing or he was caught in a trap and hurt his foot. Either way you rescue him and take him home. Now he gets to waddle around, swim in your bathtub, and loaf on your lap and receive head pets 🥰🥰🥰
If my sinner form had a tail I could never be around Lucifer because I know that thing would be wagging and swishing back and forth whenever he was near it would be so embarrassing 😣😣
Just thinking about pulling Lucifer away from his desk because you can tell he's getting anxious and stuck in his head. Again. An impromptu slow dance is the perfect remedy for whatever issue he's struggling with, despite his protests.
Of course it works. He feels lighter. His smile returns to his handsome face. Now he's more focused on matching the sway of your hips, staring into your beautiful eyes, and having the honor of twirling you around the room before dipping you with a sweet, grateful kiss. his worries don't seem as intimidating as before, and he can think with more of a level head.
Lucifer eating the reader out for the first time and they squish his head between their thighs-
just, squish, and he starts purring and his tail is goin haywire... unsquish and he big sad then repeat until Reader finally understands that the king loves being squashed by his loves~❤️
Oh he loooooves being smushed between your plushie thighs~
Imagine your eyes just following his tail as it happily swishes back and forth. you can feel the soft rumble of his purring against your mound as he rolls your clit around with his tongue. His blissful, half-lidded eyes watch you from between the soft embrace of your legs around his head. And his face looks so cute all squished like that hehehe
You have to remind Lucifer to keep moving his hips sometimes because he can't stop kissing you blind. He just gets lost in the taste of you. The softness of your lips. The sounds you make when his mouth is on yours as he's making love to you. He has to swallow them all, you see.
He will pull away with a little apology and resume his thrusting for a time. But it's only so long until you see his eyes drop down to your slightly agape mouth and you see that yearning in his eyes again. That hunger. And it makes your heart bounce and flutter in your chest with anticipation for him to claim it once again~
Prompts; They get hurt to save you. // They let you hold them. Requests open at time of writing.
Congratulations on being my first request haha! Of course you can - he’d definitely ‘let’ you hold him in the most begrudging, I-can’t-physically-stop-you way possible. Hope you like it!
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You had thought the angels were gone. You were convinced, in fact, that you were safe and there was nothing more to worry about. So when three appeared from nowhere and charged towards you all at once, you didn’t stand a chance.
Years of muscle memory meant you had your angel blade in hand before they got to you. Your gut told you to run for the closest one, the one a little apart from the others. Your weapon pierced its heart without hesitation, before it could take a swing at you. There wasn’t time to contemplate the pour soul the creature had been occupying as a vessel.
But it became apparent all too quickly that the others had moved faster than you had anticipated. There was one on each side of you now, bolting towards you and fully armed. Their one and only aim was your death. You were trying to turn around fast enough, to get into a defensive stance before it was too late. But there simply wasn’t time. You braced for the impact of a blade, even as you raised your own. Because if you were going down, at least one of them was going with you.
But the hit never came.
Your vision was rendered useless for a moment as pure white light erased everything around you, sending you off balance. The piercing scream you had come to expect when dealing with angels blocked out every thought in your head. When the noise and the light died down, you almost thought you were hallucinating.
Between you and your enemies was Lucifer, standing tall and proud as ever. The angels were still for just a fraction of a second. And then reality came crashing back in when blood started to bloom through the back of Lucifer’s cream coloured jacket. He coughed, keeping his feet but swaying. You rushed forwards to see one of the angels drop dead by his hand, its weapon glistening with the blood of Lucifer’s vessel. The other one had its own blade still embedded in his side. The archangel’s eyes glowed red, but the show vanished quickly. He was in no condition to fight and the last creature knew it.
You, on the other hand, were quite the opposite. You were already keyed up from the fight, and now not only had Lucifer flown to your aid – a miracle in and of itself – but some ordinary every day angel had managed to injure him. You intended to kill it as quickly as possible. But as it drew back its arm to face you, it snatched the blade from Lucifer’s side. He collapsed without a word.
You swore, drawn into another round of a fight you couldn’t concentrate on out of fear for Lucifer. You stayed defensive, keeping yourself between the angel and the Devil. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself if you failed. Every step and swing seemed sluggish, like your foe was dragging out your fight, trying to tire you. You would have thanked any deity listening when you landed the final blow.
You glanced around briefly to make sure no other problems had materialised, then dropped to your knees beside Lucifer. He groaned quietly, covering his wounds with his hands where he laid on his side. There was blood at the corner of his mouth.
You almost laid a hand on his shoulder, then thought better of it. He could have had enough juice left to smite you, after all.
“Lucifer?” You asked, leaning down as you tried to get his attention. “Can you hear me?”
“‘Course I can hear you,” he snapped, but it lacked its usual fire.
His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth bared as he tried to deal with the pain. You itched to cover his wounds with something, to get a first aid kit from the car and start trying to limit the damage. But he wasn’t human, however much he looked it. And he wasn’t going to let you babysit him that easily.
“Can I do anything?” You tried instead.
It took a lot of willpower not to wither when his eyes opened a fraction, pinning you with a furious glare.
“Yeah, tell you what,” he snarled, “unclip my wings. Then I can heal myself before Nick here bleeds out on me.”
Your words got stuck in the back of your throat. That at least meant Lucifer himself wasn’t in danger of dying, but clearly the angelic steel had taken its toll. You didn’t know what would happen to him if he lost his vessel now. But you also couldn’t reverse the magic that was keeping Lucifer’s power in check. You didn’t even know how he’d managed to break enough of it to fly in and save you. You hesitated.
“I don’t-”
“I know. You don’t know how to, you can’t because the Winchesters said so. Heard it before.”
He cut himself off with an aborted gasp, and a shudder which he failed to conceal. Your stomach twisted with worry.
“No, don’t do that,” Lucifer muttered, waving a hand around almost at random and catching your pant leg. It left a slash of red in its wake. “Don’t wanna hear it.”
You sat up straighter at the sudden slurred way he was speaking. Archangel or not, you had to do something. You left without another word to get the first aid kit, taking your place beside him again as quickly as you could. Lucifer watched vaguely, with disinterest as you began tipping out packaged bandages onto the grass.
“Won’t help,” he announced. “Don’t need it. ‘M an angel, it’ll heal.”
His eyes now seemed to be closed out of tiredness rather than as a coping strategy. Not a good sign. You rested a hand on top of his and then grasped his wrist as you tried to pull his hand away to get a better look at his wound. He resisted with a strength you hadn’t expected.
“Lucifer, come on. Please let me help,” you said, hearing the burgeoning panic in your own voice even though you tried to disguise it. “You have to-”
Your mouth went dry, your words failing you as he sat bolt upright and loomed forwards into your space. His eyes flickered red once again.
“I don’t have to do anything, you pathetic little-”
His face blanched, screwed up in pain. And he collapsed directly onto you. You caught him automatically, because just letting him fall to the ground had never once been an option. His head ended up against your shoulder, your arms wrapped around him and keeping him as stable as you could manage. His hair, soft and longer at the top, brushed your cheek.
Trying to comfort him was equally as automatic.
“Okay, you’re alr-”
“Shut up,” he ground out, pressing his forehead harder against your shoulder to block out some of the pain.
He wasn’t strong enough to raise his head.
So, in the absence of being able to give him medical aid, you did the next best thing. You adjusted your grip until it was more of a hug than a frantic catch. You laid flat palms against his back, dared to gently brush your thumb up and down where you held him. When he didn’t bite your head off, you carried on.
“I don’t get you,” he mumbled, close enough that you felt his breath over your collarbone. “Why you give a crap.”
You had to fight not to smile.
“You did just save my life,” you murmured, the words playful in the hopes he wouldn’t get cross again. “That has to count for something.”
He stayed quiet for a moment. But the next time he told you to shut up, there wasn’t really any bite in it at all.
( https://www.tumblr.com/willoryn/824753124731404288/okay-hear-me-out-lucifer-and-hypno-kink-like?source=share )
Going further with this, cause I'm an absolute slut for hypnosis, imagine Lucifer using his hypnosis to have fun with you and toy with you. Placing some triggers that he can use to tease you with whenever your being bratty or he's feeling just a little flirty he'll mutter something like "Who's Luci's puppy?~" and you just melt.
AAAAA what a scoundrel he is!!
You're being bratty and a relentless tease and all he has to do is look in your eyes and say "Tsk tsk, that's not nice, is it~? be sweet for me now~" and you're suddenly placid. Melting in his arms, collapsing into him and nuzzling against his chest like a tired kitten seeking his warmth. He just wraps his arms around you and smiles down at your now calm, blissful expression. Purring in approval and petting your head. "there's my good little pet~"
It's only for a moment, though, as per your terms. Then the spell is broken and you're snapping out of it mid-nuzzle. You return to your bratty ways and huff at him when you realize what happened.
"Ass." you mumble, your cheeks heating up. Yet you don't pull away from his chest and he just chuckles at you. You're so cute, he can't help but mess with you~
