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tai lung is so dramatic. i mean, why is it that while other masters appear ordinary or menacingly, he behaves as if this is the third coming? just look at this martyr's pose, i can't- 😭🤣🤣
serving drama
serving cunt
Tai Lung could not become the defender of the valley as a dragon warrior, but he was able to become the one who keeps order in the spirit world.
Yes, I like to think that Tai Lung has become something of a cop, having gone into compensation. the fact that he waited until all the villains returned home and was the one who took the chameleon "into custody" so that she would not escape only reinforces my opinion.
Why he so cool all the time teach me the method plz
dominant male s/o smut headcanons ; 18+
requested by : anonymous [14/03/24]
original request : ‘There is clearly a lack of x male reader in the Hazbin Hotel fandom, so maybe I could request Lucifer and Adam with a soft dom male reader. (Im not sure If I can request more that one character tho)’
pairing : submissive leaning switch!lucifer morningstar x dominant!male!reader insert
content : dom/sub dynamic between characters, lucifer having a praise kink, brief mentions of bondage (lucifer being tied up), implied body worship if you squint at one bullet point (lucifer receiving), cock-warming (reader receiving), overstimulation (lucifer receiving), some mentions of brat!lucifer at the end of the post
warnings : sexually explicit content
note : you can absolutely request multiple characters and the second part of this request (featuring the other listed character) will be out at some point next week ^^
masterlists : sfw nsfw
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
although lucifer himself is a switch and is more than comfortable with taking on a dominant role in the bedroom, there is definitely a very strong part of him that enjoys being able to hand over control to someone else for a change — so, needless to say, having a boyfriend that was willing and eager to take on a dominant role in his stead would be something lucifer would be extremely open to
a good 90% of the time lucifer does his best to be ‘good’ for you (following your instructions to the letter, answering your questions immediately, only allowing himself to climax when you give him permission to, and so on), because he absolutely lives for your praise and undivided attention in the bedroom after being on his own for so long
call him ‘good boy’, ‘pretty’, ‘well trained’ and the like and you’ll get to see his pale cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of red as he shuffles in place and lets himself bask in those attentions — bonus points if you gently coaxe him into meeting your gaze when you’re saying this because he gets far too flustered to speak
tie his hands behind his back or above his head (or, if you’re feeling a bit mean, simply instruct him to hold them there without binding them in anyway and test how strong his resolve really is) and spend hours at a time smothering him in affection and praise: kiss down from the column of his throat to his chest and to the apex of his thighs, gently massage his legs and sides, pepper kisses and gentle bites along his throat and jawline, whisper compliments against his skin, gently brush your fingers through the feathers of his wings when they spring up out of his back — listen to every whimper and sigh and sob that comes out of his pretty lips as he tries his best to stay still and wait for you to finally, finally, put your hands or mouth on his straining dick as a reward for being so very good and patient for you
have him cockwarm you whilst he’s sorting through documents for lulu land or the hotel, lazily stroking circles into his hips with the pads of your thumbs as you encourage him to keep on going and promise to reward him for being such a good boy for you all day
and when he’s earned it, fuck him until there are tears streaming down his cheeks and all he can do is babble something vaguely like your name as he desperately tries to pull you closer with shaking hands — he’s strong enough to take anything you give him, really he is, so feel free to keep on pushing him through orgasm after orgasm until the only thing he can remember is how good your cock feels inside of him and the shape of your name on his lips
(or until you’re too exhausted to go on… whichever comes first)
he’s also just as happy to top you if you’re more comfortable being on the receiving end — he’s nothing if not a gentleman after all — so long as you’re still praising him and telling him what to do, he’s content with making love to you in any way that you prefer
then, of course, there’s the remaining 10% where all of his patience gets thrown out of the window and you get to see just how much of a brat the prince of pride can be
he gets demanding, impatient, and desperate until he’s swiftly put in his place and reminded that you’re the one in charge and he won’t get anything from you until he starts behaving again
(in all honesty he’s a pretty easy brat to tame if you leverage his praise kink and his desperation by having him cockwarm you whilst you edge him with your hand, asking him if he’s going to start behaving and reminding him that brats don’t get rewards — he’ll break before long and get all teary eyed as he apologises and begs you to let him cum)
Damn, I wish to read a good fanfic or one shot from Dark Speakerman x reader, I don't care if it's female or male, I just need to read some Dark
(the fanart is not mine lol)
THIS IS AWESOME, I need more of this
Got a request for Adam x reader and I'm not sure if they meant ftm reader since I been doing a lot of those so I think I'll answer their request with just gender nuetral reader but that got thinking about Adam x FTM reader so here's this
He got the Spirit
Adam x ftm reader
Cw: mentions of gender dysphoria, Adam not knowing shit,
My man is egotistical and clueless
If he were to date a trans man he would probably say some things that come off as offensive though he didn't mean them to
If he really upset you though he'd learn his lesson and never give up on making it up to you
You'd need to be pretty patient with him
It's likely this is all very new to him despite being around since the beginning of humanity
As soon as he learns about gender euphoria he's going to consistently try to be gender affirming
He'd call you the man, his macho boyfriend and probably anything else really on the nose
He'd take you out to do manly stuff together
As dumb and possibly inappropriate all of this sounds he truly means well
If you're into loveable idiots he's your guy lol
If you were struggling with gender dysphoria he'd be a deer caught in headlights at first but he would try to comfort you
The more he learns the better he gets
And he might take a while to learn things but he would definitely care about what's important to you
When it comes to being affectionate he's not much a cuddler but he is huge on pda and will show you off to everyone. "This is my hot as f#ck boyfriend!" It's not meant to be objectifying he's just proud to call you his boyfriend and he feels lucky so he wants everyone to see how lucky he is
All in all he got the spirit lol
What if the devil was kinda pathetic? What if he just really needs therapy? And what if he was a well meaning but absent father?
OH GOD... just look at this
I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer, I love Lucifer... Did I already say I love Lucifer?
hii! how are u?? hope I'm not bothering!
could u do headcanons Adam x (preferly) male angel! Reader who is very kind, sweet, sensitive and never curses? SFW and NSFW preferly! if u don't feel confortable writing NSFW headcanons,just SFW <3
A/N: Never a bother! Hope this is what you envisioned
SFW
You were the perfect angel
You didn’t swear, you were always kind to everyone, and everyone liked you
Especially Adam
Adam became obsessed with trying to get you to curse
He also became obsessed with flirting with you just for your consistently flustered reactions
“What’s up, handsome? You have to be tired of being perfect all the time. Say fuck for me, pretty please?”
He’s so insistent but you never break
You’ve never sworn and you never will
NSFW
Adam may or may not have a sort of kink for your innocence.
He knows damn well you don’t masturbate and have never been touched and that thrills him
His constant flirting wears you down and one day you find yourself at his place
He kisses you and leads you to the bedroom and we all know where it’s going from here
Adam is a top, through and through
He could never bottom, it’s a power and control thing for him, he refuses to submit
But you’re the perfect bottom
He loves the sounds you make as he touches parts of your body that have never been touched
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, babe.”
You discover you have a kink for his dirty talk
Adam is more than happy to continue
“You like when I touch your dick? Like this? Yeah, that moan was so pretty, let’s see what other noises you can make.”
There's no Lucifer x Male!Reader, I'm going crazy because everytime I read a Lucifer x Afab!Reader I have to try and switch in my head what is said like in my head I have to transform it from "boobs" to "abs" 😭😭😭
How would adam react if he gets a gift from Reader?
Adam is literally so touched that you got him a gift
The fact that you looked at it and thought “Adam would like this” just confirmed to him that you thought about him as much as he thought about you
Adam has actually never received a gift before
Lilith and Eve never did such niceties for him
If it’s a piece of clothing or jewlery he will wear it everywhere, all the time
If it’s an object that can fit in his pocket, he’ll have it on him at all times, and if it doesn’t, he’ll put it on display in his bedroom
Brags to Lute about it
“Look what (Name) got me.”
Will literally be talking about it for days, to the point where Lute tells you to never buy him anything again
Despite all this, he’ll act super nonchalant when you give it to him
So nonchalant you don’t know if he likes it
“I can return it–”
“Fuck off, it’s mine.”
Won’t say thank you but his appreciation will be on display for the next few days because he’s literally giddy about this
It’s kind of cute
Even brags about it to Sera
I would like to think he chooses to be fun-sized because Lilith liked him that way XD
Besties 💅🏻
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"IF U SHOWED SKIBIDI TOILET TO A MEDIEVAL PEASANT THEYD LOSE THEIR MIND!!"
Nah I think a medieval peasant would absolutely be able to comprehend and laugh about "what if a man's head popped out of your privy and sang a silly song"
Just finished my Lucifer cat design! I now have enough for a sticker sheet. Up next are the Vs.
alright fuck it reblog this I'm curious to see how fast it gets flagged
MWOOEEEEE
Trans bears <3
Okey,
I was reading a bit of Lucifer and I thought what would happen if there was a Lucifer x m!reader but the reader is the angel Gabriel, but not the original, but the one from the version The Mandela Catalog (I was not very involved in the fandom, but I understand that the angel who claims to be Gabriel is not, but we must avoid that!) well, well, continuing, the reader who is the angel Gabriel does his misdeeds in the human world therefore he becomes a fallen angel and now has to live with Lucifer.
The idea is not very developed, but it is what it is, I will try to write something about it but it doesn't promise anything
This is at LEAST half of the Hazbin Hotel tag
Okay but Lucifer or William Afton? There can only be one sexyman
Oh it’s not even close, Lucifer is THE sexyman. Dude’s the complete package. The only reason Afton is hot is because he’s played by Matthew Lillard in the movie! Lucifer has a goofy personality, an angelic singing voice, and he adores his daughter unlike a certain rabbit man
HOLYYYYY SHITTT, when Lucifer said “if only I were yours” it reminded me of the song Mine by think & g herbo, bye I'm going to listen to it
Worthy {PT 1/2}
Parings: Lucifer Morningstar x Sinner!Dom!Reader
Warnings: no one in this chapter, just a little bit of swearing and an hurt/comfort situation
Words: don’t know, more than 7000
Summary: After returning to the hotel from a day at work, you find Lucifer sitting alone and in misery. A confrontation ensues that you would never have imagined in your unlife.
A/N: English is not my first language, I apologize for any errors but I also rely heavily on a translator. Criticisms and your opinions are always welcome. I decided to divide this mini ff into TWO parts. The second will be more spicy. Let me know who would like to be mentioned for next part! Enjoy!
You rushed in through the front door, waving your umbrella and shaking off the drops of acid rain that were quickly eating away at your jacket.
It was the fourth this week. Something was going wrong with the weather in the circle of pride.
The room had probably emptied by now given the time. There were only a few little sinners left in the armchair, entertaining themselves with their phones.
Their rooms must surely be near Alastor's radio tower. After several complaints it was discovered that the closer you were to it, the more those little gadgets seemed to have problems or interference.
“Don't be too late. Tomorrow morning Charlie will set up the new program for the week.” You communicated to them, moving behind the chair and letting a hand ruffle the younger sinner's hair.
He muttered something but nothing that was too rude towards you. As you approached the staircase back to your rooms, a white-clad figure at the bar caught your attention.
Lucifer was bent with his elbows on the table, between his fingers a half-full glass of some liquor that he had stolen from Husk's supplies.
With a loud sigh he brought it to his lips but before it could reach them, your fingers blocked the advance of the glass, pushing it down by the top again.
Lucifer turned to look at you quickly but his shoulders visibly relaxed when he acknowledged your presence.
“Whatever answer you are looking for, you won’t find it in that glass, sir.” You warned him and, in the distraction of his gaze on you, you slipped the glass from his hand, brought it to your mouth and emptied the contents down your throat.
The liquid burned faintly, causing you to cough barely. Yes, it had definitely touched Husk's good reserve.
“You've been out a long time today. Any news?” He asked as he watched you set the glass down in the sink, beyond the counter.
“Not much, really. Sinners are still very hesitant.” You shrugged but turned a happy smile on him. “At least they listen now, though. They don't accept, but they listen to what you have to say. Small steps.”
You and Lucifer met after Charlie hired you while she was in a meeting with Camilla. You worked with her in the beginning, identifying potential clients all around the circle.
Charlie probably saw some salesmanship in you that she could also exploit in convincing sinners to redeem themselves.
You were not a longtime sinner. You had recently died so you hadn’t had a chance to take an interest in the royal family.
The first time you saw Lucifer you expected something more threatening, malevolent.
Instead, you had been confronted by a little jumping baked bean who made pancakes in profusion for breakfast.
You had immediately sympathized with his personality. You considered yourself a very mild-mannered fellow so his influence was a healthy touch for your motivation as well.
You had also worked together on some proposals to present to the newcomers though with some difficulty in agreeing among yourselves.
For some strange reason his idea about the duck pool exceeded yours in preference. Seeing the hotel sinners enjoying themselves in the yellow duck pile was hilarious and utterly unbelievable.
Because of that, you had grown very close to the King and respected him very much.
Therefore, seeing him in such a pitiful state as he was in at that very moment threw a sense of unease upon you.
“Shitty day for you too?” You asked, almost as if you were disinterested. If he didn't want to answer, he could have ignored you and not felt forced to necessarily say anything.
However, the soft sound of sobbing reached your ears loud and clear.
You turned quickly but his face was bent away from you on his shoulder, not allowing you to look at him properly.
The only thing you could see was the tremor in his back and how his hands had closed forcibly on his crossed arms, resting on the counter.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the two remaining little sinners giggle over something they had seen on their phones, oblivious to what was happening a few feet away from them.
You didn't know what to do. Touching him seemed to be too much, and you weren't sure of your comforting skills at that moment. You felt you did not know him well enough to afford certain words of comfort.
So you did the only thing you thought wise.
Hide him.
Your coat slipped over him with a gentle rustle, covering him totally from head to toe thanks to your stature.
Lucifer turned in wonder at you, his eyes bright and red with unshed tears under the loose hood falling over his face.
You gave him a smile as his cheeks turned a soft rose color.
“You know, if you have any problems you can talk to me, right? I can't assure you a very good therapy session but I think it's good just to talk about it.”
The ex Angel remained motionless for a few seconds, and you read the situation as a choice to prefer silence.
You didn't blame him, in fact you were a little embarrassed that you had the temerity to propose such a thing to him.
You got up from your chair, ready to say good night to him and retreat when one of his black hands twisted around your wrist, preventing you from moving further away.
You blinked a few seconds, confused but returned with your butt to the chair, your body fully toward him.
“Today is eight years since Lilith left.”
You smiled sadly. You had to understand that Lilith was the reason. After all, she alone had the ability to make him unhappy, besides his daughter but she never made him unhappy.
“Oh, that must suck.”
“Yeah.”
You frowned. After eight whole years had the man still not moved on? And Lilith hadn't even deigned to give an explanation or try to communicate with him the whole time? What man waits for his wife for eight years without moving on with his own life? How could she refuse the love of such a pure being?
Fuck, she really doesn't deserve him! If only he were yours…
“Do you really think so?”
Lucifer's voice made you jerk.
“What?” You asked confusedly, forcing your heart to suppress that senseless anger born out of nowhere.
“What you said, that she doesn't deserve me...” his lips quivered and his eyes had reached the size of those of an needy dog.
Shit, had you said that out loud!?
“Um, I think so,” you shook your head, looking away from him. “I'm sorry, I had no authority to say that. It's just...I don't know...you're an exceptional person, Lucifer. You deserve the best.”
You bit your lip. That drink really must have had powerful effects to let you open up so much with a being who could disintegrate you with a snap of his fingers.
“I..…T-Thank you.”
Flabbergasted, you noticed how the king's pale face was slowly turning a scarlet red and stretching to below the collar of his shirt.
He was flattered by your words? Did he not intend to kill you for disrespecting him?
“I only said what I think.” You added at the end, as if to solidify that you had gotten away with it.
You went back to looking in front of you, now unsure of how to continue that conversation, and you noticed how a light complexion had been added to your own cheeks as well.
But it seemed that Lucifer had not finished.
“If I were yours...”
The lump of saliva you were trying to get down stuck in your throat and you began to cough convulsively in surprise.
“D-did you hear that too?!”
What the hell was wrong with you that day? You had never been so brazen and indelicate. But there was something about Lucifer that set off all the right points for you.
You couldn't reason with him.
“Do you mean it? Would you appreciate me if I was?”
His body language had changed. He still looked embarrassed but the way he leaned toward you, the fluttering eyelashes and a little pout on his lips clearly told you that something had changed for the better.
You didn't blame Eva for accepting that damn apple. The man was driving you crazy and you were sure he knew it.
The hood of the vest over his face brushed your forehead, awakening you from the little trance you had entered.
“I would. I would adore you as the king you are and deserve to be.” Your hand reached his neck, preventing him from advancing any further. “But you are not in the right condition, sir. I don't want to take advantage-“
He puts a finger to your lips, forcing you to be silent while, with the other, he gently supports your face.
“Show me.”
I LOVE LUCIFERR FRR
I wish Lucifer was my boyfriend, I would consent him so fine
hiiii so i might’ve been stalking your blog for the entire 3 hour car ride :33
can i pretty please request more aftercare fluff w/lucifer? i looove the way your write him!🫶🏻
have a good day/night‼️‼️
a/n — I meant to do this SO much earlier! Anyways i’m super sleepy right now and lowkey just want to write fluff so here’s this!
“Luci, you did so good. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” you coo down at Lucifer as he came down from his high.
It had been a particularly intense night, sex-wise, and it showed on the poor man’s face. He looked terribly spent and drenched in sweat.
His body was littered with love bites and bruises from you, adding to the pathetic image of him sprawled out on bed.
Your heart ached at the sight of him, “Aw, sweetie, did I go to hard on you?” You massage his cheek with your thumb, he leans into you.
“No it was— god, it was amazing. You were amazing,” He gazed up at you adoringly, “You are amazing.”
He looked at you with large doe eyes, “Can I help clean up, or anything?” He almost pleaded, desperate to help you.
Warm feelings of affection flooded your chest, “Lucifer,” you draw out, “Baby, you’ve already done so much for me. Give yourself a break, you look beat.”
Contrary to your point, Lucifer felt like he hadn’t done enough for you tonight. He almost felt guilty for receiving your love, especially if he didn’t think he reciprocated enough.
“Angel, please, I wanna help.” His eyes fell on you once again, gazing at you as if you put the stars in the sky.
He looked like a lost puppy, waiting for your command. You took pity on him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the sweetest, prettiest boy ever?” You spoke, words laced with sugar as you leaned down to plant kisses all over his cheeks.
He giggled dumbly, once again looking up at you and waiting for instructions on how to help.
“How about—“ you think, there wasn’t much you wanted him to do, especially in his state “—how about you sit here and look pretty while I run a bath?”
“My dear.” He warned, drawing out his words in a kinda of whine.
He didn’t look happy with this answer. As much as you wanted him to take it easy, he desperately wanted to help you clean up.
“Alright, I’ll go run a bath and you freshen up the area, how’s that sound?” you inquire, earning a much more approving expression.
With extra effort, you carefully helped him and yourself off the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.
He was obviously in pain as he left to go get a washcloth and fresh sheets, but as he was so determined to be of service to you, you let it slide.
You ran the bathtub water to a good temperature and lit some candles around it. When the tub looked, smelled, and felt appealing enough, you called out for Lucifer.
“How’s it going it there, babe? ‘Tubs ready,” you dip your toe in the water before sinking in fully.
“Be there in a moment, my love,” He called back, voice half-gone and groggy.
When he finally shows up in the room, he looks absolutely exhausted. Although objectively cleaner, he looks miles more disheveled than he did before tidying up.
Once again, your heart fills with love towards the man. He was already tired, and still put forth effort to clean up, just so you had to do less work.
“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at him, opening your arms and welcoming him in the bathtub.
All but reluctantly, he slinks towards you and practically falls into the water. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close to your chest.
He sighs and rests his head on you, happily curling up into you in the warm water.
“Hm, what candles did you light?” he asks quietly.
“I think something vanilla-y. You like it?”
“The vanilla ones are my favorite. I think this is vanilla bean,” He hums softly into your chest. You rub his back your hand and use the other one to fish over the side off he bathtub.
There, you pulled out three oddly specific rubber ducks; a yodeler duck, a chef duck, and a duck that actually blows bubbles out of his snout. These three were Lucifer’s favorite.
He gave a small gasp when you pulled them out and set them into the water. You could see him regaining a little energy.
“You know, the yodeler one has an interesting back story,” he practically gloated, pulling the ducks close to his chest.
“Oh?” you question, “Well, please share, then. Don’t leave me on the edge of my seat.” You pull him closer to your chest as he holds the yodeling duck up in the air.
“Well, I actually got the materials in a different layer of hell. The craft supplies was good but the food was terrible there,” he rambled on lazily.
Increasingly drowsily, he explains its back story and how he got to work and little details like that. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder to see if you were still listening, or even cared.
To his surprise, you always were. He subconsciously snuggled further into you. Sleep crept into his words every time he spoke until it was undeniably time to get out.
You were exhausted yourself. You lazily got out of the bathtub and dried off, Lucifer following soon after.
As to both get comfortable in bed, you rest your head on his shoulder and realize he had brought the ducks with him.
“Can I— can I keep explaining?” He asked timidly, yawning afterwards.
You pull him close and wrap your arms around his stomach, “For as long as you’re awake, sweetie.”
He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was passed out. Just as suspected, in few short minutes of Lucifer’s rambling, you were both sound asleep.
a/n — okay I HAVE to get some Vox content out after this because I have been lacking so much. There are lots of requests so expect more of him soon.