Damn, I Wish To Read A Good Fanfic Or One Shot From Dark Speakerman X Reader, I Don't Care If It's Female

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

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

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

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?

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.