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Another WIP~ I love Uta. ❤️🤍

They always write a masterpiece

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

More Macaw Luffy, and a quick rundown on how I imagine this AU works! Because even if I just created it for the sake of fun I do like continuity.

Simple premise, everyone has wings, and usually tails and some other feathers. However, the majority of people don’t have wings strong enough to properly “fly”, instead they just glide and hop around. Devil Fruit users have the additional handicap of getting quickly exhausted if they try to fly over bodies of water.

The exceptions are as follows;

People with large wings and the strength to sustain flight; (ex: Dracule Mihawk)

People with Devil Fruits with the specific benefit of flight (ex: Marco)

People with Devil Fruits that can be used to propel them (ex: Ace)

People from the cloud islands, but outside of their own altitude it tends to be tricky.

Preening, chirping, etc. is all possible because I think it's fun.

This is a greasy Ace appreciation post

❝ ˓ PRETTY DOLL — ୨୧ !⠀

──────── ⵌ Satoru x bimbo Fem!reader.

— ୨୧ ! 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : Satoru thinks you have nothing interesting to contribute to his life besides your nice body.

— ୨୧ ! 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : obscenity, blowjob, slight degradation, no aftercare, female stereotypes, perhaps slight distress? Idk.

— ୨୧ ! 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 : doll, dear, baby.

❝ ˓ blue is my favorite color . . . ❞

You were weak, you were definitely weak and no one could argue with that, well, at least not Satoru, who despite guarding you with his life, couldn't help but think that you were somehow inferior to him ... And anyone else who would cross his path.

I mean, those cute little bulging eyes that only served to flutter those lush fake eyelashes every time he fucked your mouth drove him crazy, sure, and that expensive lip gloss that he took it upon himself to memorize the flavor was his favorite, but you were dumb, too much he'd say.

Maybe you'd make a good housewife, he thought. Looking for some excuse to the little impact you would have on his life as a wizard loved by all, but well, there was no point in thinking about the future when this was temporary, no? Or at least that's what he wants to convince himself every time he sticks his almost dreamy sized cock between your lips and disappears his fingers in your silky hair thanks to all that wasted product on artificial hair smelling like top brand Shampoo.

If your brain wasn't even useful on a daily basis, with a cock buried all the way down your throat it was even less so. He checked by his own means, really.

"Mh.. You like that, don't you?" his voice echoed slightly shakily in the hyper-feminine room full of pink, effeminate things as you could feel yourself choking from the monstrous size getting in the way of your whole mouth, but of course, the bimbo didn't even try to pull away.

"You drool like a baby, doesn't that gross you out? Look at that little face all teary... Poor thing." his words between degrading and mocking echoed in your ears, but they went in one ear and out the other, like most of the things he said to you.

Still, in the face of deaf ears, the body picks up on everything your brain doesn't, and Oh.... You could swear that riding his foot like this wasn't embarrassing, or at least not in the heat of the moment. They couldn't blame you when he had you semi-naked, kneeling on the floor and the tip of his exaggeratedly expensive shoe tapping against the folds of your pussy over the fabric of your panties, moving it in rhythm with the restless sway of your hips as you sucked his cock as if your brain was designed for that and only that.

"Mhhgggg~ 'toru..." the vibration of your voice sent all sorts of bursts of pleasure along every vein of the man's cock, stimulating every last nerve in Satoru's brain. In any other case he would have even scolded you for using that nickname, but for now, he was too busy pushing the back of your head eagerly to the base of his cock, forcing (not so forcing) you to take him fully between your plump lips wet with pre-seminal fluid mixed with your own saliva.

He thought himself incapable of considering you even someone in his life. He was a man of high esteem, loved and hated by all, with just enough money to buy himself the president's chair if he wanted to, women behind him were plenty and he never lacked for anything, but from the first time he experienced in the flesh how well you could handle his cock inside you, be it in your mouth, your hands, or either of your two nice holes, he declared himself addicted to a drug that was too bad. You were stupid and it made his head hurt, but it also made his cock twitch.

He felt himself throbbing in your mouth, the recognizable steaming heat in his stomach began to become impossible to ignore, and he gave himself away as he began pumping into your warm mouth more insistently and hard, not even bothering to leave the work to you, he could guide you as he pleased, and you, as always, let him.

The abuse to your throat was starting to hurt and the friction of his shoe on your pussy wasn't enough, but did you have the courage to do anything else? Even permission? No, you didn't, so you enjoyed what you had at your disposal: choking on this guy's painfully big cock in you, nothing more, nothing less, you were pathetically happy with that.

"Mhff..~ yeah, baby, like that, just hold still and let me do it for you" he said, selling his words as praise and help for your uncoordination, only to take charge of everything between his big hands to satisfy himself after that stupidly long mission.

And without warning, without even knocking on the door, your lips began to drip with that warm, thick milky-white liquid as it shot straight to your lips. It only took a tearful glance from your eyes to him to know what Satoru wanted, and as was now customary, almost routine, you swallowed it whole almost as if by reflex, absorbing along your throat that sweet and sour substance with exquisite touches that you had memorized the taste.

He withdrew quickly, not even bothering to stain your skimpy clothes with the droplets still present on the tip of his cock, painting your half-dressed tits an artistic white and dropping a couple of tiny droplets in your lap. His load was always a surprise to you, but also a gift you were willing to take.

"That's it, very good, my dear..." he said with a relieved groan, taking your shirt that was lying around on either side of the bed to wipe his cock like an old rag cleaning a pipe, tossed it back to its random place, followed by stowing his big pride between his boxers.

Ha, he hadn't even taken off any clothes, hopefully he had lifted his blindfold to watch you suck him like a whore, but to throw away his expensive suit? Girl, don't ask for so much luck either.

"That was enough for today, eh? You did great." he complimented in a complimentary voice, stroking your cum-stained cheek lightly with his thumb while his other hand settled your pants in place and zipped it up, followed by its button, which didn't even take a second hand to do it.

"Mh..~ yes?" you moaned with your voice hoarse from the pain in your throat, as if you were looking for some cute love words, like 'I love you', how pathetic.

'Mhm" he nodded with a smile, returning the blindfold to its original place as he took a step backwards away from her touch towards you and sighed with a slight chuckle at the sight of you a complete mess on the floor, a twisted feeling of pride and satisfaction coursing through his veins at the sight of your makeup all smeared and wasted.

"You're getting better and better, eh? But I'm afraid I must be going, my dear." here he comes with the same speech you had forgotten how many times he had told you. "You know, superiors and their delusions~" he excused in a sing-songy, casual tone, as if he hadn't left you halfway through your visual orgasm without even touching you directly. Too bad.

"Maybe I'll come back in the evening and we can cuddle, what do you think, dear?" he suggested, falsely, since he said 'maybe' you already knew that 'maybe' was a disguised 'no'.

"Mhm, yes, yes.." you replied like a fool, a silly little puppy looking up at him admiringly from the same spot on the ground, all giving an ending too fast to even react properly with your atrophied brain.

He bent down, giving you a furtive wet kiss to your slobbery, soggy lips, finally pulling away to begin his march out of your room, as he had done so many times before.

"... I'll wait for you." you murmured loud enough for him to hear you before walking out that wooden door. "Don't do it, doll" he finally replied, and the last thing you could make out was his sly smile and his white hair disappearing behind the oak door.

──────── ⵌ no copying or anything like that, although I apologize if the translation is bad.

──────── ⵌ it's my first story and I don't even speak English so I hope for understanding 😭.

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Learning To Get Along

A/N – So, a user on A03 suggested the snake servants’ new names. It was a stroke of genius on their behalf, and I can only thank them for it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

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Do you think you can manage that? Lucifer’s words hung in the air, creating an icy barrier between you.

So, Lucifer thought himself too good for low-life Sinners such as yourself. That wasn’t fair. Sinners might be in Hell for a reason, but sometimes such reasons were just fucking stupid. Heaven ought to base their entry requirements on a person’s character or strength of heart, not just their actions. You had met plenty of Sinners who were in Hell because of the most trivial shit.

There were those who liked to sleep around, but if sex positivity was a problem, then how did Heaven explain Angels like Adam, whom Charlie had told you about in excruciating detail. Lust shouldn’t have ever been considered a Sin, as long as all participants in any such carnal act were above age and consenting.

Then, there were a few murderers you knew. Granted, murder made the lines blurry, but some Sinners killed in self-defence, or only targeted others such as themselves, protecting the innocent in a very gruesome Dexter-like fashion. Were they really to be condemned? And who the fuck gave a damn about Sloth. So, some people were just bone idle, who gave a shit? Heaven apparently.

And now, the ruler of Hell was condemning those around him as well. He was supposed to care for his people, good or bad. Not to mention those who were solely created for or born in Hell, such as Imps, Hell-Hounds, or the Deadly Sins themselves; they hadn’t committed any crimes to get sent here originally – it was their home.

Your eyebrows furrowed, creating an annoyed crease along your forehead.

“No,” You told Lucifer, who stared at you incredulously.

No? Didn’t you understand the situation? He was Lucifer. King of Hell. He could destroy you with no effort spared, leaving no trace that you ever existed, and you were telling him no? He wasn’t an unreasonable guy, but how could you possibly think that being around him was a good idea? Did you respect Charlie more than you feared him? Granted, he didn’t go out much so few knew how powerful he was, but no other Sinner would dare deny him his wishes.

You saw the look he was giving you and decided to explain yourself.

“Look, I’m only here ‘cos Charlie thought it was a good idea, and if you genuinely hate me, I’ll go and you’ll never have to see me again, but you’re not even trying right now. You haven’t spoken to me. You don’t know anything about me, and frankly, I think Charlie’s right, you do need someone to talk to.”

“I don’t-” Lucifer started.

“You don’t even know why I’m down here,” You interrupted angrily, though you refrained from raising your voice. “And you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same. Ooh, we squandered your gift of Free Will and now we deserve to suffer for eternity, do we? Grow up!”

Lucifer stared at you in astonishment, and you sighed, apparently not finished in your tirade, “I’m going to my room tonight, but tomorrow, I expect that you’ll at least try to tolerate me. Who knows? We might even find some common ground. We both love Charlie, don’t we?”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say to that. He certainly loved his daughter, more than anything else in the universe, but you? He still suspected that you had some kind of ulterior motive… everyone in Hell did. Yet, you had a point. He would do this for her, even if it meant he had to tolerate you.

Who were you, really?

He looked at you closely for the first time, trying to pick out some detail of who you might have been. It was even more disturbing than he previously thought. Before, he only saw a human. Now, he examined your clothes. There was little to say about the style, but your apparel was reminiscent of a Holy Animal. With the ruffled cuffs of your jacket, the way the back peaked to create the image of feathers, and the yellow ribbon that lined the white material, you looked like a dove.

Yet… Despite living in the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie had insisted that you didn’t seek redemption. Why go through the farce of dressing like an Angel then… unless? No, you couldn’t be. No Angel would dare stray from Heaven unless they were ordered to.

Lucifer held back a glower, trying to keep his emotions in check so you wouldn’t sense his thoughts. There was a possibility, though small that you had been sent by the likes of Adam to spy on Lucifer and his kin, ensuring that none of Charlie’s patrons ever found a way to the Pearly Gates.

Well, it wouldn’t take long to uncover your ruse. Lucifer had ways of telling an Angel from a Demon, and once you were asleep, he would know.

“Yeah,” Lucifer said evenly. “I love my Charlie.”

“So, you’ll try then.”

Lucifer nodded his head in consent.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

The sentiment went unreturned as your King returned to his chambers, biding his time until you slept.

When you returned to your room, you got ready for bed. The day had been long and unusual. Honestly, you didn’t feel that you had a place in the manor, and you longed for your room in the Hotel, even if it was smaller, had a large stain on the carpet (which Nifty had named Vivienne) and an unruly infestation of roaches.

In the short time you had spent there, it had become home.

You would miss the arguing inhabitants, the energetic wake-up call from Charlie, the feeling of safety that Vaggie instilled, and the sound of Alastor’s morning and evening radio broadcasts. Yet, you hoped you might find something equally valuable in return if only Lucifer would open himself up to the possibility that you didn’t want anything from him.

After glancing out of your window, which had a balcony you could step out to if you so wished, you took in the whole of the Magne District which was the heart of Pentagram City. If you strained your eyes, you could just see the flashing neon of the Hazbin Hotel, and if you turned your gaze up… There was Heaven, out of reach yet always in sight, taunting most Sinners, yet emboldening a brave few who dared to wonder What If? What if they could change and gain admittance to a better life?

You sighed and dared not ponder further when you needed to get some sleep.

Throwing yourself on the plush bed, you got comfortable, arranging yourself how you liked, then leaning over to your bedside table, you blew out the cherry candle you had previously lit.

You rested your head atop the satin pillows, then frowned, feeling a lump beneath it. You reached under and pulled out a rubber duck, painted to look like a Hellhound-Duck hybrid. Assuming it was one of Charlie’s childhood toys, you placed it carefully atop the table; it would keep you company on your first night in a strange new place.

Lucifer waited till the late twilight hours before leaving his workshop. He transformed himself into a snake, slithering silently through the Hallways, ensuring that you wouldn’t hear him coming.

Before being cast out of Heaven, detecting an Angel would have been a simple task. He would just know, the way he now knew how to read a Demon. Yet, with you giving off little sign of Demonic energy, he now had to test if you were of Angelic origin. There were two ways he could do so. The first was by spilling your blood. Those who were born in or sent to Heaven had golden ichor instead of the oozing red or black goop of Hell-spawn and Sinners.

However, not wishing to alert you to his presence, Lucifer decided to opt for the other method.

Once he was inside your room and certain that you were in a deep slumber, he reverted to his original form, standing over you, his pupils turning to slits at the thought of a traitor in his house. If you were what he thought you to be, he would kill you immediately.

He pulled a small yellow twenty-sided stone from his pocket and baring his fangs in anger, he pressed it lightly against your skin.

Nothing happened.

Lucifer’s expression changed from one of deep-seated loathing to confusion. You weren’t from Heaven. If you were, the stone would have glowed a brilliant shade of Gold. Instead, it remained its original dull yellow.

Very well.

He would keep his word and… Tolerate you.

He left your room as quietly as he had entered it. Tomorrow, things would be different.

Lucifer didn’t sleep that night; the idea of change was terrifying.

The next morning, when Lucifer finally resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to face you eventually, he headed downstairs, assuming that was where you were.

“JUST TRY IT!” He heard you yell. “TRY! OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DAMN IT!”

“Uh…” Was all he could think to say as he entered the kitchen and found you clinging to one of the snake cleaners he had created the previous night, in a rodeo-like fashion. The creature was trying to buck you off, with a somewhat derpy expression, probably stupidly assuming it was a game; Lucifer hadn’t bothered to instil them with much intelligence since he didn’t need them for anything more than cleaning.

“ARGH!” You grunted as you were dislodged from its back.

“What- What is this?” Lucifer asked, confused.

“Oh shit!” You cursed, embarrassed to have been caught in a less-than-dignified position. You attempted to regain a little composure by standing up, then held up a handful of wadded-up pancake.

“Do they eat?” You demanded, referring to the reptilian cleaners, “’Cos they’ve been in a picture frame their whole lives, and they must be hungry by now.”

Of all the stupid things you could have done, Lucifer couldn’t help but crack a smile, though he had the decency to hide his laugh behind a clenched fist and pass it off as a cough.

“They don’t need to.”

“Okay, but can they?”

“If they wanted to, I suppose so.”  

You glared at the mushed-up pancake, “I fucking knew it. Spick, Span, eat your fucking breakfast!”

“I’m sorry, who now?” Lucifer asked.

“Well, they clean, don’t they? Spick and Span seem to fit unless you have something better to name them.”

Lucifer chuckled, a half-short-lived chuckle, but one all the same. You were more chaotic than he expected.

“Fine, if you want them to eat, you’ve got to cook in style.”

He waved his hands energetically, his outfit transforming from his usual suit to one befitting a flashy Michelin Chef. He was comfortable in the role of an entertainer as he made a dazzling display of cooking up eggs. With the flash-bang of indoor fireworks, the island counter gained a conveyor belt to transport several dishes, all perfectly presentable and giving off a delectable aroma of herbs and spices.

Eggs-benedict, frittatas, and shakshuka shot by you, closely followed by a hungry Span, though his twin was busy writhing on the conveyer belt, trying to get to his feather duster, yet doomed to chase it since he didn’t think to travel in the opposite direction so it would meet him in the middle.

The sight was memorable to say the least, even when Spick knocked the food onto the floor and his brother was left stupidly sucking on the corner of the countertop where his seemingly new favourite dish had splattered.

You couldn’t help laughing.

“See?” You struggled to get the words out, “I knew they’d like food. I’m just a shite cook.”

Lucifer gazed at his dishes proudly, even though they were no longer fit for either of your consumption.

“Hah,” You said, feeling somewhat awkward now that the moment had passed and Lucifer’s gaze was upon you, trying to figure you out. “I’ll uh, clean this up.”

“No need, leave it to Flim and Flam,” Lucifer said nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not their names.”

“Whatever. So… we’ve met, there was breakfast with a show. We done for today?”

The smile fell from your face as you realised that all of this was just another of Lucifer’s acts. Granted, he might have actually had fun with it, but it was all just in the name of claiming he had tried to be around you, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“I don’t know. I was going to go into the City if you wanted to come.”

“I can’t. I have… plans.”

Lucifer’s mood soured as he thought about visiting Heaven’s embassy to set up the meeting for Charlie. He hated everything about that building. The décor was just a cruel reminder of everything Heaven had banished him from. Moreover, while the Angels had to respect his power, they didn’t respect him; their cruel words and thinly veiled insults always cut him the deepest. Not to mention how bitter he was that the balance of power was uneven. Sure, Heaven had an embassy in Hell, but there was no such building in Heaven where Demons could work to arrange meetings between Angels and him.

It would always be Lucifer going to their building, on their terms, usually at their behest.

“Plans? So, you’re setting up Charlie’s meeting today?” You guessed astutely. “You know, I’m walking that way too.”

Lucifer guessed at your game. You probably hadn’t been going in that direction at all, but this was all in the name of ‘trying’. One way or another, he would have to learn to get along with you.

“Fine. Let’s go,” He said, flicking his hand back blasély, even though he found the idea of walking the streets of Hell daunting.

It would be better if he could teleport there, but at least, by the end of the day, you would have something positive to report back to Charlie.

"hi there, mom."

my canon, idc. they deserved their little last farewell too 🤧

Boy is making himself so dizzy

He can actually get it… just saying 😇😇😇