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ka1yo · 2 years ago

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HE XUAN headcannons !

sfw + nsfw. unedited. m!switch!reader x switch!he-xuan.

! CW

nsfw, spoilers. cock can be interpreted as a strap if not amab or identify as a male.

note: you are a banished god 🥶🫵

SFW ! hes so bbg..

- since he xuan's island is very well concealed, and usually is feared for people and gods alike to go to, it was quite the shock when he saw you, strolling around his island like it was your own personal domain. what nearly shocked him into his ass was that you were a banished god, and would've obviously been informed of the 'black water submerging ghost.'

- god knows how you managed to turn into lovers, but oh well. at least you weren't dead. he xuan was heisitant at first to let you get close to him, but seeing as you were immortal, he slowly opened up, starting from mn's and grunts to full fledged conversations. he was cold, and almost perfers to be alone, but with you pestering him for his attention as well as with help on your new home, he could do nothing except to hide from you in the water.

- since he xuan is more laid back, and doesn't have any current eyes on him, he is all for you. leaving small gifts of pearls and shit like that, he only denies he left anything for you. the best thing is, when you tease him about all the small things he did, his face flushes and he turns away with a awfully cute squeak. sure, he might be all terrifying and malicious on the outside, but who knew deep down he had this small soft spot for you?

- when you two are alone, hugging, cuddling, or about to go to sleep, he loves to trace and leave kisses on your cursed shackle, which surrounds your neck. usually pestering you with kisses and licks like a cat, you tease him in reply, calling him 'my tiger' or 'kitty,' as well as patting his head. he usually ignores those nicknames, thinking them foolish, but secretly adores the 'tiger' nickname. he has no complaints of the head pats though, only he wishes to have more of them.

- when you visit his inner domain, you nearly cursed him out for keeping a fucking skeleton in the main hall. he was at a loss of words (mostly at your vocabulary of curses) before taking it away with a long sigh. now pleased, you decorated the walls with beautiful pictutes, depicting him swimming with the skeletal fishes, or him sitting on a throne, a playful but lazy smile painted on his lips.

- loving to swim, he xuan convinces you to swim with him, before forgetting you cant breathe underwater. merely granting you the ability to breathe underwater, you swam together, playing with the skeletal fishes that once seemed like a absolute nightmare, now like a puppy, chasing he xuan around as you laugh, bubbles emerging from your mouth. at the sight of you laughing, he xuan's heart lit up, completely forgetting the revenge that was posted onto the wind lord's head.

NSFW ! smash ong ong

- those golden eyes, filled with lust, seemed to never leave your figure as you fuck him, his hardened cock leaking. soft moans make you feel like you could ascend again as you give him all sorts of praises, with just a couple words of degradation.

- the curses that he spewed out of his mouth made your lips twitch upwards as you continued to fuck him dumb, knowing that another day he would probably fuck you like this too. oh well, he looked beautiful underneath your foot, hole twitching and hugging into your cock as you continued to thrust in and out, chasing your climax.

- "mmmaah! f-fuck.. damn y-youuaaANGH! HHAH.. AAH! ��"

- as you finish with him, filling him up, he lets out a muffled moan, obviously new to this sensation. just to see one of the 'four calamities' moaning and begging for you was enough to make your heart race, let alone having the chance to have this with him.

- just like you said, now it was his turn to fuck you brainless, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. your breath hot, moans soft and airy as he sucked you off, tip hitting the back of his throat everytime he bobs his head up and down.

- loving to watch you arch your back, he fucks you on all fours, not holding back a single bit. the pleasure turns into overstimulation before his fingers covers your slit, not letting you cum. eyes shutting in a whine, his continues to fuck you dumb, until all you can scream is his name.

- "hah.. moohre, moohre! pleashe—AH!—he xuan, moohreeAH!♡"

moral support from @renwaan as i wrote this..

why am i like this

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azlan-snow · 3 months ago

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With My Life(Radioapple)

Inspired by @applepartysins Guard Alastor art.

Year One

7 years ago, a sinner was sentenced to an eternal prison due to his tremendous ability upon his arrival to Hell, which caught even the King’s attention. Color Lucifer interested. So much that he decided to summon him. To the palace. When the sinner arrived, his ominous presence looming at the door, causing an unfamiliar darkness to surround the room. As the king approaches, the sinner on the other side becomes more and more impatient.

“He summons me here, and yet he takes forever to even come and answer the door.. How amusing.” He twirls his microphone cane, and the door opens slowly, revealing the slightly short man, with a smaller apple cane.

“Welcome, sinner. Follow me, please.” The sinner follows the man down twisting and turning corridors, before reaching a small meeting room.

“Who might you be, sir?” The sinner stops at a chair, waiting for his host to sit.

“The King, you idiot,” the man exclaims, a taunting tone in his voice.

“You’re the one who invited me here? I expected you to be…taller.” “Shut up and sit. I didn’t summon you here to be insulted.” They sat down in silence before the King speaks.

“I believe you are aware of your sentence, yes?”

“I am. I have taken my time to prepare my contracted souls for my prolonged absence.”

“I have an offer for you, if you’ll accept it.”

“I have the ability to refuse?”

“You do. Take your pick: serve me for 7 years or go to the eternal prison for 7 years.” The sinner ponders this decision with upmost caution, finding the pros and cons between it. A couple minutes passes in silence before the sinner speaks again.

“I will serve you for the seven years, but under some conditions and questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead.” The king’s expression was that of annoyance and curiosity, thinking the sinner had rights to make demands.

“My question is, would I be living here? If so, my condition would be to bring some of my belongings with me.”

“Of course you would be living here. And I don’t care if you bring you stuff with you, as long as you do your job.” He pauses, taking in a large breath and exhaling slowly before continuing. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yes, we do.” The gentlemen shake on it, a red and green flash of magic spewing from their entwined palms.

“Excellent! I shall escort you to your room and leave you to get settled!” Lucifer’s tone changing completely startled the sinner, going from dead serious to light and fluffy. The two leave and Lucifer gives the sinner a tour, ending at the sinner’s new quarters. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. Dinner’ll be in a few hours, so be prepared….What’s your name again?”

“Alastor, my King.”

“Well, Alastor, I will see you at dinner, 7:00.”

“Of course.” With the king leaving, Alastor finally examines his room, feeling a bit out of place with somewhere that isn’t his usual resting place, the bayou and forest. The apple wallpaper, gold and red stripes on the carpet, a large closet, and more unfamiliar things. With a snap, he summons sheets for the bed and a familiar looking shadow to apply them. He summons his signature: a cursed radio, for the king to receive at dinner.

As Alastor walks the halls toward the dining room, he takes in a waft of…sugar. One of his least favorite things. He crinkles his face in disgust before walking in on the king, transporting a breakfast buffet for two onto the table. “Hey Al! You’re early! Sit down, I’ll join you in a moment.” The King’s smile of joy was the opposite of Alastor’s smile of disgust and dislike, but he sat down anyway and smelled something familiar. The King walks out with a large tray of beignets, and the sinner was on the verge of snatching them from the king’s hands, but keeps his composure and waits as the King sits down.

“Dig in!” Lucifer grabs a slice of french toast, a couple pancakes, and some beignets before beginning to eat, while Al simply grabs bacon, sausage, and beignets. As the two eat, they dictate ground rules like when Alastor has to present, places he’s permitted to enter, and when he’s allowed to leave the palace. When they finish, Lucifer presents Alastor with a gift: a royal uniform, which Alastor was surprised by.

“You’ll be wearing this for your time here. Alright?”

“I also have something for you, my King.” Alastor places the cursed radio on the table in front of the King and Lucifer examines it with curiosity.

“A radio?”

“For communication, sir. Anything the radio hears, I will. So if you need me when I am not with you, just say my name.”

“Ooh. How does that work?”

“If you look at the bottom, you’ll see.”

Lucifer picks it up and flips it over, noticing the cursed rune on the bottom. “You dabble in the dark, huh?”

“Dead and alive, sir.”

“Even on the mortal plane? Impressive.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t call me that or ‘my King’, unless we’re in front of the Sins, understand? Just call me Luci.”

“Of course, Lucifer.” The King laughs heartily, confusing the sinner as to the reason why.

“Speaking of which, I have a meeting with the other sins later, and you’ll be judged. Trust me. Even I am. Make sure you arrive before they get here or as soon as they do. They’ll have your head if you’re late. Got it?”

“Yes, Lucifer.”

“Good. Now go. The meeting’s in an hour.” Alastor gets up to leave when Lucifer calls back to him

“And take a fucking shower! You smell like shit!”

–

After the red sinner showers, he stares at the suit ensemble and moves to dress himself with it, inspecting it with much intensity, making note of the red flaps, tattered bottoms of the tailcoat, golden fringes on the shoulder pads, gold buttons and buckles, black pants tailored to his figure, and a small, gold pocket watch inside the coat. He ties his hair into a fancy ponytail and exits, heading towards the meeting room per his King’s instructions. Once the King spots him, he gestures to stand by his chair and wait until the meeting starts. Once they all arrive, Lucifer enters and sits down, and is instantly asked a question.

“Who’s the boy toy?” Alastor’s casual radio static screeches loudly at the comment before returning to normal, earning him a glare from the King.

“He’s not a boy toy, He’s my personal guard and assistant,” the King defends, taking advantage of the situation.

“He lacks lust. I didn’t think anyone was capable of that.” Asmodeus stares Alastor down, shocked and confused.

“Same here with sloth,” Belphegor states, examining the redhead closely.

“He greatly embodies Wrath. I approve,” Satan exclaims proudly.

“He’s a glutton for sure. It radiates off of him like a bright light,” Bee exclaims.

“A greedy one at that,” Mammon cackles, the clown showing his boisterous side.

“What’s his name?”

“Alastor.” Alastor bows his head towards them, trying to keep his cool and not lash out.

“A pleasure to be meeting you all. Quite a pleasure.”

“Alastor, these are The Sins: Bee of Gluttony, Asmodeus of Lust, Mammon of Greed, Satan of Wrath, Bel of Sloth, and Leviathan of Envy.” The sins stare at the pair before Asmodeus bursts out in laughter.

“Luci, little brother! I’m glad you found someone to end your solitude. We were rooting for you.” The king blushes at the statement and stares down at the table, face flushed with embarrassment.

“Anyways, shall we get this meeting started?” As they discuss, Satan brings up the attacks on his Royal Majesty.

“You need protection, Lucifer. At least allow me to send guards to the palace.”

“Satan, that’s not necessary. I can protect myself. Plus, that’s Alastor’s job.”

“This sinner isn’t enough to protect you!”

“This sinner just so happens to be the strongest Overlord in Hell. I think he’s strong enough. And that’s the end of that.

“Yeah, brother. Even I’ve heard of the Radio Demon and his descent to Pride. You should trust Luci.”

“Hell no! A sinner is no match for a Sin! That alone deems him unworthy to serve him!”

The King’s wings and horns sprout, a crown of hellfire encompassing his horns, creating a corrupted pattern along his face and arms. His fingers turn to long, black claws and his eyes, black and gold. His expression stone, with an angered frown to boot.

“Please cease the arguing, for it is angering my master.” Alastor bows, maintaining his composure. They all look at each other, the king, then Alastor, then burst into roaring laughter. Lucifer looks at them in irritation before finally speaking.

“Guys. Can we move on?”

“Sorry, Luci.”

“My apologies, my King.”

After that, the conversation pivots with the King’s form returning to a resting state. An hour passes, and the meeting ends, with everyone returning to their respected rings, and the King leaving to continue his work in his workshop, creating a rubber duckie that looks and mimics Alastor, including his shadow tendrils. Alastor on the other hand, broadcast’s his radio show, with the King tuning in. Once the show ends, Al goes out, returning to his sleeping king’s side, bloodied and in pain, placing him on the bed, before falling asleep on the floor next to it.

“Goodnight, my King.”

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