lem0nt1ddy

[lem0nt1ddy]

Hey, sorry if I sent this at an inconvenient time and you no longer accept requests. 😅

But if they're still open, could I please ask for headcanons where Lux sees Y/N as the moon to his sun? I'm a sucker for celestial themes, and he seemed pretty fond of moonlight himself 🥰

Thanks for considering!

Oh, not at all, darling! You're too sweet! 🥰🥰 Here you go, nice and fresh with extra romance! 💛💛

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• Lux thrives in the spotlight, but you're his favorite glow. He's used to the artificial light from a stage, but your quiet presence is something divine.

• He believes you were destined to be his. Sun and moon. Day and night. Light and dark. Him and you.

"Even across galaxies, through death, and when the stars forget our names-- I will always find you. Without you, my light is without a purpose. But with you, I rise. I set. I shine for a reason greater than myself."

• You're calm where he's chaos. Gentle when he's grand. And that contrast? He finds it dazzling. You render him speechless--and that's saying something.

• Adores your "dark side"-- he doesn't fear your complexity. In fact, he craves it. To him, the sides of you that others find hard to understand are what make you divine. He thrives in your duality-- darkness and light shrouded in mystery.

• Finds peace and ease in your cool touch. His body always feels warm like the sun. When he's burning too hot, overextended, spiraling into grandiosity, it's your hand that grounds him.

"You are my eclipse," he'll whisper, pressing your palm against his cheek. "You're so beautiful, darling..."

• Believes night exists so he can miss you. When you're not beside him, he claims even his light doesn't feel right. "The day isn't complete without its moon."

• He glows brighter when you're nearby--literally. Bro's aura pulses golden in your presence but never burns you. Your comfort comes before his radiance.

• Fascinated by the way you pull away sometimes, just to return... like phases of the moon. He understands that you need space, rest, and retreat-- but when you do come back to him, it lights him up all over again.

• His compliments aren't just romantic--they're interstellar. Everything he says is like poetry when speaking of your beauty.

"The galaxy is pale next to your radiance, even the cosmos pauses when you breathe. The stars in the sky envy your serenity."

• You orbit Lux... but he orbits you, too. Sacred, rhythmic, and inevitable. He may be the embodiment of radiant light-- but, in you, he sees mystery. Reflection. Balance. Where he shines, you glow. You're the only one who could eclipse his ego with a single glance.

• He sees you as "his gravity", the curvature of space time. Despite you being too radiant and untouchable, Lux still cycles around you. You ground him. Center him. Pull him back when he drifts too far. He would combust without your quiet pull. No matter how far you drift, he trusts you'll return. And if you don't... he'll rewrite the stars to find you again.

• When you're gone, he dims-- his light flickers unpredictably. Once you return, he doesn't say anything. Just wraps you up in his arms like a solar flare and breathes sweet nothings into your ear.

ROMANTIC SCENARIOS

• Stargazing turns spiritual when you're with him. He'll swoop in and take you to the highest rooftops, or even on the ground in the grass. He lies back with you, staring up at constellations only he remembers. But you're always the brightest point in the sky.

"Midnight, moonlight... No celestial object could ever compare to your majesty."

• Hell, sometimes he doesn't even look at the stars when you're near-- his eyes are always locked onto you. The way the sky makes your eyes sparkle, when you fidget with small blades of grass as you look up... the way your skin glistens in the moonlight. You're so alluring. Heavenly. Exquisite. His darling.

• Celestial collision. If the two of you are arguing (or doing some other activities 😉)-- heated, passionate. He suddenly stops, stares at you with that intense starlight in his eyes, and pulls you in with both hands on your face. He kisses you like an eclipse-- total, blinding, world-ending.

"Don't go dark on me again. Without you, I burn blind."

• Two Dancing Stars. Lux is quite the dancer-- and so what if you aren't? He'll lead the way, wrapping his arm around you, spinning and twirling like your own binary star system being born. You're not only dancing on Earth, but you're dancing in the sky, too.

• Interstellar Odyssey. He wants you to explore the universe with him. Of course, you cannot in this body of flesh, but he'll tell you stories of what he witnessed that no mortal has ever heard.

We are all made of stardust! Hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, helium, nitrogen, etc. After death, we become one with the universe again and again. With this unavoidable fate, you will someday join him on his journey.

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Hope you enjoyed!

[lem0nt1ddy]

How does Mr. Ring A Ding/Lux handle jealousy?

Mr. Ring A Ding bleeds confidence—self-assured to a fault, almost radiant in the way he carries himself. He doesn’t question his worth, and he certainly doesn’t question yours. Reminder: you both have a close relationship and he trusts you to maintain faithfulness (along with his own).

If someone dares to throw flirtatious glances his way, he brushes it off without a second thought. It's not ego-boosting, it leads to a quick decline with no hesitation. If it's not from you, he doesn't care. The only person he sees as his is you.

Is someone hitting on you or showing interest in front of him? How he reacts is based on how you respond. Mr. Ring A Ding keeps his eyes on you-- your facial expressions, body language, your vocal cues.

Are you visibly uncomfortable and they can't take no for an answer? Are you leaning away? Struggling to escape the conversation? Looking for him? Yeah, no, he'll shut that shit down and will defend you straightaway with no apologies. Feelings are not what he's thinking about-- it's your safety. Because, in his eyes, you're not just his partner. You're his entire world.

"Listen, pal,” he says, low but thick with warning. "You're obviously not getting it. They're already taken, so go ahead and buzz off already."

But if they try to flirt with you and you flirt back?

He's offended honestly-- it's like he got slapped in the face. You? Flirting with someone else? Like, wow! Look at you, batting those pretty eyelashes at someone who isn't him.

Behind the smooth, charismatic Mr. Ring A Ding facade, there is something more volatile simmering-- Lux. He's red-hot and dangerously reactive. His pride takes a hit, but more than that, it burns. This isn't just jealousy anymore. It's an insult.

Forget playing nice. It's a sign to play dirty all he wants.

His tone may still be charming, sure—sweet like saccharine, even—but now it carries a noxious undertone.

“Oh? That little performance back there—was that for me, darling, or are we passing out affections like party favors now?”

His eyes practically glow with something wild.

“Cute. Real cute,” he’ll purr, but his voice has a sharp bite. “But I don’t share. So unless you’re looking to be vaporized by my mood, I’d suggest finding a new conversation partner.”

And when you’re alone again?

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"What was that?"

His voice cracked through the silence like thunder.

"What was what--" You blinked, caught off guard before he interrupted you.

“I said,” he interrupted, stepping forward, "What. was. that?" The final word dripped like venom... he's not kidding this time.

Before you can say anything, he comes closer. There are flames burning from behind his eyes, smoke curling around them. You could practically see the heat shimmering in his pupils... and he's pissed.

"You knew exactly what you were doing." He spat, his lips curling into not a smile-- but something bitter. "Flashing that little smile. Laughing at their jokes. Touching their arm."

He took a step forward towards you, looming over your small frame-- every inch of his height casting a shadow that enveloped your own.

“Lux—” you tried, but it came out too soft.

"Do you think this is a game?!" He cut you off, voice rising into something unhinged.

"Oh, I'll make it a game alright," His smile spread now—slow, wild, dangerous. “In fact, I’ll give you a ten-second head start.”

Your heart dropped. "Lux, you can't be serious--"

"Don't make me laugh."

"You clearly don't know who you belong to." He leaned in so close you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, the barely-restrained chaos lurking beneath his breath.

“Looks like I’ll have to remind you,” he whispered.

“Like I said… ten seconds." And if you know what's good for you... You'd better run.

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Just to make it clear, he wouldn't actually injure or trap you. (unless he's a yandere, then he'd confine you where no one can see you ever again.)

He'd "teach you a lesson", though, through either fucking you senselessly, spanking you, making sure you only remember his name... or he'll give you the silent treatment and will feel incredibly hurt by what you did.

His trust isn't something to be toyed with. If it gets to the point where he suspects you of infidelity, or you actively do this behind his back, your relationship will crash and burn... and maybe you will too. As revenge, he'll toss you away or trap you in film and watch you go up in flames.

[lem0nt1ddy]

✨️Mr. Ring A Ding/Lux Imperator x Reader on Their Period✨️

I'm starting my shark week soon-- and don't worry my darling AMABs; I've got something special for you coming up!! 😊🥰

Slight warning: short reference to period sex, blood, menstruation

Shark week. The most dreadful week of the month. Whether it comes late, early, or on time, it always strikes with a fury whether you expect it or not.

• This guy is most definitely completely oblivious, almost in a childish way.

• Sure, he'll notice that there is something off.

• He notices the signs, but misreads every single one. The way you slightly squirm in your seat. Your hand resting on your lower belly, the way your breathing quickens and remains unsteady. How your mood changes drastically... when you pull away as he tries to touch you down there.

• Can't figure out what's wrong, so he spirals. Are you mad at him? What did he do? Is it something he said? Did someone else do something? Who does he need to vaporize?? (Haha, jk unless)

• First, he attempts to fish it out gently. Not to completely beat around the bush, Lux being Lux, makes an attempt by using soft questions:

“You seem tense today, darling... are you alright? Stressing about work? Bad soup?"

• Try to shake it off? Are you still hiding it? He'll get more up-front, then!

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"Y/N."

Lux leans in—too close—eyes burning into yours like lazers. “You’ve been weird all day. What’s going on? Why won't you tell me?"

"I--" You sputtered, your face flushing up like a strawberry. "W-Well--"

“Don’t make me laugh,” he snaps, straddling you like you’re under interrogation. “Spill it.”

"I-I... I'm on my period."

You get a blank look from him. He freezes. Blinks. "...What?" He was confused.

There was a moment of silence.

"On...your...period?" His eyebrows arch out of confusion rather than anger. "What does that mean??"

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Of course, you have to start explaining it to him. Getting into the details, he's mortified and concerned. Bro is acting like you have a broken leg or, like you're incredibly sick - almost to the point of death.

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"YOU'RE BLEEDING?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"

"Lux, it's not a big deal -"

"No!" He's already tearing through drawers, grabbing blankets like he was possessed. Then he dives into bed, cradling your cheeks desperately. "You're dying, aren't you?!" He dramatically cried and buried his face into your chest. "Please... Don't leave me yet! I'll do anything!"

You sigh. "Lux, it's normal!"

"...What?" He stops, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes like a child. "It's... normal? Every month?"

"Every month." You smiled at your overdramatic boyfriend.

He stares, horrified. "Every month?!"

You nodded.

"Does it hurt?"

"Uhhh..."

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Once he understands, he's relieved. (Still concerned, though). And guess who's going to be your slave for the next week? This guy.

• Overly dramatic protector. Mr. Ring A Ding is frantic and overly protective of you during this stage, almost overbearing. He forces you to stay in bed--if you try to get up or lift a finger, he's quick to retrieve you from your (almost) victorious escape. You're not getting out of this one!

"No, no! Back to bed! You're staying there whether you like it or not!"

• Heat source extraordinaire. Are you in pain, suffering from cramps, fatigue, or bloating? All three? Lux will try to combat this as much as he can. He's on it with a heating pad and OTC menstrual cramp pain medication. Want his hand on your lower tummy? He'll do it in a heartbeat.

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“Where does it hurt? Lemme at it, darling.” Lux murmured, arms wrapped around you from behind as you leaned back into him on the bed.

“Here…” you said softly, guiding his hand down to your lower belly.

"There?" He whispered, gently rubbing his hands against your soft skin - it felt like silk.

"Yeah." You nodded.

He held you tighter, lips brushing your shoulder. “You’re soft… and somehow surviving this every month... so extraordinary."

You smiled faintly. “We manage.”

He pressed his cheek to yours. “Not anymore. I’ve got you now.”

And somehow, the pain felt just a little easier.

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• Accidentally bled over the sheets, through your clothes, or on a blanket? No worries! Things happen! He'll clean it up and change it even if you feel embarrassed about it. He doesn't mind.

• Loves to hold your breasts when they are sore. He won't be rough with them - no, it's not the time for that! You need comfort. That's what matters. He'll hold them all day long, no groping.

• If nothing helps, he'll hold your hand and melodramatically cry out, reaching for the sky.

"No-- it's a curse! If only I was the one in your place - my poor darling! This world is so unfair!"

• Panic turns into pampering. Oh, you've got quite the temper this time! And for once, Lux Imperator, a feared God, is terrified of someone-- you. Your mood swings scare him, not to mention the fact that you're having headaches, fatigue, and sleep changes.

• Overthinks everything. He is horrified at the thought of you getting mad at him, but he doesn't know what to do, so he tries to make you as comfortable as possible.

He'll give you massages; he'll tuck you in, fluff your pillow, and try to make you laugh. Do you want to watch TV? You'll get the remote. Want to cuddle? He's right next to you. If you asked, he would rip out his heart and give it to you if it made you content.

• Will try to make you feel better with jokes and his singing.

• Cravings? Indulged instantly. He'll fetch whatever you want, no matter how strange (or expensive) it could be. Ice cream, juice, ramen, chocolate - anything you can think of, he'll bring it to you.

• Out of pads/tampons? He'll find a way to get it for you. Don't ask how. When he returned with the item for the first time, he accidentally got panty liners instead of regular pads (if you prefer pads) and would do the walk of shame out of your bedroom to get the correct kind.

• Confused by pad and tampon sizes. He doesn't get it but is dedicated to getting you exactly which one you ask for.

After the first few times of taking care of you on your period, he'll know exactly what to get you each time, always quick to pamper you in every way possible.

BONUS: Are you into period sex? Tell him. Initially, he didn't offer since he didn't even consider the idea that you were up for that activity during this phase. If you ask, Lux would be surprised and nervous.

He doesn't exactly like the idea of getting blood all over his pecker, and he doesn't want to possibly injure you, but it's easy convincing him if you're desperate enough. Will it ease your cramps and make you feel better? He'll try it out.

He loves getting you off, but the cleanup (of himself, not you) isn't his favorite. But he'll do it because he loves you, and you're always hot to him whether you're bleeding or not.

MOVING INTO ONESHOT TERRITORY!!!!

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You hear a soft knock on the bathroom door.

"Darling?," his voice comes muffled through the wood, laced with uncertainty and concern. Somewhat hesitant. He gives another few knocks. "You've been in there for a while... Are you alright?" Another few knocks follow - gentle put persistent.

Normally, Lux would phase through the bottom of the door without a second thought. (He's done it before -usually when you hop in the shower, always managing to scare the living daylights out of you).

However, after the last time you yelped and nearly collapsed when shaving your legs-- then you set a firm boundary: no more surprise intrusions. He respected it. Usually.

But this time, he felt like something was up with you. He couldn't put his finger on why, though.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, just a second!" You sputtered, panic bubbling up in your throat. You frantically yank on the toilet paper roll next to you with shaky fingers, wrapping and folding it.

This morning started peacefully enough. You woke up next to Lux, snuggled under the warmth of your blankets- only for that nauseating cramp to settle in your belly.

Groggy and annoyed, you kicked off the sheets...only to be greeted with a nightmare scenario: your shorts now balled up on the bathroom floor soaked in blood, having that familiar period-blood smell to it. It wasn't supposed to start yet!

And now here you are, stuck in the bathroom, blood-drenched shorts on the floor, with no pads or tampons. You've been forced to rely on the old toilet paper trick. Time to stuff it in your panties as a MacGyvered solution!

"I'm almost done-"

"What are you doing?"

...Rats.

You nearly shriek as your head jerks up-- and there he is.

Lux stands in the doorway, blinking in confusion. His usually animated expression is stuck somewhere between curiosity and deep concern. His big eyes are darting between you on the toilet with your bloody shorts on the floor... and the toilet paper you're currently stuffing into your underwear.

"Lux!" You hissed and yanked your shirt down in an attempt to shield yourself in embarrassment (even though he had already seen you naked). "I told you not to come in!"

He froze. "I-I know! I just - you didn't sound okay!" His gaze drops again to the evidence.

"Get out, Lux!"

"Is that blood? Why are you stuffing your panties with toilet paper?" His gaze softens, losing all its earlier alarm. "You're ...hurt?"

"No! I'm not - ugh! Not like that." You groan into your hands. "I'm on my period, okay? And I ran out of stuff- Can you please, like, NOT look at me right now?"

There was a pause. For once, Lux doesn't make any jokes or playful banter, with no exaggerated reactions. Just silence followed by the quiet shuffle of his feet.

"...Oh." He murmurs. "I see."

You peek through your fingers, watching shift awkwardly from one foot to the other. He looks uncertain.

"I didn't know your insides did that," he says after a pause, his voice low and genuinely curious, eyes blinking wide. "Do all the ladies do it?"

You groan, dragging your hands down your face before letting your arms slump in your lap. "Yes, Lux. It's standard-issue uterus behavior."

"Why?" He asks, tilting his head. Not in a mocking way, either. He sounds like he's trying to piece together a puzzle.

"Because--" You sigh, half-laughing at how ridiculous this conversation is, even as you feel like curling up and dying. "Because my body's mad at me for not getting pregnant."

"Oh!" Lux's eyes brightened, like a cartoon light bulb flicking on, then winked. "I can get you pregnant!"

If you'd been drinking anything, it would have been launched into the stratosphere from your nose. "I- NO!" You sputtered, shooting him with a mortified look, your face red. "No, Lux, I do not want to get pregnant!"

"Lux, please, I'm embarrassed, please just go so I can finish-"

Lux frantically grabbed the bathroom doorknob, which was locked, before practically crawling back under the door to leave. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry--"

You exhaled-- a sigh of relief-- and finished what you were doing. Of course, you felt bad for the way you spoke to him, especially since he was checking on you.

After you get out, you find a fresh new pair of shorts with a shirt folded neatly on the bed. This was the first of the things he did. Sure, he asks a lot of questions, but it's all to make you happy-- and NOT pissed. Lux will try way too hard to pamper you. He loves you, and you love him, but this time of the month is rough on both sides.

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That's all folks!

[lem0nt1ddy]

Can you do Mr ring a ding/Lux imperator x male reader? It can be SFW or NSFW, I don’t care. Please and thank you! :)

Yes, of course!! I'll make it NSFW since my SFW work for Mr. Ring A Ding/Lux x reader is gender-neutral. Let the headcanons commence!!! 😊😊

✨️Lux Imperator/Mr. Ring A Ding x AMAB reader HEADCANONS✨️

WARNING: Sex, thigh worshipping, deepthroating, heathen behavior, etc.

MR RING A DING

• Got a little something extra tucked under those boxers? That's an absolute plus in his book. He's delighted. It's not just a suprise--but a bonus!

• Absolutely smitten bad for you, and it's obvious. He's clingy when he doesnt have your attention, always lurking nearby. Feeling a little frisky? He's already pinning you down with that big cartoon heart throbbing.

• Got muscles? A sculpted frame? God help him. He's hungry for it. Are you slim, soft, somewhere in between? He digs that insatiably. You're hot and will always be sexy to him, almost like he's hard-wired for it.

• Consider yourself a top? He's more than willing to lay back and let you rail him. He's wide-eyed and breathless once you take control.

• Once the roles reverse, he'll return the favor when he's pounding you so hard you can't remember anyone else's name except his. So deep that your soul might leave your body several times. He's swift and never gets tired, so expect to be in a wheelchair for the next 3 days once he's done with you.

SEXUAL BEHAVIOR

• Mr. Ring A Ding is a switch, no doubt. Leans more submissive in contrast to Lux's chaotic bravado. If you're a top kind of guy, he can't help act coy. Nervous giggles, flattering eyelashes, flushed cheeks - but that's what gets him going.

• Dude is flexible! Want slow, sensual sessions? He's eager and sweet, taking time to savor every minute - but if you are craving rougher and faster? He'll do that, too. Say the word. He's bucking his hips and begging before you even finish the sentence.

• Your pleasure comes first - no matter what. A giver to the core. The type to insist on getting you off before anything else happens - using his hands, mouth, or grinding himself down as you sit back.

• Trace your hands all over him. Make him tremble under your skin. His belly, chest, inner thighs...he aches to feel attractive, to be worshipped by you. Make him speechless; it will work every time.

• In return, he'll do the same to you tenfold. Tender, sensual, obsessive.

• He's grabbing at you, leaving kisses trailing down from your lips, chin, chest, tummy, lower, lower, lower...until he's on his knees with his lips ghosting over your groin. All while staring up at you with sparkling, reverent eyes, soaking up any (and all) reactions from you.

• If it's your first time or he notices your discomfort, he stops immediately. His entire demeanor softens. He'll cradle you, whispering sweet nothing into your ear, every thrust is careful, thoughtful. His whole focus locked on your comfort and pleasure.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart. You're so perfect, taking me like that. I've got you, baby..."

• Once he's inside you? One hand is busy stroking your cock, working with a rhythm matching the pace of his hips. His thumb teases your slit, smearing the sickness and drawing every needy moan he can.

• Remember when I said he that he is a tits guy? He still is. But thighs? Oh, they make him feral. If you have some nice thighs, they will leave him salivating in a heartbeat.

• THE KING OF AFTERCARE. Yeah, he worries too much. Sometimes, he feels guilty after-- when he loses himself in the action; he doesn't think about the physical toll it has on your bodies until you're finished.

• He'll carry you, lay you down, clean you up, and tuck you in. Hungry? Anything that he has on standby is yours. Is he in your house? (No lore needed, just an example) He will instantly make you food and fetch you blankets and pillows.

BONUS: Lowkey, he'd make a good house-husband. Do you work all day and come home late? He'll cook for you, clean up your house, and wait for you to come home like a lovesick puppy.

(At first, he sucks at cooking, lmao. When he attempts to make you cereal, it somehow ends up on fire. Give him a cookbook and lots of free time, and he'll learn so he can take care of you. Not just with aftercare but just as a boyfriend/husband in general.)

NOISE

• He's louder than Lux (and is a little embarrassed about it afterward). When he's on top of you, he'll grunt and moan into your ear. If you're taking him-- he'll have his arms wrapped around your neck and literally moan out loud for anyone to hear.

HEAD?

• Master dick sucker. Has a thing about giving you head. He does enjoy himself receiving, but he'll want to be in-between those legs constantly.

• Sitting down at a table? You'll feel two hands from below pushing your legs apart and pressing against your junk. Bro has an addiction and CANNOT let it go.

• Oh yeah, and let's say you both sleep together in the same bed/spot. If you wake up with bed wood, he's always down to 'get you off' to start the day.

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LUX IMPERATOR

• This guy...he doesn't hold back. He's not ashamed either. Much more...wild. Untamed. Bloodthirsty. Vicious.

• Are you more submissive? That's perfect. He'll plow you down anytime, anywhere. Lux is an absolute TOP.

• A super dommy daddy (Please, for the love of God, never actually call him that).

SEXUAL BEHAVIOR

• He would undoubtedly spank you if you were into it--this guy has no shame. STILL an ass guy. It smacks it when you walk by and always got his hand on it.

• ADORES leaving bite marks, hickeys, and bruises from his mouth and hands all over your body. Especially on your neck-- you're not getting up and roaming around without having hickeys littered all over you. Get prepared for having to wear a hoodie anytime you go out in public for the next couple of days after.

• Certified serial humper. When Lux gets turned on, all logic evaporates. Subtlety? Gone. He’ll grind against your leg, your ass, your chest— wherever he can find contact. He's too excited to care, and he wants stimulation.

• Will ravage you like an untamed beast. Don't test him! If you ask for it, he will give it all he has. No half-assed attempts, no quickies. Sex for him lasts for a while.

HEAD

• Heavily enjoys receiving. Good luck. He cannot keep still. The moment your lips wrap around him, his hips start pumping—Even while you're giving him head, he can't help but hump and pump himself deeper down your throat. His hand might even grip your hair, not out of aggression, but sheer need.

• Once he lets his dick out of the confines of his slacks and you get to work, he's squirming and grabbing at your hair/head. Gasping, pressing your head further down...harder, harder, and harder until his armor cracks and he reaches his climax.

• If it were up to him, he'd want you to suck him off anytime he'd sit down.

• GAG ON HIM. DO IT. Just the way he's down your throat and he feels that push and flex, it gets him going. He'll press down your head harder until you're aggressively patting his thigh to let you get up and breathe.

(After the fact, he will apologize because he feels bad. But he can't get enough of you looking up at him as you bob your head up and down.)

• SPEAKING OF WHICH...if you ever make the 'gauk gawk' sound, there is something in his brain that clicks. Something monstrous. He salivates. He strongly desires more.

NOISE

• Grunts, groans, and (sometimes) low moans are what you'll hear from him. Otherwise, it's all dirty talk that comes out. Your sounds—your struggling, broken gasps and overwhelmed sobs—are his fuel. The louder and more desperate you get, the harder he pounds into you. He needs you loud.

• Certified noise addict. If you haven't cried out/screamed his name once during each round, he ain't done yet. Not even close. That’s his finish line.

“You haven’t screamed for me yet… I’ll make you. I want to hear it. C’mon—say my name like you mean it.”

FANTASIES

• ENJOYS the exhilaration of getting down and dirty in tight spaces. Lux gets off on the thrill of railing you in tight, cramped spaces. Broom closets, backstage storage rooms, the backseat of a car—or even wedged between old theater curtains.

• There’s something about the claustrophobic closeness—the way your legs tangle, the accidental friction, the way your moans echo in confined space—that sends him into overdrive.

• But if you’re claustrophobic or uncomfortable, he doesn’t push it.

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That's all folks! I hope you enjoy!

[lem0nt1ddy]

✨️YANDERE! MR. RING A DING/LUX X READER HEADCANONS✨️

To the requester, your wish is my command! (I created a fandom list, I pinned it on my profile! Also yes, I do write for Bill ;))

WARNING: Toxic relationship, obsession, violence, yandere tendencies, manipulation.

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SWEETHEART-- YOU'RE HAS FAVORITE OBSESSION!

• The instant fixation on you is immediate and irreversible. When his large, glimmering eyes lay on you, you're immediately in danger. It's not a crush nor adoration-- This is a new obsession that isn't something temporary--it's an infatuation that will change him for all eternity.

•He sees you as different-- special. More interesting, more captivating--much more than a measly human with a minuscule lifespan in comparison to his.

Is it your beauty? Are you a time traveler? Or you're you, and it sparks his interest. He doesn't care why, and maybe doesn't even know how, but he decided it's you. Whatever the reason, you sparked something he never felt before-- and he can't let you go.

• THERE ARE ENDLESS TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVE. He knows how to turn on the charm in an attempt to reel you in-- and he'll be damned if he can't capture your heart. Witty jokes, flattering compliments, pick-up lines, playful teasing-- expect it all from him. These are the beginning stages of your relationship.

• Bro acts like a delighted little schoolgirl with a massive crush, always staring at you with big eyes and pupils shaped like hearts, kicking his feet at the thought of you, constantly gushing about how your presence gives him butterflies in his tummy!

• He's charming and dangerous, but so cute about it!

"You don't have a lover? Yet? No? Well, looks like there's room for little old me~!"

• Needs to know you-- down to every last detail. Your favorite song, the way you stir your tea, how you cry while watching a tragic movie once. The deeper he can get, the better. No secret of yours is safe.

• In reality, he DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS FEELING. He has never experienced something this intense and intimate. You're perfect, you're stunning, and he wants you in his arms.

• This man has patience. His love is pure, and if you match his feelings--that's fantastic! He treats you like royalty. Anything you want? It's yours! He would grovel at your feet, and if you asked, he’d kiss the soles of your shoes just to make you smile.

• However, his patience wears thin. If you’re indifferent... evasive... or even resistant? He’ll wait. For a while. Until he cracks.

• Are you not catching the hint? Are you not interested? Is there someone getting in the way? We can't have that. He'll eventually snap.

This is the point of no return, and everything begins to spiral out of control. If he's a black hole, then you've crossed the event horizon.

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LUX'S OBSESSION AND UNHINGED DEVOTION.

• He needs you in every form possible. Physically, emotionally, mentally. He's fully devoted to you like a slave-- forever! He'd kill for you. If he could, he'd die for you.

• Doesn't necessarily understand the concept of 'personal space' or privacy. He's always there- hovering, lingering, leering sweetly, appearing when you blink. You don't get a moment alone anymore.

"Waddaya mean you have to go? But you JUST got here, silly!"

• Not afraid to take drastic measures to have you for himself. If words won’t work, actions will. Are there rivals? They won't last.

• I don't think Lux would outright kidnap you with no warning-- he tries diplomacy first, but if that fails... he’s not above snatching you into his realm.

HIS IMMORTAL ATTACHMENT TO YOU IS INTENSE.

• Lux Imperator is immortal, one who lives forever, but you? You expire. If he must, he'll trap you in filmstock so that you'll stay with him for all eternity-- it's for your own good! You can't die, he won't allow it!

• If you try to leave or, hell, if death comes to claim you-- he will react. He’ll stop it. You don’t get to die. You don’t get to forget him.

• But don't worry too much! He will let you out from time to time on HIS terms, not yours.

• Thanks to you, he has another reason to obtain a 3-dimensional body! Not to escape, no. But to hold you. To kiss you. To make you scream in delight or fear—he’s not picky. Of course, he doesn't want to use yours, that would be a catastrophe! It would have to be someone else.

For a long time, he has been stuck in a 2-dimensional plane. How do you trap a 2-dimensional being? Draw a square around it. But now, he escaped that prison.

• Whether you accept his love in return or not, you'll come to rely on him. He can't have you? He'll trap you forever.

• Desperate to hear you say "I love you". But once you say it--willingly or not-- it's a sign you belong to him.

MANIPULATIVE TACTICS

• Lux is very self-aware of his actions- he knows he's wrong but he doesn't care! You're worth breaking every moral code out there.

• Most certainly will gaslight you into emotional dependency-- he'll twist the truth and paint himself as your only light in the void.

"They don't love you like I love you," he'll whisper, "they can't."

• Blackmail? He's fluent. Not to you-- he'd never. But everyone else is fair game! Strangers, friends, and family, they're all tools.

EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE, ALMOST BIPOLAR.

• One minute he's excited, giggling, dancing...the next he flips to cold, dangerous. Lux has quite the temper! You see it in his eyes-- a ripple in his grin. If you displease him, all he will break loose.

• If things are not going his way, expect tantrums to be thrown! Not the kind where he's rolling on the floor, but more dangerous and sinister ones. You don't want to see him livid--or even heartbroken.

CREATES DESTRUCTION IN THE NAME OF LOVE.

• Anyone that threatens your "relationship" with Lux- another traveler, the doctor, or someone else-- they're gone. He's violent over perceived rivals. Trapped, distorted, erased with one flicker as if they never existed.

• And he does it with flair! No regrets, no mercy. A bow, a wink.

"Oopsies~! Looks like someone got edited out. What a shame!"

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So, how do you survive Lux as a yandere?

You don't. You adapt. Smile. Play by his rules, tell him you love him too even if your voice shakes. Prove your devotion to him. Once he's chosen you, there's no going back.

Canonically, Mr. Ring A Ding would NOT be a yandere. Now, Lux does exhibit a few yandere traits in the episode, but most certainly would not go this far.

[lem0nt1ddy]

lux making sweet sweet love to his darling reader (preferably a female ready maybe?) + maybe a full nelson or a mating press later on after a few lovemaking sessions…

You got it! 😄 I apologize for the late response, this weekend was very busy for me, so I hope this makes up for it! :)

LUX IMPERATOR X READER (NSFW)

WARNING: NSFW, fingering, dirty talk, begging, full nelson, despiration, etc.

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"You're not going out there, silly. It's raining cats and dogs outside-"

A crack of thunder ripped through the sky, loud enough to shake the walls of the old cinema and rattle the sticky floor beneath your shoes. The power flickered. You flinched. Lux didn’t.

He hated this part-- you leaving for the night. He can handle darkness on his own, but goodbye to you is an archenemy. Tonight, destiny handed him the greatest excuse for you to stay. Bad weather; Something even you couldn’t argue with.

Lucky for him, you weren’t going anywhere—not with the way he had his back pressed firmly against the exit door.

You attempt to dodge and make a break for it left and right, but he dashes to each side, almost like you're both in a game of tag. "Oh, no you don't!" he laughed, blocking you at every turn.

If he were still at his default two-foot height, you'd have vaulted over him by now. But he’d already grown to match yours—and then some. Towering, smug, and not budging an inch.

"C'mon, just one night won't kill ya, gorgeous," He taunted, now leaning against the exit as if he owned the entire building, one brow cocked and arms folded in a mock-casual pose. "We could have a sleepover party!"

That made you cackle harder than you should have.

"Lux. A sleepover? In an abandoned cinema? Where are we gonna sleep, hm? Behind the snack counter? On stage?" 

He gasped dramatically. "Don't make me laugh! No, silly! We can have a movie night! You, me, stale popcorn, a soft blanket, " Then his voice dipped—quieter, deeper, more earnest.

The grin faltered.

He leaned in. His warmth was sudden, invading.

"Please...stay with me. Don't go home."

"..."

Words don't work? Fine.

He'll use his body instead.

No more dilly-dallying.

Suddenly, almost like he snapped, Lux lunged, throwing his arms around your waist, and hauled you over his shoulder. You automatically let out a squeal, half-gasping, half-laughing, then felt a hard smack on your butt. "Ah!"

"Hey! Put me down!" Like an animal, you flailed against him, fists tapping harmlessly at his back-- but your fate was already sealed.

"I warned you...you're stuck with me now."

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Lux and you were always like magnets, effortlessly attracted to each other. It wasn't only physical-- it was inevitable. Profound. Even a glance from him sparked something under your skin, making you feel alive.

He could be across the room, obscured in his confidence, charm, and majesty-- and your body would instantly respond. When his hands touched you, it was always laying, claiming, teasing. Never casual.

He is aware of how to unravel your mind, how your body responds to him-- how your breathing fastened, how your body would slightly squirm under him.

Tonight was no different.

The golden glow of the projector flickered across the room as he fluffed the blankets and pillows he collected together, all while casting you eager glances—like he still couldn't believe you were staying.

Finally, he climbed in with you, leaned against the wall, and casually threw an arm over your shoulder. "C'mere, sweetie." You rewarded him with a light giggle in response. (He liked that.)

The film had barely started before he stopped pretending to care about it. In reality, he just wanted to see you. Feel you. Taste you.

His gaze drifted from the screen to your face, how you smiled about something trivial. To the warmth of your thigh against his.

You were radiant. Impossible not to stare at. Impossible not to want.

Now, alone with his presence, the air felt charged.-- his lingering stare burning into you, his other hand drifting underneath the blanket to your thigh, his voice, low and close whispers in your ear.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

And this time, falling into his trap?

You didn’t mind one bit.

One moment you were curled up beside him, sharing warmth and lazy comfort. Next, you found yourself on your back, your heart in your throat, facing Lux sprawled over you. Clothes gone, tossed aside like garbage.

Lux loomed over you, his golden eyes lit with intoxicating desire- wild, hungry, and so sure of his actions. The way his weight firmly pressed down against you only intensified the heat between your thighs, almost becoming unbearable.

That smug smirk on his face didn't help either. "You're not goin' anywhere, missy. Not on my watch."

By now he would be yapping about anything and everything, but nothing else mattered now, other than the way your body responds to him.

Before you could say anything, he smashed his mouth against yours-- first slow with meaning--but it didn't stay that way for long. It deepened, becoming more intense. Unhinged. Unapologetic. Feral, even.

The way he slid his tongue against yours, claiming, tasting, left you gasping for air under him. It wasn't just a kiss-- it was a claim.

One hand clutched your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh, successfully anchoring you into place. The other one roamed your body as if he was committing it to memory-- like he couldn't decide where to touch you first- or how hard.

You enthusiastically returned the gesture by hungrily biting his lower lip, which earned you a low groan from Lux.

Once your mouths finally parted, breathless and dizzy, neither of you moved. Only your eyes locked together irresistibly, utterly captivated.

He couldn't hold back the words anymore and broke the silence first, his voice hoarse and thick with desire. "I want you. Right now."

"Tell me. What is it? What do you need?"

At this point, your mind was clouded in lust and desire, so inebriated that you wanted him so goddamn bad. The wetness between your legs could no longer be ignored. "Yes, please don't stop-- take care of me. I'm begging. Just touch me already--"

There goes the green light. Lux instantly kissed you and slid his hand down to your panties. "Oh, darling...you're soaked!

"You've really fallen for me, haven't you?" He chuckled, gently massaging over the thin article of clothing distancing his hand from your pussy.

When he finally pulled your panties down and off your legs, he reached down to touch you. "I've been thinking about this all day, y'know--" There's that shit-eating grin again. "And it's all your fault."

That smug asshole.

"I- ah!- guess I'm guilty as charged.." You slightly jolted in response to the direct contact with his cold hand- but that didn't stop him in the slightest. If anything, the jolt encouraged him.

His fingers gently caressed over your folds, swiping your juices across your clit. "Ooh...someone's excited!" You let out a low moan in response. "Don't you worry, sweetie-pie, I'll take very good care of you."

At the same time, with his other hand, he grabbed at your bra and pushed it up to reveal your breasts. He let out a delighted hum, eyes lighting up like he discovered gold.

He couldn't help but squeeze and fiddle with your nipple, almost like he was playing with a toy. "Oh fuck, Lux.."

And then- he plunged his index finger inside you with no hesitation- and used his thumb to circle and stimulate your clit, easily soliciting a reaction from you.

You cried out when his thumb found your sensitive areas, sending pleasure rippling through your legs. "A-ah~ faster, faster.."

In response, he didn't make you ask twice. He didn't tease or stall...he wanted this just as much as you did. He obeyed your request, quickening the pace.

Lux continued and added another finger in, quickening the pace even more even though you never asked-- just the way your body was squeezing around him and trembling gave him all he needed to know.

"Woah there," he grinned, breath hitching slightly. "you like this, don't cha?" That wasn't a question. It's a fact.

Your hand instinctively shot up to muffle your sounds in an attempt to keep the noise down-- but this cartoon wasn't having it. He grabbed your wrist and yanked it away, locking eyes with you, his animated pupils blown wide.

"No, no darling! None of that! You asked for it, so you're gonna face the consequences!"

You hastily nodded your head, desperate for all and any pleasure he was willing to give. "Ah~..Don't stop, please--oh, god!" If he keeps going like this, you aren't going to last long. "Harder, harder!"

Lux leaned in close, his breath hot in your ear, "Harder? You got it, baby." He drove his fingers into you with more force and curled his fingers just at the perfect spot to make your body jerk in response. "That's it.."

"Go on, say my name!" Of course, you couldn't stop yourself. "Lux! I'm close--! Oh fuck, right there--! Ah, Lux~!"

And just like that, your orgasm hit, and rippled through your body in waves-- meanwhile, Lux stood by and kept at it for you to ride it out.

Only once your thighs stopped twitching and your breathing slowed did he finally pull his fingers from you—slowly, tenderly—watching you with an almost reverent gaze.

"Woah..." Lux pulled his fingers back and observed them, watching your juices stretch in thin strings like a web between them. "You're so messy, huh?" He teased with a crooked grin, clearly proud of the work he did.

Then, his gaze softened and flicked down at you. "Are you okay?" For all the bravado, his voice was gentle and warm

You were-- "Yeah...yeah, I'm okay." Your breathing was still ragged, but you nodded anyway. You let out a chuckle, reaching up for his blue hands for aid.

He helped you sit up with no hesitation.

Sure, you were winded, but nowhere near done yet.

Now, it was YOUR turn to stick your hand into HIS pants.

Without a word, you surged forward and kissed him hard, threading your fingers through his hair before sliding your hands across his chest.

Lux let out a deep, approving hum, running his hands and thumbs along your cheeks and jaw as if you were something precious--right until your tongue pushed past his lips.

Soon enough, that flame inside you sparked back to life, driving you in full force, demanding more.

Your eagerness was so high that you tugged his suit jacket off his shoulders, loosed and tossed his bowtie aside, going straight for his button-up shirt with quick, clumsy little fingers.

He had barely any time to react at all.

"Wh--h-hey!" He stammered between kisses as you shoved his shirt halfway down his shoulders and reached for his waistband.

"Woah there, gorgeous--! S-slow down!" He sputtered. The dominant, unapologetic, smug Lux from moments before was quickly unraveling in front of your eyes. "I-I'm not going anywhere--"

You aggressively yanked at his pants, and there it was, just what you were looking for: his cock. To no surprise, he already had a hard-on bulging out of his slacks, and there was no way you were backing down.

"Listen, baby, give me a second--!" He laughed breathlessly, having to push you off him to stall you temporarily. "Hold on there, eager beaver!"

He wasn't mad--not in the slightest! He was thrilled, but he wasn't expecting such a fast response-it was a lot. You caught him off-guard.

Lux blinked at you for a second, flustered and flushed. "Calm down..!" His grin slowly returned once more. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know?"

Of course, Lux finally gave in, leaning into you with a deep exhale, his hand sliding up your chest against you, and gently squeezing your breast-- his silent, indisputable sign to continue.

There wasn't a second to wait.

Your fingers trailed down to the waistband of his trousers once again, unzipping them, revealing those stereotypical white boxers with hearts decorated on them that you would see in those Saturday morning cartoons. It was absurd. And perfect.

It's time to reveal what you crave the most.

You grabbed the waistband to push them down, finally freeing his erect cock for you to see.

Oh god, there he was.

Lux's package was long-- definitely more length and had average thickness- and already aching hard, twitching in reaction to the cold air hitting him. Luckily for you when he gets 'excited' you can always tell.

And this is one of those times.

He didn't say a word; you could see how much he wanted you. Hell, you could feel it.

Once your hand wrapped around him, Lux visibly shivered and one of his antennas gave a sharp twitch.

Look at you.

Your eyes, filled with lust and desire, ready to not only take on the world but him as well. And your arousal only intensified. You wanted him more than anything- and he could feel your desperation.

Without thinking, you grabbed a fistful of his half-open shirt, forcefully pulling him down, and broke the kiss just enough to whisper into his ear: "Please, Lux-- fuck me. I can't wait any more."

Look who's begging now.

That grin of his has returned-- slow, cocky, elusive, dangerous. The kind that sends shivers down your spine and makes your thighs squeeze together. You're in trouble real soon.

"Oh, you're in for it now..." His voice dropped low, thick with satisfaction and heat.

Then, he pushed you back down against the blanket-covered floor (not so gently this time). Lux grabbed your thighs and scooted you toward him in one swift motion, hooking your legs over his arms. His gaze flicked down to your aching sex, and let out a reverent breath as he lined himself up.

He slid the head of his cock against your slick entrance to collect as much of your fluids as possible- teasing, gathering every bit of arousal you have. You gasped in response, your hips twitching in anticipation.

"We've got all night, darling," He murmured, "but I'll give you what you want right now."

Then he slowly, but deliberately pushed himself in, filling you inch by aching inch. One hand gripped your waist tightly to keep you from pulling away-- like you'd even do that.

There is a familiar sharp, burning pain of the stretch accompanied by a mixture of pleasure. You both let out a low groan at the same time in response. Fuck, he's big.

When he does completely push himself inside you, he fills you up immediately. "Hah~! Lux--!  You're-- oh my god,"

And neither of you are stopping now.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, Lux grabs your hips and drives into you with a desperate, almost frantic need—his thrusts wild and uncoordinated, like he’s drunk on the feeling of you.

"F-Fuck.., c'mon..!" he groans, frustration lacing his voice as he tries to find some kind of rhythm, hips stuttering as he chases a groove that hasn’t landed yet.

It was difficult to not moan in response, but eventually, he was able to form some sort of quick rhythm and accuracy. The rawness, the hunger—it’s too much and not enough all at once.

You shift your hips, instinctively trying to help him align in place—but Lux growls in his throat and clamps his hands harder around your waist, to fight your movements. He wants to fuck you. With no help, no distractions. "No,” he pants. “Let me.”

And then it clicks. His hips snap into you with purpose now, a brutal, relentless pace that finally finds its rhythm—and it’s perfect. The room began to fill up with your moans and the sound of skin hitting skin over and over again.

"You like this, baby? Huh?"  he growls through clenched teeth, his eyes locked onto you like he's watching himself wreck something precious.

You threw your head back, your cries filling the theatre. “Ah—fuck, yes! Don’t stop!” and with that insight, he quickened his pace even more, his hands gripping your hips hard.

Now this isn't cutting it. With a sudden, breath-stealing shift, Lux leans toward you, wrapping his arms tight around your waist—and pulls you up with him as he sits back on his heels. This forced your back to arch dramatically-- after all, he's really into bending in every which way to fuck you. The new angle hits deep, and it’s exactly what he wanted.

He grins, breathless. “There we go... fuck, just look at you.”

Your moans escalate into full cries, voice cracking as his cock hits your g-spot dead-on, again and again, sharp and precise like he’s been specially designed to give you gratification. "C'mon, scream for me,"

"Do it--! " And you did just that. He moves his hips sharply into you, he thrusts with brutal efficiency now, every movement calibrated for maximum destruction. You're close. So close, that you were in tears, with both eyes closed.

And here it comes.

With one more thrust, your high hit HARD and your body convulsed uncontrollably-- sudden, overwhelming, and merciless; Your moans dissolving into breathless cries as pleasure tore through you.

Even so, Lux didn't stop-- He kept driving into you with the same punishing pace to help you ride out your orgasm. His hands clamped down around your hips, firm and possessive, holding you in place as if daring you to even try and wriggle away.

“Nnnh—ride it out, baby,” he growled, voice rough and ragged. “I’ve got you.”

Just as soon as the wave passed, you felt a sudden warmth spill inside you, followed by a guttural groan from above. But Lux didn’t stop. Not even close.

His thrusts faltered for just a moment as he released, but even then, he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried in you, grinding slowly, maybe even possessively. But just when you thought he may be finished—he shifted.

Then abruptly, he stopped, leaned over and scooped you up effortlessly. "Wrap your arms around me, love." He grunted, and you did as you were told, throwing your arms around his neck as he held you.

You obeyed with a pitiful whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he adjusted his grip. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting them up and spreading you wide as he stood, supporting your full weight with maddening ease.

And then—he pulled your legs higher.

You gasped when the position changed—your back arched, arms clinging to his neck as your thighs were pushed up toward your chest. "Lux!" You gasped...your body was entirely open to him now, helpless and suspended. You couldn't do a thing--but even if you could, you wouldn't want to.

Full nelson? Oh yeah.

Lux’s eyes gleamed with his wicked satisfaction as he looked down at you with that grin, flushed and completely ruined in his arms.

“Oh, we're not done, darling." he whispered against your lips, voice dripping with hunger. “Not even close.”

With a crash of thunder, your cries and screams rung around the theatre all night. ;)

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This one took a lot of time to write and revise, which is why I've been quiet this week. I am working on the next few requests to catch up!

[lem0nt1ddy]

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HEADCANONS (NSFW)

✨️Lux Imperator/Mr. Ring A Ding x AFAB reader

Not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting anyone to like the last fic I made, so I'm super flattered by y'all's love and support!

Lux is a complex character, it's hard to pinpoint exactly where Mr. Ring A Ding ends and Lux begins. So I wanted to include their differences even though they share one form.

(Also to those who did send in a request, I'm working on the responses!! Just you wait (｡• ̀д•́) 人 (•̀ω•́ )ﾊﾞ)

WARNING: Vaginal sex, shameless thirsting, tits fuck, nesting (I guess?), body worshipping, oral and size kink mention, etc. Minors GTFO

Oh boy, what have you gotten yourself into?

At a glance, Mr. Ring A Ding seems all charm and class—cartoonish flair, slick lines, nothing extra under that flamboyant suit. It's all showbiz with charm and wit! Sure, with that wicked grin, he’s got a knack for jokes with a sinister side, but shouldn't have any EXTRA EQUIPMENT under those slacks of his, right?

Lux changed that.

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MR. RING A DING

• Always preps beforehand. Are things getting heated in the cinema? He'd scramble around like a madman, finding pillows, blankets, anything soft for you two to lay down on. The floor? Please. You deserve better.

• If you're aroused, oh yeah, he can tell. You're an open book to him. Initially, he is a bit coy about it for the first time with that grin-- but will easily fold and give in. He's more than happy to take care of you.

• First time seeing you naked? He's awestruck. Wide-eyed. Antennas twitching. You're the sexiest thing alive to him, his weakness.

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His brows arched, eyes widening just slightly, antennae giving the faintest twitch. “...Oh...Oh.” Oh, yes.

The realization hit him like a low hum in his chest. He leaned in, slowly, a deliberate smirk tugged at the corner of his lips; the heat between your legs became almost impossible to disregard.

“You’re aroused, aren't you?" he murmured, voice rich and dark. His breath crawled over your skin, igniting a spark low in your belly. "W-what?" You swallowed roughly, but it didn’t help convince him otherwise. It's almost as if his eyes were lasers, piercing through your clothing. "You're aroused." He repeated, his gaze inert.

He glanced around—left, right. One quick, calculated check of your surroundings before his attention slid back to you.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pressed his knee between your thighs, firm, unwavering. “Don’t hide it,” he whispered, voice like smoke. “I want to feel just how much you need me." You could hear the grin in his voice as he leaned in and whispered against your neck.

"You're kidding." You gasped subconsciously in response.

"Don't make me laugh."

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SEXUAL BEHAVIOR

• Vanilla- but extremely flexible! He’s a gentleman first, and a fast learner second. Tell him what you like, he'll do it with enthusiasm.

• Remember when I said that he can't keep his hands to himself? Yeah—multiply that by ten. They're all over you. Your breasts, your waist, your tummy, your thighs, that gorgeous face. He's a hungry fucking man and you're a masterpiece he wants to ruin.

• Oh yeah, speaking of which, Mr. Ring A Ding loves tits. Yours specifically. Small? Big? In the middle? He doesn't care, he's starving for them. Loves to hold them, kiss them, suck on them like they’re candy. Low-cut shirts got him DROOLING.

• Tit fucking? GOES CRAZY FOR SOME. Tries it once, and now he's hooked-- bro goes feral.

• He's gentle and has more self-control than the Lux side of him. But that self-control can only be maintained for so long. As the heat rises, he’s unraveling fast.

• High libido, this guy is on overdrive, and can't help it. The bedroom ham sandwich? He’s always hungry.

• A selfless lover, he'll do whatever it takes to get you off. And not just once-- multiple times. Your pleasure is priority one. That’s his mission!! He has NO concept of getting tired. He could cum 3 times in a row and would still be going strong. Oral, fingers, anything that will please you.

• Prefers privacy more than public sex- he favors intimacy. It's a plus if y'all are in a small space!

• A rail-you-into-next-month sweetheart. This goddamn cutie pie is constantly holding your face and kissing you. He will see what you like, and keep at it. He may be clumsy, but he's new to this. He's trying, ok? 🥺 It's out of love.

NOISE

• Makes a lot of it. This man is panting and groaning all over the place. He cannot shut the fuck up, constantly yapping about how intense you feel and asking if you like it.

• Gets off to how loud you are. He's not completely happy until he has you practically sobbing and screaming his name, overstimulation building in your gut. The louder you are, the wilder he gets. Whimpers, moans-- that’s music to his ears.

---> (Don't worry, he's going to check if you're crying because of pleasure and not because of pain. He doesn't want that. ☹️)

🌙 Do you think that's it? Oh no, Lux is still alive and thriving under Mr. Ring A Ding's skin.

LUX IMPERATOR

• Sure, back in his early perspective-warping days, he was barely two feet tall—but don’t let that fool you! He could most definitely make you scream.

•Now? With full control of his size and proportions? He’ll absolutely use it to his advantage. Remember he's a God. He'd twist physics itself in the name of ruining you perfectly.

• If you got a fantasy, he'd want to be it. Got a craving? Kink? A dirty wish? Tell him-- he wants to make you squirm in the best way possible.

• A THIRSTY BASTARD. He's perverted for sure. You could be wearing the baggiest clothes known to man and he'd still be eye-fucking you from afar. If you even breathe next to him, you're done for.

• Bro is a MENACE. He's got his hands on you, and always begs for you to "have some fun" with him all the time. You could be turned around doing something, and he'll come up and literally dry-hump you from behind.

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“Oh, come on, darlin’!" he whined dramatically, dropping to his knees like a diva in distress, hands clasped together like he was praying, with crocodile tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. “You're killing me! I’m falling apart here!”

He looked up at you with the biggest, fakest pout imaginable—antennae twitching, eyes wide with mischief.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty please??” he sing-songed, crawling a little closer. “Let’s have some fun—just a quick round! I promise!" A lie, but you already know it.

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SEXUAL BEHAVIOR

• Lux is a lot rougher and has the capability of losing control-- almost reckless. Animalistic. He doesn't just want to make love, he wants to ravage you like a rabid beast. If he's in the mood, you're in trouble.

• This man is OBSESSED with bending in every single strange position he can think of-- Upside-down, backwards, sideways? He’ll make it work. It's an absolute PLUS to dating a cartoony God. Bones? Joints? The way he bends, it doesn't even seem like he has any.

• Libido is high as well but has absolutely no shame. He'll fuck you right then and there wherever you are—back alleys, stairwells, empty hallways. He enjoys getting down and dirty in places where he shouldn't. Can't wait, too desperate and horny to care. Be prepared to get dragged to a secluded area. Loves public sex for sure, addicted to the risk of getting caught.👍

• In comparison to Mr. Ring A Ding, he's an ass kind of guy! Worships it. Craves it. Always got his hands on it. Smacks it when you walk by. He enjoys doggy for this reason! He can't help it! 😉

• Can be gentle when he wants to be. Still takes care of you like a gentleman-- though that gentleman can turn into a werewolf easily.

NOISE

• Never shuts up when it comes to dirty talk. Lux doesn't make as much noise in terms of moans but you’ll hear low, guttural groans and breathy grunts as he ruts into you. Bro makes real noise with his dirty talk.

• ENJOYS FEEDBACK! Feeds off your reactions-- If you make a lot of noise, he gets even HARDER. Tell him you've never felt this way before. Let him know he's ruining you. Tell him you love the way he stretches you out, he'll love it.

HEAD?

• Oh yes, please! LOVES receiving but enjoys GIVING even more. Trust me, he's enjoying it much more than you are. The way you clutch at his hair and beg? He eats it up—literally.

FANTASIES?

• UH OH. YOU'D BETTER RUN.

• 100% HAS A SIZE KINK. He lives for the contrasts of your body and his! I can dig deeper into it in a future post!

BONUS: Has a fantasy of shagging you on stage with the spotlight on you both. Every moan, every thrust, every scream of his name? Broadcasted to the imaginary crowd. Lux isn't shy in the slightest about it. (Mr. Ring A Ding is slightly embarrassed about it though.) ____________________________________________________

That's it for tonight y'all! Reminder: I'm taking requests!

[lem0nt1ddy]

HEADCANONS (SFW)

✨️Mr. Ring A Ding/Lux Imperator x Reader

Howdy all! I'm Lemon! This is the first writing I've posted in a long time. I deleted everything I've posted beforehand on all forums. I heavily enjoyed watching Lux, and it inspired me to return to writing! Please enjoy!

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• Mr. Ring A Ding is a man who "falls in love at first sight". The moment his eyes land on you, his heart literally pops out of his chest, fluttering wildly as hearts swirl around his head. With those dreamy eyes, impossibly fluffy lashes, and exaggerated expressions, he makes no secret of how smitten he is.

• Full-blown romantic daydreamer. He’ll float midair in a lovestruck daze, sighing dramatically as he watches you from across the room like you’re the only star in his animated sky. He’d sit in a cinema seat for hours just gazing at you like you’re the main feature.

• There is no shame in his game! He’s endlessly charismatic and pours on the charm like it’s second nature. Whether it's a wink, a blown kiss, or a surprise serenade, he's always making a scene—enjoying every second of it.

• MASSIVE FLIRT ALERT. Big gestures, bigger compliments, and even bigger eyes when you walk into the room.

• This guy is a ride-or-die. He follows you like a heart-eyed puppy, arms always ready to swoop you into a dramatic dip or tight cuddle.

• Almost hyper-affectionate, needy in the most endearing way, and acts like being apart from you for five minutes is a tragedy of universe-ending proportions.

🌙 But of course, there is Lux within Mr. Ring A Ding.

• Before inhabiting the cartoon, Lux Imperator—the God of Light, the Dazzle at the heart of the Pantheon.—didn’t feel the way mortals did. Affection, longing, softness… those were distant, irrelevant concepts. He was celestial: radiant, untouchable, and entirely above sentiment. Cold, calculated, cruel, and at times, sadistic in his magnificence. That is, until you came along.

• Then he saw you. In a single, fleeting moment, you pierced through the perfection of his divine solitude. For the first time, something pulled him downward—from the heavens, into your orbit.

• He thinks you're gorgeous and wants to do something about it.

• Thanks to his new cartoony form, his emotions greatly amplified. As a cartoon, emotion rushes through him unchecked: heightened, amplified, unrelenting. He giggles louder, smiles brighter, feels deeper, and sparkles like glitter.

• Master manipulator. He knows what he wants, he knows how to get it, and he'll destroy everything in his way to have it. And this time, it's you. Lux isn’t some lovestruck fool fumbling for your hand—he is a master of the long game.

• The guy will stalk follow you wherever you go. Again, you can't escape light itself!

• At first, he wears a bright, harmless mask—“Mr. Ring A Ding!” he says with a charming grin. Jovial, magnetic. But behind those golden eyes is something ancient. Sinister. Something dangerous.

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“Oh me, oh my!” he gushed, teetering forward with a sparkle in his heart-shaped eyes—completely, shamelessly hypnotized. “And what do we have here?”

He took a jaunty step closer, his little two-foot frame radiating theatrical delight.

“You are… dazzling! Positively radiant!” He twirled on his heel, a flourish in his voice as if announcing a grand discovery. “Please, won’t you tell me—who is this standing before me?”

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• Lux is a needy bastard. Most of the time he wants an excuse to be around you or interact with you. Lux clings to excuses just to be near you.

-> Going up the stairs? He’s weak to walk, so he begs. “Oh dear, my legs!” he gasps, arms outstretched like a damsel. He'll deliberately stumble or whimper for your pity, milking every ounce of concern. "Please, help me, darling!"

• He'll whip out every excuse in the book for you to stay if you have to leave, no matter how long you will be gone. This man is devious. It's almost funny how he can turn from an untouchable god to a beggar, literally writhing around at your feet, swinging his cartoonish arms around your legs to keep you from leaving. Bro cries a river every time.

-> "You’re abandoning me! Forever! My heart—it's shattered!” he cries, tears somehow real, and a bit excessive.

• It's important to acknowledge the fact that Lux is still a manipulative, ill-intended, conniving little shit behind the antics and adoration. He knows how to pull strings, twist emotions, and charm you into compliance.

• And yet, it’s real. All of it. The obsession, the affection, the chaos. It's messy and unhinged, but his feelings are genuine.

• You’re the one thing that breaks through his armor of cartoonish madness and divine detachment.

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Lux does not hold back when it comes to affection. Again, he thinks you're pretty, and he's going to tell you all the time.

• He cannot keep his hands to himself. He always has to be holding you or touching you in some way. A hand on yours, grabbing your waist, both are on your cheeks when giving you a big ol' smooch.

• Make-out sessions on the floor? That's a yes. You'll find him on top of you, with hearts flying around his head with each second that flies by.

Even though he is a God, and you are a mortal, he would worship and adore you. In return, he wants you to worship him, too. Not in a religious way but romantically (out of love). He'll treat you as if you're the most sublime creature on earth.

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I do take requests, questions, SFW, and NSFW! Please, do ask!