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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞.ᐟ
ᝰ Blitzø x Fem!reader
ᝰ NSFW, oral (fem receiving), fingering, degrading names (slut), tail play??
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˗ˏˋ Blitzø does return the favor in the bedroom, and he’s going to prove it ˎˊ˗
Your lazy night in was interrupted by a loud banging on your door, making you jump and pause your TV. Checking your phone, you see that it's just after midnight, and you frown; who the fuck would be knocking on your door this late?
Whoever it was loudly knocked again before yelling through the door, “It’s Blitz open up!”
You sigh in frustration at the familiar name and voice of your frequent booty call. Of course, it was Blitzø. The man would never call or text; instead, he would just show up at random and expect you to rework your plans for him. You get up and drag yourself to the door, opening it and fully prepared to cuss him out, “Blitz, what-”
You barely got the door open before the imp was storming inside your apartment and slamming it shut behind him, “Listen, I’ve had a long and shitty night, and now I need to prove something to myself, so if you could get naked and in bed that would be fan-fucking-tastic.”
Blitzø walked around you and made his way to your bedroom, taking his leather jacket off and tossing it on the couch in the process. You stood there dumbfounded for a moment before taking off after him, “What?”
“Oh my fucking Satan, can you just take your fucking pants off.” Blitzø snapped, standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed. You could tell something was wrong, even if he hadn’t told you he had a shitty night; it was obvious from his expression alone.
The two of you weren’t exactly the ‘talk about your feelings’ type, but you’ve never seen Blitzo this bothered before. Something really fucked up must’ve happened for him to be this visibly upset, “What happened?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you after I’m done with you.” Blitzø tried to flirt, and you only glared at him in response. He huffed in annoyance, “A lot of shit that I don’t want to talk about happened, okay? But one thing that did happen is that my ex said I don’t reciprocate in bed, and I know that shit is a lie.”
“So that’s what you need to prove to yourself? That you can please your bedmate?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning on the doorframe.
“Not just any bedmate!” Blitzø yelled, obviously getting worked up at the memory of whatever happened, “I need to prove that I can pleasure a pussy haver! That bitch made it seem like I don’t know where the clit is, and I cannot have that!”
Your eye twitched at the term ‘pussy haver,’ but still, you sighed and walked over towards the bed, “Yaknow, I don’t think you’ve ever eaten me out before.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve never sucked me off either. We’re more of the quick fuck type of booty call.” Blitzø rolled his eyes, “Now, am I gonna have to cut your stupid sleep shorts off or what?”
You stood silently in front of him for a moment, looking him up and down, trying to decide if you were really going to do this. The assassin seemed almost desperate for you to agree, and honestly, you did kind of want to see if he actually was good at eating pussy or not.
With a tired sigh, you slip out of your shorts and panties before climbing up onto your bed. Blitzø smirks at you before clapping his hands together and rubbing them, “You should also take your top off; I’m about to give you some real underboob sweat.”
“Literally, what the fuck?” You snap, glaring at him as he pushes your legs apart. The feeling of the cool air on your exposed core makes you shiver, and you quickly pull off your t-shirt.
Blitzø pulls your folds apart with his thumbs, exposing you even more, and spits on your pussy. You jump at the suddenness of his action and open your mouth to yell at him before he moves one of his thumbs, sliding it between your folds to spread his spit. You moan softly when he just barely brushes your clit, and you hear him mumble, “See, you fucking skank, I know exactly where the clit is.”
“Yep, you sure showed her. Now, why don’t you rub it or something.” You whined when his thumb only grazed the sensitive nub again.
“Oh no, I’m gonna do this right,” Blitzø said and began circling your entrance with his middle finger. “Which means I’m gonna draw it out as long as possible.”
You moan loudly when he slides his finger inside of you; your legs fall open impossibly wider as you glare down at him, “You’re an ass.”
“It’s your fault for thinking otherwise, sweetheart.” Blitzø meets your glare with a smirk before leaning down and flicking his forked tongue against your clit. Your hips buck up at the small bit of friction, pushing his finger deeper inside of you and making you grip the sheets tightly.
Using his free hand to hold your hips down against the bed, Blitzø started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly as he dragged his tongue between your folds. Every time the forked tip of his tongue cradled your clit, your hips jerked, and you moaned, no doubt alerting your neighbors to what you were up to.
After a few minutes of this slow torture, Blitzø finally pushed a second finger inside of you, making your back arch, “Oh fuck, Blitz.”
“Yeah, that's right,” Blitzø grunted against your mound, his fingers moving faster inside of you, “You better remember who’s making you feel this good.”
“Blitz your tongue-” You whine, missing the feeling of his mouth on you.
“What about it, sugar?” Blitzø asked, bringing this thumb up to rub agonizingly slow circles against your clit as his fingers continued to fuck into you, curling up just right and hitting your sweet spot. “Awe, does the dumb slut want my tongue on her clit? Are you gonna beg for it?”
You let out a frustrated groan, not wanting to give in to this stupid game but also needing his stupidly long tongue to cum, “Please, Blitz, fuck! Please use your tongue!”
“Well, when you ask so nicely.” You didn’t have to look at the imp to know he was smirking as he said that before he sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the small nub and making you all but scream.
You couldn’t help yourself anymore and reached down, grabbing Blitzø’s horns and pulling his face closer. You felt more than heard his muffled grunt of surprise, the noise vibrating against your sensitive skin and making your legs shake. That all-too-familiar heat began coiling in your abdomen, and you started rocking your hips against him as you moaned, “I’m so close!”
Something suddenly brushing against your left breast, pushing against your neglected nipple, and sending a shiver up your spine caught your attention. You pried your eyes open to see Blitzø had snaked his tail up your body, the flat end of it pressing against your tit until it lifted and came back down with a hard smack.
“Blitz fuck!” You cried out as you came, body overwhelmed with the amount of stimulation.
Blitzø continued his brutal pace as you soaked his face. His fingers still fucked against your g-spot, his tongue still circled your swollen clit, and his tail still smacked against your nipple until you were begging him to stop. He finally pulled away from you with a wet pop and leaned over you with a smirk while he licked his lips.
“So?” He asked, sounding out of breath but looking way more smug than when he showed up, “How was that?”
You panted, completely slumped against your bed, and getting pissed off at the sweaty feeling under your boobs, “That was-”
The sound of a high-pitched barking started blaring from Blitzø’s pocket, and you tilted your head to watch as he quickly pulled his phone out. You knew that was his daughter Loona’s ringtone, so when the imp’s eyes widened impossibly large before he scurried off the bed, you became nervous. ���Blitz? Everything okay?”
“Yeah- shit!” Blitzø cursed as he fell off your bed, and you just rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Looney just needs me to pick her up!”
You just sat on your bed and listened as Blitzo ran out of your room and grabbed his jacket, “Okay, well-”
The sound of your front door opening and slamming shut cut you off, leaving you alone again. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you saw time as a little past one in the morning and sighed. If it weren’t for the wet feeling between your legs and the satisfied ach in your body, it would almost feel like he’d never been at all.
You flopped back down on your bed with a huff, “Asshole.”
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⚡️Impish Reasearch⚡️
Striker x Male Angel!reader fluff!
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The amazingly blue and white skies slowly turns to a dark, crimson red. Protected by a heavenly seal, no daggers could harm you, but the filthy insults and glares from the souls trapped in hell were exempt from your protection. In front of the palace doors, an imp stands by to pulverize anyone who may try to hurt you. He looks at you and winks. You turn sway from him, no time to get distracted. The doors slam behind you as you make your way up the long stairs. Photos of your boss' business "partner" and his family stare at you eerily, judging you.
Standing in a doorway, an empty table and open patio doors greet you. "Oh Lucifer," you introduce, walking towards the patio. You stand a safe yet close distance to him, the king of Hell, Lucifer. "Isn't it wonderful," he begins. It wasn't uncommon for him to monologue about how glorious his kingdom is. "All of this, the freedom to do whatever you want. You can do the most heinous things to another and still be seen as a true equal."
You nod, barely listening. Instead, you look down at the "glorious" kingdom he speaks of. Imps sleeping in boxes, prostitutes fighting for drugs, bombs being launched, and faint screaming that never seems to end. This was not the paradise Lucifer made it out to be, but as an angel, you couldn't help but feel discomfort with the state of despair.
"So, what does your precious God want to do with my kingdom this time? Perhaps try to salvage the poor sinners who were sent here "wrongfully"?" "No," you sigh, "God is asking about your daughter's attempt to-" "oh please," he snaps, "I do not want anything to do with a "rehabilitation" for the souls trapped here. We agreed anybody who is sent here shall stay, no backsies. If my daughter wants to break a millennium-old pact, she will deal with that when she is queen. That is the end of the discussion."
Lucifer was always adamantly against his daughter's idea of rehabilitating a demon and allowing them a chance at redemption, it was unclear to you why. God, however, seems to be almost content with the idea presented. Known as the most merciful, it is only to fair to give those worthy a second chance. Lucifer does not agree, and you fear that if you push him any further, your wings will no longer fly.
Exiting the palace, more protestors stand and belittle you while the bodyguard still stands like a knight in shining armor. "I'll escort you to a safer area, sir." Following the imp, you feel as though you failed your mission, the whole reason you were sent down here. "What's got you so glum?" The imp asks with a southern twang. "I was unable to reason with Lucifer about a proposal from God." He scoffs and chuckles, "don't you worry about Luci, he's stubborn as a bull. God should've realized that sendin' a lil' angel down here wouldn't do the trick." Was he belittling you or trying to comfort you? "Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Name's Striker, private assassin and guard" he holds out his hand. Fingerless gloves that show off his claws. Hesitantly shaking his hand, "I'm Y/N, God's angel ambassador." "Wow, an ambassador? You must suck a lotta peen to get that high a role!" He laughs. It was loud, boisterous, confident, like he didn't even care he was talking to God's right hand man. "N-no, I just dedicated my time and effort and eventually was rewarded." His smile fades. "So you just wait? No go-get-em in you?" "Not exactly, I am ambitious, I just prefer to bide my time." "So Simple up there. Down here you gotta kill, gotta take the bull by the horns and lead it to the competition. S'hard work, but when you're hired by the man in charge, boy, do you feel like you've won the lotto." The two of you reached your destination, and he looks at you and pauses. "Do what you want, Y/N, I'll be eagerly awaitin' your next visit."
You tell God the update on the rehabilitation project, and of course, they are unhappy. "What a shame, I would disassemble that damned pact if I could, but it requires the consent of the two rulers." They shake their head, resting it on their hand. "Thank you for the update, Y/N, you are relieved of your duties for the day."
Walking away from the palace down the golden streets, cherubs flying and giggling as other angels talk and walk together. Such a simplistic lifestyle. You think on the scenery of hell, the dark overtones and absolute freedom of oneself, good or bad. The souls who have accepted their life as a filthy sinner and acted as such, the imps who are the lowest of the low act the same as those who were sent down. What purpose did they serve? What purpose was an assassin if they were already deceased? These questions antagonized you, but they all surrounded a certain Imp, the one who talked to you like you were a true equal-Striker. He was such an interesting one, looks and conversation, he was different. You wanted to learn more about this imp.
With God's permission, angels were able to go to hell for their own benefit and for the extermination process. Some angels were even given the ability to shape-shift or look as if they belonged there. You were one of those angels. This ability was not able to be used all the time, only for small amounts of time. That did not stop you.
As you entered hell once again, you sought out the countryside imp to discuss your curiosities. Looking around for him was difficult, but the helpful sinners and imps who actually did recognize your description of him were able to help you find him, which eventually you did. He was eating a sandwich in a run-down diner. Taking a seat next to him, you order a cup of what looks like coffee. He scoffs. "How basic, why not try a sandwich? At least you'll get some sustenance." Taken aback by his new attitude, you wondered if this was how he treated everyone, maybe it was just politeness when you were an Angel. You lean in closer to him despite his tensing body and whispered "I'm the angel. I wanna talk." Striker's eyes widened as did his smile. "Well, let's get out of 'ere, I can tell ya alllll about what ya wanna know". He stands and you follow him to a secluded area behind some buildings. No one was around, it was almost abandoned. "So you're the angel I escorted earlier, huh? Mighty risky of ya to come down here on yer own." He lights a cigarette. "Well yes, but I had some questions about this world I'd like to be answered." He smiles with the cigarette through his sharp fangs, "I'd be happy to answer yer questions, handsome." You blush slightly. "W-well, you are an assassin, yes?" "Yessir" he says confidently with a bit of pride. "What purpose do you serve when everyone here is already dead?" His smile seems to fade a bit as he looks towards the ground. "I don't know and frankly, I don't care," his smile comes back, more sinister than before. "I get paid big bucks to kill these low-lives here, my biggest client is from the Goetia family, believe it or not." Did he say the Goetia? One of the highest royalties in Hell? What would a Goetia need an assassin for? Striker continues, "I even got one of heaven's fine-ass weapons to get the job done. Now I'm sure you don't need a lesson on the definition of assassin, but I get lotsa money to kill someone here, dead or not."
"How intriguing." Not even he knows where his victims go? How could he be so nonchalant about this? You look at him, puffing out smoke and crushing the cigarette under his boots. He doesn't care about anything but money it seems he's just like the others here. "Alright... how are morals down here?" Striker laughs, "what morals? We all don't care 'bout each other! It's kill or be killed here!" His toothy smile flashes with a golden fang, a cruel display. "But," he continues, "there are some here that decide to settle down, find someone, start a family of their own if they want. Others start their own business, and some try to do good deeds." You look at him, watch him as he describes the bit of light in such a dark universe. "I used to want to do that, have a family, but that ain't the life for me. I kill now, and I'm damn good at it, and that's enough for me. You don't know how hard it is to find someone here, let alone someone who wants an imp." He spat the word "imp" with such distaste, such hatred and scorn for his own kind. No wonder, being the lowest of the lowest class here, it must be agonizing to even exist.
"What if someone wanted to be with you too? Even if they aren't what you expected... aren't someone from Hell?" Striker looks at you, confused yet intrigued. "What? Like you? An Angel? HA! Don't Pull my tail, ion need that kinda joke right now." "No," you say sternly, "I have thought about you since I met you today, and I'd like to experience things with you! I would like to start a research project with you." "A what?" "A research project. I do them for God on many occasions, mostly about Hell's state and the wellness of the angels in heaven. I'd like to discuss with him a possibility of researching an imp and how one lives and I believe you are the best candidate."
Striker was taken aback. He was the best candidate for a research project? No way was he qualified, he was an imp, a low-life, nothing more! But, he was honored that someone of such a high class, someone like you, chose him; but he'd never let you know that. "Sure Angel, I'll be your little Guinea pig, but in return, I get to ask you whatever I want and you gotta answer regardless. And you gotta stay here for a bit. Deal?" He holds out his hand. It's a dangerous deal, being an Angel down in hell, but the chance to research an imp was perfect. You shake his hand, agreeing before returning to heaven to consult God.
"Y/N, what would researching an imp's life do for their benefit?" "Well, we can use this research to determine if more sinners or imps will be annihilated during the exterminations." "Fine, I will grant you three months to gather information. I will give you an impish disguise so you can experience their hardships as well. I wish you luck, Y/N."
And with that, you were sent to hell to research the life of an imp with Striker.
It was a tough life for sure, but within these 3 months you grew accustomed to the lifestyle. It wasn't difficult to fend for yourself after a bit, especially at an assassin's side. Speaking of Striker, you grew close with him, learning about his life and hardships. As you grew, your feelings for the imp did as well. It wasn't ideal, but it happened. Hiding it became more and more difficult, resulting in avoiding Striker as much as possible while still being near him.
Striker, however, knew of these feelings since the start, having reciprocated these same feelings, but not telling you until he was sure. He teased you and played with your tail, the horns and made snarky comments to you that made you blush and set your insides on fire. The rare times you flirted back only made his remarks more frequent.
Sometimes he would hold you, or cuddle you under the ruse of being asleep and just getting comfortable in an unconscious state. You didn't mind at all, in fact, it become a daily instance to sleep while cuddling; for comfort and warmth, of course. It was a lovely thing to hold each other, tails sometimes intertwining and tangling with each other, causing a cute yet awkward scene of giggling and Striker pulling them apart, saying something along the lines of "they got a mind of their own, huh?"
One month until you were to be sent back to Heaven, one more month with Striker. Today was the day you wanted to tell him you loved him. It was nerve-wracking, but you wanted to tell him all of your icky feelings, all of the sappy thoughts while cuddling, the happiness when he'd untangle the two of you, and how his comments and teasing made your heart swoon. He was laying in bed in the dingy motel room he resided in. Laying next to him, you stroked a finger on his horn, thinking he was asleep. "I can feel yer claw there, darlin"." You were wrong. "Sorry, they're so cool looking!" He rolled over, shirtless and his hair ruffled. He smiled and chuckled sleepily, "y'know, it's a treat lookin' atcha get all excited about my horns when you gotta pair of yer own." It was comments like that. That damn smile. "Well what can I say, I enjoy your looks." Here we go, on the track of confession. He looked at you in the eyes, acting smugly, but there was a sense of fear in him. "Oh? You sayin' I'm attractive, angel boy?" "Of course, why else would I obsess over your horns and spiny tail all the time? No other imp catches my eye like you do." Striker smiled slightly and looked at the ground, a very, very slight blush dusting his cheeks. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't have chosen me for this if you weren't a lil' bit attracted to me, right?"
Striker had a slight self-esteem issue. You know, of course. It tied back to him being an imp. You were aware of this and we're always sensitive when discussing the topic. "Well, you wouldn't have accepted if you weren't attracted to me as well, right?" You moved your hand to ever so lightly brush your fingers over his. He notices and slides a finger under yours, reciprocating the action of affection. "Yer right haha. Maybe I am a bit attracted to an Angel in an Imp's disguise." You smile as the two of you look into each other's eyes lovingly. "And this Angel has indeed fallen for an imp such as yourself."
The feelings were out, and it seemed they were reciprocated. Your hands tangled and held one another's, foreheads pressed against each other's as light and loving laughter filled the room. Tails intertwining once again, but not accidentally, not to be untied by the handsome assassin the Angel had fallen for. This was a display of pure love, nothing a research book could ever describe, not for these two.
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Fandom: Helluva Boss
Word Count: 2.5K
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Lucky King? | L.M.
summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.
pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader
includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)
a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.
Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.
An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.
He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.
“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.
“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“
“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.
Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”
You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”
“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.
“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.
“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”
Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“
“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”
“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.
You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”
“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”
“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”
He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”
“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”
“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”
“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”
Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”
You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.
The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.
“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.
You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”
“Mom—“
You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.
“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”
“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”
You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.
“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“
“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.
He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”
“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“
“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”
You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.
The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.
Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.
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Hazbin Hotel x Sick!Reader
A/N: Hey guys! I wanted to do some more x reader headcanons just because they’re so fun! I love the idea of the characters caring for you when you’re sick, it’s just so cute. I hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Hazbin Hotel x Reader
Warnings: None (if you don't count tooth-rotting fluff)
Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer
🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:
Essentially hides you away in his room: wants more than anything to take care of you, but refuses to expose this “softer” side of him to anyone else. If anybody knew that you were the Radio Demon’s only weakness, not only would that put him in danger, but you as well.
Will prepare any food that your heart desires - his mother brought him up to be an excellent cook! His recommended feel-good food is his mother’s jambalaya, but you absolutely love when he makes etouffee!
If anybody dares to try and disturb your well-needed sleep, he broadcast their screams to remind them just why the hotel has a radio tower…
Will suggest that you take advantage of the bayou-side of his room for the fresh air, but of course will not force you to do anything against your complete comfort.
The best thing that he knows to do is what his mother did to him whenever he was sick: Sit in bed with him and tell him Creole folk tales. They always enamored him, and just the fact that he was allowing you to see this personal side of him made you feel better.
At the end of the day, Alastor would take advantage of the beautiful setting that the dark bayou side of his room provided and conjure up a lovely scene of fireflies, all while softly playing his piano and singing his favorite songs to guide you to sleep (You are the only person he will let hear his singing). While Alastor may seem heartless from afar, you wouldn’t trade this demon for all of the money in the world.
🗝️😈Charlie😈🗝️:
Would definitely notice that you were sick before you did and insisted that you get plenty of bedrest. When you refused, insisting that you were ok, she would monitor you until you finally accepted that you were sick and let her take care of you. She would say, “I’m not saying I told you so, buuuuuut…”
Takes care of you to the point where some tasks of the hotel were neglected, but to be honest, it was a win-win for everyone in the hotel. She was happy that you were being taken care of, and everyone else was happy that they didn’t have to participate in trust exercises.
She would crack open her book of the story of Hell - it always calms her down during an extermination, so hopefully it could calm you down as you try to sleep.
If she absolutely had to leave the hotel to do/get something, she would most definitely buy a little keepsake and bring it back for you.
She would use her love for singing to lull you to sleep, singing sweet lullabies that her mother used to sing to her as a child.
You have to constantly remind her to take care of herself as well, as she will literally remain at your bedside, not caring to eat or sleep, until you get better. She often gets so caught up in caring for others that she forgets to care for herself! You tell her that it would genuinely make you feel better to see her taking care of herself as well.
🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:
Gets more defensive over you than usual, which honestly scares everyone. Nobody wants to so much as speak to you wrong in fear of Vaggie literally attacking them. Having Vaggie around is the definition of scary dog privileges.
She’s honestly extremely dramatic when it comes to you getting sick, which may seem ridiculous, but think about it: she was thrown away by her “family” in heaven, and now you’re the only person that she truly has. You confide in her, you allow her to let her guard down. If she lost you, she doesn’t know how she could even exist. So whether you have a cold or something more serious, she will automatically jump to the worst conclusions and get worried as Hell.
As tough as she seems, Vaggie loves to cuddle. She will literally lay in bed with you all day, not caring if she gets sick as well. You’re the only person that she can be vulnerable with, and if you have to be in bed all day, you better bet she’ll be right there next to you.
Her love language is absolutely telling you about all the things that she would do to defend you. She will go into immense detail about the things that she would do for you, and you will always listen in awe. She has been through so much, and this is the only way that she knows how to express her true love for you.
The last thing she wants is for somebody to feel abandoned in their struggle like she did when she fell from Heaven, especially you. She will make sure that you know how much you are valued and loved, not just by her, but by everyone at the hotel.
When you’re finally ready to get out of bed and start participating in hotel duties again, she monitors you the whole time to make sure that you’re not over-exerting yourself.
🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:
Is very upset and on edge - Valentino forces him to work everyday, no matter the circumstances, and not being at the hotel to care for you or at least watch over you makes him feel horrible.
Basically forces you to sleep as much as you can, even better if it’s in his room so he can see that you’re okay immediately when he gets home.
Encourages you to cuddle with Fat Nuggets - he’s essentially a cute and cuddly heating pad. (He actually gives Fat Nuggets this adorable pep talk about how he needs to take good care of you while “dad” is at work)
He wholeheartedly believes in the power of comedy, so he essentially treats your bedrest as a stand-up comedy show for him to perform in order to make you laugh. He’ll tell stupid jokes, put together horrible dances, or even just hide in places and scare you in hopes that making you laugh will help you forget how bad you feel.
Loves talking to you after work. You’re essentially the only person that he takes off his hypersexual mask around, and he knows that he can be himself around you, that you would never judge him. So, sometimes he will get home to find you already asleep and get in bed with you, holding you tight, whispering all of the things that he wanted to tell you about today, hoping that at least some of his words wiggle their way into your dreams.
Loves sappy rom com movies and will 100% force you to watch them with him. He claims it’s because the “good vibes” of the romance will make you feel better, but to be honest, he just wants someone to watch his dumb movies with.
♦️🥃Husk🥃♥️:
Will blame himself for your sickness, claiming that he shouldn’t have let you drink so much over the past couple of days (He literally cannot comprehend the idea that people can be sick NOT from being hungover lol).
When you insist that it’s not his fault, he’ll ease up. He’ll use some of his bartending skills to make some sort of juice mocktail for you and will definitely sneak in some vitamin C to heal you faster.
Everyone - specifically Angel - will wonder why the fuck the bar hasn’t been stocked in days (It’s because Husk has been chilling in bed/taking care of you nonstop).
This is the only time that he will completely surrender to the idea of being one big stuffed animal to cuddle with. I mean, he’s warm, soft, and he purrs! What’s more therapeutic than that?
This is also a great time to get uninterrupted talking time with Husk. He’s a great listener, so you’ve always opened up to him, but it took him a while to open up to you too. He had told you that you were one of the only people that he trusted enough to confide in, but always seemed to air on the side of caution when sharing his personal struggles because it always seemed that someone would just pop up at the bar asking for a drink whenever it happened. This was one of the few times that the two of you could be completely open and vulnerable with each other without the risk of outside judgment.
Given the fact that he was such a gambler, Husk has a knack for all sorts of card games. If you get too bored, just give him a deck of cards and the possibilities for entertainment are endless. Want him to teach you how to play poker or rummy? Done. Want him to embarrass himself while he tries to relearn some card tricks that he used to flaunt? Done and done.
🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:
The second you told him you were sick, he would waste no time in finding one of his many inventions that could help you in some way. He definitely has some complex medical screening device hidden somewhere that he could use… he just has to remember where he put it.
If you complain about being sore, he will insist that you snuggle up next to him. Because he’s a cold-blooded reptile, his body is one big ice pack! On the other end, if you feel yourself coming down with some feverish chills, he has you covered! His bedroom ceiling is essentially one huge heat lamp, so feel free to chill under there, too!
Has assigned himself as your personal nurse and will provide anything that your heart desires. If it for some reason cannot be found within the hotel, he will travel to any ring of Hell necessary to make sure that you are well taken care of. This man is DETERMINED.
You can tell that he’s taking this seriously because he actually neglects his “evil duties” for a couple of days. The airship isn’t even mentioned until you heal (unless, of course, you feel that taking a ride on the airship would make you feel better. Then, of course he will set it up for you!).
Despite literally voicing his complete and utter devotion to your every flight of fancy, this man is still as awkward as ever. He will still struggle to ask you if you want to cuddle, quite literally fluttering around the subject until you bring it up for him.
At the end of the day, though, Sir Pentious is probably the sweetest sinner you could’ve ended up with as your caretaker. He may be awkward, but boy, does he love you!
👹👼Lucifer👼👹:
While you are resting in bed, he will conjure up the most delightful images of anything you request (his favorite, though, is a group of ducklings waddling through a golden lake together 🫶)
Being the King of Hell, he has so many interesting stories to tell you if you’re willing to listen. He will gladly tell you stories as you lay in bed with him, slowly lulling you to sleep. (His daughter clearly got her love of storytelling from him).
He loves that you trust him enough to let him take care of you - he doesn’t often have people around, let alone people that he truly loves. Just your presence in his room truly fills him with so much joy.
He didn’t want to annoy you with his ramblings about his many rubber ducks so he was ecstatic when you asked him to give you a tour of all of them. This man was telling you each and every duck’s name, backstory, etc. and honestly, it was adorable. When he quickly glazed over one of the ducks anxiously, you asked why. He then shyly revealed that it was, in fact, a rubber duck that looked just like you.
His love language is definitely gift-giving. This rubber duck would lead to him showing the many, MANY gifts he has created for you in his free time. He always has a ton of downtime, so making gifts for people is his favorite hobby. These gifts include, but aren’t limited to: various duck items, binded storybooks, music boxes, paintings, etc. This man is TALENTED, to say the least. He just hopes that looking at these will distract you enough from being sick.
Also, his room is by far the comfiest to sleep in while you’re sick… the mood lighting that is naturally provided from his glowing light shows is simply unmatched.
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Hi!
I was wondering if you could make a oneshot of Alastor and y/n? Where y/n gets kidnapped by Vox and Alastor is all pissed at him and gos on a rescue mission?
Thank you! Love your work btw 🙂
Alastor X Gn Demon Reader (Ft. Vox and Husk)
Alastor had been waiting for you but was starting to inpatient when you were taking longer than usual that is until he heard Husk call out his name. That is how Alastor found out Vox kidnapped you as a way of calling out Alastor.
(Husk found out by looking at the Tv he can see Vox trying to communicate and for Husk could hear it was about him taking you.)
Alastor had no fear but was upset that Vox ruined his time with you so that is how he comes face to face with the place he was told to meet Vox at.
Now while before Alastor came you were tied to a chair as Vox kept ranting about you and Alastor, “Awe seems like you have a crush on little old me~” “No!”. You two kept going back and forth as you did want to know why kidnapping of all things?
Vox looked at you and from your point of view it looked like he was gonna spill his heart out but he just walked out the room leaving you there confused till you heard your boyfriend’s voice.
Alastor and you decided to leave not wanting to waist more time on Vox as both just wanted to have some lunch together so just like that you were gone.
And after that Vox came in and noticing you gone let’s just say the surrounding area had no power for awhile.
You did thank Husk when coming back making sure to pet him before he can push you away (he doesn’t mind when you pet him).
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Hazbin Hotel Master List
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! I will write for pretty much any of the characters from this show.
Click here and leave a comment if you want to be added to any taglists or send me an ask about it.
List of Things I Won't Write
Requests are marked in pink
Series are marked in purple
Suggestive are marked in orange
NSFW are marked in red
ALASTOR
Make You Wish Master List -> Y/n has known Alastor since she first ended up in Hell. When he disappeared? She thought her life was over. Seven years have passed since then and slowly but surely, the 1950s housewife turned murderer has made a life for herself, full of good decisions and some bad ones. What will happen when Alastor turns back up again, sending the world as she has made it into chaos once again? Multi chapter fic.
Rhapsody Master List → Gn!Reader. Alastor and Y/n have been taking down the overlords of Hell together for years but Y/n has had a secret and Alastor knows it. They each go their separate ways because of this but what happens when years later their paths intersect once again. Loosely inspired by Raine and Eda in The Owl House.
Alastor Master List -> I have so many Alastor fics/one shots that they have their own master list now.
LUCIFER
Encore (Lucifer x Reader) → Lucifer went to the hotel wanting to talk to Charlie. Instead, he found the shy demoness who had been unable to meet his eyes the last time he’d visited on the stage.
I Myself am Strange and Unusual (Alastor x Living!Addams family!Reader x Lucifer) → Y/n is bored and summons some demons.
Lovely (Lucifer x Witch!Reader) → Lucifer had heard rumor of the demon with the ability to alter people's memories. Y/n was a marvel and he had her wrapped right around his pinky.
VOX
Destruction//Creation (Vox x Alastor's Ex!Reader x Alastor) → Alastor refuses to let the past die and Y/n would rather pretend it never existed.
Unexpected (Vox x Fox Demon!Reader) → Vox tries to make a deal with one of Valentino’s girls.
Smudge (Vox x Gn!Partner!Reader) → Vox tries to figure out why Y/n, his partner of five months, refuses to kiss him.
LUTE
Music (Lute x Reader) → Y/n has been dating Lute for years. After her girlfriend gets home from the most recent extermination, she tries to talk to Lute about the person being around Adam makes her.
ADAM
Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely (Adam x Reader) → Y/n is a nephalem with ambitions and a need for entertainment. Adam is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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since I’m a sucker for nice hands, I was thinking what if F!reader is in an established relationship with Adam (they’re both angels) and she stares a lot at his hands so she suggests to paint his nails black —> this leads to him taking advantage of her weak spot for his hands to use them when they have sex hehe (like choking her or making her suck his fingers)
Hands
Adam had noticed that (Name) stared at his hands a lot. He let it go for a while until (Name) asked him to let her paint his nails black.
“What is it with you and my hands?”
(Name) blushed, opening and closing her mouth. “I just want to paint your nails,” she finally managed to get out. “I see you staring at them all the time, it’s like you’re in love with the– ohhh.” Adam smirked, putting two and two together. “Do you have a thing for my hands? Do they turn you on?”
(Name)’s face was bright red. “You just have such nice hands. Long fingers.”
“You want to see what these long fingers can do?” Adam asked, grinning.
(Name)’s eyebrows rose. She bit her lip. “Maybe.”
Adam smirked. “Paint my nails first.” (Name)’s jaw dropped. He was such a prick. “Fine,” she conceded sadly, getting the nail polish from her drawer.
The air was thick with tension while (Name) carefully painted Adam’s nails. “This is pretty sick,” Adam said, admiring the hand (Name) had finished. “Metal.” “Stop moving.” “Ooo, attitude,” Adam teased. Still, he did stop moving.
(Name) finished his nails and blew on them to dry. Once they were dry, Adam got into (Name)’s personal space, reaching up to cup her face in one hand. His thumb stroked her cheek before he moved it over her lips. “Open,” he commanded.
Almost giddy, (Name) obliged, taking his thumb into her mouth. Adam pressed on her tongue. “Good girl.” He removed his thumb, replacing it with his forefinger and middle finger. “Suck.”
(Name) did, and Adam’s half erection quickly became a full one. He pulled his fingers out after a moment, impatient as always, and demanded, “Strip.”
(Name) did so hurridly, pulling her shirt over her head and tugging down her sweats and panties, kneeling when she was done. Adam unzipped and shed his robe.
Adam was back on her in an instant, his fingers wet with spit prodding at her entrance. He slid his fingers in and curled them, and (Name) moaned. She tugged at his shirt, but Adam didn’t pull back to remove it, adding another finger. (Name) arched her back. “Adam,” she sighed, pleased.
Adam languidly pumped his fingers in and out before removing them and bringing them up to her face. “Clean my hand and I’ll take my clothes off.” (Name) opened her mouth obediently and took Adam’s fingers one by one, sucking her own juices off of them. Adam stared at her intently the entire time. Maybe he was into hands.
As soon as (Name) finished, Adam took his hand back to shed his shirt, pants, and boxers. He bunched up his shirt and pushed (Name) onto her back, making sure her head was cushioned against the floor by his shirt.
Adam crawled on top of her, connecting their lips. His hands ran up and down her body, before he leaned back, spreading her legs. He aligned himself with her opening and thrust all the way in at once, causing (Name)’s back to arch off the floor.
She locked her legs around Adam’s waist as he began to pound into her recklessly. One of Adam’s hands held (Name)’s lower back, keeping her hips angled upwards, while his other hand wrapped around her throat. He squeezed gently and (Name)’s eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Fuck, (Name), you feel so good,” Adam hissed. (Name) whimpered. “So tight, shit, so good for me.” Adam babbled. (Name) clawed at Adam’s back with one hand while the other gripped the wrist of the hand around her neck.
“Right there,” (Name) gasped at a particularly hard thrust. Adam made sure not to change pace or angle, and (Name) moaned and cried everytime he thrusted in. “Adam,” she whimpered. “You’re doing so good, baby, cum for me.”
(Name) came with a gasp and an arched back, and Adam came almost simultaneously, sheathing himself deep within her to cum on her insides. When Adam came down, he removed his hand from (Name)’s neck and gently pulled out.
“Damn, maybe you were onto something with hands,” Adam panted. (Name) giggled. “Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” “Enjoyed it?” Adam exclaimed. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a lot of sex.” (Name) rolled her eyes, pushing his face away from where he was hovering over her.
Adam gasped in mock scandal. “Rude!”
“I don’t wanna hear about how much sex you’ve had,” (Name) said. “I feel like you’re ignoring the part where I said sex with you is the best sex ever.” (Name) blushed. “Really?” she asked after a moment, looking unsure. Adam sat up and pulled (Name) up and into his lap.
“I’m very serious,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “Meaningful sex beats meaningless sex any day.”
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the thing is, blitzø isn’t in denial about his own feelings; he is in denial about stolas’.
blitzø knows he cares about the prince, he knows that it isn’t just about the grimoire for him anymore, but he’s convinced that his love is completely unrequited, because who in their right mind would like a bastard like him?
not only is stolas leagues above him in terms of social status, but in blitzø’s eyes, he also has nothing of value to add to the table as a person. he’s nothing but an asshole who has ruined lives, who doesn’t know how to build functioning relationships without fucking everything up one way or another. the only meaningful connection he has is with his daughter, and even then she had no other option, he adopted her.
whenever he sees a real, romantic bond, he instantly jumps to the sexual aspect of it- he’s seemingly weirdly interested in moxxie and millie’s relationship, especially when it comes to their bedroom life, and when he finds out that what fizz and ozzie have is genuine, he starts cracking vulgar jokes right away.
this is probably because sex is the most familiar aspect of it all for him, something even himself can obtain; which is why he sticks to that when it comes to stolas. he wants to keep their deal strictly sexual, because that makes it easy to manage. no strings attached means he won’t get hurt, and even worse, he won’t hurt the other person.
so when their dynamic starts to shift, even if to a minuscule amount, he panics and tries to forcefully stop that from happening.
we see it happening firstly during the harvest moon festival, when he stumbles through his own words in an attempt to correct striker, and then during ozzie’s, when he berates stolas at the end of the night, and then finally during OOPS, as he rants to fizz about how the owl doesn’t like him at all. nuh uh. no way in hell.
(you tell yourself that blitzø, we all think.)
#helluva boss#blitzø#sorry i’m writing a blitz-centric stolitz oneshot#so he’s been occupying my mind a little too much#i love him so much man this fucking guy means so much to me#bringing the term apologist back just for him#stolitz
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Hi🫶🏻🫶🏻 could u do a mammon oneshot that takes place after fizz quits.(pretending the twins don’t exist) Like the reader is like the new face of his brand. Ppl start shipping the reader and him online, so he goes along with it for clout and money. But they both eventually end up catching feelings. ( ik it’s rlly specific but I keep thinking about it) also I like ur writing 💜
The internet is a magical place💚
I immediately liked the request and had an idea in mind. It's not something too difficult so my mind was happy Lmao
TW:why do I even put it in if there's never anything to worry about except for swear words, but c'mon, it's Helluva Boss
Mammon x GN! Reader
The news were full of what happened at the last clown pageant. Everything was about Fizzarolli and his relationship with Asmodeus and how Mammon was ridiculed...
Mammon was FURIOUS
He needed a new face, a new someone to put everywhere and make money. He did everything until he finally found it... He found you.
You were perfect! You were funny, good looking and great for the audience! The perfect clown to replace Fizzarolli!
Mammon immediately made plushies, cereal, service bots (you choose what kind of service), hell, even a body pillow of ya!
Phone cases... Halloween costumes for kids... Lamps... Everything!
You became a star!
But like every star, you were a victim of the internet effect of the rule too
For some unknown reason, people shipped you and Mammon
No one knew why, but when you opened your phone, on Envybrl (Tumblr), on Sintter (Twitter or X), there were fanart of you and Mammon
All kind of Fanart! (I know I don't do NSFW, but when I say any kind, I mean any kind)
Mammon saw it too, a lot of it too
"What is that? Wh- why are we hugging in this one?"
He says, pointing at his phone, looking at a fanart of him and you cuddling
"i don't know, sir... The internet scares me"
"Ye..."
Mammon didn't understand why. When Fizzarolli was there no one made these things, but with you it was different
The more Mammon watched, the more he realized how beautiful you looked, and how he liked these fanarts
Mammon started to like every post and imagine these things were true...
Every day, you find a new gift at your door from an unknown person, even if it wasn't that unknown because the wrapping was green black and yellow
One day though, Mammon decides to Rizz you up, because obviously he won't do it normally
"Sir, you wanted me here?"
You said after being called in his office, only to find Mammon in his special valentine outfit (It's just the old one but pink and with hearts)
"Hey, Are you a Wi-Fi signal? Because I’m feeling a strong connection"
That was horrible, adorable, but horrible
"Sir... What?"
"oh, shit uh... Well, I'm out of lines"
"What is happening?"
"Well, I never thought that would've happened, since you're a lower class and shit- but, I found myself liking these fan arts mentally unstable people post of us.."
"Oh!"
You were stunned. Mammon. THE Mammon... Likes you?"
"Well... If I'm gonna be honest... I also found myself liking some of those posts..."
Mammon didn't realise at first and looks at you confused (Idiot)
"I like you too"
Just after you tell him he realises. Mammon smiles widely and hugs you with his four arms, so tightly you couldn't breath
"oh, you're a bloody legend, Y/N!"
"Eh... The internet is really a magical place..."
#i love him#he's so stupid#hb mammon#helluva mammon#helluva boss#helluva boss mammon#helluva boss x reader#mammon x reader hb#mammon x reader#mammon x reader helluva boss#helluva boss mammon x reader#vivziepop#oneshot#mammon helluva boss#gn y/n#hellaverse
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Could I request Hazbin Hotel Alastor falling in love headcanons? Please and thank you!
One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist
When Alastor first laid eyes on you, he was not impressed
All you were to him is just another Happy Hotel staff, another gullible too kind-hearted believer that the loathsome sinners here in Hell deserve a second chance
Soon, you will be no more than a pawn for him to control
When you first laid eyes on Alastor, you were just as sceptical as Vaggie and soon, your scepticism was confirmed as the devilish demon himself admitted he was in it only for the suffering of others
All he was for you was a heartless man with too much of an ego and a potential threat not only to the hotel, but to your own life
You weren’t the strongest, but you knew how to defend yourself if need be
But in a fight with an overlord, even if all the staff and residents of the Happy Hotel were to unite against the deer demon, you knew your fate would be doomed within seconds
And you sure as hell didn’t want to find out if there was double Hell
But as you were raised to be polite and well-mannered, you graced Alastor with a small smile, introducing yourself
As soon as a deal was made between Alastor and Charlie, he obtained the room right across from yours, for better or for worse
The start up program and propaganda the two now business partners decided upon was surprisingly fruitful, as you got your very first client
Well, besides Angel who was only interested in the free room
A demon named Askiel, who appearance wise reminded you of a boar
Apparently, he killed his wife after she cheated on him with his colleague
As you tended to your duties day and night, your dedication, mannerism and silly clumsiness somehow drew Alastor in
You just had this gentle aura around you, which he couldn’t explain, and it made him feel like home
Not his home down in Hell, no no no
Home when he was still alive, with his mother there to pamper and love him
Maybe because you had a heart of gold, just like she did?
He took to silently and secretly observing you, taking note of what you liked and disliked, what you struggled with and what you were a pro at, what you said and what you only thought but did not feel comfortable or confident enough to express
When Askiel first tried to hit on you, you politely declined his offer to go up to his room to “get to know each other a bit more”
For you, it was normal to receive quite the amount of male attention, so you didn’t think much of it
But someone did
It enraged Alastor to know what impure thoughts your client had with you on his mind, and it absolutely appalled him
You were a fine woman and, in his eyes, someone who deserved utmost respect and the finest treatment
Wait, when did he start thinking that?
His confusing rage towards Askiel and the unexplainable desire to keep him as far from you as possible got Alastor questioning, what was his motive for such actions?
Why did he no longer wish to see you suffer at his hands, to feel your despair as you realised the devil himself would have more mercy than he did
And why would he feel this warmth inside his chest whenever he was near you?
He turned to Husk for help who grumpily explained to him that what he was feeling was fondness, that he developed feelings for you and should act upon them if he decides he wants to have these feelings reciprocated
So, Alastor started courting you
Lots of flowers, expensive gifts, romantic activities, deep companionship and so much more was coming your way
Wary at first, you suspected Alastor of trying to manipulate you emotionally
You tested the waters by making requests, each more outrageous than the other to see just how far he would go for you and if his supposed feelings for you were truly genuine but with each request fulfilled, it did nothing to ease your worry
So, what possible way would there be that could once and for all clarify if this was indeed real, or just one of his mind games?
Jealousy
Jealousy is a powerful tool and if used correctly, can expose one’s feelings
Lucky you for having a male quest at the Hotel
All you did was lightly flirt with Askiel in Alastor’s presence, and that might just be the biggest mistake you ever made
When you saw the disfigured body of the boar demon, guts stretched out into the shape of a heart, you gagged at the strong metallic scent in the air, and the bloodbath in front of you
Suddenly, two masculine hands wrapped around your waist as you were pushed back into someone’s chest
“Sweetheart, do you like you little gift?”
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What do you think about Adam and Mammon smitten with a darling sinner?
Maybe she has a contract with mammon so he's close to her but Adam only came to know about her when Charlie pulled her as a perfect example of a redeeming sinner in the meeting in heaven
Imagine getting the attention of both pricks right
This is going to be in headcannons because I wouldn't know how to start this, I hate mammon but ADAM? Anything with him I will gladly do. (Still a wonderful idea though :) )
When Charlie had thrown you up on that big ol orb inside of the council to say Adam was a bit baffled was an understatement
Lute totally had to hit his shoulder to get him to refocus...
you were a sinner who was allowed outside of the ring surprisingly, probably against Lucifer's wishes but you did have a contract with the big clown guy. Who was practically all over you.
you had a close-knit relationship with Mammon, both loving and hating the attention he gave you as his 'little sinner star', treating you more like a prized possession than anything else but it was good enough for you to realize he was probably flirting
He wasn't good at it, constantly belittling you as a pick-up line? It was a bit awful.
you probably work as a clown, or something celebrity-like. Maybe a singer or something?
He works you to the bone, but then he takes you out for dinner at his place and coos down at you like you are a baby.
Adam is definitely a little confused on how someone so pretty is in hell, usually the people he sees that are hellborns are either ugly or not his type but it seems you fit both of those categories.
Now...you were a sinner so he had to be careful IF he was going to see you, but since you are outside of the ring Lucfer has been letting them in, he can't really visit like he wants to.
Totally started gushing about you to lute , she just has to sit there and deal with it.
I don't see you really being able or wanting to date him straight away if ya met...but he would try his best.
Adam is a very simple man, wanting nothing lavish or something like that.
But you were lavish, you lived lavishly, you had people at your beck and call and you did NOT need him like he thought.
You actually insulted him a couple times, he's not a very charming person. (Or smart..)
He slowly started to come around more despite not being allowed to and watched a couple of your shows,
totally grumbles whenever mammon gets all over you, touching ya however he wants? Thats stupid.
totally called himself the dickmeister whenever you denied him the first time.
after awhile though you slowly got used to him and his loud personality, actually letting it calm you.
MAMMON WAS NOT HAPPY. adam and mammon fighting was...awful. Literally awful, they both act kind of similar and even then they can't really fight one another or it'll start a war, so the passive-aggressive comments are enough for now.
Adam took you on a date to somewhere stupid, and it turns out mammon runs a lot of the restaurants within your price range..
Mammon tried keeping you away from the egotistical angel but it wasn't inside of the contract that he could prevent you from seeing people, so he sadly let you go and do whatever.
didn't mean his pampering of you stopped though lol
(Im making a part two of this soon if you would like lol,)
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Masterlist Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss
Happy Hotel
Happy Hotel 2
Happy Hotel 3
Overlords
I.M.P.
Ars Goetia
The Seven Deadly Sins
The Royal Family
Heaven
Others
Multiple characters
Yandere
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-Cunnilingus-
Verosika Mayday x Reader one shot
You worked in Verosika’s studio. You were her main stylist and put together 99% of the iconic outfits she wore on stage and for public appearances.
Reader is technically GN but said to be wearing makeup
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I was making plans for the next outfit as Verosika was currently touring the 7 rings of hell when she kicked the door open and screamed.
“I hate work! I hate people! And I’m so fucking sick of this tour!”
I hardly knew how to respond to her outburst so I opted to just watching her melt down.
“Do you have a goddamn problem Y/N?!?!”
I stand up out of my desk, I could nearly swear this would be the third meltdown this week.
“Would you like a drink Verosika?”
She sighed and tried to calm down
“Get me a strawberry daiquiri and make it fast.”
I walk over to the mini bar and make a quick drink. I suppose one of the reasons Verosika enjoyed me so much was my past bartending experience before moving into the fashion industry. I hand her the requested drink, she takes a sip and nearly moans at the taste.
“You are fucking awesome Y/N.”
I sit down with my own drink and take a sip.
“So what happened now to get your panties in such a twist?”
“Come take me panties off if you’re so concerned about them..”
I raise an eyebrow but Verosika’s expression doesn’t falter.
“Did I stutter?”
She’s so nonchalant with her offer as she takes another sip of her fruity drink. I had of course heard she would hook up with employees before but me and her had never gone at it. I wasn’t opposed to the idea, nobody could deny that Verosika Mayday was smoking hot.
I set down my drink and choose to respond.
“Get a little closer and tell me what ya want pretty girl.”
Her expression is nearly giddy for a moment before walking over and wrapping a strand of my hair around her finger and giving a twirl.
“You know how to eat pussy baby? I could really use an orgasm for my nerves,”
“Can I kiss you?”
Verosika nods and I lean in for a kiss. I swipe my tongue across her lips and she instantly gets the message and opens up her mouth. My tongue darts in and I can taste the rum in her saliva.
I slither down to the floor to get on knees.
“C’mon baby I’ve neen dying to hook up with ya one of these days, I can just tell you would amazing head.”
Praises effortlessly rolled off the pop stars tongue as I hitched up her hot pink skirt relieving black panties with two pink X’s on either hip.
“You’re already soaking, I havent even done anything,”
My smirk grows and Verosika rests further into the couch.
“Maybe I’m fuckin stressed horny, I don’t know baby but I need ya so bad,”
I oblige the pleading tone and pull her panties down to her ankles revealing a glistening and soaked cunt.
I hitch one leg over my shoulder and push the other one out to give me all the access I needed to bring Verosika onto a mind blowing orgasm.
I start to gently kiss up her thigh as my red lipstick leaves a trail of kiss marks. I hum against her warm skin.
A drop of her slick falls onto my cheek and I lick it up. I swallow the drop then open my mouth to show off. Verosika is nearly moaning just at the sight of my actions.
“Satan why haven’t we done this sooner?”
“Ya never asked.”
I say with my shit eating grin as I lick a stripe between her folds. Verosika brings both hands up to her mouth and gasps out a hitched moan.
Verosikas hands reach into my locks and I can feel her fresh acrylics leaving the perfect scratch on my scalp. My mouth is around her clit and my moan sends vibrations through her cunt.
I drink her juices and eat her out like she’s my last meal in hell. I feel as if I would’nt care if I dropped dead at this point knowing this was the last thing I did.
My tongue enters her as I fuck her in and out. It really was amazing that certain imps including myself had forked tongues, really added spice to these situations.
Verosika bucks her hips up as she chases her chance to pour cum all over my face. My lipstick was smeared and I’m sure my base was messy. It was all worth it to hear the pop star moan out my name and squirm beneath my touch.
I lick back up to swirl my tongue around her clit then I bring two fingers to enter her sopping wet hole. When I curl my fingers it seems to hit the perfect bundle of nerves.
“Satan! Yes! Y/N don’t stop I swear on my fucking life I will kill you if you stop. Holy shit hit right there and keep that hot mouth around my clit!”
Verosika moaned and babbled whatever came to mind as my fingers thrusted in rhythm with the way I would sink in my cheeks around her now swollen bud.
“Mm not stopping V..”
I reassure her and speed up the way I finger bang her. I can tell she’s close when the way she moves her hips gets sloppy and her moans transition into screams.
My teeth ever so gently bite around her clit. Not at all painful, a simple graze but it seems that little touch did it.
Verosika cries out and only then do I notice the mascara dripping down her cheeks. Milky cum squirts over my face and I drink whatever I can catch in my mouth.
“Oh you’re so perfect Y/N..”
Verosika seems pretty out of it and I get up off my knees to grab a damp towel. I first wipe what cum was left over on my face before moving onto to cleaning Verosika. I wipe gently as I knew she was still sensitive.
Verosika already seemed ready to pass out and luckily there was a nearby blanket. I place it over her and fix her messy hair a bit.
“We gotta do that again baby,” She mumbles but she can barely keep her eyes open.
I giggle a bit before responding.
“Get some sleep princess, we’ll talk when you’re rested,”
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Woo first one shot of this blog!
I hope this was good considering I’m not used to writing hook ups and much prefer established relationships😭
Hope you enjoyed masturbating to this slut mwah 💋
(I know yall get off to tumblr blogs don’t even lie to me)
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Hi I love your work so far, do you think you could do headcannons for all the different characters of the main Hazbin Hotel cast when their lover comes to them injured? Like how they would treat you and then how they would deal with the person who harmed you. I would love to see this ahhhh 😫
Ahh of course! I love this, thanks for the request! I hope you like it!
Trope: Hazbin Hotel x Injured!reader
Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angeldust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer
Warnings: Physical violence, mention of death, injured reader, blood.
author's note: hey guys! this is my first time doing one of these, and I'm still getting better, so forgive me if its a bit shabby. If you have any requests, feel free to send them in! I'm in a creative buzz rn lol. Enjoy!
🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:
The day that your attacker decides to hurt you is the day that they decide to die. Messing with the Radio Demon’s plaything is about the last thing you want to do.
Alastor often sent his shadows to follow you into town when he couldnt be with you, so the second you were attacked, Alastor could sense that something was wrong.
By the time his shadows had carried you back to the hotel, your attacker had already escaped, but luckily, his shadows saw everything.
When he rushed down to see you, he seemed rather indifferent at first. He carried you up to his room, immediately conjuring several healing ointments to heal you quickly.
He laid you in his bed, in which you almost immediately fell asleep.
He hears the whispers of his shadows, and gains all of the information he needs out of them.
With a single snap of his finger, the issue was taken care of. Rumor has it that the screams of your attackers' seemingly “random” death could be heard about 3 rings down.
While waiting for you to wake, Alastor conjures two steaming bowls of his mother’s jambalaya. Placing one on the side table next to you, he sits down next to your sleeping body and lightly grazes your head, singing soothing songs until you wake up.
😈🗝️Charlie🗝️😈:
Would of course be so very angry at whoever did this, but her first priority would be healing you up and making sure that you’re absolutely 100% okay and comfortable.
Would set you up in her bed and assure that you have anything at all that would make you feel more comfortable. Tea? Yup. Ice pack? Already got it. Cuddles? Of course!
Would definitely let you cuddle with Razzle and Dazzle for as long as you needed.
She would try her best to talk to you and figure out what happened - to figure out who did this to you.
As you told her, she seemed surprisingly… calm? She simply thanked you for telling her and left the room.
Though Charlie doesn't seem like a particularly violent person… She can get protective over the people she loves. So, let's just say she got that issue taken care of real quick. How stupid to mess with the Morningstar family.
🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:
Anybody in her vicinity needs to watch out when she hears that her love is hurt.
Like, seriously, heads will roll. But not before she checks on you to evaluate how badly she needs to fuck up the person who did this to you.
When she sees you, bruised and bloody, she can't help but hold you so tight and cry, scolding you for getting yourself into a bad situation without her there to protect you.
Vaggie knows what it feels like to be beaten and dumped on the side of the street like garbage. She could never forgive herself if she allowed that to happen to anybody else, let alone the genuine love of her life.
When she asks for the person who did this, you can only give her a vague description. That’s alright though, she will use her former exterminator skills to scan all of Hell and find the person who dared to do this to you. She will not leave this alone until she serves you justice.
🕷️💖Angeldust💖🕷️:
Coming home from the studio to find you in his room, crying and bruised, he immediately drops whatever he’s doing and comforts you in the biggest hug ever.
Angel has plenty of experience with being abused and left to fend for himself, so he doesn't immediately resort to asking questions. No, that’s not what you need right now. You just need to know that you’re loved, beautiful, and that this does nothing to affect your worth or value as a person.
He carries you from the floor to his bed, covering you in blankets and laying next to you with Fat Nuggets.
“It’s okay baby. You can cry, it's okay.” he whispers as you sob into his chest.
He allows you to initiate the conversation of what happened, not wanting to push you past your limits.
Once he finds out what happened, he knows what he has to do. He waits until you fall asleep, and heads down to the club where your attacker happens to frequent. For once, being a famous pornstar will actually serve in his favor. He tempts your attacker to follow him, and immediately beats him to an absolute pulp.
He allows the person to live, saying “I am only letting you live so you can know how it feels. You ever try this shit again, and I will find you. Except that time, you wont leave here looking so… whole.”
♥️♦️Husk♦️♥️:
Husk is used to all the residents of the hotel bitching and moaning to him about all of their issues. With Charlie coming to him and oftentimes crying about the many failures of the hotel, tears were no foreign sight to him.
But coming from the kitchen to the bar and seeing you there, looking an absolute mess, was different.
“What the-What the fuck happened?” he yells. When you flinch, he knows that something happened.
When you explain to him what happened, he immediately needs a description of the attacker. He takes possibly the largest shot you've ever seen and storms out of the hotel.
He wishes that he could do more to protect you. Back when he was an overlord, he had power beyond anybody's imagination. He could've snapped a finger and your attacker would simply disintegrate (but not before he tortured him a bit first). But now that Alastor owned his soul, his powers were limited.
You know what wasn't limited on husk, though? His pure physical strength.
He immediately finds the guy walking on the street adjacent to the hotel (dumb, right?) and absolutely obliterates him.
As the attacker is begging for his life, he just keeps hitting, blind with rage and love for you.
When he wants back into the hotel bloody and exasperated, he sits in the stool next to you and wraps you with one of his wings.
“It’s all okay now. I’m here” he says as you lean on his shoulder, so ready to go to bed.
🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:
Sir Pentious always loved coming to your room to show you his many zany inventions. Normally you welcome him in with open arms, a sweet smile on your face, but today was different.
When he knocked on your door, he was met with absolute silence, which isn't normal for you. When he listened a bit closer, though, he could hear your small sniffles. He trusted his gut and slowly opened the door, fully ready to be denied entry.
Instead, you looked at him shyly, turning away and crying. He could've sworn that he saw a… black eye?
He took this opportunity to come and sit next to you on your floor, placing his arm around you and letting you lean your head on his shoulder.
When he noticed that you were calming down a bit, he asked you what was wrong.
You explained that while you were engaged in a turf war, some ruffian beat you up, and badly. The girl you had momentarily teamed up with had left you behind, and you were left to trek back to the hotel on your own, barely able to walk.
You could see something change in his eyes.
He curled his tail around you, his cool skin calming your nerves. He assured you that he was here now, and nothing like this would ever happen to you again. He then swiftly called his egg bois to entertain and comfort you while he prepared his airship. The idiot that did this to you was going to pay, and not just in turf.
😈🐣Lucifer🐣😈:
Bursting into Lucifer’s room, the only thing you could mutter is “Help” as you fell into his arms.
He frantically carried you to a chair and tried to assess your injuries. Man, someone fucked you up, and badly. Too bad he would kill them before they could brag about their success.
He rushed to find ANYTHING that could help you. Bandages, ice, your favorite food, a rubber duck, ANYTHING.
When he finds you absolutely passed out asleep in the chair, he gently moves you to his bed and tries his best not to stir you.
As he sits watching you, thinking of your beautiful smile (and how he’ll brutally kill the person who did this to you), he observes your features with great detail.
When you wake up, you smile. Lucifer must have gone, but sitting on your table is a bowl of soup and… is that a rubber duck that looks like you?
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| 💮 fluff | 🥀 angst | ❤️🔥 smut | 🍌 crack | ☘️ platonic | 💕romance |
• Hazbin Hotel
× Alastor
general relationship headcanons (💮💕☘️)
× Angel Dust
× Carmillia
× Charlie
× Cherri Bomb
× Emily
× Husk
Husk x bartender!reader headcanons + one-shot (💕💮)
× Lucifer
Lucifer x short!m!reader (💕🍌)
× Lute
"Hate so passionate it blooms" | Lute x reader
Chapter 1 (🥀💕)
Chapter 2 (in progress) (🥀❤️🔥💕)
× Niffty
× Rosie
× Sir Pentious
× Vaggie
× Velvette
× Vox
× Multiple:
Hazbin Hotel (Niffty, Angel, Husk, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie) with lively reader (☘️💮)
• Helluva Boss
× Beelzebub
× Blitzø
× Fizzarolli
× Loona
× Millie
× Moxxie
× Octavia
× Stella
× Stolas
× Verosika
Others:
× fem!Alastor
"Strangers in the Night" (🥀☘️)
× fem!Husk
× Devil Dust (fem!Angel)
× 2P!Alastor (credits to: @/anic-mj)
Additional info:
No smut: Alastor and fem!Alastor
Only male or gn!reader (otherwise platonic): Angel Dust and Stolas
Only female or gn!reader (otherwise platonic): Vaggie and Devil Dust
Only platonic: Octavia and Niffty
Won't write for: Valentino (sorry!), but Voxval is ok
If a character isn't on the masterlist, but isn't on won't write either, send me an ask and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy!
Requests: closed
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