#she would look so fuckin good in The Angel good gods
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brb bout to go feverishly sketch Shadowheart in a Linda Friesen dress
#she would look so fuckin good in The Angel good gods#linda friesen#shadowheart#bg3#bg3 art#baldur's gate 3#i likely will not post it because i don’t do digital art but fuck the inspiration hit me like a truck when i was looking at those dresses
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mmmmmm been thinkin abt photographer!san right nd he is know for his boudoir photography but his latest client’s got him in a chokehold like god how is she so fuckin sexy nd he can’t focus at all bc fuck all he wants to do is fuck her senseless— HELP
Your wish is my command Angel! Thank you for being patient 😘
As always, enjoy 🩷
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<Choi san x fem!reader>
Synopsis: encouraged by your friend, you give boudoir photography a try after recovering from a break up, you find yourself doing more than just be a model.
Genres/warnings: smut, boudoir photographer!San x model!reader, sexual tension, unprotected sex, cream pies, mention of oral
Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies
“Boudoir photography?” You reiterate. Your friend nods.
“A friend of a friend of a friend tried it recently and apparently she’s been full of confidence. Her boyfriend adores it too!” Your friend squeals.
You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering how semi-nude photos taken by a professional photographer in this niche would boost one’s confidence.
Your friend’s eyes dart to you again, and then your phone pings. You look at the link your friend sent you. It’s a referral code for a promotion. You turn to her, gaze still dripping with skepticism.
“Come on, just try it. You’re a lovely person and you deserve to see it for yourself! Boudoir photography might really help at not being constantly self critical.”
You weren’t an entirely insecure person, and you were sure of that. It’s just that, after the rough break up with your ex, and seeing them move on instantly (like two fuckin weeks) with a new partner, undoubtedly was a gut punch to your self esteem, while you were still stuck grieving over the lost relationship and wasted time.
You’ve heard of boudoir photography, but you’ve never actually understood the concept of it, considering that it was niche, and that you don’t really know the point of it. You glance down at the referral link before deciding to just fuck it and sign up.
San is working overtime again, meticulously editing and touching up the photos. It’s become a natural part of him to almost be a perfectionist, whether when on the ground taking photos of the model or the post editing process. But he never loses the sight of letting the women shine naturally through their photos. After all, in such a niche market, they picked him. Definitely, he has his mix of male boudoir models, but the women evidently take up a higher ratio. He understands that one of the most important aspects of boudoir photography is trust and comfort with his models, which has them coming back for more sessions, sometimes even with their partners.
Setting up his own business in such a niche market was difficult of course, and he’s grateful that he’s managed to make a name for himself. But sometimes he’s grateful that his good looks are an added bonus to drawing in his clients.
His email pings and it makes him pause his work. Maybe he should finish it tomorrow. San glances at the fresh email that sits in his inbox.
An appointment via referral.
He opens it, and looks through the client’s information. At the bottom box for comments, sits a short question.
[Just wondering, what should I expect for my appointment? Is there anything I should prepare?]
He takes a moment before he drafts a reply.
[Hey there! Nice to meet you. I’m Choi San, boudoir photographer of Woodie’s Studios. First of all, thank you for choosing our studio for your boudoir experience!
Regarding your question, come in with an open mind. For what to wear, you may bring a set of clothes/lingerie of whatever you feel confident in.
I don’t bite, I promise!]
He reads the reply a second time before he hits send. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s gotten questions like these anyway. His train of concentration is broken, so he decides to call it a night.
You reach the opaque door of a clean-looking studio apartment. The sign has San’s studio name and logo imprinted on it, so you’re sure that you are at the right location.
You press the door bell and it chimes a lovely tune. There is a quiet pause, before the door handle clicks and the door itself pulls back. Before you stood a really, no, an insanely good looking, tall male. His glasses rest loosely on the bridge of his nose as his small eyes meet yours. His brunette hair is slightly messy. He wears an expression of confusion at first, but it turns into something unreadable. You think for a spilt second that he may have gotten the wrong client, but your rationale reminds you that you did send him photos of yourself so he’s able to recognise you. You blink once, then twice because you were starting to get lost at how handsome your photographer was.
“Choi San..?” you say, with a small tilt of your head.
Then it’s his turn to blink, and he snaps out of that small trance he seemed to be caught in for a few seconds. Then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he greets you.
“Hey! Y/n right? Sorry, was tryna recognise you. I promise I don’t usually take that long to process”, he chuckles, pulling the door wider as he ushers you in, reminding you to switch out your shoes for the apartment slippers.
The hallway San brings you down is brightly lit and spilt into a couple of sections which you assumed one of them would be the photo studio itself. A couple of posters of pin up girls hang on the walls, all of them beautiful and stunning.
He then stops at a glass door and pushes it, to what you assumed to be his office.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a cup of tea. Any preferences?”, he gestures. You shake your head as you let yourself sink into the velvet couch, gingerly leaving your bag of clothing beside you. San gives a polite nod and excuses himself to the pantry.
And the moment the door shuts behind him, he tears his glasses off the bridge of his nose and hooks the branch onto his collar.
His hand is placed over his heart.
San has photographed many different women over the course of his career, some breathtakingly beautiful. But none has ever made his heart skip a beat and caused his words to be stuck at the back of his throat, not like you did. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you looked like—the pictures you sent served that purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he never expected you to look like that in real life, and for once, he almost doesn’t know how to react. His thoughts are all over the place as he paces into the pantry to prepare your tea. As he’s dipping the tea bag into the piping hot water, he begins feeling self conscious—was his hair too shrivelled? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? He tightens his grip on the mug and hastily makes his way back to his office.
San returns, with a smile on his face as he settles the cup onto the coffee table before you, and he joins you, seated on a velvet armchair across you.
“Take your time”, he reassures. “We can start after this, if you’re feeling comfortable, or we can just talk a little to ease your nerves.” It doesn’t take you much to think—you opt for the latter of course.
San laughs and nods. “I get that a lot, especially from first time female clients. It’s valid of course, having a male being your photographer for boudoir can sound off-putting. Perhaps looking at my portfolio might put you slightly at ease?” He reaches out for a large and thick leather-bound photo album. You let it rest on your lap as you receive it with a soft “thank you”, and flip the album open, and you’re instantly awestruck—San’s work spoke for himself. The models were diverse, both in nationalities and body shapes, all equally stunning and sensual in their own expressive ways. The only common denominator was the glint of genuine emotion and confidence reflected in their eyes.
You wonder to yourself—could you look and feel as confident as them? As you skim through the pictures, you feel yourself falling in love with the models as well—their genuine smiles when they do and the gazes they give.
When San catches himself staring at you being absorbed in admiring his portfolios, he feels his cheeks flush and he looks down, wondering what you think of it all.
“I see why you have so many clients. The pictures are gorgeous”, you say, shutting the photo album and handing it back to him. San flashes a sheepish smile and mutters a “thank you” loud enough for you to hear. The silence in the room remains a for awhile as you sip the tea, letting it calm your nerves. You don’t even know it but the person with actual jittery nerves was San himself, a feeling that he never expected to feel since the last time he did was when he started out this business three years ago.
“So… what’s the goal of being a boudoir model, if you don’t mind me asking? Like was it a long time thing you wanted to try or was it something spontaneous?” He asks to break the silence.
“I broke up with my ex recently”, you respond curtly, before taking another sip of the tea. Damn, this is some good ass tea. San blinks at your reply, unsure of what to make out of the bluntness. Before he attempts to reply, you continue, “and my friend sent me a referral to your studio, and I thought to myself, why not? I want to feel confident in my own skin. Also, I think it’s an interesting way of self exploration.” Your gaze meets his, and it’s his turn to look awestruck. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest when he laughs softly, when his smile reaches his eyes. It’s the way that he’s confident of his craft, and it’s making you warm up to him even more.
Your fingertips tap on the mug softly. Your gaze lands on the photobook once more.
“Does taking such risqué pictures affect you when you first started out?” You ask before taking another sip. San ponders about the question for awhile. He has people asking him that before, but for some reason, he wants to be slightly more transparent with you.
“I don’t see about my clients in a sexual way, even if they physically look appealing to me. In the end, self confidence and comfort always comes first, and I think that’s what I enjoy seeing in my clients when they become more comfortable in their own skin. People don’t understand how difficult it is to fully love yourself”, he replies.
That’s when you understand why San’s photography studio had so many recurring clients.
“Why boudoir? I think sensuality and intimacy is a form of art. It’s beautiful—watching people discover parts of themselves they never knew existed and falling in love. You don’t have to be conventionally attractive to be a boudoir model.
The money’s good, of course, but the satisfaction of watching my clients giving me feedback of them realising they deserve to love themselves more, or discovering other sides of themselves is nothing short of rewarding.”
By the time he’s done explaining, you feel a rush of confidence in yourself. It’s only been about ten minutes since the both of you just sat and talked, but you see that he definitely prioritises your comfort before he even begins the sessions. You ball your fingers into a fist, meeting San’s gaze with determination, telling him, “I think I’m ready.”
San’s eyes brighten up. “Great! You can use the bathroom to the left, and I’ll meet you at the photo studio just opposite the office.” He stands up, opening the door for you, and you bow slightly in courtesy as you head to the washroom to change. San’s heart beats faster, wondering what you’re gonna wear for the shoot.
San is fixing the sheets of the bed, then the studio lights at the perfect angle he wants it to be. His heart is still racing as he walks over to the tripod, glancing over at the door from time to time, awaiting for your arrival.
He perks up when he sees you walk in with a bathrobe on and he greets you cheerfully again, trying to hide his excitement.
You wave back with a smile, letting the environment of the photo studio sink in. The basic package for first timers consisted of a bed shoot, so it’s no surprise you see a bed in the middle of the room, covered in white. The bed looks comfy and you giggle to yourself, wondering if you’d end up falling asleep mid-shoot from how nice the bed looks.
“Anytime you’re ready”, San reminds you, carrying the tripod in one hand, his biceps flexing as he does, and it makes you blush slightly, which was ridiculous. Why are you swooning over your handsome photographer carrying the tripod with one arm? Suddenly you’re self conscious again, your fingers clutching against the black bathrobe. It was frustrating that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making you nervous, but you weren’t about to back out.
San continues to adjust his camera on the tripod, and his gaze absentmindedly shifts towards you, and his breath gets stuck in his throat, watching you undress from the bathrobe, revealing a white button up over black lace lingerie. It’s not anything new, but for some reason he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you—the way the panties hugs your hips and the bra cups your breasts, the garter belt hugging your waist and the straps hanging past your panties. He watches you climb onto the bed, eyes shutting briefly as you sink into the mattress with a soft smile.
He’s not confident that he’s able to last through the shoot, not when you’re looking like that.
“Is it too cold here?” San asks, trying to divert his attention from his perverse thoughts. You pop up from the sheets, the collars of the shirt slipping past your shoulders, obviously too big for you. That does nothing to help him with his thoughts.
“No, I think the temperature’s okay. Shall we get started?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt, the white material pathetically sheer that San is able to see the black bra peeking through.
The sight of you in an oversized shirt on, with no pants, just your underwear on is like a meal for San’s eyes. He hides behind the camera to hide his flushing cheeks, only to face your body through the viewfinder, watching you preparing to pose as you position yourself at the end of the bed, turning your body slightly to the side with one leg up, your thighs in full view, with the sleeves of the shirt covering most of your fingers, and your gaze right into the camera lens.
San takes a deep breath. Forty five minutes. He can do this.
“Sure. Ready whenever you are, y/n.”
It turns out to be a very agonising forty five minutes. While the both of you were cracking jokes during the shoot, San finds himself getting more distracted when you gradually remove your shirt, and when your poses grow ever more risqué—at one point you remove your bra and fit your shirt over again, which definitely made San grow very restless when he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your bare chest.
Midway through the shoot, all that swarms his mind is wondering how your body would feel against his, how your bare skin would feel under his hands, what kind of faces you would make when you’re under him.
What kind of noises you would make for him when he fits his cock right into you. He wants to fuck you so hard that your mind goes blank—so good that you’ll never remember your ex.
San blinks, his finger still on the shutter button. He doesn’t know what washed over him, but what he does know is the taut feeling in his pants, and he internally heaves a sigh of relief that he decided to wear cargo pants. Nonetheless, he hopes that it isn’t obvious. Well, it shouldn’t be, as long as you don’t ask for close up shots.
“San! Could you come closer for my close ups?” You call out, letting the collar of your shirt fall off your shoulder once more, revealing your bare shoulders, and reminding him that you were still braless underneath the loose clothing article.
Fuck.
San forces a smile, unlatching his camera and trying to walk normally without letting his erection steal your attention.
He reaches to where you are, reminding himself to stay professional, but when he meets your playful gaze, all he wants to do is pin you down. Your eyes twinkle with allure as you prepare your next pose. You get it now—the confidence that slowly trickles into you after every photo taken. You’ve never realised that you had this side of yourself, not until now, and you love it.
The close up shots only spell another layer of doom for San—he adores the budding confidence that you exude, but it makes it even harder for him to hold back, watching you make sultry expressions and poses close up. Through the viewfinder, his eyes try to focus on taking the photo but he finds himself being entranced by your stare. He counts down, then taking a few shots, not missing the growing smile you had.
San puts his camera away, reaching forward to your face to remove a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and his touch is warm on your face. It’s then you realise how physically close San is to you—you smell his cologne and it leaves your mind blank for a spilt second. He’s absorbed in fixing your hair, combing the strays off your face, the sound of his quiet breathing the only thing you hear. You look away, wondering if your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear, and you hope it isn’t. San gives you a soft smile when his eyes finally meet yours.
He pulls back, preparing to take his camera for the next shot, but his leg gets tangled in the sheets.
Everything happens in a spilt second—his knee that shifts forward at first, pressing against the sheet that has unknowingly tangled around his other leg, then San trying to get up quickly with the tangled leg, realising a little too late by the time he falls right onto the bed.
Right onto you.
He almost squishes you. Almost. But he lands above you, supported by his elbows just in time before his body is in contact with yours.
Your heart races, way too quick for you to even process what just occurred. All knew you was:
One; San is right above you,
Two; his lips are hovering over yours,
Three; you feel something pressing against your pelvis.
And San stares down at you, his heart beating in his ears. He takes in the sight of you below him—eyes looking up at him through fluttered lashes, your heat radiating against his skin, your lips slightly parted in surprise.
As well as the strain in his pants when his eyes instinctively lower to your bare chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, and that his little problem is just resting right on you.
“I’m sorry”, San whispers, breaking the silence that had hung between the both of you. “This usually doesn’t happen…”
You crack an amused smile. “Usually?”you reiterate teasingly. A tint of red flushes San’s cheeks and his clothed erection presses harder against your bare skin, and it makes you bite your lip.
“Fuck. I mean, this never happens. It’s just.. I’ve never felt this way about my boudoir models…”, he trails off. “I think you’re fucking stunning since you entered the studio, and I think you’re even more stunning now.”
Your heart flutters at his confession and this time, you feel yourself blush. A soft laugh escapes from the male above you when he sees you avoid eye contact from the shyness. His strings of rationale—yelling at him to stay professional—is snapping. He’s not lying. He’s never felt so attracted to any of his models before, until you, and now that he has you trapped under him, he doesn’t want to lose that chance.
“Should we end the session here?” San asks, with a quick glance at your pretty red lips.
Your fingers are playing with the dangling silver chain that he wears. He lets you, waiting for your response before he catches your gaze dances back to meet his again. Your hands shift to caress San’s jaw, and he takes it as a sign to make his move. You inhale softly as you feel his lips press onto yours, and it makes your head spin with glee. He tastes so heavenly, and your legs clench at the feeling that flutters between your thighs.
San slightly presses his body weight onto you, his erection only growing harder against your thigh. But it looks like he’s taking his time.
His fingertips warm your skin, and he lets them slip up your body, until he’s at your chest, barely covered by the sheer cotton material. His thumbs grazes against your nipples, and you gasp in between open mouthed kisses. You feel him smile, and he applies pressure, and the sensation goes right to your pussy.
He pulls back, watching your lip stick smudged, and your eyes dilate. You can’t help but feel entranced by San, and now you’re wondering how his face would look like when he falls apart.
And it makes you excited.
San lulls you back from your thoughts when you feel his lips suck softly against your neck, and now your fingers are playing with his soft locks of hair.
He’s slightly embarrassed at the way he’s growing even harder when he gingerly peels the white shirt away. His hands cup your bare tits, and he lowers himself to your left tit, giving it a couple of hungry licks and sucks, leaving your back arching and your mouth agape from how ticklish his tongue feels as he flicks your nipple. He doesn’t neglect the other nipple, giving it the same attention as he relishes in the way you fall apart for him. When he has his fun of sucking and making sure your nipples swell while you moan and tug his hair, he pulls away.
He sits up, pulls his shirt over his head and you’re left drooling at how chiseled his body looks. San unbuttons his pants and yanks it off, alongside his boxers, and you watch with awe as his cock springs out—hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your panties are tugged off you in no time, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches when his eyes land on your slick covered cunt.
“You’re gonna be the death of me”, you hear him mutter before he collides his lips against yours once more. You squeal when you feel his fingers press onto your clit, giving it small rubs, watching and soaking your reactions—your whines and whimpers. There is a dull buzz in your mind every time your bundle of nerves get stimulated, and it builds up in your tummy.
“Oh god, you’re getting even wetter”, he sighs, his fingers completely soaked.
“It feels good. So good. Keep doing that”, you whisper, your fingers pressing against his arm. Your moans only grow louder as San picks up the speed on rubbing your clit, and it’s sending you over the edge way quicker than you wanted to.
San lowers himself to your head, and his husky voice vibrates in your ears.
“That’s it, keep coming undone. Let your mind shut off. You look so fucking beautiful like that.”
“San, San, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck-“
Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, your body tensing as pleasure becomes the only thing you know. You barely catch onto the dirty things San is telling you, but you know he’s encouraging you to cum on his fingers like a good girl.
He makes sure he has your orgasm drawn out as long as possible, your mind completely blown out at that point. San sucks off your arousal on his fingers, before giving his cock a few pumps.
“You taste like heaven, babe. I’ll get a taste of that cunt soon, but right now, I really can’t wait”, San huffs, trying to keep himself composed as he slowly fucks his hand.
“San, hurry up, please. I need you, so fucking bad”, you whine, your fingers pulling your wet folds open for him.
His breathing goes heavy at your words. “Damn, the shoot really got you heated,” San teases.
“I can’t help it if my photographer makes me wet”, you reply with a playful smile.
Something seems to snap in San when he hears that—all he’s thinking about is wanting to drive his cock so deep into you that your mind completely blanks out.
So that’s what he does.
San lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes and inch in. His eyes dart to your face, licking the bottom of his lip when he watches your face contort into pleasure. His hands stroke your thighs as he pushes in a couple more inches, soaking in your broken moans as he stretches you out. He forces himself to stay composed despite the fact that you’re squeezing him with your warm and soft walls.
He manages to bury himself right to the hilt and he gasps at how perfectly fitted his cock is in you, an uncontrollable moan escaping his lips when he feels you convulse around his cock.
“San, you’re so big. I’m so filled”, you whimper through glazed eyes, his cock completely cutting off other senses as your thighs tremble. A smile tugs at his lips.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty”, San tells you. Despite that, he waits for your green signal before he pulls out and drives his cock right into you.
Your mind switches off the moment his cock is fucking your pussy, because that’s all that matters. It’s so good. So fucking good.
His hands slither to your wrists, and has them pinned over your head as his cock pistons into you. You swear he’s driving you to be cock dumb by the end of this, but not like you fucking minded anyway.
“Look at you. Growing stupid over my cock already. So fucking adorable.”
You only nod in reply, biting your lip as his cock continues to render you speechless. Now San has completely flooded into the smallest crooks of your mind. San has his mind blank, his eyes darting from your fucked out expression to your bouncing tits.
Your cunt flutters once again and tears are pooling at the corner of eyes. The sounds of wet skin slapping echo around the studio.
“…wanna touch you”, you mutter. Despite the face that you loved that he was holding you down, you are feeling desperate to feel his skin as you dance on the fence of your orgasm. San releases your wrists, and he props himself better as he continues to pound into you, hitting the soft, spongy spot over and over again when he has your legs folded. When his pulls out, his cock is covered in a creamy mess. His head spins and his ego inflates at the thought him being the one who drove you to this point of mind blanking pleasure.
“No, no, I’m gonna cum again. So good. San!” His name leaving your lips as a whine. Your hands are gripping onto the loose unbuttoned sleeves of your shirt. His hands take yours and places them on his on his sides, and he groans at the way you’re clawing him.
“Shit. Fuck!” San curses when you cream on his cock even more on top of your walls hugging him tightly. You let go on his cock with a pleasured sob, legs twitching.
It’s not long before a long drawn out moan San releases as his warm cum completely floods your tight hole. He swears he wants to keep his cock tucked in your pussy because it feels that fucking good.
His face—oh, his fucking face when he orgasms. You barely recover from your second orgasm to watch San fall apart while he empties in your pussy, and it almost drives you to your third orgasm. Almost.
The both of you remain still for a moment, only breathing filling in the silence. Then, San slowly pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks out of your abused hole.
San pulls back, and he realises that he’s never seen a more beautiful sight—you, splayed out in nude, only covered by a measly white shirt that inevitably drives him crazy, with cum leaking out of your pretty hole while your body twitches against the white sheets.
He thinks that it’s a pity that his camera is out of reach, because it’s such a beautiful shot.
You glance at San with a shy smile as he hands you your panties. He hooks the your legs into the panties and pulls it up to your hips. You feel another load stain your panties while your thighs twitch.
San dresses himself quickly and extends his arm for you to take as he leads you off the bed. He knows he’s got extra work to wash the sheets but that’s the least of his worries.
What throws you off is when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple.
“I promise I’ve never done to any of my clients”, he reiterates.
“Unprofessional”, you tease, your hands sneaking up his shirt.
“Can’t fucking help it. I never knew fucking an Angel in my studio would be this exhilarating. It makes the thought of washing the bedsheets bearable”, he teases back, letting his fingers tangle in your hair.
Your mind goes completely blank when he tells you to wash out the loads in you, so he’ll fill you up once more when he brings you home, which earns him a slap on the chest. He gestures you to go change up, watching the way you remove your shirt to reveal your bare back, and he makes a mental note to start fucking you from behind.
And back at his place, he does. His eyes are hyper focused on the way your ass bounces on his cock. A loud slap reverberates in his room followed by a whimper.
He stills in you, spilling his load once more into your abused cunt as you cream all over him once again.
Then he has you wrapped up in his arms, peppering you with kisses as you’re teetering off your high.
“Stay over, won’t you?”, San requests, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears. You’re beginning to feel completely enamoured by the male. You nod as you melt into his arms.
San thinks it’s ridiculous how hard and fast he fell for you, but he’s confident that you’re his favourite model, ever.
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GOOD MORNING, BABY ๋࣭ ⭑
ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...ft. : h. hiromi + k. shiu + r. sukuna + h. kinji + t. aoi
ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, breeding kink, sukuna is a dickhead, shiu really loves his girl, hiromi loses his shit, aoi is a great boyfriend, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry
ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!
who does it to tease you ↴
✧ k. shiu ; he's slow, purposefully grinding right against your sex, his cock leaking precum all over your thighs when he pushes through them. shiu thinks it’s so fucking cute how you try to grind against nothing in your sleep, he can’t help but tease you a little bit, a little smirk on his face at all your reactions
“always makin' me do all the work, aren't ya? hm, got a pretty lil' pillow princess on my hands...”
“your man had such a tough day, and your here all comfy and sweet, waiting for me t' touch you. tsk, should've come home sooner, didn't mean to leave my girl waiting."
“god, always loved how damn soft you are, angel. mm, so so soft and warm, jus' for me. don't worry, i'll wake you up with my cock cummin' all over your pretty skin.”
✧ h. kinji ; to be fair, you caused this. you teased the poor man all day, and kinji knows he's getting you back when you telling him you're gonna take a nap, rubbing your hands against his chest while wearing nothing but his t-shirt. since you're soooo eager to tease, he had no issues with teasing you back.
“hm? going to pretend you sleep? c'mon, sweetheart, don’t you want to be fucked? you're so fuckin' cute when y'wanna try and be stubborn, hun."
"i know you’re awake, i see your pretty eyes trying not to open. all you have to do is open them and i’ll stop fucking your thighs and fuck you instead.”
“thaaat’s it, baby, tha's my girl. rubbing up against me while looking so pretty. let’s give you a reward, hm? gonna pop the tip in an' see how fast we can get ya to cry for the rest of it.”
who does it because they are desperate ↴
✧ h. hiromi ; there’s no knowing what caused him to snap, but hiromi comes home practically feral. it's hot, so hot as he quickly takes off all his clothes, uncaring about his expensive suit jacket on the floor. he’s been thinking about you ever since he left his office, thinking about every curve of your body, every sweet noise you’d make, and how delicious you sound saying his name.
“honey, wake up, please. ’m not fucking you until you wake up and look at me. you're not getting my cock til you look at me.”
“beg? oh, no, no, no, pretty thing, no teasing and no playing around. the only one that’s going to beg is you, baby. now stop being a little brat and be good for me, yeah? don't wanna punish you, not when you look so cute right now."
"how about i just fuck your thighs and, cum all on them? you want my cum to go to waste? or do you want to be fucked full of my cum like a good girl? make your fucking choice.”
who wakes you up ↴
✧ r. sukuna ; sukuna doesn’t even go to thigh fucking, he skips that. no, he’s grumpy his sleep was interrupted by the annoying rush of blood to his dick. so now, he's biting your thighs, sucking on them before going down on you, using his tongue and fingers to prep you lazily shoving his stupidly big cock inside you, humming when you moan yourself awake.
“look who's awake. took you long enough, I put so much effort into making you feel good before I shoved my dick inside ya. hey, don't smack my tits, brat, i'll bite your damn hand off.”
“hm? you want me to move? mm. why should i? ...because i woke you up? tch...you're lucky you're s' fucking pretty or i'd just jerk off and cum all over your face.”
"fuck, always take me in s' fuckin' good...i trained this cunt right, now she knows how t' handle my cock. 'member when you couldn't even take half of it in? look at you now, turned ya into my nasty little cockslut."
✧ t. aoi ; you fell asleep in aoi's lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you rested your head against his shoulder. the thigh fucking was supposed to happen, yes, but you were tired, opting out for cockwarming him as he watched whatever show he put on. but then you started squirming around, whining so cutely in your sleep. how could he not take care of his girl?
“oh, hiii, bunny...you’re finally awake? hey, shhh, shh, 's okay, i've got ya. feels real good, right? y'just sounded so cute, i couldn' help myself, pretty, you were squeezing me so tight.”
“too slow? do you want me to go faster, darling? all you have to do is ask....heh, no, 'm not being mean! i just think you're cute all sleepy, is all.”
“it’s hitting deep? yeah? maybe i should lift you higher and slam you down to see how deep i really can go.”
#sukuna smut#ryomen sukuna smut#todo aoi smut#todo aoi x reader#higuruma hiromi x reader#higuruma hiromi smut#shiu kong smut#hakari kinji smut#hakari kinji x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader#todo x reader#higuruma x you#higuruma smut#higuruma x reader#hakari kinji x reader#hakari x you#hakari x reader#shiu kong x reader#shiu kong x you#𖤐 ── lxnarworks.
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Hi!!! Could you please do aftercare headcannons for Percy??
๑percy jackson | aftercare headcanons
☆ radiostar is playin': dancin' in the dark by bruce springsteen... !
warnings: allusions to sex, language
a/n: of course, here you go!
As soon as you finish, Percy puts all his self-control avoiding pressing his naked body against yours again and giving you neck kisses.
Because he's so passional, he loves having you close even after hours of kissing, touching, and handling you so well as those ocean waves he loves to surf.
So he rolls over and stares at the ceiling of his room, trying to calm down but still takes your hand to let you know he's there with you and won't leave you alone.
Gods, because he's such a sweetheart.
He looks to the side and admires your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, the flush on your face makes him want to affectionately attack you, then he curses inwardly again.
He doesn't want to overwhelm you.
A true loverboy, fr
When he finally decides to sit on his bed, he watches you and approaches gently. "everything okay, angel?" And you look at him blushing, hiding in his sheets with a cheeky smile that he can barely see.
"Look, there she is," and he smiles at you in that way that would make you fall back into his arms.
He brushes your hair away from your face and combs it back gently, while praising you. "Good girl" "You did so well" and when he finally sees that you're better, he holds you in his arms for a few moments.
He stays like that while asking you what you want to do, giving you options: eat, shower, more kisses? (he could kiss you all the time).
He moves you to the bathroom and lets you shower, he'll probably be outside doing something for you to eat and change the sheets (because they're soaked, yk, yk)
You come out and leave him to clean up, then you go to the room and put on one of his oversized t-shirts.
You make the bed better (because your silly bf left it half made).
He watches you from the frame of his door until you see him and he approaches to hug you and give you a kiss on the forehead, even with his wet hair dripping onto yours that's barely starting to dry.
The rest of the time, you eat in bed and watch TV.
So fuckin cozy.
He's totally happy when you finally hug him tight while watching a movie because he can finally hug you, kiss you, and caress you fervently again.
He loves you, he can't be away from you.
#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson x you#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#pjo x reader#percy jackson fic#percy jackson fluff#percy pjo#percy jackson#pjo hoo toa#heroes of olympus#pjo#pjo x you#percy jackson smut
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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ imagine ellie giving whiny!pillowprincess!reader backshots while you’re wearing nothing but her hoodie on… gosh.
your face would be pressed so deep into the pillows to the point you’re practically suffocating. your pouty lips all shiny from drooling, your mouth permanently hanging open as loud mewls and whimpers emitted from within your throat. dainty hands gripping the sheets of the bed tightly in your fists, hooded eyes all wide and rolling back into your skull. you were the definition of absolutely fucked out, and man was it a fucking sight to the freckled face girl drilling you from behind.
her fake cock pounding into you with no mercy whatsoever, her veiny strong hands gripping your hips with vigor. her hips slapping into the plush skin of your ass harshly, causing an obscene slapping sound to echo loudly around the perimeter of the bedroom. let’s not forgot the sound of her cock pounding into your wrecked, soaked cunt. gosh you were so wet, it was almost fucking insane to ellie. a white ring forming around the base of her strap, the sight of your pussy taking her would’ve been enough to make her cum alone.
your back arched so deliciously, ass all the way up in the air with the help of your girlfriend cause without her you would’ve folded a long ass time ago. you looked so pretty in this moment, jus getting fucked all stupid wearing nothing but her grey hoodie. ellie was convinced she never seen anything as perfect as you. she couldn’t even believe you were real.
by the way ellie was grunting and lowly moaning so much you would’ve thought she could actually feel herself fucking you. she was just in a complete daze at the whole thing, it was so fucking hot. she couldn’t help herself but to slap at your ass, rapid spanks landing at the expanse of your now bruising cheeks. the sound of your squeals making her thrust impossibly fastening.
“f— hnngh. el-l” you were so dizzy, your head felt like it was spinning around in fucking circles. unable to comprehend how good you were getting fucked. it was truly something so unimaginable. you faintly hear the laughter coming from the toned girl behind you, her emotive green irises watching your features intently.
“god, fuckin’ look at you. prettiest fucking girl there is, huh? y’going all dumb on me, babe? hm?” the auburn haired girl tilts her head just slightly. the incoherent babbles that escaped you gave her, her answer. ellie nods with a small smirk, her toned tattooed arm coming up to wrap around your neck; pulling you up to her. her locks all messy in its low bun, random strands of hair coming out her bun, framing her face due to her rough movements. your girlfriend chuckles to herself a bit. cocky little shit.
“yeah? oh i know baby, it’s just too good huh? taking me so deep in that messy little cunt of yours.” she coos, her hand traveling from your neck, down to cup your pussy. her fingers putting pressure and quickly rubbing circles over your sensitive clit. your broken whines were immediate, your hips raising up. trying to scramble away from the pleasure that become too much.
but with ellie hold on you, she quickly caught you and pulled you back flushed against her. she was way stronger than you, keeping you in the position she wants you to be in and making sure you’ll stay that way. her cock felt like it was deeper inside you than it ever was before. ellie grins widely, sending a quick slap to your tender ass. seeing you jolt with a yelp at the impact. “don’t be runnin’ from me, babe.” she grunted, her fingers still torturing your clit, going faster when she hear your chants. “oh—my g-gosh, els. i’mcummingimcumming!”
“thats it, good girl, cum f’me. so goddamn perfect in my hoodie, angel.
#this is so dirty#:)#ellie williams#ellie williams x you#ellie x reader#tlou ellie#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams x female reader#the last of us ellie#the last of us smut#ellie tlou#ellie x y/n#ellie williams smut#tlou x reader#tlou smut#ellie smut#ellie x whiny!pillowprincess!reader#nsfw.ren
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"you take me so well" || arcane x reader
With Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, & Jinx
I don't accept NSFW requests!
tags: fem!reader, female anatomy, smut, established relationships, reader is implied late 20s (Vik), late 20s-early 30s firelight reader (Silco), toy use, vik's reader also uses a cane!!, pet names
a/n: lmao me writing these like I don't have my bestie and I in mind for our faves <3
Silco
Smoke from his snuffed out cigar lingers in the air, mixed so sweetly with his fine cologne and aftershave. It's one of the few things you can focus on as Silco drills his drooling cock deep into your pussy. You grip the edge of his desk, your board tossed in the corner of his office, legs hooked loosely around his waist gasping with every drag of his pelvic bone against your achy clit. His grunts are wild, unhinged. His blunt nails leave crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he yanks you deeper onto his cock, his balls making a wet pap pap pap with every delicious thrust. "Such a good girl for me, darling. What would your poor leader think of you sleeping with the enemy? Being fucked so tenderly on the Eye of Zaun's cock? Oh my love--! My cock was truly made for you, hmm? Utterly divine." His lips smash to yours, fingers intertwined together.
Viktor
Ever the gentleman, at first, Viktor slowly lowers you down onto his thick cock. His large hands shift from your thighs to grip your hips, pressing you down gently til he bottoms out. "There, love, see? You always take me much better when you're amply prepped for my dick. You're such a sweetheart for me, I must reward your patience." His smirk curls, lips finding your neck. Viktor's hand gently strokes your leg, easing what pain and discomfort he could. He wouldn't move until you told him to. He knows how much you enjoy cock warming him. <3
Jayce
A soft whimper bubbles in the back of his throat, his cock head breaching your lubed, velvet walls with a gentle push. So warm and inviting, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around is just what he needs after a long, stressful day in the lab. His girth is impossibly thick, it's taken a lot of practice and prep for your tiny cunt to be able to take him. Jayce is always gentle with you, big thumb circling your clit in hopes to chase away any discomfort. "Shh, shh, I know it's big, baby, you're taking me so damn well. Want to stop? No? Okay, okay. Let me get some more lube, yeah? Oh, fuck, pretty girl. I felt you clench. God, I ache for you, baby."
Vi
"Fuck baby," she hisses, sinking you down further on her pink strap. Her hips stutter, raw muscle flexing beneath the strap's harness pressing into the meat of her thighs. She rears herself back, until the pink head of the dildo is almost entirely exposed before pushing back in with her hips flushed to yours. "You're so stretched out on my cock, lovely. So fuckin' perfect." Vi purrs, swallowing your moan with her lips.
Caitlyn
Tender kisses are peppered all over your face, her long hair falling in front of her face. She's smiling down at you, looking like an angel sprawled against her pillow. Your pretty lips drawn open into a wanton gasp, hips jumping up as her deep blue strap sinks into you fully. The strap buzzes to life, Caitlyn giggles at your little yelp. It melts into desperate pants and eager rolls of your hips. She's more than happy to oblige as she pins your knees to your chest and fucks you into her mattress. "That's it, love. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. Oh, does that feel good, baby? I'm glad. You look so lovely, all fucked out and flushed. Such a pretty little thing."
Jinx
Her face hides at the back of your neck, hips pounding against your ass. Her lithe fingers curl around the messy sheets, her other hand curled at your hip. Glancing down at where you two meet, Jinx all but snarls out a moan, picking up the pace. The way the electric blue strap buries itself deep within your pussy is such an addicting site. One that makes her froth at the mouth, nails biting into your skin. "You should see how fuckin' well you take me, princess. Fits like a fuckin' dream, your cunt is practically drooling f'me!"
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#arcane imagines#arcane x reader#arcane x you#arcane smut#silco x reader#viktor x reader#jayce x reader#vi x reader#caitlyn kiramman x reader#caitlyn x reader#jinx x reader#cherubfae 2024
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piggybacking off of the last ask who said that jisung would take artistic nudes of his s/o:
jisung getting frustrated bc he's not getting the shots right so he huffs and says he's gonna be right back and he comes back with hyunjin so he can take the photos instead. like just imagine hyunjin walking in and immediately covering his eyes and being his dramatic little self but obviously he wants to help so he takes the photos and god i can't decide if i like the thought of him getting hard and getting all squirmy more or the thought of him getting into the photographer persona and being really professional about it
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oh i really REALLY love the idea of hyunjin being so professional about it.
imagining hyunjin walking in to jisung’s room and you’re there naked, and he puts his hands over his eyes!! he’s all “wah! hannie, what?!” and then when jisung explains he gets a bit more relaxed lol. he understands after all! it’s hard to get that good shot.
ughhh and what about his long long fingers tracing up your thigh… “open those legs for me? ah, yeah, angel. that’s so fuckin’ pretty.” he’d make you touch yourself too… or maybe he’d do it! maybe he wants to get a shot of fingers tweaking your nipples or you sucking his fingers into your mouth…
also… what about if he takes pictures of you and jisung Together? getting jisung to slide behind you with his chest to your back, fingering you open with those delightful ring clad fingers 😵💫 “does she look good, hyunjinnie? that pussy always looks so sexy spread open, doesn’t it?” PLEASE.
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also been thinking abt yunjin 💭💭💭 shes so pretty she probably looks even prettier when giving head T_____T groaning into your pussy bcs u taste sooo good and all this talk about being milked is making me lose my mind a lil !!! cause she would (tell me if this is not a okay subject for you!!!!!!!!!!) LOVE sucking on your pregnancy tiddies and tasting all your breast milk while she strokes her (g!p) thinking abt how she just wants to get you pregnant again and again if you'll keep producing such good milk for her ♡ probably cums on your pussy and eats you out again so you'll be "cleaned up" <333333
love 🎀 anonie!
pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader
warnings: oral + g!p + creampies + breeding + overstimulation + pregnancy + lactation
💌: god nonie i love u to pieces ur brain words fucking wonders this is my fave thing ever aghh im gonna kissyou
“stop squirming, princess.” yunjin’s voice is distant. she’s fucked you with her tongue to the point where it dont even feel like you’re in your body anymore, and it has you convinced your girlfriend’s tongue is a gateway to heaven.
“god, you taste good.” she hums, curling her fingers inside of you, making you lurch forward as a high pitched whine is ripped from you, clit throbbing from the overstimulation.
she pulls her drenched fingers from your hole before aligning her length with your entrance, using the moisture as lube to jerk her stiff cock at a sloppy pace just outside of your cunt, too desperate to maintain a steady one.
“‘m gonna knock you up.” she promises, sliding just the thick head of her dick inside as one of her hands palms your tit, pulling at your sensitive nipple. the pain makes you jolt, pussy trying to suck her in while you grab at her wrist in an attempt to stop the assault on your breasts.
“yunjin — hah — stop..hurts” you whined, already close to cumming. you both know that you don’t want her to stop and not bothering to use your safeword is enough of a reason for her to continue, pushes her dick inside with one thrust, the tightness too much for her to bear. “i know it hurts baby, but you like it, yeah? you’re a nasty little thing that’s why you like when i hurt you n use you like a fucktoy, right baby?”
there was something so sexy about yunjin’s dirty talk. maybe it was because your girlfriend is usually such a sweetheart but the second she’s balls deep in your cunt she can’t help her mean words and even meaner actions.
the pleasure is mindnumbing, making you unable to focus on anything but her dick fucking into you, the thick veins look delicious covered in your cream and you can’t look away, your mouth hanging open as you focus on her cock disappearing inside your stretched pussy.
“look at you, angel” she tells you, “look so pretty f’me bet you’ll look even better carryin’ my kid.” yunjin moans at the thought, pressing deeper inside, her only goal to fuck a baby into you. “can’t wait til your tits fill up with my milk, need to taste it so bad.” her eyes have rolled into the back of her skull now, mindless groans escaping her every now and then.
“give it to me” you were delirious, too fucked out to process the words as they left your mouth. “gimme a baby, yunjin, need it so bad. wanna make you a mommy ‘nd have you milk me,” her thrusts speed up, becoming harsh and uncoordinated. “you’ll help me right, yunie?” you’re such a goddamn tease it makes her want to wipe the faux pout off your lips.
“yeah baby, i’ll help. gonna milk you like a fucking cow ‘nd plug you full of cum like my breeding bitch.” she snarks, her balls slapping your ass with every push of her hips.
whines and mewls are your only response, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence as you approach your orgasm.
your walls clamp around her dick in a vice grip as you cream around her and the sensation is enough to make her blow her load, bucking her hips haphazardly as she empties her balls deep inside.
“good girl, good fuckin’ girl” she moans, the praise combined with the thick ropes spilling inside makes you squeal, wrapping your legs around her to keep every drop of cum inside, neither of you wanting to waste her potent seed.
even after filling you up yunjin is insatiable, continues to slowly grind her hips into yours as she kisses you softly.
she won’t be done until she’s shooting blanks or passes out, whichever happens first.
#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot#♡.sweetheart: 🎀#le sserafim#huh yunjin#le sserafim x reader#le sserafim smut#huh yunjin x reader#huh yunjin smut#💌.g!p#💌.oral#💌.creampies#💌.breeding#💌.overstimulation#💌.pregnancy#💌.lactation
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hi!!! could u maybe write musician reader x harry idea dumping in the middle of the night???
a/n: u get it. this was fun to write teehee. song used is ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ by delaney bailey! enjoy :P (this got away from me.)
warnings: nothing, cute fluff from our fave knuckleheads!!!!
“hi baby angel, what are you doing?” harry murmured, a grin on his face as he walked into the living room, seeing his wife sitting on the floor with her guitar on her lap.
“writing something, i think,” she grumbled, scratching aggressively at her shoulder since her guitar strap was rubbing against it. “something’s not working here.”
“well, what’ve y’got so far?” he asked, plopping himself next to her, resting his chin on his hand that was propped up on his knee.
“um, i’ll play it for you,” she shifted in her spot to face him, itching her nose as she scooted. “i’m thinking it’ll be called like, ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’? i mean, i basically say it in the first verse anyway.”
“cute!” he replied, making her giggle softly.
“okay, um,” y/n began strumming, eyes closing as she played the round of chords she had in mind.
‘cause you hold in my tide
i would die a thousand times
just to see you in another life
stopping after the second chorus, she drops her chin to her chest, hair curtaining around her face as she groans in annoyance. “i can’t figure out the fucking bridge.”
“baby, that was beautiful.” harry says seriously, eyes shining with adoration and utmost love.
“shut up. help me write this bridge.” she muttered, but leaning to press a kiss to his lips in gratitude.
“hm… what if y’like, made it still ocean themed? like slow down the song at that part and make it so it sounds like the water’s coming back up the shore.” he explained casually, not realizing how complicated that sounded.
“what?” she questioned, a confused furrow in her brow.
“like, hold on, give me the guitar.” he held his hands out to grab it, settling it on his lap against his tummy when it was in his possession. harry furrowed his brow, humming a little before just barely singing the words, ‘my love’.
y/n watched as he used relatively the same chords to strum a different pattern, already filling in the gaps with his hums. “i got it! h, wait!”
“see, there y’go lovie. jus’ needed a little boost, hm?” he smiled widely, his bunny teeth peeking out.
“god, we’re fuckin’ good at our jobs.” she murmured after rerecording the song with harry’s added bridge. a giggle left harry’s throat at her look of relief, high-fiving her as she set her guitar back on the stand.
“should i release it? i think we could probably record it tonight.” y/n shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, standing from her place on the floor.
“y’wanna record this song right now? its 2:45 in the morning, sweetheart.” he chuckled at her, standing up after she did.
“yeah, honestly. wanna be my producer for the night?” she giggled, moving towards him slowly, her hands coming to rest on his chest, then fanning out to the nape of his neck.
“sure, baby. if that’s what y’want.” harry promised, his hands resting on her hips. leaning forward, he pressed a kiss on her forehead, both cheeks, and eventually her lips, savoring the flavor of her chapstick that she loved to use before bed.
“i do want that, please?” she whispered between them, pecking his lips again.
“alright, lead the way, angel girl.”
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yourinstagram: my new song ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ is out may 1st 💌 written & produced by me and husband harrystyles eeeeek i love this song i cant wait for it to be yours!!!!!!!
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landonorris: so excited y/n/n!
sabrinacarpenter: omfg stop
user1: THEY WROTE IT TOGETHER AND PRODUCED IT TOGETHER STOP 😭
harrystyles: I love nothing more than I love you. Thank you for letting me work on this with you. H Xxx
> yourinstagram: harrystyles the sea to my shoooooreeeeeee i love u to pieces and pieces and pieces!!!
niallhoran: Yay bug! Can’t wait to hear it ❤️
user2: y/n probably painted the cover art im unwell
user3: “i love you too much to drift completely” BRUH IM DONE THEYRE SO 😭😭😭
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fluff#harry styles fanfic#harry styles x y/n#harry styles blurb#harry edward styles#harry styles drabble#harry styles smau#harry styles x musician!reader#famous!reader x harry styles#singer!reader x harry styles
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Huskerdust Headcanons: Food Edition
• Angel Dust is a great cook and genuinely enjoys it. On a rare day off when he's not exhausted/recovering, he jumps at the opportunity to make a full Italian-style dinner for everyone at the hotel. However, don't come near him in the kitchen and expect to make it out alive... god forbid you try to help him with the cooking, you're getting chased out of there with a wooden spoon and cussed at furiously in italian
"PARSLEY in a fuckin' ragu, Charlie? Are you out of your fuckin' MIND? Jesus fucking CHRIST che SCHIFO, mamma mia... cazzo prezzemollo, scusa nonna..."
• Husk is NOT a good cook... he loves some pub grub or a good steak dinner, but rarely cooks for himself and definitely values convenience over quality
• Angel always gets Husk to taste whatever he's cooking to see what he thinks, but Husk is not nearly food-literate enough for Angel's expectations, so when his queries of "do you think I should leave it to reduce more?" "did I go too heavy on the black pepper?" are met with the same answer of "tastes good to me" he can get a little... frustrated
• This is usually quelled by Husk telling him to stop being such a diva and accept the damn compliment and also give him the spoon to have the rest of what's on it
• Over time Husk would become the only person who's allowed in the kitchen when Angel's cooking, partially because he'd never bother to try and help out, he'd be the first to admit he doesn't know what he's doing, but also because Angel enjoys the company, as well as being a show off
• Husk likes to be in the kitchen with Angel because he gets to see him doing something he's passionate about and is good at without it being about sex
• Husk basically becomes Angel's half-willing kitchen assistant
"Here, chop up this onion will ya? No, not like tha- Christ, Husk, you're gonna lose a hand! You can take fuckers down with explosive dice and playin' cards but you can't chop a fuckin' onion and keep all ya body parts?"
"Hey, can ya pass the rosemary? I said the rosemary. This is sage, dumbass. Were ya born in a fuckin' barn?"
• Husk would probably not admit it but he's definitely learned to appreciate food a little more since becoming Angel's kitchen bitch helper and always looks forward to one of Angel's whole-day cooking sprees
Bonus: Angel never washes up and is chaotically messy when cooking so tidying the kitchen is a Niffty matter. And if you thought going into the kitchen when Angel was cooking would end badly, you'd best believe you won't make it out alive if you interupt Niffty while she's cleaning it
#might add more to this cuz its cute#also me and my gf are so angel and husk and while im defo angel and she husk#she is absolutely angel in this post#the getting pissed off about people not cooking italian food right is liberally her#also ranting in Italian when shes pissed off#huskerdust#hazbin hotel#angel dust hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel fanfic#hazbin hotel husk#husk hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel angel dust#helluva boss#hellaverse#my posts
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okay so hear me out…i have a request for you…we all know rhea is such a dom like she’s always in control and we always paint her like a mean dom, teasing the reader, spanking her and edging her but what if rhea is just the sweetest person ever when it comes to making love with reader? like she literally would kiss the ground reader’s walk, she would worship her and praise her and i can just imagine rhea being the sweetest person alive
Angel.
R. Ripley x fem!reader
cw: 18+, dom!rhea, sub!reader, mommy kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), praising, dirty talk, soft sex, mentions of overstim, princess treatment. short and sweet, little bit of aftercare sprinkled in there because yes
not proofread, sorry for any spelling mistakes
"You are so beautiful." Rhea whispered against the skin of your stomach as she trails kisses down it. You couldn't help but smile as a pink hue tinted your cheeks.
"Thank you love, so are you." Your hand rested on the back of her head as she looked up at you.
"Not about me right now, princess." She gave you a soft, thankful smile before scooting down a little further so she was situated between your legs.
As usual, she started with soft kisses and an occasional bite, hands on both of your thighs.
"Baby," You whine, fingers gently tugging her hair.
"Shhh, I know. Patience." In the moment, you were more than tempted to push her head forward anyway, but you didn't.
It was only a couple minutes later before she finally caved, her last kiss landing on your clit before she licked a slow stripe through your folds. A sigh of relief left your lips as her tongue circled the nerves, hands still on your thighs where she occasionally squeezed.
"Mommy," Your voice came out as a whimper as your hips bucked, head leaning back against the pillows. "More, please."
Rhea looked up at you through her lashes, speeding up her movements. She sucked your clit between her lips a little before she pulled away for a second, tongue circling your entrance as you gasped.
"Please,"
Her tongue pushed into you slowly at first, letting out a soft moan as she tasted you. The vibrations ran through your body causing you to sigh and grip her hair. Rhea's tongue moved faster, nose bumping against your clit.
"Fuck, don't stop."
All she did was hum in response, pulling her head away. Before you could even protest her tongue was replaced by two of her fingers.
"God," you whined, head falling back further.
Rhea's pace was fast as she looked up at you, thumb drawing circles against your bud.
"You look so pretty like this, y'know that?" She smirked softly as you blushed, attempting to hide your face with your hands.
"Nuh uh, don't hide baby." Her free hand tapped yours away, smiling as she saw you again. "There we go, good girl." Rhea reached her left hand up, locking her fingers in with yours as she grinned down at you "My pretty girl."
"Please Mom-ah!"
Your sentence was cut off by a high pitched moan as she curled her fingers directly into your g-spot.
"Feel good, sweet girl?" She teased, doing it again. You nodded frantically, eyes squeezing shut. You could feel the tightness building in your stomach as moans and whines filled the room.
"Faster, plea-fuck!" You whimpered when her next thrust hit you directly in a spot that made your brain go fuzzy, hips bucking as your back arched. She listened, speeding up the thrust and curls of her fingers.
"So fuckin' spoiled, but I love it." Rhea husked, thumb pressing harder against your clit. "Look at me, angel. Want your eyes on me when I make you cum."
"Rhea," You moaned, eyes opening to look at her. "M'gonna cum," Your voice was a whisper as your hips moved to meet the pace of her fingers.
"Go ahead, you've been good baby. So good for Mommy."
That did it. Your back arched completely off the bed with a squeal as you came, breath heavy as you panted. "Fuck!" Your fingers pulled at her hair, nails just barely digging into her scalp.
Two more orgasms later, Rhea was planting kisses on your torso, her free hand rubbing circles on your hip with her thumb as you rode out your high.
"You did so good, pretty girl. Mommy's so proud of you." She cooed as she pulled her fingers out, sucking them clean before leaning down to kiss you. You hummed into it, hands reaching up to hold on the sides of her face.
"Thank you." You whispered, smiling tiredly after she pulled away. "I'm going to go get a washcloth baby, I'll be right back." You let out a soft 'okay' as you closed your eyes, waiting for her to come back.
When she stepped back into the room you heard her chuckle, probably because of the fact you were sprawled with your eyes closed and your mouth open. "You're cute Y/n, real cute." Rhea giggled, beginning to clean you up with the warm cloth.
You whined quietly, squirming a little. "I know baby, I'm almost done." Her tone was soft as she worked quickly yet cautiously, careful not to accidently hurt you.
Once she was done she went to deal with the cloth before coming back to you, laying beside you with her arms wrapped around your body. Rhea waited until you were asleep before she let herself drift off too. The moment she felt your breathing slow down against her chest she allowed herself to close her eyes after placing a kiss on the top of your head.
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can you do a story where Adam is drunk and he vents to you about how Lilith and Eve left for Lucifer and you end up cuddling? (not dating btw, just friends)
Oops I made I'm pathetic again lol 🎸
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Vent
It was late... Really late... You were sound asleep when there was a thump at your door. And then another. And then more. You groaned yourself awake, slipping out of bed. You put your robe on as you make your way to the front door. You rub your eyes as you open the door to see Adam. Very intoxicated, hold either side of the door frame to keep himself upright. "Okay." You sighed. "Took you long enough, bItch." You slurred his words. You pinched the bridge of your nose before moving your hand up, running it through your hair. "What is it this time, Adam?" This was unfortunately a common occurrence. Adam wood come to your apartment drunk rant about work, the seraphim, the women who'd reject him, Lute basically anything that pissed him off that day. You wouldn't mind so much if he wasnt drunk! He'd always try and get it off with you, but you didn't like him like that and you're pretty he didn't like you like that either. It was tiring.
He stared at you. His eyes half lidded. A scowl covered his face. "Do you know how hard it is to be me?" "Here we go." You think. You keep your face expressionless. Not that he'd notice you rolling your eyes anyway. You step aside for him to enter your apartment and he stumbles in towards your couch. He dumps himself on to it with such force you could of sworn you heard a crack.
"like, you think I have it easy?!" He scoffs. "Well, I do.. BUT, I didn't!" You walk over to the couch and sit on the coffee table so your facing Adam. "I had Lilith, right. And she was beautiful, oh my god stunning! But the FUCKING BITCH LEFT ME! FUCKING, ME! FIR SOME FUCKIN' SHORT ASS MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ANGEL!!?! What?! What was it about him, huh? His wings???" He continued. "What? I'm too fuCKIN TALL FOR YOU BABE!!" He yelled into the void, like he was screaming at Lilith.
You couldn't believe it. He was talking about Lilith. Never had he mentioned her. Ever since you met him he never once spoke about his ex wife's. Did something happen? Why is this all coming out? You didn't get a chance to speak, although you never really did when he vents.
"I gOt wiiiinnggggs now!!! AM I STILL NOT-" He stopped himself. "AUGH!" His hands went for his mask, he took it off and stared at the face of it. "And then Eve.... Not as hot as Lilith but a good replacement I guess. And she.. did left me too... For him." He sighed. "Well... Basically... He already took one." His eyes meet yours. "Why did he need her too?" He asked you, he was asking questions that he new you didn't have the answers for. "Why did they leave me, Y/N? What is it about me that's so fuckin insufferable that they left?" His voice waivered. "Why didn't they love me?"
That was it you dived into his arms, holding him closely as he started weeping into the crook of your neck. "Why does no one love me?" He sobbed. "Oh, Adam. You are loved. By so many people." His arms wrapped around you, his clawed at the back of your robe as he continued to cry.
You moved yourself to sit beside him as he continued to cry, you make sure to keep your arms around him. "Why him? What makes him so special?" He continued, he was now cuddled into your chest as he vented. "Everyone just thinks I'm okay, but I'm not. I'm not fucking okay!" He would rant between his sobs. You ran your fingers through his hair eventually he fell asleep on your lap. There was no way you could move, so you accepted your fate a tried finding a comfortable position to sleep in.
When you woke up you saw Adam trying to sneak out. With your snacks. His stares at you like a deer in headlights. "Uh... What are you doing?" You ask. "What's it fuckin look like, bitch? Bye!" He practically ran out of you apartment not saying another word.
～♡✧｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧♡～
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
Bucky had a few surprises for your special day — the main goal, of course, was to spoil you beyond measure, and make sure you felt the love he had for you.
And by God, did you fall harder for the man you married.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
☼ Farmer!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!F!Reader
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☼ Tooth rotting fluff, Bucky is the best husband
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆
☼ Today is a very special day — it is my partner in porn's birthday! @smutconnoisseur, happy bloody birthday, you bitch! I love you so much!
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔
☼ Freight Train (Bounce Remix) by JF Jake
☼ Run Boy Run by Woodkid
𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 '𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
“Sweet angel,” a deep voice cooed over your shoulder, and you felt the weight of an arm over your waist. “Angel, baby, time to wake up, darlin’.”
You sighed and blinked open your sleep ladened eyes. The golden glow of the sun casted the bedroom into light; yellows and oranges danced off of the walls and onto the covers that kept your body snug and warm.
“I know you can hear me, Peach.” The statement was purely a tease, and you giggled as the arm that wrapped around your waist pulled you back into a broad, warm chest. “Why don’t you open those pretty eyes ‘n look at me, sweetheart? I want to wish my wife a happy birthday.”
“Buck,” you drawled, yawning widely. “Good morning, handsome.”
The sight that greeted you when you looked over your shoulder stole your breath – Bucky was laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand while his other arm held you tight to his body. He looked positively radiant in the morning sun, happiness brighter than a glowing fire. The blue eyes you had fallen in love with sparkled with that same glee, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Hey there, baby,” Bucky whispered. He pecked you on the forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally, on the lips, where he lingered. “Happy birthday, my love.”
You smiled against his lips and kissed him once more, before you pulled back. “Thank you, darling husband.” The covers shuffled and pulled as you rolled onto your back, and Bucky looked down into your face, the quirk of his lips your only indication he was up to something. “What’re you up to?”
“Well,” Bucky started, his smile widening into a toothy grin. “I thought I would start you off with some breakfast in bed–your favourite, of course, and then I thought… Why not take out the horses? Go for a picnic, up on those hills.”
“That sounds perfect.”
Breakfast was indeed all of your favourites, placed on a tray and cooked to perfection – much to Bucky’s pride and satisfaction. After he waited on you, hand and foot, you rose from the bed with a loud groan and a stretch to get dressed. “What should I wear?” you called down the hallway to the kitchen, where Bucky was cleaning up.
“Somethin’ comfortable, Peach,” he called back. “I don’t want you gettin’ achy and sore up there. I want us to have a nice time.”
“Right,” you said to yourself, looking at your closet with consideration. The choice for comfort was relatively easy, and you walked down the hallway to find Bucky leaning against the sink and looking out of the window to the pastures. “Are they ready to go?”
Bucky looked at you, and then back out to the pastures. “Yeah. Tacked ‘em all up already. Bebe was fussy, as usual–only wants her mama.”
You tried to not appear too smug at his words. “What can I say, she’s a mama’s girl.”
“Too fuckin’ right,” Bucky laughed, and he pushed off the counter with a grunt. “I already packed their saddle bags too–with the food.”
“You definitely were excited for this,” you teased, walking to the front door to put on your boots.
Bucky shrugged and grabbed down his hat from the hook by the coats. “What can I say,” he mocked. “I’m excited.”
Gravel crunched under the soles and heels of your boots as you walked outside, and the two of you made your way to the barn, where Colton, and your mare, Butterscotch, stood tacked and waiting to go.
The golden, cream colour of Butterscotch’s coat shone in the rays of the sun, and the white of her mane and tail swished and blew in the breeze. Her eyes were soft and kind as you approached, and you clicked your tongue softly; a low nicker and a snort of greeting made you grin at the mare. “And how are you doing, pretty girl? Did he tack you up good?”
“I did my best,” Bucky said sharply, a pout on his lips. “For all she’s sweet for you, she’s the devil for me.”
You shook your head, and you looked into her dark, considering eyes. “You’re just fire, darling. My pretty Bebe.”
Bucky swung his leg up into the stirrup of Colton’s saddle and mounted up, the stallion not even batting an eye as he did so. You rounded Butterscotch and kissed Colton on the cheek. “Good boy.”
“Where’s my kiss?” Bucky asked, brow raised.
“Well, come down here then,” you answered, moving to stand at Bucky’s knee. The leather and buckled chinked and creaked as Bucky leaned forward in the saddle, and you met him halfway. You pulled away after a few seconds, smiling. “Now, why don’t we have a race?”
“Why not,” Bucky said, raising his brows. “What do we get if we win?”
You turned towards Butterscotch, then fitted your boot into the stirrup to mount. “I’ll let you use your imagination on that one, babe,” you grunted, settling into the seat of the saddle. “But it’s my birthday–I’m royalty today.”
“Alright, sounds good,” he conceded, gathering the reins. Colton moved into a smooth trot, and Butterscotch followed. ���You ready?”
“What do you say, Bebe–ready to give him a run for his money?” The leather of her reins slapped against her neck with the force of her head toss. You chuckled as she put her head down and out, her gait smoothly changing into a slow canter. “I take that as a yes.”
“On three,” Bucky challenged, urging Colton forward to keep pace with you. “One,” he said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “Two,” he continued, and he let go of your hand to grip his reins. There was a cheeky smile on his lips. “Three!”
Butterscotch launched into a gallop, her hind legs pushing her forward with the force of a bullet. You whooped and loosened the reins, letting her do her thing as she galloped full pelt down the driveway, Colton close behind.
“That ain’t fair, Peach!” Bucky called behind you, and you just squeezed your knees.
Butterscotch responded in less than a second – her stride became longer, her legs faster, and she powered down the road, putting more and more distance between you and your husband.
You looked over your shoulder as she galloped, and you watched Bucky soundlessly curse and push Colton onto new heights – but no horse could beat a barrel racer in a burst of speed. “Go, girl! Go!”
Dust clouds kicked up in your wake and Butterscotch did not slow her pace as you approached a turn. You held the reins steady and guided her through the turn, not compromising her speed but well aware of how much she loved to run. “That’s it, that’s it, Bebe,” you soothed, squeezing your knees when she came onto the straight.
In the distance, you could see the hills and dam that Bucky had mentioned.
“Let’s beat him.” The wind whipped against your face while Butterscotch’s sides heaved with breath, her legs a blur with her speed. “Come on, get up!”
Behind you, you could hear the heavy, fast hoofbeats of Colton gaining on you; Bucky’s whoops and exclamations loud over them. The pressure of being beaten seemed to spur Butterscotch on, and her feet pounded the dirt with a fever pitch, faster than the beat of your heart – you had never seen her run with such speed, even in her competing days.
The hills and dam neared and neared, and Butterscotch started to tire. Latherin built on her neck, and you soothed her, “Easy, you’re doing good, pretty girl.” She huffed and blew harshly, but she didn’t slow her speed.
Gravel and dust turned into grass and dirt as you pulled her off the road, and she powered up the hillside with laboured breaths.
Finally, after what felt like forever, you reached the top of the hill, gasping for air with the adrenaline of the race, while Butterscotch panted and shook her head to rid it of flies. “Holy shit, Bebe,” you rushed, patting her damp neck. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“Well, whatever it was, you won,” Bucky called, appearing right next to you. “That was one hell of a race, Peach. Fuck.”
You laughed and dismounted, leading Butterscotch to the shade of a tree. “Rest up, pretty girl,” you cooed, scratching her ear. She bumped your shoulder with her muzzle and cocked a foot, content to rest and catch her breath after a hard run.
“Let’s get this set up, I’m starved,” Bucky said suddenly, and you watched him pull a couple of blankets from the back of Colton’s saddle. “The food’s in Bebe’s saddle, darlin’.”
With a grunt of effort, you lugged the containers from her saddle bag and walked to where Bucky set the blankets down. The view that greeted you made you gasp – the sightline of the edge of your property, where cows and sheep grazed, were tinged by the ambers and yellows of the morning sun.
The weighted containers in your hands suddenly disappeared, and you started in place to see Bucky holding them, a soft, adoring smile on his lips. “I’ve seen a lot in this life, Peach,” he started, and he bent down to place the food on the blanket. “I’ve seen the best, the worst, you name it.”
You watched him approach, a brow raised in silent question.
He took your hands in his, and ran his thumbs over your knuckles, before the left stopped on your wedding and engagement rings. “I’ve been through hell and back. I’ve walked down the darkest roads; never knowin’ if I’d make it back home. But, Peach–” He paused, licking his lips, before he stared at you so intensely that you felt the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end. “I have never, ever doubted the love I have for you–for us. You are the one thing that kept this tired, old bastard goin’.”
“Bucky, I–”
“I’m not finished.” He stepped closer, and he rested his forehead on yours. “Marryin’ you… It was the best decision I could have ever made. Hell, shoppin’ that day on Colton? That’s a pretty close second.”
Electricity charged the air, and your breath hitched as you stared into Bucky’s eyes – the blues turning grey with untold, overwhelming emotion.
“Every day I wake up, I can never find words for you–for how much I love you,” he continued, now standing impossibly close. The sounds of the world around you had dulled, leaving you just in his grasp – one of love. “You keep me goin’, Peach, and it’s only fair that I work as hard as this tired body allows to give you the life you deserve. And to be the man you married, and the one you deserve.”
Tears welled along your lash line, and you inhaled sharply. You went to pull away, to gather yourself, but Bucky held you fast. “No, no, don’t go.”
“Baby, I–” You tried again, hiccupping. “I– God, I love you.”
Bucky smiled, and in that moment, you decided that it was your favourite thing in the world. “Happy birthday, Peach,” he said quietly, and he kissed you, pouring everything that was left unsaid into it.
You kissed back with just as much passion and adoration, telling him without words that you were his, and he was yours; as long as your heartbeat in tandem with his.
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
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#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky x f!reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes fluff#rookthorne's works
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT HAZBIN WAS SO FUCKING GOOD IM GOING INSANE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKENFKCMKWJRKFNSMSMDMSMDN-
Okay. Okay deep breaths. Time for some cool and collected comentary. Okay.
Putting it under the cut so ppl can avoid spoilers :)
HUSK USED TO BE AN OVERLORD!?!?!?!?!? HELLO!?!?!?!?!? FUCKIN PLOTTWIST OF THE CENTURY WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?
Huskerdust my beloved
SIR PENTIOUS MY BELOVED
Vox was great. I love him he's so fucking cool-
If Vox wasn't already a Tumblr sexyman he's definitely gonna be one now. He's so fucking Onceler coded it's insane.
Velvette was amazing too. It's so funny that she's British lmao I was not expecting that
Velvette is also very Anne Boelyne(like from SIX not from Real Life) coded it's wild. Her part in that song with Carmila was giving so much Don't Lose Your Head
I swear I'll stop comparing them to other characters I SWEAR
Okay but me and my brother are working on a Hazbin Hotel swap AU where we swap the main cast with the overlords and in that AU we swapped Husk and Vox. The Husk used to be an overlord reveal is gonna make that AU soooooo much easier lmao
ADAM IS REALLY GOOD I promised I would stop comparing to other characters but he was giving SO MUCH Hades from Disney's Hercules like its insane
I think we should let Alex Brightman sing rocj and roll more often that song was such a fucking BANGER
SPEAKING OF THE SONGS- oh my god I love the soundtrack so fucking much-
Stayed Gone was a lil less hype then I was expecting but thats okay cuz it was still a banger and I loved the visuals
That song battle between Carmilla and Velvette????? Oh my god??????
Carmilla and Vaggie's song was also amazing but I think I know why they didn't have Stephanie Beatriz sing her own song in Elena of Avalor y'know, girl cannot hold a character voice while singing
LOSER WAS SO FUCKING GOOD- I love Huskerdust so much. I love Keith David so much. Blake Roman is such a phenomenal Angel Dust.
SPEAKING OF all the voice actors are amazing. Blake Roman, Brightman as Pentious and Joel Perez were the ones I was the most worried abt but I loved all their preformances so much it was fucking fantastic
Valentino can go die in a fucking hole <3
The other Vees are cool and fun to watch but I hope Valentino fucking dies
Okay to be fair he's also fun to watch when he's not in the same room as Angel Dust but tHAT DOESNT SUPERSEID MY HATRED FUCK 👏 THAT 👏 GUY 👏👏👏👏
Speaking of the Vees tho I do love their dynamic
My favorite episode was probably Radio Killed the Video Star bcuz of mY BOYS PENTIOUS AND VOX!!!!!!!!
And the most painful episode to watch was- no surprise- Masquerade
That episode was a fucking rollercoaster Jesus fucking Christ...
Those scenes with Angel and Valentino where so fucking visceral... like. Who the fuck wrote that. Who are you. Are you okay. Do you need help-
Tho I'm not sure abt how they're handling the ah- more serious bits of Angel's character. It is WAYYYYYY to early to tell and I think Loser wasn't like. Trying to downplay the situation. But the writers better have been careful moving foreward bcuz I can def see a world where Angel's arc goes very wrong very fast-
Also while we're criticizing: wasn't a fan of the pacing. Especially in episode two. Like I can look past it, but the way they breeze past some plot points kinda bugged me
Otherwise it was sooooooo fucking good man oh my god
THE HUMOR WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN PPL MAKE IT OUT TO BEEEEEE PPL NEED TO STOP SHITTING ON THE COMEDY IN THESE SHOWS MAN-
The gag where Niffty just fucking stopped thinking every time the camera turned on was so fucking good
Niffty in general was really fuckin funny
Alastor was a lot less prominent of a character then I thought he would be but tbh I think that's for the best. He's like Discord from My Little Pony, fun in small doses but if you don't set perameters for how often he appears and when he's willing to help it kinda breaks the show
Chaggie is adorable and I love them <3
I think this show does a really good job balancing the focus on the whole cast! These first 4 episodes seem to be pretty Charlie, Angel and kind of Vaggie heavy but everybody still gets their fair share of attention!
THE ANIMATIOJ OH MY GOD- IT WAS FUCKING PHENOMENAL IM LOSING MY M I N D
Im going feral IM GOING FERAL THIS EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS AKFNVKKENFEKFNDN
I love comedy. I love musicals. I love drama. I love silly characters. I LOVE ANIMATION!!!!!!!
It's like the South Park movie but longer and better animated and IVE BEEN WAITING FOUR FUCKING YEARS-
Just. So excited overall. Can't wait to see where it goes. May make more posts abt my thoughts in tbe future.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin spoilers#<- just to be safe#hazbin husk#angel dust#huskerdust#sir pentious#hazbin vox#hazbin velvette#hazbin adam#carmilla carmine#vaggie#hazbin valentino#hazbin niffty#hazbin alastor#charlie morningstar#chaggie
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What If They Had A Family? - Hazbin Hotel (PT.2)
Type of Writing: Random Idea
Name: What If They Had A Family? (PT.2)
Characters: Alastor (LINK), Adam, St. Peter, and Lucifer Morningstar
Idea-Giver: Random Ideas
A/N: The readers here are all female besides in Alastor's, which I themed gender-neutral. You can tell who my favorite here is lol
⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Swearing and Death ⚠️ Spoilers for: S1 ⚠️
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What Are They Like As Parents? - Hazbin Hotel
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Angel-Third-Wife! Reader ; Red-and-Green Macaw
🎸 Adam has lost his first two wives to the same exact man. I mean for crying out loud, this guy needs a break
🎸 When Adam had first met you, he was very weary at first. Every single other wife of his had run off with the same god-forsaken guy, so do you really blame him for his distrust?
🎸 It took a little while, but the first man did take notice at how you gave him the time to get used to you and trust you, and while you didn’t know it, he warmed up to you really fast when you had cleaned his guitar off and handed it to him while requesting a song
" Let me guess, you want one of the best fuckin’ musicians in history to sing for ya’? You’ve got good taste, love. "
🎸 He absolutely adores you, and when you had finally sealed the deal, he loved talking about having children. He did have two, but they didn’t exactly end well…
🎸 You just smiled and spoke with him deeply, making sure he understood what he really wanted, you didn’t want him regretting his actions or getting in over his head when you did eventually get pregnant
🎸 When your baby girl, which you named Harmonia, came into Heaven, Adam was beyond happy. He planned on spoiling your child until his final breath
🎸 She had caught yours and his wing patterns, so they were large much like her fathers and were blue with Adam’s signature light yellow stripe. And he would swear every time she flapped her wings, she would give him another heart attack. His baby girl was growing up so fast!
🎸 Now, to the real juicy stuff
🎸 Adam is very provocative, so there is no doubt that one of your daughter’s first words is a swear, most likely the f-word
" You mother- "
" Fucker! "
" That's my girl! I’m so proud of you! "
" Adam! "
" What? She spoke! Swearing or not, still a word, toots. "
🎸 You’re gonna get a headache from their actions. Thank god Lute is right alongside you whenever Adam brings his baby to work with the excuse that he’d miss her
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Angel! Reader ; Bombus Auricomus (Kind of Bumblebee)
📑 St. Peter and you had a mutual understanding, children was something you wanted to handle later on
📑 When you did eventually bring the conversation back up, St. Peter just smiled and held your hands in his as he said he had a surprise for you that he thought you’d enjoy
📑 As he covered you eye with a bandanna, your husband brought you down your home’s hallway and opened and door before you heard his wings flap nervously and he tore the fabric away from your eyes
📑 Your eyes widened as you looked at the small nursery, it was colored a pastel yellow with tiny pastel flowers along the bottom and tiny things of honeycomb with bees flying around. And right above the crib was a tiny cot mobile themed with books and bees
" Oh my god… it’s- it’s perfect, my dear. Thank you so much… "
📑 When you and St. Peter talked a bit more on the topic, you guys did eventually conceive a baby, one that you would later identify as your baby boy
📑 Your time in childbirth was magical for St. Peter, as he was nervously pacing and screaming as you practically squashed his hand in your grip. How were you not a warrior angel?!
📑 He no doubt passed out during the ordeal
📑 He had awoken in the chair next to your bed with a glass of water and a couple pills next to the glass. But he ignored it and looked over at you, who was asleep and holding your baby boy
📑 When you awoke, St. Peter pledged the name Favus, which in Latin meant Honeycomb. And when you looked at your son’s tiny light yellow bee wings, you smiled and kissed your husband’s cheek, saying it was perfect
📑 Your husband and son bond so much as he ages. While St. Peter is normally busy with things at Heaven’s Gates, he always takes time to be around his family
📑 He adores to teach your son how to sing. Singing is something that he is spectacular at, so he would love it if his son bonded with him on that
📑 And when his first word came out? No doubt he passed out once more
" D- Dada! "
" Did you just- holy saints… you just said… " *faints*
" Peter! "
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Fallen-Angel! Reader ; Bee Hummingbird
🍎 Lucifer is slightly hesitant when it comes to having any more children. He didn’t want to have a bad relationship with them like how he used to with Charlie, even though it was far better now
🍎 While you were understanding at first, you were growing self-conscious, did he just not want kids with you?
🍎 Once Charlie brought the topic up to her father, the King of Hell just broke down, he was ruining another relationship?! You surely wanted to leave him just like Lilith did all those years ago…
🍎 Charlie just sighed and gave her dad a piece of paper, one with many ideas that could possible help him. But he only looked for a couple seconds before getting the best idea he’s ever had, besides fixing his bond with Charlie and being with you, of course
🍎 Lucifer had brought you out to a small and untouched field just outside of Pentagram City and handed you a bouquet full of bleeding heart flowers, cardinal flowers, fireweed, and trumpet honeysuckles
" My Queen, I just wanted to come somewhere secluded to speak about the possibilities of a family between us. I really want us to move onto the next chapter of our lives, and I’m sure that Charlie would like for us to as well. "
" Really? "
" Of course. I love you more than anything else in existence, both mine in Heaven and in Hell. There is nobody else I would do this with than you. "
" And Lilith. "
" I'm going to ignore that comment… "
🍎 Charlie and the rest of the Hotel were beyond happy for you guys when it was announced you were having your first born son, hell, even Alastor hugged you and handed you a small deer leather slippers, he even made sure they were extra soft for you
🍎 Lucifer just hugged you from behind as Charlie pulled everyone into a group hug, crying about how happy she was to have a baby brother coming into Hell, and she said she couldn’t wait to see how adorable he looked
🍎 When your son did finally come out and looked into his father and mother’s eyes, you guys knew how right Charlie was. He was beyond cute
🍎 His tiny yellow and red eyes, red cheeks, and yellow-tinted ‘hair’ that he inherited from his father while tiny fluttering wings, a slightly long tail similar to the Goetia family’s, and a small beak with feathers for hair that came from you just made him so sweet looking, as if he belonged in Heaven with the rest of the Morningstar family
" What should we name him, Lu’? "
" Hm, how about Anaticula? It means duckling in Latin. "
" Perfect… our little humming-duckling. "
🍎 As Anaticula aged, it was apparent how much like his father he was. He was very silly and talented despite his immense power from his fallen-angel parents
🍎 By the way, his first words are most likely something related to redemption or ducks, since Charlie and Lucifer ramble about the two topic quite often
" It’s just, the redemption was proven to work with Pentious. That means Heaven may rethink their choice! "
" Redeemed ducky? "
" Did he just…? "
" My baby boy just said his first words! Oh, how splendid. Charlie! Call Y/N, she must hear this immediately! "
🍎 He loves to brag about his son in front of Alastor as well, he may now have a baby and new wife to care for at home, but your husband just has to rub this into that Radio Demon’s snout!
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Welcome to Heaven P2
(3rd POV)
*In Heaven Meeting Room*
"Heavenly people, what more do you need to see?" Adam asked, as the court room watch Angel and Cherri take shots. "The porn star chose a night of debauchery. That's not a soul worthy of being in Heaven!" He exclaimed.
"Um, objection! Are you really telling me you've never had a drink with friends at the end of a hard day?" Charlie asked.
"Uh, we don't have hard days. It's fuckin' Heaven, bitch. You seriously going to sit there and pretend like this behavior is okay? What do you think?" The yellow angel asked Vaggie as Charlie and (Y/N) growled lowly.
"I--I--I have to go to the bathroom." Vaggie stuttered before rushing off. "What, Vaggie, can't you hold it?" Charlie hissed after her.
"Angel will make good decisions! We have to keep watching! Please." (Y/N) pleaded. Sera sighed heavily before turning to Emily. "Yeah, I don't know." "Yeah, let's give him a chance." The younger Seraphim replied.
"Very well; the court will allow it." "Fuck, yes!" Charlie cheered, fist pumping herself. (Y/N) noticed the looks she was receiving and elbowed Charlie who quickly corrected herself. "I mean, heh, thank you."
*In Consent Club*
Angel tossed his head back as Cherri approached with more in her hands. "Round 12, mother fuckers! Heels are comin' off!" "Haha! Yeah, keep 'em comin'!" laughed the spider, reaching for another. "Come on, right here, right to Daddy." He giggled. "Oh, it is wonderful to have friends!" Sir Pentious cackled, tossing his head back, enjoying the sting of the alcohol.
"Everything's spinny, hehe." Niffty giggled, reaching for a little more. "Ha ha! I think you're done, tiny." Angel took the shot from her, giving it to Husk who downed two shots at the same time. "No! Gimmie gimmie gimmie!" Niffty whined, reaching for the glass.
"Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more!" Cherri scowled. "She's like ten pounds soaking wet, and--" Angel defended before noticing the cyclops maid was gone.
"Oh, shit. Where'd she go?"
Niffty ignored the angry yells as she cleaned up group of men's table. "Dirty, dirty, make it clean." Niffty said manically.
"Dammit, Niffty. Sorry fellas, here, next one's on me." Angel threw a wad of cash at the men, rolling his eyes at how they fought over it.
"Niffty? Shit!" Angel cursed, seeing the redhead raiding the cleaning closet. "Chlorine....Bleach...."
Angel went to stop her, when Cherri stopped him in his path, with her hands on her hip. "Angie, the fuck are you doing? You're supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny."
"Look, she ain't used to this scene. I-I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to." Angel protested.
"Pfft, whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you're done." The pink haired Cyclops walked away and Angel snatched Niffty up. "Stop! You can't take that! God Niff, why are you bein' such a mess?!" He snapped.
"I-I'm the mess?" Niffty started bawling loudly. "Oh, oh shit! Hey, hey, hey...calm down, ya ain't a mess. It's fine, ssshhhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty?" Angel panicked, before using his second pair of hands to rub soothing circles on Niffty's back and in her hair.
"Yeah." whined Niffty.
"The fuck is this?" Husk demanded as Niffty climbed all over him, and started pulling at his ears and eyebrows. "She's wasted." Angel deadpanned before smiling. "Just go with it."
"Re-really?! Ugh, get the--" He sighed, accepting his fate as Niffty started pulling on his wings.
"Ahh, hey, wow!" Pentious, who was clearly drunk, slid over to where Cherri was sitting boredly. "Hey, so, I see the club has a sex room. So I was thinking, maybe you'd want to uhm, do a sex with me?" He asked awkwardly.
Cherri snorted, suddenly interested. "I'm sorry, why would we have sex?" "Uh, uh, um.. because I'm having sex with everyone here!" He exclaimed loudly, yelping when a group of demons dragged him into a room. "Get in here."
Cherri shook her head, before perking up seeing Angel approach with Husk and Niffty behind him. "You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night! You don't have to spend all of your off hours, 'working on yourself,' you little bitch."She grinned, ignoring Angel's raised eyebrow.
"The hotel isn't a problem in his life, it's--" Husk defended before trailing off. "Valentino." Angel muttered darkly, looking off to the side.
"Exactly. So why don't you---"
"No. Valentino." Angel's voice wobbled as he pointed at the moth sitting with two other demoness's. "Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous...do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star..." Valentino continued to talk as Angel started shaking in fear.
"L-Let's get the fuck outta here, ok? Come on.---" He started to walk out when he realized something. Sparing a glance at Val over his shoulder, he quickly took notice of who was missing. "Where's Niffty?" "...Porn star. Okay, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you." Val's voice carried over the party noise as Niffty ran over to him, giggling, "Bad boy. Hehehehe."
Angel, despite his fear, ran after her, muttering under his breath as he pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Get out of my way."
He quickly caught Niffty, just as she was approaching Valentino. "Holy shit, Angel Dust? What are you doing here, baby?" cooed the moth. "I'm surprised to see you not riding the prince's dick." he mocked, making a dick gesture.
"Funny." Angel rolled his eyes. "Who's this chiquita? You bringing me fresh meat?" Val asked, leaning closer to eye Niffty.
Niffty tried to bite him.
"Oi!" exclaimed Valentino, leaning back in his seat, allowing the two demoness's to lean back against him.
"I just want a taste." Niffty growled with a grin. "Ehh, weird, but there's a kink for that I'm sure." shrugged the pimp.
"Fuck off, Val." Hissed Angel, standing up, holding Niffty close. "Excuse me?" Val narrowed his eyes.
"I said, fuck off. I put up with your bullshit for the longest time, and I will never let you get your claws into my friends."
"You forget who you're talking to, slut?" "No, I know exactly who I'm talking to: An insecure piece of shit, who makes himself feel better beating up and taking advantage of vulnerable people and who is incapable of feeling anything other than greed, you , twisted, heartless son of a bitch." Val growled lowly, making a smoke chain appear, and he went to raise a hand to hit the spider, when suddenly a (f/c) chain pulled him to his knees, to be face to face with a shadow version of the prince.
" Did you forget our deal, Valentino?" cooed the Shadow Prince, tail lazily swinging behind him. The pimp gulped nervously.
"Ugh, n-no, never." stuttered the moth, as the shadow version of (Y/N) narrowed his red eyes before pulling the moth close to him, effectively gagging him. Angel, Niffty, and Husk watched with wide eyes.
"Hm. So you weren't about to put your hands on Angel? You're saying I'm lying?"
"No, Príncipe. Angel and I were just having a---" He choked when the shadow pulled harshly, before turning to the crowd. "Who here had seen Valentino raise his hand to Angel?" He called, raising an eyebrow at the many hands that had went up.
The moth was shaking from where he was kneeling as he realized his mistake.
" Niffty, dear." The shadow nodded his head, and Niffty snatched some fluff off of Val's neck. "Ow! What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "For my collection, hehe."
"I think, Valentino, I let you off too easy last time. Until I return from my meeting, you are going back to the...playroom. And if you think last time was horrifying.." The shadow laughed darkly, watching as the horror spread across Valentino's face. "Just wait, motherfucker. Just wait." And with the both Valentino and the shadow disappeared, with the shadow prince's laughter echoing through the club.
"Fuck, that was kind of hot." Angel sighed, thinking of his fiance. "Good job, kid." Husk smiled, patting Angel on the back as they finally walked back to Cherri. "Uh, Niffty, what's the fluff for?" Husk asked. "For my collection, hehehe." She chuckled.
"Did you just call these cunts your friends? Thought that was my job." She chuckled, looking proud of Angel. "There's room for everyone, and ya know, you could come crash with us too." Angel smiled.
"Okay, look Angie, I'm glad this hotel shit is workin' for ya. But you know me, bitch. I'm doin' just fine. In fact, I'm gonna fuck the next guy I see, okay?" Cherri chuckled, starting to walk away before turning back to him with a soft smile, "But, if you need me, you know where to find me, yeah?"
She walked away, just as Pentious approached, panting heavily. "Is Cherri still here?"
Angel and Husk both pointed at Cherri as she walked hand in hand with a random demon into a sex room. "Dammit!" He exclaimed.
*Back in the Heaven courtroom*
"See! He did everything on your checklist! He was selfless, he stopped Niffty from stealing, and he stuck it to that moth man!" Charlie exclaimed proudly.
"Uhh, well, uh...then, then why isn't he here then? Hm?" Ace demanded. "Yeah, why isn't he here?" Emily asked Sera who looked away.
The court room started muttering uneasily. "Wait, none of you know what gets someone into Heaven?" (Y/N) spoke up, glaring as Sera spoke up.
"This questioning stops now. We know when a soul arrives, we know when they pass divine judgement. It is our job to ensure these souls are safe." Sera said firmly, as Emily looked at Adam;s list, confusion on her face.
Charlie stared in horror as Vaggie was revealed to be an exorcist angel, while (Y/N) watched the teal angel known as Ash carefully. He'd heard that singing voice from somewhere, but where...?
"I'm sorry, but this court finds that there is no evidence souls in Hell can be redeemed." Sera spoke firmly.
"Oh, fuck yes! I win. Suck it bitches!"
Vaggie and Charlie backed up, as (Y/N) stood in front of them, sword in his hand, ready to defend, as the angels approached.
"You better save the date, cunts." Adam smirked as Lute and Ash appeared over him, giving him an even more sinister look. Ash took his mask and hood off to reveal.....
"Archer?"
(Y/N)'s voice cracked, seeing his ex alive and grinning evilly at him. "Uh, the name is Ash. And we're coming to your hotel, first!"
With a snap of his fingers, Adam opened a portal that started to suck the three into it. "What? No,no, you can't--" "Oh, you mother--" Vaggie and Charlie both protested as they were sucked in. (Y/N) remained silent as he held eye contact with Arc--Ash who grinned darkly and flicked him off, before the portal closed in the prince's face.
"Charlie! Don't give up on this! I'll figure something out, I promise!" Emily called.
"That was uncalled for, Adam." Sera scolded.
"Yeah, but did you see the looks on their fucking faces? It was... Ahem. Sorry." He cleared his throat before flying over to Lute and Ash, who had a quizzical look on his face. "Hey, what gives, asshat?" He asked the teal angel.
"The prince. He called me Archer...and I never notice 'til now, but he looks awfully familiar." Ash hummed, missing the looks the other two exorcists shared.
"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe. Probably some demon shit." Adam shrugged, flying off, Lute following. "Yeah, you're probably right." shrugged the fox angel before flying off as well.
"Extermination, of human souls. Demon or not, there is no reason to be doing this." Emily snapped.
"They were uprising, Emily." Sera said, eyes glowing slightly in tune with her feelings, "It is my position as the Head Seraphim to protect our people at all costs, and it's your position to keep them happy and joyful. "
"How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people?" Whimpered Emily.
"Heaven needs us, Emily. Everyone looks to us and we can't doubt ourselves or worry about the fates of demons when we have our own souls to protect. Please, if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer: fallen. I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. So please, let me worry about this, okay?" She pressed a kiss to Emily's head, "I'm sorry."
*Back in Hell*
(Y/N), Vaggie and Charlie collapsed on the hotel's floor, startling the rest of the hotel members from where they were lounging on the couches waiting for their return.
"Sooo, how'd it go?" Angel asked, going over to hug (Y/N) when he noticed the haunted look in his eyes. "Sweetcheeks?" He asked, kneeling in front of his lover, grunting softly when (Y/N) hugged him tightly, hyperventilating and sobbing. Angel's arms wrapped around him and he stood up, holding him close.
Without sparing a look to anyone, Angel quickly ran to their shared room and slammed the door, leaning against it, as he rocked (Y/N) back and forth, waiting for him to stop crying.
Eventually, the harsh sobs quited down to an occasional sniffle, but he continued to cling to Angel.
"Bambino, let's take a quick shower, get in our pjs, and then we can cuddle in bed. We don't have to talk--"
"No." replied the prince, voice heavy with emotion.
"Okay, what do you need from me?"
"Fuck me."
Angel's eyes widen as he looked down at (Y/N) who refused to look at him. "What?"
"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, I don't want to remember anyone's love but yours. Please. We can shower and stuff after, but please...help me forget." He pleaded, wrapping his tail around the spider's waist.
"Bambino, I won't fuck you."
The prince started to protest when Angel ran a hand through his hair, "But I will make love to you. I love you too much to hurt you."
"I love you too. I love you so much." (Y/N) whimpered before being pulled into loving arms.
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