Iām Vyrus, Iām 20. I mainly use He/Him, but They/Them are alright! So are most pet names! I am unlabelled. This blog was created partly from boredom, partly from hyperfixation, and partly from a want to write! I will happily take requests and constructive criticism! If my spelling is off or my sentences donāt make sense forewarning, I am dyslexic. I also have ADHD and Autism, I have a tendency to fall in and out of hyperfixations fast. This is going to be a Hazbin centric blog, maybe with some Helluva too. Vyrus is a Hazbin/Helluva OC. Again, I am heavily neurodivergent. The tag for this blog is #vyrus.is.a.virus. Comments are like nectar.
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Graceās avatar gave birth to Kiri, when Neytiri was pregnant with Loāak, after already giving birth to Neteyam.
That means Neytiri went through one-and-a-bit pregnancies before Kiriās birth.
Along side that, Kiri being born of Graceās avatar, means Grace would have had to be pregnant before the battle, and Kiri will have been the oldest, not Neteyam.
There is no explanation for Kiriās birth being natural.
We see that Kiri has a close bond with Eywa, and the world around her. More than we see with any other Naāvi. In the first scene we see this, (where they sneak out to see the plane) the grass Kiri is laying in is moving with her breath, and the atokirinaā are covering her like a blanket.
We know from the first movie the atokirinaā donāt usually interact with the Naāvi often.
The second scene could arguably be when it only starts raining as Kiri becomes distressed, however that is a large stretch.
A more reasonable second scene is how Kiri is controlling the fish, when Ronal is teaching them to pluck clamshells, and we see Ronal become intrigued and impressed with Kiriās control.
A third scene is the scene where Jake is comforting her, not only do we see how the small fish completely ignore Jake, avoiding him in fact, whereas they flock to Kiri happily, and Kiri tells Jake of her close bond to Eywa, telling him she can feel her, hear her heartbeat, like she was āa word waiting to be spokenā.
A fourth scene is the seizure scene. I believe Kiriās seizure was due to, yes, a result of plugging into the spirit tree, but not epilepsy, not entirely at least, more so, Kiri was emotionally distressed/unbalanced at the time, she was missing Spider and desperate for answers, Eywa felt this, and attempted to help. However, all the input to her brain when she was already distressed was too much and she seized.
A fifth scene is when she controls the plants to save her, Aoānung and Rotxo from the sky peopleās subs, and we can see the boys genuine surprise and awe at this. This is not normal.
A sixth scene would be when she once again controls the smaller fish, and uses them to light the way around the ship, guiding her to her mother and sister, before again helping her to guide them out.
Kiri has Gracesā features, she heavily resembles her mother, even down to her voice. There is no real representation of another in Kiri, so I believe Kiri doesnāt have a father.
Her parents are Grace and Eywa.
Eywa protects the balance of life.
Grace stayed with Eywa, and in return, Eywa gave the Sullyās Kiri, but only when she felt they were ready for her.
Kiri is Graceās Child, but she is also Eywaās, more so than any other Naāvi or pandorian inhabitant.
I have always believed this! Thank you for coming to my ted talk!
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Okay I just wanted to apologise for how long itās taking me to do a part two to ASTASP, it will come out at some point, I already have voxās part written up and have started Angels.
At the moment (and for the past few weeks) Iām slowly losing motivation to continue work on it, Iām not sure if this is because Iām ill or due to exams but pushing myself to complete this asap is not helping.
Iām going to take a short break with that, and hopefully when Iām actually able to complete it it will be worth the while.
Please have a good day and again Iām really sorry.
Iām going to write some Harry Potter ff while I try muster up the motivation to continue that, so if youād like to join me there, itās @you-actually-fainted
Pleaseeee, are you doing a part two of accidentally sending a dirty pic to your crush, I need to know because it was so good and I am simply in love š
Hi!!
Eee Iām happy you liked it!
Yeas I am working on a part two right now!
Hope you donāt mind me taking over your ask to explain a little-
Iāve been on the hunt for a job and have had two interviews, neither of which I got unfortunately, I am still applying so fingers crossed I guess.
Along side that Iām struggling a bit with the medical part of things, and have been referred to a few different departments, Iāve heard back from some and am waiting to hear back from other.
Iāve also been sick, struggling with the aforementioned issues, and had to go to UTC at two points. (Itās nothing serious, and nothing Iāve not had before.)
Iām still struggling with that, and also currently have a sinus infection and cold. Itās also exam season right now.
Thereās a few more but these are the only ones that matter, so please understand Iām not just ignoring you all purposely, I really am working on the Part Two and other asks, itās just going really slowly right now.
The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they donāt have outfits just let me know!
CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.
Vox
Vox hadnāt known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. Youād applied for the job a few months ago.
In that time heād seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldnāt do, was look at your contacts.
You werenāt working tomorrow, so youād gone out with your friends, youād purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasnāt owned by a member of the Vās, in an effort not to run into your new boss.
Youād gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that youād ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.
You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the āsend toā people, you never noticed.
You also didnāt notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.
If only that was the worst part.
You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.
You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, youād be fine! Your friends wouldnāt hear it.
One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.
You got back safe and sound, still not having realised youād sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demonās expression as Velvettes model walked you in.
You werenāt quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadnāt got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, youād gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.
You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.
Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.
You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.
Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadnāt taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.
Satisfied you went to save your photo.
Never noticing youād sent the same photo to your boss.
Afterall, you hadnāt know to take him off your list.
You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.
You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Voxās name pop up on your phone.
Angel Dust
Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said youād recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.
Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.
Still riding the high off getting a better job, youād invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.
You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Voxās clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.
You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though youād had no idea.
You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.
You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.
And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.
They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.
You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.
Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.
They quickly concocted a plan without your input.
Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.
You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didnāt you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had āneeded the bathroomā and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.
As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didnāt mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.
Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.
The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.
Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.
You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.
In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.
For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.
Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.
Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.
Alastor
Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.
The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.
Except..
Now he was.
Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.
But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.
So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you werenāt.
Alastor was cooking? You werenāt hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didnāt want to read anyways.
Alastor always noticed your absence.
Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.
When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his abilityās, his domain, everything.
Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didnāt stop you from having it.
From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.
And when he stopped those muggers?
You went weak.
So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.
You could still dress up though.
And you did, frequently.
In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.
Alastors eyes never left you that night.
Mostly, it was under your clothes.
Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.
Oh how youād positively die if anyone saw.
That didnāt stop you.
Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.
You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.
Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.
Surely, you should have expected naming your folder āAlastor<3ā to backfire, but..
Maybe this was a Freudian slip?
Itās not like you even noticed youād sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.
Lucifer
Youād seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.
It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.
By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.
Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.
You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.
Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.
You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as youād been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown youād picked.
It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.
Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.
The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.
Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!
Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.
Traitors.
You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.
You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.
The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.
Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.
Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.
Did you mention traitors?
By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.
Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didnāt.
By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, āwe went all blessed with long arms, Aāāy!ā, you wanted a special photo.
So you got ready.
You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.
Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.
You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.
You never looked.
Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice youād looked. Your response?
A photo.
You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.
Husk
Husk hadnāt taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.
Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.
You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.
You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.
Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.
Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.
Husk never brought it up, and Angel didnāt remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didnāt want to bring it up why should you?
Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.
Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?
You were gone.
And the cat was your new home.
Not that youād ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.
Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.
Youād dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.
Husk had seen you just before you got into Voxās limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.
You and Angel didnāt get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.
Husk had tried to stay up.
You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.
From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.
You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.
He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.
Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.
You needed a photo.
Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.
You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.
You didnāt wake up until well after Husk responded.
Lute.
Lute had noticed you as soon as youād joined Adamās ranks.
Of course she had.
You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.
She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.
That of course, was you.
Lute loved having you work with her.
Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you werenāt talking at all.
You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?
Your poor heart couldnāt deal.
You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.
Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.
Regardless you excelled.
You had to be the best.
And so you were.
Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what youād said before.
You never gave her the same answer.
You couldnāt exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?
Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.
It meant going to fancy angel partyās. With out your mask.
You forced your friends to help you get ready.
Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.
Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.
You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didnāt know any of the people here and you were anxious.
Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldnāt settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.
Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.
Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know whatās happened.
Meanwhile, youād striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.
You wanted a photo.
You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.
Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.
Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.
Feedback is always appreciated <3
If you want more people added feel free to ask and Iāll do a part two!
To everyone asking for a continuation: couple of things, it might not be for a day or two, I stayed up literally until 8.47 am writing that I am shattered.
Also, part two with reaction and meeting, or part two with reactions more in depth and part three with in-depth meetings?
Everyone in the comments and reblog replies:
AA I LOVE YOU
I will add you all to a tag list!
I also have a few asks to do too!
Also quickly: if your an anon, and you want to stick around, than please do! Pick a name card Oki?
The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they donāt have outfits just let me know!
CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.
Vox
Vox hadnāt known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. Youād applied for the job a few months ago.
In that time heād seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldnāt do, was look at your contacts.
You werenāt working tomorrow, so youād gone out with your friends, youād purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasnāt owned by a member of the Vās, in an effort not to run into your new boss.
Youād gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that youād ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.
You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the āsend toā people, you never noticed.
You also didnāt notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.
If only that was the worst part.
You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.
You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, youād be fine! Your friends wouldnāt hear it.
One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.
You got back safe and sound, still not having realised youād sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demonās expression as Velvettes model walked you in.
You werenāt quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadnāt got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, youād gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.
You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.
Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.
You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.
Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadnāt taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.
Satisfied you went to save your photo.
Never noticing youād sent the same photo to your boss.
Afterall, you hadnāt know to take him off your list.
You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.
You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Voxās name pop up on your phone.
Angel Dust
Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said youād recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.
Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.
Still riding the high off getting a better job, youād invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.
You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Voxās clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.
You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though youād had no idea.
You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.
You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.
And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.
They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.
You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.
Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.
They quickly concocted a plan without your input.
Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.
You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didnāt you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had āneeded the bathroomā and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.
As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didnāt mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.
Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.
The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.
Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.
You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.
In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.
For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.
Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.
Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.
Alastor
Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.
The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.
Except..
Now he was.
Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.
But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.
So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you werenāt.
Alastor was cooking? You werenāt hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didnāt want to read anyways.
Alastor always noticed your absence.
Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.
When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his abilityās, his domain, everything.
Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didnāt stop you from having it.
From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.
And when he stopped those muggers?
You went weak.
So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.
You could still dress up though.
And you did, frequently.
In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.
Alastors eyes never left you that night.
Mostly, it was under your clothes.
Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.
Oh how youād positively die if anyone saw.
That didnāt stop you.
Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.
You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.
Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.
Surely, you should have expected naming your folder āAlastor<3ā to backfire, but..
Maybe this was a Freudian slip?
Itās not like you even noticed youād sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.
Lucifer
Youād seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.
It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.
By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.
Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.
You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.
Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.
You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as youād been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown youād picked.
It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.
Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.
The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.
Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!
Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.
Traitors.
You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.
You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.
The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.
Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.
Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.
Did you mention traitors?
By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.
Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didnāt.
By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, āwe went all blessed with long arms, Aāāy!ā, you wanted a special photo.
So you got ready.
You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.
Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.
You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.
You never looked.
Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice youād looked. Your response?
A photo.
You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.
Husk
Husk hadnāt taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.
Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.
You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.
You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.
Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.
Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.
Husk never brought it up, and Angel didnāt remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didnāt want to bring it up why should you?
Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.
Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?
You were gone.
And the cat was your new home.
Not that youād ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.
Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.
Youād dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.
Husk had seen you just before you got into Voxās limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.
You and Angel didnāt get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.
Husk had tried to stay up.
You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.
From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.
You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.
He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.
Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.
You needed a photo.
Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.
You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.
You didnāt wake up until well after Husk responded.
Lute.
Lute had noticed you as soon as youād joined Adamās ranks.
Of course she had.
You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.
She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.
That of course, was you.
Lute loved having you work with her.
Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you werenāt talking at all.
You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?
Your poor heart couldnāt deal.
You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.
Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.
Regardless you excelled.
You had to be the best.
And so you were.
Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what youād said before.
You never gave her the same answer.
You couldnāt exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?
Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.
It meant going to fancy angel partyās. With out your mask.
You forced your friends to help you get ready.
Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.
Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.
You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didnāt know any of the people here and you were anxious.
Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldnāt settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.
Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.
Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know whatās happened.
Meanwhile, youād striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.
You wanted a photo.
You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.
Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.
Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.
Feedback is always appreciated <3
If you want more people added feel free to ask and Iāll do a part two!
Hello! Love your work! Is it okay if you could write Valentino x fem!reader? Like NSFW and SFW Headcanons? Thank you, keep up the great work!!
Hi! Iām happy you like my work!!
I will give it my best shot for ya!
My opinion of Valentino fluctuates constantly, so this may seem a bit everywhere.
Valentino
Head-cannons about the famous moth pimp of hell <3
CW: NSFW content, possessive, love bombing, stalkerish, abusive, lying, non consensual drug use, plugs, sorta noncon, toxic, overstimulation.
SFW
ā¢ He in no way trusts you to dress yourself. Genuinely believes if he let you, youād either look awful or hurt yourself. He gets Velvette to make you custom clothes in your style.
ā¢ Heās the most famous Pimp and Adult Films Producer in hell. He has more money than he can use, why wouldnāt he use that to constantly spoil his firefly?
ā¢ Absolute cuddle whore. Can and will stop his entire day if he wants a cuddle. Oh youāre busy? Forget it. Val can pay more than that stupid job anyway, you should quit, heāll take care of you limelight.
ā¢ He uses his wings as blankets, a consequence of the cuddles is you will fall asleep on him, and sure sometimes Valentino will wake you up, but heās just as liable to wrap you up in his wings to keep you warm.
ā¢ If he doesnāt want to wake you up and canāt keep you with him, heāll tuck up up nice and walk in his bed, write you a note, and leave you a snack on the table.
ā¢ Constantly checks on you. Doesnāt matter if he left you five seconds ago, if he texts or calls you, youād better answer. Claims Hells to dangerous of a place for such a pretty CoraÅŗon, he needs to know youāre okay.
ā¢ Always has to know where you are. Definitely made Vox bug your phone. Youāre the amor of the first V. He needs you safe constantly. He doesnāt know what heād do if he lost you to his competition.
ā¢ Okay, Valentino knows heās not that great, he knows you could find someone so much nicer, youāre such a darling it would be no hassle. But, Valentino needs you. So he overcompensates for everything. If heās constantly around, always with a pretty word and a shiny gift, youāll never think to look elsewhere.
ā¢ Barely ever calles you by your name, always calls you a pretty nickname, āCoraÅŗoā, āAmorā, āCariƱoā, āFireflyā, āLimelightā, and āMi Vidaā are just a few of those, wants you to always know how much you mean to him.
ā¢ Valentino only cares about your self confidence in the capacity that if you have a poor self confidence it will reflect badly on him, and will make you more withdrawn, Valentino already thinks your indescribably gorgeous, why does he need to remind you? But he does it anyway.
ā¢ Valentino is possesive. If someone else so much as breathes near you without Vals permission, youāll find their bloody head outside your door in the morning. Always touching you when you go out.
ā¢ Has 100% slapped you when youāve angered him before, āOh you didnāt mean too? Too bad.ā You tried to run away once. Valentino brought you back bloody and screaming. āIām sorry Amor, you make me loco Mi Vida, never again.ā
ā¢ He lovebombs you, after every fight, every disagreement, even when there nos arguments, always tells you your amazing, he loves you, āyouād never leave him.ā, buys you everything and anything you could ever like.
ā¢ He gives you whiplash with his attitude towards you. Most of the time he treats you like his āpreciosa princesaā showering you in as much love and affection as he can, but will also treat you like garbage. āUseless slut! Ā”Solo quieres estatus, puta sucia! Leave!ā He never means it. āIt was ā Amor, they were being so foolish today, never you firefly, Iām so sorry, let me make it up Vida.ā
ā¢ Valentino owns your soul. You gave it to him freely when he drugged you, you still donāt know that Valentino owns your soul, and thereās no way for you to get it back. He doesnāt even want it to make you behave, itās the power trip of knowing he owns you in every way.
NSFW
ā¢ If Valentino isnāt fucking you, he has you plugged full of his cum. And if it leaks? Even better. Doesnāt matter where you are, heāll bend you over and start licking it up.
ā¢ Valentino is possessive of you. If he takes you to an event and notices anyone looking at you, he will definitely bend you over in the limo and fill your pussy with his cum again.
ā¢ Loves seeing you covered in his marks. Does not hold back, not even a long turtleneck can cover them. And if he sees you walking around wearing his marks proudly? Best prepare not to walk.
ā¢ Valentino can fuck you. If the two of you are really going at it, you wonāt be able to walk of days. He will bend you in two and blow out your back.
ā¢ Loves giving you sexy presents, fucking you in the lingerie he bought you? Seeing you wearing his jewellery as he pounds you? Noticing youāve got the plug he bought you in when heās buried in your throat? āFuck Vida, shittt.ā
ā¢ The little noises Val makes? He makes them when heās screwing you too. Little squeaks as heās thrusting into your mouth, heās wings vibrating when heās really into it, just soft little noises as you draw pleasure from each other.
ā¢ Valentinoās never had to ask someone for permission before, and when heās worked up he doesnāt ask you, just gets straight on with it. He will stop if you safe-word.
ā¢ Valentinoās not really big on consent, especially with his workers. With you though? For some reason itās different, Valentino wants you to want him, not just open you legs because you were told.
ā¢ Valentino can be really rough with you, but he also loves taking his time with you, working you up and up and up slow and soft, watching as you reach your peak and fall apart so prettily, before starting all over again.
ā¢ Valentino is so verbal with you, constantly telling you how you feel, how much he adores what your doing to him, what heās going to do tou, āMy heart, Mi Vida, just like that, gonna fuck you long and slow.ā āFirefly, gotta be quite so they donāt here, while I pump your pussy full of cum, gotta be quick.ā āCariƱo be as loud as you want, let them hear how you belong to me.ā
ā¢ Valentino adores degrading you, telling you how much of a puta sucia you are, how your such a filthy slut, āyouād let anyone screw you too get off dirty slutā but he also loves praising you. Telling you your his CorazĆ³n bonito, his darling firefly, how youre āsuch a good girl for me, only mine, so pretty Mi Vidaā, seeing your eyes glaze as you drink it all in, Val canāt get enough.
ā¢ Valentino loveās overstimulating you, fucking you until your legs are shaking, you canāt speak anymore, your moans are cut with whimpers, and youāre cumming dry? Please, heād do it every day if youād allow it, it only shows how well heās doing.
ā¢ Valentino definitely has a playlist he likes to put on when heās fucking you, setting the mood, letting you pick the song youāre going to be railed too.
ā¢ Valentino doesnāt believe in safe word really. But you were adamant you had one, otherwise you would never move past heavy petting. So Valentino agreed, he uses Charlie, you use Red. Valentino has always respected that.
ā¢ Valentino has videos of the two of you together, and some of just you, there his personal videos, no one else is allowed to ever see them. He had Vox make a secure private server even he couldnāt access for them.
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iām completely and utterly in love with the concept of reader developing feelings for alastor, but she knows heās aroace so she doesnāt know how to communicate/doesnāt wanna cross any boundaries. so the next best thing? distance and close herself off from him.
when theyāre in the same room she will not look at him or talk to him in case it slips that sheās head over heels.
she even goes as far as standing on the other side of the room because being too close to alastor sends her into a nervous frenzy.
but alastor, being the very observant demon that he is, notices how closed off sheās being when heās used to her standing close to him. used to her soft and calming voice. used to having her presence around him all the time.
does he miss it? yes. will he ever admit that out loud? absolutely not.
so alastor confronts her about it. and maybe it takes a bit of poking and prodding to finally get reader to admit everything and sheās so terrified because āi donāt wanna lose you to my stupid and idiotic feelingsā
but thenā¦ hehe. alastor just says;
āmy darling, i love and cherish your company more than any of the others here. itād be a downright shame to not have a beauty like you on my armā
