Few things. First of all... ASDFGHJKL! As a person with sensitive ears, I would be in O R B I T! NOPE! Nuh Uh! Nada! Zilch!
Secondly... I would be completely fooled by this. I think it's because I'm just one big tickle spot đ I would hate to be this playful with someone that's so much taller than me (by that I mean... please do so)
In conclusion... love this art style and I'm just a silly ticklish 'mingo đ„Č
Husk says âI love youâ first. Itâs not a big romantic thing, but to Angel Dust it means the world.
Angel and Husk were both quite affectionate with each other. The two can often be found cuddling in one of their bedrooms. Angel loves being held, but his favorite way for them to cuddle is actually having Husk lay on top of him since he finds the pressure grounding, and heâs found that scratching the cat demonâs back between his wings or scratching behind his ears while heâs tired and comfortable results in purring.
Angel steals Husk's hat every now and again.... Sometimes he steals it solely for the purpose of putting it on Fat Nuggets to take cute pictures of him in it.... While the pictures are adorable, this has resulted in the little pig occasionally taking it upon himself to steal the hell cat's hat, resulting in the man chasing the little creature around the hotel like a madman.
Husk becomes the father figure Fat Nuggets never had and Angel absolutely goes crazy for the relationship between his pet pig and boyfriend.
Although he doesnât show it often, Husk does sometimes get overwhelmed, causing him to eventually break down in tears. During these episodes, Angel usually holds the grumpy drunk, rubbing his back and humming âLoser Babyâ until heâs calmed down enough to talk, or until heâs fallen asleep.
Angel is a sucker for romance. He buys Husk flowers, makes big plans for their anniversary, makes long and mushy posts and posts cutesy pictures on his sinstagram, and goes all out for Huskâs birthday. Husk acts annoyed, but he secretly enjoys the little romantic gestures.
Despite not being the most romantic man, he does randomly grab Angel at random points while theyâre together and begin dancing with the man, even humming or singing softly under his breath when Angel points out that thereâs no music.
Charlie has so many candid photos of the couple being cute. Sheâs making a scrapbook for them for their anniversary
After Husk showed him the song, Angel plays âA Sunday Kind of Love" whenever their anniversary lands on a Sunday and makes Husk breakfast in bed as it plays. He calls it their song.Â
When Angel can, he does drag shows at one of his favorite clubs in downtown Pride. Husk goes to every one of Angelâs drag shows to watch him perform and despite his usual gruff demeanor, he cheers the loudest when his boyfriend is on stage.
After long, rough shoots in Valentino's studio, Angel usually comes back to the hotel exhausted and sore so he sits at the bar, sipping water and listening to Husk grumble about work until he falls asleep at the bar. Husk usually ends up carrying him to bed despite constantly grumbling about being "too old for this shit".
In the event that they both wanted to get married, both of these men would try to make the perfect plan to propose to the other.Â
In an attempt to be romantic, Husk would begrudgingly ask Alastor to help him make a nice Italian dinner and a cake to hide the ring in. He would be an anxious wreck through the whole dinner as Angel ate as he waited for dessert and the discovery of the ring within the cake.
Angel on the other hand would go the cheesier way of dressing Fat Nuggets up in a little tux and tying a ring around his neck with a bow and having him come up to Husk as the two had dessert with a sign that reads âWill you marry my daddy?â
In true romantic comedy fashion, Angelâs proposal pig would get to Husk right as Angel nearly choked on the ring Husk put into the cake. Of course, they would both say yes.
Despite not being the romantic in their relationship, Husk is a bit of a groom-zilla. Itâs not really that he cares about flowers or color schemes or any of it, heâd be happy as long as heâs with the man he loves and their an open bar so he lets Angel handle it all for the most partâŠ. But he does think Angel deserves the best and heâd be damned if he didnât make sure that manâs day didnât go absolutely perfectly.
Niffty makes Angelâs wedding dress, and although he will deny it, Husk does cry when he sees Angel in it.
Husk doesn't choose the first song they dance to, but he does request later in the night that the song Frank Sinatraâs âI Could Write a Book" be played so he can ask Angel to dance to that.
Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader
After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that youâve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competitionâŠ
Vox was gone when you woke up.
Eyes still droopy with sleep, a big yawn forced itself from your throat as you sat up, the sunlight streaming in through the shutters slowing adjusting your eyes to the early morning sun.
The bed was empty, and in Voxâs place sat a neatly folded letter. You clambered over, recognising Voxâs handwriting and your name on the letter.
My darling bunny,
Im afraid i wonât be there to take care of you when you wake up, but iâve been called on business to the Greed Ring.
Supposedly, Mammon has a business deal for me; one that will serve to increase the VoxTek empire exponentially, my dear.
Whilst Iâm gone, i wonât expect you to be at work, since there wonât be anything for you to do without me there. So please, take some days to yourself, visit Angel Dust, whatever you wanna do.
There should be coffee in the pantry, and should you need groceries please take Velvette with you; itâs too near to that time again, and i really donât want any incidents dollface.
If you need anything else, please go to Velvette, and the Val as a last resort. Iâm still not sure how much i trust him around you, especially without me around.
I should be back in a few days, a week at most.
Love you baby,
Vox
With a smile and a giggle, you crumpled up the letter, deciding to take his advice and visit Angel as the day allowed it.
Pulling yourself out of bed, you dragged a brush through your hair, flinching as it scraped your ears, surprised at their unusual sensitivity. Shrugging it off, you through on some clothes, a sweater, skirt, and matching leg warmers, before heading out the door.
Skipping out the door, you stretched the remaining drowsiness out of your sore limbs, enjoying the glow of sun on your skin. Trying to remember to route, you decided to pick up a coffee on the way, unable to find any in the pantry.
Humming a tune, your nose twitched at the fragrant scent of coffee, ears perking up in recognition. Eagerly approaching the counter, you pulled out your fluffy wallet.
âTwo caramel lattes, please!â You grinned lightly leaning back and forth on your heels as you waited patiently for your coffee. After all, Angie was never a morning person, so heâd hopefully appreciate being woken with his favourite coffee.
âTwo caramel lattes for Y/N?â
Not noticing the stares and smirks you got, you grabbed your coffees and hurried out the door, eager to see your best friend after way too long.
The streets of hell felt more chaotic than usual. Had something happened? Was something going on?
Shaking off your anxieties, you continued the way towards the hotel, despite feeling as though eyes were constantly on you. The familiar sight of the hotelâs large doors were a welcome refuge, as you knocked gently, you timidity returning at the remembrance of many powerful people residing here.
âOmigodomigod is it a new guest! Vaggie Vaggie come here! Quick!â The door swung open with fervour too great for so early in the morning, and you took a step back out if surprise.
âY/N? Ohh, are you here to see Angel? Itâs great to see you again! Do you want to be redeemed?â Grabbed by the hand, Charlie hastily pulled you inside, bombarding you with questions.
âH-hi Charlie! No, im just here to see Angie, my boss gave me a few days off so i came to visit!â
âOh, that is just wonderful! Im so glad Angel has such nice friends!â Charlie gushed at your innocent demeanour, pulling you towards the lounge where Angel was sitting on a couch, scrolling on his phone.
âCharlie, my love, calm down. Its 9 in the morning.â Vaggie put a comforting shoulder on Charlieâs shoulder, intending to relax her from her excitment.
âCharlie? Whatâs goinâ on?â Angel called out not looking up from his phone, seemingly uninterested in the commotion.
âAngie! I missed you! Here i brought you a latte.â
âHuh? Cutie! I missed ya too you silly rabbit! Ooh, is it caramel?â
âYup, your favourite!â
âSatan, you know me so well!â
You giggled as Angel eagerly chugged his coffee, before pulling you into a tight embrace. You sighed into his touch, ears twitching pleasedly, as he scratched your head.
âCutie, what are ya doinâ here? Dontcha know how dangerous it is outside right now? Didntcha watch the news?â
Your eyes widened and you glanced up at him. âWhy? Is something goinâ on? Mr Vox doesnât let me watch the news, he says heâll tell me everything i need to knowâŠâ
Angel let out a string of curses and grumbled. âCourse that fucking manipulative asshole controls all the information that gets to ya. The extermination, babes. Its cominâ in 6 months now, not a year. Everyoneâs freaking out.â
You gasped, a hand shooting up to cover your mouth in shock. âW-what? But thatâs awful!â
âYeah, but we got a more immediate problem on our hands. You feelinâ okay, cutie?â Angel picked you up with a set of arms and turned you around to inspect you, as if looking for something.
âW-what do you mean, Angie?â
With a sigh, he grabbed your cotton tail, causing you to whimper loudly, tears forming in your eyes.
âYouâre really fucking sensitive, cutie. Your heatâs about to start, i can smell it on you.â Angel sniffs the air for dramatic effect, causing you to giggle.
âBut i should still have at least a week left?â
Angel put you down with a sigh, and glanced out the nearest window. âCutie, thereâs literally like, 15 sinners out there waiting for you to come out. What, didja collect âem like fucking pokemon?â The both of you start laughing, as you collapse into Angelâs chest fluff, legs weak from giggling.
Angel lowered a hand down whilst your giggles were muffled in his chest, touching your panties to discover the sopping wetness between your legs as you shivered at his gentle touch. You moaned softly, gripping his biceps as he inspected your slick.
âYup. Babes, its like the heavens have literally opened up between your legs.â He chuckled at his own phrasing, scooping you up in his long arms. âWe gotta get you home to Vox before it fully sets inâ
âM-mr Vox isnât here, Angie. H-heâs in the Greed Ring on business.â
Angel cursed loudly, drawing the attention of the other in the hotel.
âAngel? Whatâs wrong?â Charlie inquired curiously.
âLittle bunny hereâs about to start her heat, but daddy Vox ainât here to help her through it. So Iâm gonna hafta help her, cause there ainât no fuckin way iâm handin her over to Valâ
âS-sorry Angie, i guess youâre stuck with me until Mr Vox is back..â you trail off, your arousal growing steadily as your sight becomes hazy.
âSorry Charlie, can she stay with me a while? I canât leave her like this.â
âU-uh of course Angel!â Charlie blushes at the implication, but eager to help. âY-you can be excused from activities until she can get back to Vox!â
Angel scooped you up, preparing to take you to his room when he was stopped by the sound of Huskâs gruff voice.
âWhatcha say, Whiskers? I canât fuckin hear ya from here!â
Husk groaned, annoyed at having to repeat himself. âI said, Alastor ainât gonna be fuckin happy about this.â
A figure emerged from the shadows, his grin tighter and more strained than usual.
âi thought i smelt rabbit! Has our dear bunny found herself in trouble, hm?â His teasing tone was lost on the crowd, you soft pants and whimpers permeating the otherwise silent room.
âI see, well im afraid i cannot allow this, my dear. You see, you associate with the television, and i cannot allow that sort of business in this hotel, understand?â The static in his voice grows thick, his irritation audible, but you struggle to understand anything, everythung buried in a hazy fog of lust and need.
âCâmon, Al, cut her some slack. The poor bunnyâs in heat and needs help.â
âHm, no can do, my effeminate fellow! Off she goes!â His grin is so stretched it bares his gums, as his jaw clenches, seemingly holding back from something.
âSatan, you are such a fuckin ass! Promise me youâll at least get her to Val safely, you fucker! I ainât strong enough to get both of us through that carnage while her stench literally screams sex. â
âHm, i suppose that i can do.â Alastor takes you from Angelâs arms, carrying you bridal style as the both of you returned to the shadows.
âCutie! Donât hesitate to call! Iâll come help if ya need me babes!â
You vaguely recognise Angelâs voice through the fog, distracted by the intoxicating scent enveloping you. Grabbing on to Alastorâs chest, you bury your head in his neck, sniffing him deeply, inhaling his musky scent, the pheromones making your head spin as you whine in pleasure.
You can make out Alastor muttering curses under his breath, his smile straining as his grip on you tightened.
âMy darling, you smell truly delectable, i can barely contain myself. I wonder how you would tasteâŠâ
You whine and grab at him, craving contact, attention, to be touched. The ache between your legs was growing painful, your slick coating your thigh and soaking through your panties.
âA-Al, p-please h-help me~â you plead with him, begging to be touched, to be bred. His grip continues to tighten, bordering painful, until his resolves finally snapped.
Pinning you against the nearest wall, his sharp and yellowed teeth attacked you neck, biting harshly and licking the wounds, eager to draw blood, to taste you. Lapping up the blood beading from his teeth marks, Alastor groaned at the taste, the intoxicating taste of bunny blood. Rabbit meat was rare in hell, and hard to come by, but had always been a personal favourite of the cannibal.
âFuck, my darling, you truly are delicious. I could just eat you up right now.â He chuckled darkly at your pained whimpers and terrified whines, continuing to suck bruises onto your flesh, leaving love bites and hickies, marking his territory before handing you over to Valentino as promised.
âIf only you scent wasnât plagued by the stench of that television, perhaps i would keep you all to myself this time. Oh well, perhaps next time my darling. Until we meet again.â
And with that, Alastor disappeared, leaving you collapsed on the floor in front of Valentinoâs appartment.
With gentle whine and moan, you dragged yourself on shaky legs to the door, knocking and scratching on it until you received an answer.
âWho the fuck is there, hm? Iâm fuckinâ off the clock, donât bother me putas!â Val yanked the door open looking left and right before dropping his eyes to you, his grin widening.
âM-mr Val, i-i need help. M-mr Vox i-is gone, a-and my h-heat s-started. P-please h-help me, s-sirâŠâ you started to tear up out of discomfort, the intense desire probing too kich for you to handle as you made grabby hands to Val, who just cooed and scooped you up, closing the door behind you both.
Y'all wanna talk about chains? You wanna talk about how much firmer and detailed Alastorâs are compared to Valentino? You wanna talk about how Husk isn't even able to get an inch away from Alastor, while Angel is easily able to tug away at any point? Wanna even discuss how Angel's chains seem to be becoming less former the bolder he becomes?
Wanna talk about how Husk was proud of Angel doing something that he'll possibly never will be able to do?
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