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i saw your post about wanting less vox-related asks and i get the pain!!!! that’s me with lucifer on my blog 🥲🥲 here’s a thought: lute & fem!reader — lute is obviously a solider at her core, she was basically programmed to be obedient — and the thought of her potentially being queer isn’t a pill she wants to swallow so she takes it out through MASSIVE rough, hate sex

this is mainly for my own self indulgence as i LOVE dissecting the internalized homophobia and bigotry that these characters throw at themselves 😋

BUT I’D LOVE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS TOO!

— talen

I Can Feel You, All Around Me

a/n ᥫ᭡ HIII MOOT!! anyways, usually i pref dom reader but like i’d let her break me she reminds me of my old work rival

warnings ᥫ᭡ NSFW, rough sex, fem reader, dom lute, roles are kinda switchy though, ROUGH sex, NOT PROOFREAD!!

summary ᥫ᭡ Hate sex with Lute and Fem!Reader

Lute would hate herself for being attracted to a woman, meaning incidentally she would hate you too.

Even leading up to sex she’d be very rude, demeaning you, picking out yours, purposefully upsetting you.

And if things escalated to actually fucking? Oh, she’d be worse by MILES.

Manhandling you onto the bed, grabbing your thighs so forcefully you’d think the heat of your skin was burning her unholy hands into you.

And if you fight back? Even better.

Sex with Lute would feel like a sparring match; flipping each other on the bed, pulling her hair as she barks back a grunt, before receiving a stinging slap on the face.

I think a taste of ‘calling the shots’ (topping) would turn Lute in so much. She’s never truly been in that position— always the second in command, always taking orders.

Pair that with all of the resentment she feels towards you, just for tempting her.

She’d literally want to ruin you.

So angry and mocking the whole time too, rubbing your clit so hard it genuinely almost hurts, and then glares at you when she sees you tear up.

“Is that really all it takes? You should be ashamed of how weak you are, you lustful scum.”

And she’d be so cruel about it too, shoving your face into the pillow while you squirm, remarking about how you “should just give up, your wasting everyone here’s time, you worthless failure. You really were so easy to beat.”

When really no you weren’t, and Lute will have multiple bruises tomorrow.

And she’s definitely gonna be projecting too, like calling you a foul temptress, and how you’re so depraved and lustful it makes her sick.

Although, after you finish—which you will, probably multiple times— she’d be so wet just watching you squirm for her.

Give her some relief, and maybe return the favor by eating her out relentlessly, tongue hammering against her clit as she curses you as a disgusting slut.

Roles would probably be switchy just for the sake of the “fight” but I kinda think she would win the dominance battle.

She’s not experienced by any means, but blind rage and quick thinking skills can get you a long way.

[hazbitten]

BIMBOO YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT UGH

[hazbitten]

Hi! Um so I can't take a look at ur rules for some reason so Im just gonna guess and hope Im not violating any of them! Can I get headcannons or a one shot of lucifer falling for gn!reader that works for the Vees? :] TYY

lucifer x vee!asst!reader

includes: lucifer x gn!vee’s assistant!reader

warnings: semi bad treatment from vel and vox, not proof read

authors note: some had a VERY similar request but i can’t find it anymore and the asker was anon so i hope this finds you too!! :(

prior to lucifer finding out about vox’s…anti-hotel propaganda—he didn’t feel any type of way about the vee’s. but when vox and vel came to interview charlie—you came as well.

you weren’t quite sure why—they didn’t necessarily need you, and if you tried to help they’d brush you off, but when lucifer was refilling his coffee mug—and your eyes met? it was over for him.

lucifer froze for half a second, fingers curled around the handle of his mug like he’d just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. he wasn’t used to being surprised—especially not by someone standing quietly in the corner, fiddling with a clipboard, trying to look smaller than they were.

you gave him a polite nod. nothing flashy, nothing flirtatious, nothing that could be misinterpreted as anything more than “i acknowledge your existence, sir.”

and somehow that made it worse.

lucifer wasn’t charmed often; he’d lived far too long, seen far too much. but something about you—your quiet, observant presence, the way your attention drifted toward charlie with genuine interest instead of performative awe—hooked straight into his chest. he found himself hovering nearby under the guise of “supervising,” though he kept stealing glances he thought you didn’t notice.

you noticed. of course you noticed. how could you not? the king of hell kept appearing in your peripheral vision like an intrusive pop-up ad with immaculate eyebrows.

but you didn’t call him out. that, strangely, made him like you more.

when velvette got snippy with you—brushing off your attempt to steady a mic stand—lucifer’s jaw tightened. he didn’t say anything, but that tiny flare of protectiveness wasn’t subtle. charlie caught it. vox caught it. velvette definitely caught it.

you didn’t. you just kept moving with that calm, unbothered focus, scribbling notes for a segment that would never matter to them, but apparently mattered to you.

and lucifer admired that. the sincerity. the effort. the way you seemed completely unaware of the effect you had on a being who had seen worlds rise and crumble.

later, when the vee’s packed up and you lingered behind to collect a forgotten cable, lucifer found himself speaking before he could think better of it.

“you… handle chaos rather gracefully,” he murmured, almost surprised at the softness in his own tone.

you blinked, looked up at him, and smiled—small, unsure, but real.

“i’ve had practice.”

he laughed. quietly. genuinely. and when you left with a shy “nice meeting you,” lucifer realized something scary:

he wanted to see you again.

not as part of the vee’s entourage. not across a room full of cameras and egos.

just… you.

and for the first time in a very, very long while, lucifer wasn’t sure whether that terrified him—or thrilled him.

[hazbitten]

Hiii!! I love your stories (especially the vox one) and I was wondering if you could make an Abel x gn reader!!

The reader is an exorcist who's really the only one who's positive about Abel being the new leader of the exorcists so he takes a liking to them like how Adam took a liking to Lute! And he slowly falls in love with them and then accidentally admits his love in an embarrassing way or something like that!!

abel x excorist!reader

includes: abel x gn!excorist!reader

warnings: blurbish/kinda messy, brieffff abuse joke 🥲, not proofread hardly at all…. like actually 😭

authors note: i did this as a blurb/hcs bc i’m lazy 🥲

from the very beginning, abel gravitates toward you—not with smooth confidence or graceful leadership, but with the wide-eyed, eager energy of someone who desperately wants to make a good impression and accidentally trips over half his attempts. while the other exorcists eye him with varying levels of doubt, you’re the one person who beams at him like his appointment isn’t a disaster waiting to happen. you say “congrats” like you mean it. you treat him like he’s fully capable and not one unfortunate sneeze away from causing minor property damage. and it hits him harder than adam ever did. /hj /lh

after that, abel starts hovering. a lot. at first it’s subtle—or what he thinks is subtle—like appearing beside you the instant you need help carrying something heavy. or speed-walking across the room the second you look even slightly confused. but his version of subtlety has all the grace of a dog on a polished floor, so everyone realizes he’s following you around long before he does. he just… likes being near you. you’re warm, and kind, and you don’t flinch when he knocks something over. you even laugh sometimes, which immediately becomes his new favorite sound.

he starts bringing you things, too. offerings, really. extremely sincere but questionably useful offerings. a perfectly sharpened pencil. a cookie he swears he “definitely didn’t already take a bite of.” a rock that “looked like your vibe.” he beams every time you accept something, and it’s clear he’s operating on pure instinct and zero self-awareness. whenever you praise him, even casually, his whole face brightens like someone turned up the sun, and he spends the rest of the day trying (and failing) to hide how good it made him feel.

around you, abel becomes more animated—talking with his hands, rambling about half-formed thoughts, accidentally revealing more about himself than he intends. he’s still shy, still easily flustered, but there’s a lightness to him that only comes out when you’re nearby. he remembers the things you say, too, storing them up like treasure: your favorite pangolin at the pet shop. the way you take your eggs. the fact that you wake up better on your own than to an alarm. it all lodges itself firmly in his brain, because you matter—far more than he knows how to admit.

what abel doesn’t realize, however, is that every single exorcist around him has already figured out he’s in love with you. painfully, obviously in love. the kind of love where he forgets his own sentences because you walked into the room. the kind where his ears go pink every time you compliment him. the kind where he stands guard at your side like a confused, overly loyal guard dog.

the only person who doesn’t realize it is abel himself.

the confession, when it finally happens, is abel in every possible way.

you’re helping him sort mission reports— or trying to—but he keeps getting distracted. you, unfortunately, are sitting very close. and you’re being very nice. and your shoulder brushed his once, which has completely destroyed every functioning thought in his head. then, because you’re cruel (or just perfectly oblivious), you tell him he’s doing well. that he’s growing into his role. that you’re proud of him.

and abel dies.

he doesn’t actually die, but he makes a noise that definitely suggests his soul briefly left his body, and before his brain can stop his mouth, he blurts:

“that’s why i love you—”

silence. absolute silence.

abel freezes. you can see the moment his mind catches up, horror dawning like a sunrise in slow motion. he makes a noise of pure, helpless panic—something between a squeak and a prayer—and immediately tries to backtrack.

“i— i mean! i don’t! not like— i mean, i do, but not— actually yes, i— wait, ignore everything, please ignore everything i’ve ever said—”

you stop him before he combusts on the spot. when you admit you feel the same, abel short-circuits completely. his mouth opens. nothing comes out. his wings puff up like startled feathers. he looks like he might pass out or start floating.

but then he smiles—this bright, unguarded, impossibly relieved smile that makes your chest go warm. he still stumbles over his words, still turns pink at the smallest sign of affection, but now he sticks close to you on purpose, not by accident. he holds your hand like it might disappear if he lets go. he beams whenever someone calls you his partner. and he looks at you like you’re the miracle he wasn’t sure he was allowed to hope for.

abel might not be the smoothest leader the exorcists have ever had…

but he’s unquestionably the happiest one now.

[hazbitten]

Hi!! I was the one who requested the Lucifer Valentine's Day one! it was so yummyyyyy

also, can I be ☀️ anon? that's all, bye!!

hi i’m glad you enjoyed the fic!!!! :)

yes you can be ☀️ anon! i hope to see you in my ask box again soon ^^

[hazbitten]

May I quote a (gn) reader who finds photos of Lucifer, like the Valentine's Day special drawings, with him not knowing whether to be shyly regretful or proud?

I just discovered your profile and I'm sure I'm in love! <33

page-turner | lucifer oneshot

summary: reader finds a boudoir-style picture book of their beloved boyfriend.. to his dismay

includes: lucifer morningstar x gn!reader

warnings: mild nsfw under the cut (read at your own risk), boudoir, mentions of previous partners (lucifer’s end—lilith), not proof read

authors note: i’m assuming anon meant the valentine’s day special pictures like the two above so those are my inspo! this one isnt directly nsfw but it does have some spice so read with caution

you were only trying to help.

that was the funny part—lucifer was the one who’d asked you to grab the old ledger he kept somewhere in the disaster he called a bedroom. you’d expected… books, stray documents, maybe a misplaced dagger or two. what you didn’t expect was an old, velvet-colored album wedged at the bottom of his dresser, heavy in a way that felt almost deliberate.

you shouldn’t have opened it.

you did anyway.

the first page alone hit you like a warm blush—a photo of lucifer, younger in the face but unmistakably him, draped across satin sheets like he’d been carved for the camera. feathered wings half-unfurled, hair tousled, shirt slipping off one shoulder with a sort of intentional accident. every photo after that was worse—or better—depending on how you looked at it.

by the time you heard the door open, you’d already forgotten to put it down.

lucifer froze in the doorway, a greeting that died the moment he saw the book in your hands. his whole expression went through so many stages you couldn’t keep up—surprise, horror, nostalgia, then something dangerously close to pride before he shut it all down at once.

“…ah.” he cleared his throat, straightening like he could physically regain dignity through posture. “so you’ve found that.”

you lifted the album just a little. “this was yours?”

“that was—” he rubbed the back of his neck, wings twitching in a way he very much didn’t mean to show. “—a… gift. or it was supposed to be. for lilith.” his voice went quiet at the end, not sad, just thoughtful. a ghost of a life he’d lived once. “she never ended up seeing it.”

he stepped closer, slowly, watching your reaction the whole time. not jealous. not ashamed. just unsure—which was a rare look on him, one you weren’t used to seeing without him immediately covering it with bravado.

“and what do you think?” he asked lightly, but you heard the real question underneath it.

you flipped one more page—this one softer than the rest. lucifer sitting upright, looking right at the camera, hands clasped loosely between his knees. no posing. no smolder. just him.

“i think…” you closed the book carefully, like it mattered. “you look beautiful. and i think past-you wanted to be seen.”

lucifer’s breath hitched—barely, but you caught it.

then he laughed, low and warm, and took the album from your hands with a gentleness that didn’t match the sharpness of his aesthetic at all. “i suppose there are far more embarrassing things you could have found.” he paused. “but i’m not sure any would make me feel quite as… exposed.”

you nudged his arm. “i’m not judging you.”

“i know,” he said softly—and that was the part that made something inside him ease, wings relaxing as his shoulders dropped. “that’s the scary part.”

he set the album aside, then took your hand in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles. his cheeks were still faintly pink—which, frankly, you planned to tease him about later.

“for what it’s worth,” he murmured, tilting your chin up just slightly, “if i ever made another one… it wouldn’t be for her.”

you managed to keep your composure for maybe half a second.

“is that so?”

lucifer only smiled—slow, confident, and newly unembarrassed — and tugged you closer.

“very much so.”

[hazbitten]

OK FELLOW WRITERS i feel like i take wayyy too long with requests soooo…

how long do requests typically take for you?

less than 24 hours

1-3 days

3-5 days

5-7 days

more than a week

Voting ended onNov 26, 2025

OK THATS IT LOVE YALL PEACE

[hazbitten]

my gf paid me a surprise visit today so ALL REQUESTS WILL BE DONE TMRW AND/OR TUESDAY trust. 😩😞

[hazbitten]

dolling up the tux | velvette oneshot

summary: velvette’s masc!gf let’s her do her makeup for a PR event—anything for her perfect girl.

includes: velvette x masc presenting!female!reader

warnings: masc lesbian!reader, wlw relationship, short more of a blurb than a oneshot, not proofread & lwk kinda rushed

authors note: this idea came to me really suddenly but i love it sm i HAD to do it….

velvette likes pretty things. sparkly things. expensive things. and you — well, you’re her prettiest thing of all, even if you don’t see yourself that way.

the second you casually mention you’ve got no idea what to wear for her big PR event tonight, her eyes light up like she heard the sweetest music in the world. “oh? OH? baby, sit down. sit. you’re letting me do your makeup.”

it’s not a question. never is.

you raise a brow. “you sure? i’m… not really the makeup type.”

she smiles slow, wicked and fond all at once, twirling one of her brushes between her fingers. “oh, sweetheart… i know. that’s why it’s going to look so fucking good on you.”

and somehow, that’s how you find yourself sitting on the plush vanity chair in her area of the tower while she circles you like a designer surveying a blank canvas. she pushes your shoulders back. tips your chin up. taps your jaw with one perfectly manicured finger like she’s adjusting a mannequin.

but every touch is gentle — surprisingly so. velvette’s sharp everywhere except with you. her fingertips skim your cheekbone, checking angles, mapping out your face like it’s her god-given purpose.

“you’ve got stupidly good bone structure,” she mutters, almost annoyed by it. “do you know how easy you make this? god, i should charge people to look at you.”

“you already do,” you deadpan, and she grins, sharp and pleased.

she starts with a moisturizer that smells like vanilla and something sugary. massages it into your skin with slow, careful motions. no cameras. no audience. no pressure. just her and you, perched between her hands like something fragile she pretends not to care too much about.

the foundation is light — almost nothing — because “don’t worry, i’m not covering up that handsome face, pretty girl, i’m enhancing it.” the blush is subtle, barely-there warmth high on your cheekbones. she whispers “perfect…” under her breath like a mantra.

when she reaches for eyeliner, you pull back. she steadies your chin instantly

“hey. look at me,” she says, softer than you expect. “i won’t let anything happen.”

and you believe her.

her thumb rests against the corner of your eye as she draws a thin, clean line — nothing dramatic, just enough to make your eyes look sharp and expensive.

she leans back, biting her lip as she studies you. “holy shit… you’re beautiful.”

your face heats. “you did all the work.”

“no,” she says simply. “i just highlighted what was already there.”

and she snaps a photo of you both — only for herself, not for PR — she looks at it like it’s her new lock screen, her new religion, her new reason to brag.

the event goes perfectly. you get stares — admiring ones. velvette loops her arm around yours like she’s showing off a rare gem, chin tilted up with smug pride.

“that’s my girl,” you murmur to her under your breath.

she squeezes your hand.

“and you,” she whispers, “are my muse.”

[hazbitten]

Okay so I just scrolled through literally every hazbin fic you have and i’m OBSESSED. STOPPP you’re such a good writer?!? anf youve gone under my nose this WHOLE TIME like why am I just discovering this blog?

Your fics are sooooo good, i love the way you write the hazbin girls i never see any content for them, and the vox content… of course…

anyways i’m literally just here to gush because yours such a good writer

bimbo out xx

BIMBO STOP.

when season one first came out i used to GAWK over your work omg someone pinch me i’m dreaming 😭

but THANK you, you literally have vox down to the tee no one could compare bc omg you’re always so on point!!!!

you’ll be seeing me in your ask box soon bc HOLYY

[hazbitten]

if you don’t mind i’d have another request for Lucifer x gn reader again </3

Basically yk how in some bird species male birds build a nest or elaborate structures to attract females, what if reader was like paying Lucifer a visit and they haven’t been together for long yet but pretty much they walk in to Lucifer having built a whole fortress of blankets and pillows, kinda like how Charlie did in s2

it’s fine if it takes a bit btw no pressure 🫶

cuddle castle | lucifer oneshot

summary: reader pays a visit to their boyfriend of just a few months… only to find him scrambling across his home with pillows and blankets, but what for?

includes: lucifer morningstar x gn!reader

warnings: not proofread

authors note: AWW THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! i’m sorry it took me so long tho :,) enjoy!

you weren’t expecting much when you told lucifer you were stopping by — maybe a quick chat, maybe him pretending he wasn’t waiting by the door like an anxious puppy, maybe a cup of tea he didn’t actually know how to make but would serve you with far too much bravado anyway.

what you didn’t expect was… this.

“ah—! you’re early!” lucifer squeaks the second you step inside, his wings puffed up like he’d been caught doing something illegal. which, honestly, considering who you’re dating, wouldn’t even crack the top ten.

the living room is unrecognizable. blankets draped over chairs, pillows stacked almost comically high, stolen cushions from every room gathered into one massive, towering fort right in the center of the floor.

“lucifer,” you pause, “did you… build a fort?”

he freezes. literally freezes. like someone hit the pause button on him. his wings twitch. his eyes dart everywhere except at you.

“it’s not a fort,” he insists, voice wobbling. “it’s a— a structure. a very dignified structure. for resting. and lounging. and— oh, stars, please stop smiling like that, i can feel my dignity slipping.”

but you can’t help it. because he’s standing there, covered in little bits of feathers (his own, probably shed from all the frantic building), a blanket draped around one shoulder like a makeshift cape, and a single decorative pillow stuck to the back of his coat like static cling.

you step closer. the fort— sorry, the structure— is huge up close, warm and soft and clearly meant for two. carefully crafted. overly crafted. obsessively crafted.

“luci,” you say gently, “did you build this for me?”

he swallows. hard. the bravado cracks just a little.

“i thought… you might be comfortable,” he admits, voice soft. “you mentioned being tired the other day, and i read that some creatures build elaborate resting places to… to attract their preferred mate and… oh god, why am i saying this aloud—?”

you laugh, but it’s soft, warm, not mocking. and lucifer’s shoulders relax just a fraction.

“hey,” you say, touching his hand. “it’s adorable.”

“adorable,” he repeats weakly, trying to play offended but failing miserably. “i built a masterpiece. a marvel of construction. an architectural wonder—”

“a fort,” you correct.

he deflates, wings curling inward as his face heats. “fine. yes. a fort. happy?”

“very.”

you climb into it, sinking into the ridiculous, over-the-top, unbelievably cozy pile of blankets and cushions. it smells like him — warm, sweet. lucifer watches you with this look like he’s waiting for your verdict, like the fate of the universe depends on whether or not you approve of his ridiculous bird-instinct fort.

you open your arms.

“come here.”

he practically dives in, wings curling around you like a cocoon the moment he’s close enough. he buries his face against your shoulder, muffling something that sounds suspiciously like a relieved sigh.

“is it good?” he asks softly.

“it’s perfect,” you say. “and very you.”

“i wanted it to be nice,” he murmurs, voice small in a way that makes your heart melt. “we haven’t been— you know— together long. i just wanted you to feel welcome. wanted this place to feel like it’s for you too.”

your fingers slide into his hair, scratching lightly at the back of his head. he melts instantly, all stiff royal posture dissolving into warm, clingy affection.

“honey,” you whisper, “i came here for you. not the pillows.”

“but the pillows help,” he mumbles, already settling deeper into your chest like he was made to fit there.

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “yes, the pillows help.”

[bigfatbimbo]

In Defense of Sub!Vox ⋆˚꩜｡ | A Character Analysis

Alt title: VOX IS ACTUALLY SUBMISSIVE AND HERE IS PROOF!!!!

DISCLAIMER! I already tried to write this but it all got deleted; the first version is probably better but this is a subject I like to yap about so take these scraps to make up for it.

If you’re new here, Hi, i’m Ellie and this blog is basically just about dominating the dominant. This last season of Hazbin has established Vox as a power-loving maniac top, but I think this is the less interesting role he can take in the bedroom.

But him being submissive can also be just as in-character as him being dominant. Let me explain.

001 BACKGROUND AND CONTEXT

Vox is a violent, manipulative psychopath. Most likely, he has some form of ASPD (Antisocial personality disorder), or best case scenario a deadly NPD and BPD combo. Needless to say, his nature and mental health impair his empathy to extreme levels, making his biggest priority himself in every situation.

Everything he does is to further himself, whether it’s compromising his two longest remaining friendships to reach godhood, or killing his competitors in cold blood for better positions. He is willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants out of pure obsession, despite any costs.

002 VOX’S RELATIONSHIPS

And yet, Vox does have relationships, as self-centered as he is. Yes, partially this is because he is a master manipulator who knows which people can get him what he wants, but it’s more than that. The people he keeps in his life are further compensation for his shortcomings: The vees give him more power than previously had, because of there combined efforts. And not to mention the amount of control Valentino gives him simply by allowing him to be sexually dominant.

His relationships did not always have to be this way, however, and sometimes they still aren’t. He cares for the Vees in his own fucked up way, he even monitors how much food Val eats in a day. And before them, of course, there was Alastor. For the first time in his life, Vox displayed humanity in a relationship (Viv stated that this was a side of him he didn’t know he had), and that was because of trust. There was a vulnerability with Alastor he had because he truly admired him. Vox is emotionally impaired, because of previously mentioned mental illnesses, but as much as he could rely on someone, or trust them, or be inspired by them, he felt that way with Alastor.

But when he was shot down, he was absolutely shattered. Because of this new side he’d shown, it was later written off as just weakness, and discarded into anger.

This reaction clearly comes from a need for power and control, also for the purpose of fueling his inflated, but fragile ego. Because that’s a very important thing about his large ego— it’s very delicate. That’s why Alastor so easily gets to him when he points out Vox’s shortcomings; his self worth is a castle built out of straw. This is why he’s so willing to sacrifice everything to win, to be the one in power, to be right.

But to understand what i’m getting at, we have to strip him down entirely.

003 BEHIND THE PSYCHOLOGY

He wants power, thats obvious, but where does it come from? The short answer is insecurity. His inflated ego is very large naturally, but equally as fragile. That’s why it’s so easy for Alastor to draw a reaction out of him when he points out his shortcomings, he mentally cannot handle getting rejected like that.

Power is used as compensation, furthermore, as an attempt at stability. If he builds himself up on this mountain of admiration and control, he won’t have to doubt himself any longer, he’ll have won. But this isn’t the case, because Vox also harbors an intense need for attention. His lapse into serial killings not only comes from a desire for success, but a wanting of the spotlight — a goal he’s prepared to do anything for.

Once he gets attains the spotlight, he begins to receive another necessity: approval from the masses. Whether it’s people praising him as a god, or as the savior of hell, it’s another way to cement his cracked ego, at least temporarily. But to feel good about himself, Vox needs constant attention, constant praise, or at the very least control because it mimics the sort of stability he’s always craved from getting the two prior things.

004 SUBMISSION

So to sum up; stripped of outer layers, Vox is motivated by a need for attention, a need for approval, and a need for stability.

Now, do we see what i’m getting at?

The desire for approval would roughly translate to a praise kink, as most people with the same insecurity enjoy praise from a partner. Vox wants to feel recognized, to feel accomplished; that desire is a kind of submission on its own, and I believe it could translate to the bedroom.

Obviously the need for attention is self explanatory; taking the submissive roll would almost guarantee the attention being on him, because he would be the one on the receiving end, being doted on by the dominanter. It’s almost the reversal of being worshipped, while still harboring the same result.

Now the need for stability is interesting because I think this also creates the want for someone to rely on. Most likely, part of the reason he admired Alastor so much was because of his competence. This fact, paired with the daily life of running Voxtech, would create an even further desire to be taken care of by someone genuinely trustworthy, and stable. The need for stability also could translate into a mommy or daddy kink, if we’re being specific. Those titles are normally associated with someone not only in control, but someone respectable and trustworthy, as I said.

005 CONCLUDING THOUGHTS

So why is he not seen in a submissive roll more? I think that romantically, he is far more careful about who he lets see him vulnerable after Alastor, to avoid any further rejection. Also, I do think that Valentino enables him to be the more dominant one in the relationship. However with a partner he really trusts and relies on, I think this side of him would be extremely prominent, because of how deep his need for approval is.

I realize this was long, and honestly very unimportant, but I often feel self indulgent writing Vox in a submissive roll, when really it’s just as self indulgent to write him 100% dominant. There are two solid truths about Vox’s character; he desperately wants control in every situation he is in, and this comes from the deep seated reasons of compensation.

Anyways, bluntly, Vox is a switch. But there’s been so much TOPaganda recently, it’s important that this post exists. Peg the fucker, peace out.

[hazbitten]

ELLIE THE WOMAN YOU ARE 😩😩

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

[hazbitten]

HI i just wanted to say thanks for this :,)

GUYS!!! ITS ONLY BEEN 4 DAYS!!! YALL ARE CRAZY!!!

seriously—thank you SO much for this, it means the world!

i wouldve never expected so much attention so quickly and it’s all thanks to you!

love y’all! requests will be done soon!

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Helloooooo! I have come here to yap! 🥹

Could you do some Sir Pentious headcanons?

Orrrr for funzies, maybe his human design! He is sooooooo cute !! :p

I'm so excited to see more of your writing! Have a good day/night ! ^^

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fluff alphabet w/ pentious | ldr ver.

summary: after the almost-war between heaven and hell, sera allows the occasional opening of the gates for you and pentious to see each other or deliver things, but you won’t be able to see him until you get redeemed. how is a relationship with pentious while long distance?

includes: sir pentious x gn!reader

warnings: long distance relationship, mild s2e8 spoilers?, based on that one frame of him and cherri delivering gifts to each other at the end! , not proofread like at all this time actually

authors note: YESSSSS BOWWWW ANONN. THANK YOU FOR MAKING A PEN REQUEST. i was going to do this after i finished my other requests but now i have an excuse to do this now 😇😇😇😇 i know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but i hope you like it!!!!! it’s heavily based off me and my girlfriend bc we are cherri and pen irl trust… and we’re also long distance rn bc she’s off at college so i made this and thought of her :’) i get to see her this week tho i’m so hype!!!!! anyway ENJOY

a — affection (how he shows love from afar)

pentious shows his affection for you definitely through gifts—he wants you to have physical reminders of his presence when he can’t be there for you—and honestly speaking, he does it in hopes that you do the same thing back.

b — bonding

he LOVES teaching you about his interests—like innovation and the pangolins in heaven (yes he becomes hooked too after awhile). he tends to waffle on about things but he genuinely loves making you feel included in what he’s passionate about and hopes you feel comfortable enough to tell him about what you like—he’s awkward but earnest and his version of bonding is fussing over you like an old timey husband.

c — communication (how often & what kind)

due to pen’s time period from when he was alive, using his phone isn’t his preferred method of communicating but he’s grown accustomed to it due to different winners and sinners in his afterlife being so tech savvy. but for bigger, more grand messages—he’ll mail you a letter (via emily and/or abel)—very him though, a wax seal, yellowish-brown paper and envelope, written entirely in cursive.

d — devotion (how loyal he is when apart)

pentious is SO devoted!!! other winners don’t even have the opportunity to ask him out because they already know how enamored he is by you. one conversation with him or peak at his winsta page will tell you all you need to know about his relationship status.

e — encouragement (how does he hype you up even when apart?)

honestly, he can be a bit overwhelming but he means well. his encouragement can range from (very long) motivational speeches pep talks or bigger gifts like baskets or something sentimental. he feels at a loss sometimes because he’s not physically with you so big gestures tend to be his thing.

f — future plans (what he dreams of doing once you both are together)

his goals once you’re together are more mundane but so meaningful to him. he just cannot wait to physically be with you—every conversation not having to be through a screen or a letter anymore. he tells you everything but there are some things he cannot wait to physically show you—like his friends emily, abel, and saint peter, his new robo egg bois, and all the wonderful things he’s done and seen since his arrival in heaven. additionally, he yearns to hold you again, but this time, without letting go.

g — gifts (things he sends you)

again, pentious is more old fashioned due to when he was alive—so his most likely gift he sends you is a bouquet of roses (or whatever classy flower you prefer) and a love letter—or he’ll send you little trinkets he’s made or inventions in relation to some of your daily tasks or interests (whether or not they actually work is 50/50 but it’s still heartwarming)

h — homesickness

pen misses you very… dramatically. he clutches his chest, sighs loudly, and writes in his “sorrow journal” and often says how “home is wherever YOU are my dearessst! ☹️” — he tries to make inventions that simulate your presence but he knows deep down nothing will beat the real deal.

i — insecurity

pentious doesn’t get insecure often, but when he does, it hits him like a truck. he worries he’s “not modern enough” for you—too outdated, too dramatic, too silly. sometimes he rambles about how you could “find a much more dashing and technologically advanced partner down there in hell” and you have to reassure him you don’t want anyone else. he melts instantly, of course—hand to his heart, calling you the “light of his life,” insisting he’ll “try to be the very best version of himssself!” once he’s comforted, he becomes extra clingy for the rest of the day.

j — jealousy

pen is absolutely the type to get jealous in the most theatrical way possible. someone looks at you too long? he gasps, and dramatically says, “and WHO might they be???” he’s not mean or possessive—just… hilariously over the top. he’ll pout on calls and write in his “jealousy journal” (yes, that’s separate from the sorrow one). all it takes is you telling him you only want him and he immediately perks up, bragging loudly to anyone within earshot that he’s your “one and only victorious gentleman!!!”

k — kisses

pentious will kiss his screen at the end of each facetime call. and expects you to do the same. and will get very sad if you don’t. but his physical kisses when he does see you are passionate but super soft—like the one he gave you before he went to defeat adam. his favorite thing is kissing you—especially for longer periods at a time.

l — letters

as stated, pen loves writing you letters, especially for big occasions or messages. their very nice looking and well put together—and are often very long (ranging from one full page to multiple). his love language is definitely words of affirmation while you’re apart—if he can’t show you physically, he wants to verbally.

m — memories

pentious has so many favorite memories of you that he needs actual folders—physical and digital. but if he had to pick, it’s the moment after he kissed you during the extermination—when you hugged him like it wasn’t goodbye but a promise. your hands in his hair, the whisper against his cheek, the way you told him you believed he could do it—he replays that like a movie. he keeps souvenirs from every moment you’ve shared: ticket stubs, scribbled notes, even a broken screw from one of his inventions you watched him build. they’re all kept neatly in a chest labeled “treasures of my beloved!!!”

n — nights (how he handles sleeping without you)

pen sleeps with egg bois made by emily so that helps but it’s not always sufficient enough—because he misses you. so sleeping on the phone is his favorite thing to do when he misses you! but normally he does more sleeping than talking…

o — overthinking

pen is an overthinker to his CORE. he’ll reread your texts twenty times, analyzing every emoji like he’s solving a murder. if you respond with “okay!” instead of “okay <3,” he immediately writes you a three-paragraph follow-up asking if you’re upset (he tries to wait but lasts maybe thirty minutes). he overthinks his inventions too—wondering if the gifts he sends are too much or not enough. he just wants everything to feel perfect between you, even if it means spiraling dramatically until you reassure him.

p — protection

pentious is protective in the way a skinny victorian husband would be—hand on your shoulder, standing in front of you despite being 90% legs and 10% bravado. if anyone talks down on you, he immediately gets defensive. “EXCUSSSSE ME that is my BELOVED you are referring to!!!” he’ll fight for you, loudly, proudly, even if someone else has to physically pull him away. in heaven especially, he watches over you constantly—or at least tries to. he feels responsible for your safety in the most loving way: you are his purpose, and he’ll protect you however he can.

q — quality time

usually quality time consists of long facetime calls at the end of each day—you’ll yap about hotel shenanigans, pen will talk to you with his egg bois about his ventures that day. and on the chance sera opens the gates for a short period? you guys are cuddle city bro.

r — reunions

you and pentious have organized times agreed upon by sera and lucifer on when gates open to make sure everyone is safe but also that you guys see each other decently. the first time seeing you in person post-redemption, pen is very… dramatic. he’s crying, kissing you all over, and his egg bois are holding your legs like shy children—all with love, of course.

s — support

pentious is so supportive he sometimes becomes your entire cheer squad. anything you try? he’s applauding, praising, sending you full-length essays about how proud he is. if you’re struggling, he stays on call as long as you need—listening, giving advice (sometimes outdated but heartfelt), or just letting you vent. he always wants you to feel uplifted, valued, and seen. his belief in you is unwavering; he thinks you’re capable of anything, and he reminds you constantly, loudly, and with way too many exclamation marks.

t — trust

pentious trusts you more than anyone anywhere. he tells you everything, even the things he’s embarrassed about, because he genuinely believes you won’t judge him. he trusts you with his inventions, his fears, his flaws… even his egg bois. if someone questions your intentions, he immediately shuts it down. “MY BELOVED? UNTRUSTWORTHY? RIDICULOUSSS!!!” you’re the one person he can be fully himself around—goofy, dramatic, tender, and sincere.

u — updates

since officially starting a relationship with you while in heaven—pentious gives you too many updates. whether it be the latest lore drop of what happened to saint peter or a series of texts going something like…

🐍: DEARESSST! I FELL DOWN THE SSSTAIRS AGAIN!!

🐍: It isss quite challenging going the steps without proper legssss :(

🐍: I wissssh you here to help me get up—I’ll have to asssk Emi-lyyy! One sssecond!

v — vulnerability

he doesn’t open up easily—it takes him a while to stop hiding behind dramatics and long-winded speeches. but with you? he softens so quickly it’s almost embarrassing. he admits when he’s scared. he tells you how hard heaven has been without you. he confesses how he worries about losing you, about not being enough, about how deeply he feels for you. he’s gentle when he’s vulnerable—quiet voice, eyes a little watery, hands fidgeting—and he trusts you to hold those moments delicately. that means the world to him.

w — worries

pentious worries constantly about you—your safety, your health, whether you’re lonely, whether you’re eating enough (yes, he reminds you like an old man). he writes down his worries sometimes so he won’t bother you too much, but he usually ends up blurting them out anyway. he’s especially anxious on days when heaven gates are closed; he can’t check on you physically, so he hovers over his phone like it’s a lifeline. he just wants to know you’re okay—and the second you reassure him, he instantly relaxes.

x — xoxo (how he displays affection digitally)

even though you’re in hell and cannot see it, he will consistently post you or about you on his winsta (heaven sinsta) — a cute picture of you two from one of your meetups or old times from the hotel, or a picture you sent him, with a cute little caption “i love you more than my egg boissssss 💕”

y — yearning

it goes without saying but pentious is a yearner. he thinks of you everyday, consistently, without pause. and if he’s not thinking about you, he’s talking to you or about you. he’ll scream to the moon how much he loves you—regardless of where you are in the world, hell, heaven, earth, or the galaxies beyond.

z — zeal

this is basically his entire personality when it comes to you. pen loves you with an energy that borders on explosive—every emotion multiplied by ten. he approaches the relationship with enthusiasm, excitement, and an almost childlike wonder. every text from you makes him swoon. every letter makes him flush. every meetup feels like a holiday. his love is unwavering, loud, dramatic, passionate—he pours his whole being into loving you, proudly and without restraint.

[hazbitten]

here’s a thought: before vox offered alastor his deal of being partners and the end of their friendship—what if alastor was going through a really bad rut and him and vox got intimate to get alastor out of said rut but vox took it SERIOUSLY. so when alastor turned him down it was anything but casual (i know ruts for deers are only inherently sexual for women due to them being on the receiving end as far as i know but i think the thought is neat)

anyway someone make a radiosilence edit to casual by chappell roan bc that IS radiosilence.

// obviously this wouldn’t be canon bc alastor is sex/rom repulsed but it feeds into my love for radiosilence so shshshshsh

[hazbitten]

Angel Dust, Charlie, Velvette and Vaggie x GN reader who’s easily flustered but is a FIEND in bed? SFW / NSFW please.

so like, whenever they flirt with reader they go all red and stuff but in bed reader makes them cum like 5x in a row?

charlie, vel, vaggi x top!reader | mdni

includes: charlie, velvette, vaggi (separate) x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw under the cut, rough dom!reader, assumed afab reader (not directly implied but assumed due to character’s orientation), not proofread

authors note: i’m a big advocate for queer representation in x reader content, both for readers and characters! in this request, i wasn’t 100% sure how to handle it since it included two lesbians and a gay man, and i really wanted to respect the validity of these identities and their representation. because of that, i decided to cut angel from this one—vaggi, velvette, and charlie are all wlw, and i wanted to honor angel’s canon orientation as well as theirs. if i jumped to any conclusions, i’m really sorry! i tried my best to balance things to ensure no communities were misrepresented, and i’m happy to do angel in a similar scenario that still respects his canon romantic orientation if you’d like. thanks so much for understanding!

charlie thinks it’s cute how easily flustered you are—your cheeks pink, your words stumbling, your hands fidgeting. she can’t help but smile at every little squeak or “uh—i—i—” that comes out of you. obviously, she’s not exactly innocent herself, but the way you react to her makes her feel giddy in a way she’s not used to. it’s awkward, it’s sweet, you both are, and she adores every second of it. even when she teases you lightly, her amusement is full of warmth. it’s never cruel.

once you guys start being intimate, though, charlie discovers a whole new beast. the shy, timid little partner she’s gotten used to is suddenly rough and taking the lead. you take control with a sense of confidence she never expected, hands and mouth moving with purpose, not one place on her ivory skin not covered in hickeys or bite marks. it hits her like a bus—pleasure building faster than she can think, her body responding instinctively to your lead. she’s overwhelmed, flushed, trembling, and she doesn’t want it to ever end.

you’re rougher than she imagined, making her legs shake and stomach knot in exquisite tension, making her finish over and over again until she’s sobbing into your shoulder. charlie isn’t quite sure what to think—her mind is fuzzy, but her body is buzzing with every touch and thrust.

afterward, when she’s still catching her breath, charlie looks at you with a look of total love and affection. she might joke about it, or blush as she traces a finger along your arm, but deep down she’s impressed—and more than a little turned on by the knowledge that you’re capable of taking the lead like that. the unexpected course of events has her hooked in the best way possible.

vaggi is used to taking initiative—she’s always been the one in charge, especially when it comes to relationships. she expects a certain rhythm and control, and she’s proud of the way she can guide her partner. but when you, her timid, flustered partner, suddenly take control, it throws her completely off balance. she’s shocked by your assertiveness, by the way you move and demand her attention, and for a moment she’s speechless, unable to even form a coherent sentence.

the first time you assert yourself fully, vaggi is taken aback. her heart races, her pulse skyrockets, and she can’t stop reacting to your touch. the way you guide her, the way you set the pace and make her respond—she’s stunned. she’s never felt this type of power from you, and it’s exhilarating. her body trembles at your confidence, all of her nerves on fire.

pleasure washes over her, stronger than anything she’s experienced before. vaggi finds herself completely undone, begging silently or letting out strangled moans as you push her further than she thought possible. she’s forced to surrender, and even though her pride bristles at first due to her habit of being ontop, she can’t deny the absolute euphoria coursing through her body..

afterwards, vaggi collapses into your arms, flushed and exhausted. she’s quiet for a moment, just catching her breath, then allows a small, tired grin. “you’re something else,” she murmurs, half teasing, half in awe. initially she was stunned, but it’s left her craving more. she wants to see you take charge again—she wants to be surprised by your boldness.

velvette often looks down on you outside the bedroom—her sharp eyes, her pointed words, the way she treats you like nothing more than a timid, incapable assistant. you’re lucky if she even acknowledges you, let alone leaves you be to do your job for more than a few minutes without a scolding. she’s a hard presence, a demanding boss, and she keeps you on your toes constantly. it’s frustrating sometimes, and humiliating at others—but all part of the strange job you’ve learned to navigate under the vee’s.

but the moment she’s alone with you, that entire power switches. velvette is desperate for your touch in ways she would never admit outside these walls. she craves your thrusts, your tongue, your control—she’s begging and pleading, hiccuping out sobs as you take charge. she’s lost and dazed in the best way possible, willing to let you dominate her completely. she’s amazed how her timid little employee she oversees so casually has become the center of her pleasure.

she gasps and trembles under your command, voice breaking, body shivering with need. velvette’s used to guiding others for work, but here? here she’s nothing but vulnerable, desperate for the next touch, the next sound, the next command. and you’re 100% in control, exploring boundaries she hadn’t even considered testing before. her pride melts away with each tug, each push, each gasp—she’s utterly undone.

afterwards, velvette clings to you, sweaty and flushed, buzzed by the intensity. she still carries that teasing edge in her words, but it’s softer, warmer. she can’t help the fond smile that tugs at her lips as she mutters, “i didn’t know you could pull that off,” half in exasperation, half in awe.

[hazbitten]

don’t get me wrong i love lucifer morningstar as much as the next guy but do i feel like writing the 10+ requests i have for him? not really, not now at least 😀