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just let me read in peace yeah?

[monstersflashlight]

( Hi, I'm @mama-magpies-fantasies :3 )

Sharing because I'm too tired to write more about it, but incase you or any other followers get inspired.

Thinking about two dragons fighting for the same princess/human. They've established themselves in the same region but have always been at a stalemate when it comes to their strength and territory; never agreeing on a proper border.

I could see Y/N having caught the eyes of both independently, that is until one of them becomes bold enough to abduct them. By then starts the competition between both wyverns; getting abducted every other day to go from one nest to the other. They both try to woo you everyday, bringing in gifts, showing off their strength and skills, and doing little dances to show their body to their potential mate.

Honestly, it can be funny sometimes, their little fight can be endearing, maybe before you never thought you would have two people fighting over you of all people. And sometimes it can be annoying... You've come to appreciate the both of them and their differences, and the pressure to only choose one is getting on your nerves.

So why not play a little game into it? Get them to see each other more as equals than rivals. To compare them both, you have them share you equally in the same space; letting you have your own nest which can fit the both of them. Ground rules will make sure that they do not start any fights unless they want to be punished and shown as immature compared to their competitor. :3

In the end, I'm sure even in bed both would be quite competitive; after all they want to be the first and only to have you bare their eggs. You can't pass a day without being filled to the brim by either of them as most of the time, one filling you with their seed will cause the other to want a turn as well; creating a feedback loop of breeding until you pass out for the day.

A/N: That was very fun to read, I took it to my field with this one and wrote a lil something. Hope you like it! <3

Both? Both.

Dragon x dragon x fem!reader || sharing is caring, size kink, (light) breeding, eggpreg, (light) dom/sub dynamics (femdom)

You watched them fight and struggle with the realization that they were both important to you. They wanted to fight each other constantly, but you weren’t having any of that. You liked them both too much to let them destroy each other for a chance with you, when they both could get what they wanted. And if that meant you got two amazing dragons with incredible dicks… Well, that was a plus.

So, when you decided you were tired of watching them fight the other to gain your hand, you made them kneel in front of you, looking down to the floor until you had enough of it. Did it last three days? Possibly. Did you spend those three days sitting in front of them as they struggled not to look up at you? Definitely. Did you enjoy it? Greatly.

But after that everything turned out for the better. They stopped fighting, or at least they stopped in front of you. You still knew about their “secret” fights, but those were just stupid banter and a few scratches, you knew deep down that they really wanted to take it out on each other, but you said nothing. You just needed to wait enough to see how much it took for them to figure out they wanted to fuck each other senseless.

And even if you hated when they fought… You loved when it was to choose who got to fuck you first, who got to put their eggs in you… Poor dragons didn’t know nobody did anything if you didn’t order it first. But they looked so pretty fighting and growling at each other, pushing each other down until one of them overpowered the other and they were both panting and hard… It was totally worth it to let them fight it out. Especially when you got their dicks as a reward.

You got them on their backs, wings pinned down as you bounced on one dick and then the other, both of them staring adoringly at you as you took your pleasure on them. They were your pretty dragons, your protectors… and your toys. You loved to play with them like this, you loved when one of them lost control and filled you with his eggs, just for the other to growl and push him away just to fill you with another one. By the end of it you were a mess of come and your stomach was distended with their eggs… But you wouldn’t do anything differently. Especially when you told them you had enough and they took it on each other as you watched. Two powerful dragons fighting to see who was on top, just to end up rutting their cocks together until their bellies were a mess and you could lick it off them.

They thought they were two strong dragons protecting you, but when the time came, you were the one bringing them to their knees. Either to eat you out or just because you enjoyed having such big beast completely submissive to you. It was a good power trip, and made you wetter than anything. Outside the bedroom they could be the protectors, but inside… Inside, they had nothing to argue, nothing to fight for… Because you ordered them.

[laufeydottirs-writings]

Peter Quill NSFW Alphabet (18+)

hi y’all sorry for my lack of writing i have been busy and so sleepy🧍🏽‍♀️i hope you enjoy these peter quill headcanons!!! he is sooo fun to write, plz let me know if you want more!!<3 ~flora-mun🌸🧡

Verdi-mun note: bed chem coming on whilst i'm typing this up to put on the tumblr... 🧍‍♀️

Aftercare:

He definitely likes to lay and cuddle with you for a while, burying his face into your hair or neck. He can stay pretty worked up for a while, so you might find him still rubbing and pushing himself against you as if he can’t get enough. He’ll put on one of his mixtapes too, of course, to listen to while you lay together.

Body Part:

On you? He loves your thighs, running his fingers along them, leaving bite marks on the thin, sensitive skin on your inner thighs. On himself? Yeah…he’s pretty fond of his dick.

Cum:

He doesn’t mind making a mess with you. He likes to release it anywhere you let him: your face, stomach, thighs, hair…he loves doing it in you too, of course. He’ll go down on you after, tasting the way both of you mix together in a way that gets him going even more.

Dirty Secret:

He likes roleplay, though it takes him a while to admit it. Once you called him ‘Starlord’ in bed as a slip up…and he absolutely lost it, making it a whole thing about being out on a mission and finding you on another planet.

Experience:

He has been with many women before, but a lot of them were flings, quickies, one night stands. He says his experience is even more than it is, but really he’s never had truly vulnerable, emotional sex before you.

Favourite Position:

He loves doggy, especially when you get antsy and start moving your hips back against his. He likes letting his hands roam over your skin as he takes you from behind — one hand tangled in your hair and the other sliding over the smooth skin of your breast, your stomach, your thighs…he’ll slide a few fingers into your mouth too. Other than that, he loves any position that isn’t on a bed — holding you as he stands, laying you out on a table, bending you over a counter…

Goofy:

He loves jokes, and that includes in the bedroom. He loves making you laugh and giggle, and if he can do it while you’re being intimate it just turns him on even more.

Hair:

He doesn’t really care for grooming, but he’ll do it if you ask. Sometimes he trims it into shapes just to make you laugh.

Intimacy:

He likes to have fun during sex, but also…he likes to take care of you. He likes to make you feel good emotionally and physically, whispering sweet nothings into your ear about how pretty you look underneath him. He’ll be surprisingly gentle…until you beg him for more.

Jacking Off:

He doesn’t do it very often since he doesn’t have the need to, but if you wanted to watch…he’d jump at the opportunity.

Kinks:

Light bdsm — he likes seeing you tied up or blindfolded, but he never really wants to actually inflict pain on you…he’ll also gladly be tied up for you, if you’d like. Roleplay — he’s an officer, or he’s a fugitive, or he’s on a mission. Anything where he can play pretend always excites him. Orgasm control/denial — you’ll finish when he says you can, not a moment sooner. Praise — he all but melts when you sweet talk and compliment him, and he’ll definitely give it back, though his is worded much filthier.

Location:

Anywhere. Genuinely. He loves doing it places he’s never done it before, especially on different planets or moons. He jokes about it being the ‘Lightyear High Club’. His favorite is his ship — small and quiet and cozy, the air smelling of sex and your scent after.

Motivation:

He’s pretty much always ready to go, it truly doesn’t take a lot to get him going. Any sliver of your skin that he can see, the way you wet your lips with your tongue absentmindedly…yeah, just seeing you is enough.

No:

He’s a pretty open guy, so he’ll try anything once. The only thing he doesn’t want to do is hit you in any way…but even then, he’d do it if you begged and pleaded him to.

Oral:

He loves it: giving and recieveing. Seeing you on your knees, your hair pulled back in the grip of one of his hands, watching as you bob up and down…it’s almost too much. He’ll have to close his eyes to make sure he doesn’t finish too soon just from the sight of you. Giving on the other hand, he could go at it for hours, until his mouth gets sore. He loves the wet sounds you make against his mouth, and he loves looking up at your flushed cheeks as he tastes you.

Pace:

He always starts off with the intention of taking his time, going slow to savor all of you…but he always ends up shattering, picking up the pace as he becomes more and more desperate for you. It also depends on what you want too, whatever pace you ask for, he’s happy to give it to you.

Quickies:

He loves them! He definitely prefers longer, emotional, more intimate sex, but if you’re both feeling antsy and pent up, he loves taking you somewhere secluded to blow off some quick steam with you.

Risk:

Again, he’s open to try most things, even if they’re considered risky. The only things he won’t try are anything that would get you injured, and definitely anything you say you aren’t comfortable with is a no go.

Stamina:

His stamina is pretty average, two rounds is usually his max, at least in one sitting. The first round will be long, filled with soft kisses and dirty words and flirty jokes. The second will be much more desperate with panting, heavy breaths. If there’s a third round, it’ll be mostly grunts and groans from his end.

Toys:

He doesn’t have any for himself, but if that’s something you want to try, he’d be all for it.

Unfair:

Oh, Peter loves to tease. It’s all fun and friendly of course, but he can’t help but love the way you beg and plead and blush for him. As far as you teasing him goes…yeah, he’s a sucker for that as well.

Volume:

He’s not too loud, but he’s not particularly quiet either. He likes to talk during sex, and definitely lets out moans and groans. He encourages you to be loud though.

Wild Card:

When he says anywhere — he means anywhere; the idea of public intimacy turns him on. He doesn’t care if you’re on a mission, at a bar, at a friend’s place…if he gets going…he’ll find a way. Even if everyone else can hear.

X-Ray:

You’d think from how much he talks about it and how cocky he is that he’s compensating…but no, he’s actually very blessed down there.

Yearning:

His sex drive is so high, he’s almost always thinking about you. Whether it be sexually or not, you’re always on his mind. It never takes much to get him in the mood — if you’re around…he’s likely already in it.

ZZZ:

It takes Peter a while to come down from the high of intimacy with you that he won’t fall asleep for a while. Instead he’ll lie holding you close, rubbing his naked body against yours, inhaling the sweet smell of your hair as he watches your chest rise and fall with slow, sleepy breaths.

[laufeydottirs-writings]

Peter Quill NSFW Headcanons 🌟

I’ve been begging Flora🌸🧡 to write Quill for me, so this was her first shot~ I really liked it, I hope you do too <3 I’m trying to bully her into finishing the nsfw alphabet for him…hopefully that’ll be done soon. ~Verdandi-mun🌻💜

💖 Where on their body they’re most sensitive?:

his lips, his chest, his thighs

🌸 Have they ever had sex before?:

he has plenty of experience (though he says its even MORE than what it is) but it was all meaningless flings until you

↕️ Do they prefer to top or to bottom?:

he isn’t picky as long as he’s with you, and he isn’t shy to let you take the reins once in a while, though he typically prefers being on top

🔄 Favourite Position?:

he loves anything unconventional: from the side while you’re both feeling lazy in bed, pinning you against the wall while he’s standing, holding you up. and he loves missionary and doggy of course too.

♨️ How often do they masturbate?:

he used to do it more before he was so confident, but now he doesn’t really feel the need, unless you wanna watch…

💦 How long does it take for them to climax?:

usually it doesn’t take him long at all, but don’t think that just because he climaxed that he stops. his libido is high…he’ll go as long as you let him.

🤭 Are they good with their hands?:

he surprisingly is, all those years pressing buttons on a walkman really paid off, he supposed

🖤 Do they have scars or birthmarks they’re embarrassed for others to see?:

not really, he’s fairly confident in his appearance

📢 Are they loud in bed?:

he’s a dirty talker for sure, and definitely isn’t shy to let out moans and groans

✂️ What are their kinks?:

light bdsm, roleplay, orgasm control/denial

💞 What is their preferred aftercare routine?:

definitely likes to lay with you, running his hands along your body and burying his face into your skin — he can stay pretty worked up for a while. he’ll turn on some of his songs as he holds you, pressing sweet kisses into your skin

[nataril-00]

(pretty self indulgent, sorry if it's ooc or inconsistent! star lord and reader are dating but just so happens to be on opposite teams.)

star-lord who's absolutely dominating your team, deleting you along the rest of your backline with two guns and a myriad of cocky remarks.

star-lord who relishes in the way you're narrowing your eyes and gritting your teeth in frustration. it's like your anger is his driving fuel.

star-lord who knows damn well he's gonna be sleeping on the couch in the milano after the match. because even if you were his rival there, he was still yours. well, he did have a room of his own but it had been untouched for a while because he always sleeps with you in your room.

"C'mooon babe.. please? it was just a hustle."

star-lord who won't budge until you open the door and let him lose himself in your arms. When you open the door, he gets up quick, already in glee as he throws you and him onto your bed.

star-lord who didn't even take off his battle uniform as he lays on top of you. eventually, your positions are more comfortable with his chest pressed against your back, and his arms wrapped around you, pulling you towards him as he drifts off to sleep with the warmth of you.

star-lord who is a cocky jerk in battle but an absolute dog for you behind closed quarters. no matter how much the timestream entanglement created a lot of conflict between you, it would never tear you guys apart.

[r3nember]

He shoots, he scores

Pairing

⤷ Marvel Rivals!Star-Lord x GN!Reader

Warnings

⤷ Slight alcohol mention, but it's not explicitly said, other than that just fluff and Star-Lord being himself. I like his interactions with Luna in game so I wanted to write something that built off of their relationship. Forgive me if he ends up being ooc, my knowledge on him is very surface level but I thought there just wasn't enough content out there of his Rivals version. Also completely different from what I've posted so far, bear with me

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

Peter Quill never backed down from a challenge. He always faced them head on with his signature cocky, I’m-way-too-confident-in-my-abilities, smile. To back down from one is just not his style— “Ask them out on a date” — Okay maybe calling it quits on one every now and then wouldn’t be too out of character.

“The Star-Lord shaking in his boots at the mere thought of asking his crush out on a date?” Luna Snow, the, as he would like to put it, annoying pop-star, swirled her drink around in its glass, staring at him with a knowing smirk playing on her lips. He could feel his blood pressure rising already. 

“I’ll cut you a deal big shot; you either ask them out, or you admit to the whole team that my music is awesome and you were wrong and your music taste is abhorrent and outdated,” she lists out on her fingers. Peter’s expression hardens into one of determination, any ounce of hesitation he had leaving his body as he practically jumps up from his stool, almost knocking it over in the process. His gaze travels over to your hunched over form preparing to take the next shot in a game of pool. 

“Wow…” Luna draws out the ‘o’, resting her head against the palm of her hand as she watches Peter walk over to you. “Men,” she grumbles, pouting. 

You don’t notice the other body that joins you, your attention on the other player’s move, until he clears his throat. You startle, shoulders hunched momentarily before turning to face whoever it was. To your glee surprise, it was Peter. “What brings you over here? Thought you were hanging with your buddy Luna,” you jab your thumb at the pop-star who was making it painfully obvious that she was trying to pretend not to look over at you two. 

My buddy? Peter’s eye twitches at the thought. Fat chance. He shakes his head, “Ignoring her for a moment,” he leans his body so that it just about blocks her from view, “what do you say about joining me for a night out sometime?” he flashes you a small smirk, a hand on his hip. You say nothing for a few seconds, eyes wide, staring at him. 

“Uh…” he nervously smiles, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Maybe this was a mistake–

“Peter… Are you asking me out on a date?” 

“...yes?” Oh god they’re going to say no.

Your face breaks out in a smile. “Then of course, I would be more than delighted to join you.” 

“Excuse me for a moment,” you tilt your head in confusion, smile still apparent, as he turns his back to you to excitedly pump his fist a few times before turning back around. “Tomorrow at 10pm then? I can come by your room and we can go out for some stargazing,”

“That sounds wonderful, Peter,” your hand travels to his chest, smoothing out some of the fabric, “see you tomorrow then hot-shot.”

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thank u for reading!! will return to my dex content soon, i just need to get a couple thoughts out to the world abt some other characters for a bit. also just to finish up the yap session earlier, not particularly a fan of chris pratt which is why i'm writing abt his rivals version instead

[oliverwxod]

Another love (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing 

Summary: The reader traveled with Peter before they joined up with the rest of the team. They have an unspoken bond and care a lot about each other. But when Peter meets Gamora the reader becomes jealous as Peter spends time with Gamora, leaving her behind and becoming distant.

“so where to next?” Y/n smirked, rolling over in the bed to face Peter who looked back at her with a similar smirk. She pulled the duvet over her naked body, sitting up against the headboard. 

“where do you want to go? Peter asked, joining her in sitting against the headboard. The bottom part of the duvet covering his dignity.

“anywhere as long as you’re by my side” She spoke wiggling her eyebrows mockingly. Peter chuckled used to her always ironically using cheesy lines. 

“really out did yourself there Y/n” he chuckled.

“yeah I did. Think that was the cheesiest line yet” she grimaced. 

—————————————————————————————————–

Y/n often found herself missing the times she was alone with Peter. When it was just the two of them, side by side, exploring the depths of the galaxy. 

They were simpler times. 

Not that she didn’t love the others. She just missed Peter, a lot.

He seemed too preoccupied recently. Too preoccupied with Gamora. But Y/n couldn’t really blame him. Gamora was stunning in every way and with everything she did. She could see why Peter seemed to really like her. Gamora was everything Y/n wasn’t. 

She admitted a long time ago to herself that she was extremely jealous, yet it didn’t help with anything. She still found herself glaring at the two of them anytime she saw them talking. 

Like now. She was currently sat the furthest away in the main room of the jet, watching Gamora and Peter pilot up in the front seats. Y/n was sat with her arms crossed against her chest a frown set on her face which seemed to be permanent the past few days. 

“you are jealous, you like him?” Mantis appeared next to her, touching her arm and making her jump.

“w-what?” Y/n uncrossed her arms sitting forward. 

“you like him, no - you - you love him!” Mantis gasped, clapping loudly and excitedly. 

“no- shh - Mantis stop - I don’t” Y/n stood up panicking as she tried to get her to be quiet. 

“this is so exciting, I feel very happy” Mantis spoke. 

“no - I don’t love him-” Y/n spoke hurriedly not wanting her to gain the attention of the others. “Mantis stop… for fuck sake just fucking stop” Y/n spoke, her voice raising. 

Mantis froze, her eyes going wide before she ran off, starting to cry. Drax getting up from his seat and following her, not before frowning at Y/n. 

“what the hell was that about?” Peter turned to look at Y/n having seen the commotion. He put the jet on auto pilot before standing up and making his way towards Y/n. 

“It doesn’t matter” she spoke, getting up and walking away to her own room, sitting on the end of her bed sighing. 

Peter had followed her, not having ever known her to lose her cool over something before. 

“what’s going on with you?” he asked, leaning against the door way to her room.

“just leave me alone” she grumbled.

“why should I?” he asked, raising a single eyebrow up at her, waiting expectantly. 

“Peter please. I don’t want to talk about it, I just need some space to myself.” she spoke quietly. 

“well good luck getting space in the jet. There’s no such thing as that anymore” he spoke trying to make a light hearted joke. 

“well drop me off at the next fucking planet we get too and leave me there” she grumbled, seriously considering it. 

“what?” he spoke, shocked at her words. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not right now” 

“I’m not” she spoke glaring up at him. 

“what the hell did Mantis say to you?” he asked frowning. He moved further into her small room, shutting the door behind himself and sitting down next to her on the end of her bed. 

“doesn’t matter” she mumbled, turning away from him. 

He was too close to her and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. His leg pressed against hers as the bed was fairly small. 

“hey” he spoke softly, placing one of his large hands on her knee, knowing something must be really bothering her if she was acting this coldly towards him. 

She moved away from him so he couldn’t touch her anymore. 

“y/n?” he frowned. She normally never shied away from his touch. 

“please just leave me alone” she spoke again.

“i’m not leaving until you tell me what is bothering you?” he spoke “how are we all mean’t to get along and be a team if we don’t talk to each other?” 

“that was cheesy” she mumbled letting out a small chuckle.

“It was. Just thought I would make up for the lack of cheesy saying on your behalf” he shrugged. “now will you please tell me what’s wrong?”

“only if you promise to not say anything cheesy again” she spoke.

“I can’t promise that” he said “now come on” he said taking her hand. She didn’t pull away from his touch this time. “talk to me”

“do you, d’ you ever miss how things used to be?” she asked, hesitantly looking at him to see his reaction. 

He sighed quietly. 

“there are days that I miss how things used to be, it felt so free, but now we have more of a purpose. Don’t you feel that?” he questioned. 

“of course I do, I just miss how it used to be, how we used to be” she sighed, not knowing whether he would catch on. “but now- you found some one better and you don’t need me anymore. I just feel like i’m useless now” 

“I didn’t know you felt that way” he spoke. 

“yeah, obviously” she spoke rolling her eyes. 

“hey, don’t roll your eyes at me” he spoke. 

She gave him an unimpressed look. 

“drop the attitude” he spoke seriously.

“really?” she spoke “you think you can boss me around?” 

“you’ve never had a problem with it before” he spoke smirking. 

“are you serious right now? I thought we could have an actual conversation about something that’s bugging me but no, you act like this. Do you ever wonder why I didn’t want to talk to you about it?” 

“look I’m sorry okay, i’ll be serious.” he said putting his hands up in defense. “what did Mantis say to you that made you freak out like that?” 

“she did that thing she does, when she can tell what you’re feeling from touching you on the arm and I didn’t like what she said.” 

“what did she say? stop avoiding my question” he spoke, rolling his eyes at her this time.

“said I was jealous” she mumbled. 

“jealous? of what?” he laughed. 

“you” 

“why would you be jealous of me?” he asked confused now, an awkward smile on his face as he tried to figure it out.

“not just you. You and Gamora.”

“you’re gonna have to be more clear, because i’m really not following right now!” he said.

“well you two just seems so close, there’s no way you’re not sleeping together and you both look like you’re in love with each other.” she spoke quietly. But he heard everything she had said. He couldn’t quite process it, staying silent. 

“oh god okay, so just drop me off on the next planet please” she spoke covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.”

Suddenly the sound of Peter laughing ,made her look up.

“why are you laughing?” she spoke glaring at him. 

“oh come on” he sad still laughing. “she hates me!” he spoke. There’s nothing going on between us.” 

“there isn’t?” 

“no!” he spoke laughing more.

“oh, okay” she spoke quietly. “well you can go now” she spoke gesturing to the door. 

“you want me to leave after you’ve just told me that you were jealous of me and another girl?” 

“yes, I don’t want you in here if you’re going to keep laughing at me and mocking me.” she spoke. 

“i’m - i’m not mocking you” he said frowning. “I just found it funny how you thought me and Gamora were a thing” he spoke chuckling again. 

“Peter please” she sighed.

“you have nothing to worry about okay. You’ve always been the only one for me” he spoke. 

“what?” y/n asked in shock, not expecting those words to ever leave his mouth.

“like I said” he spoke standing up and making his way towards her, he took her hand in his bringing it up to his lips and kissing the skin softly. “you’re the only one for me” 

She shook her head, a small smile breaking onto her face as she tried to hide the blush.

“that was seriously cheesy” she spoke. 

“but you’re blushing” he spoke smirking.

“shut up” she spoke trying to hide her face but he wouldn’t let her, using one hand to pull her face towards his so she couldn’t hide. She met his eyes, her face pulling into a smile that matched his. 

Peter leaned forwards pressing his lips against hers softly, before pulling away. 

“don’t tell me to shut up again” he smirked. Before opening the door to her room and leaving, looking back to throw her a wink.

[shlonguru]

~🏨Hazbin Hotel Men x Reader - More Kinky Headcanons~ (NSFW)

Here's some more headcanons for the Hazbin men. I really tried to do regular ones but it always ends up freaked out. Idk maybe I'm a degenerate lost cause.

Also I'd love to know what songs you associate to which character. Let me know I'm trying to put a playlist together! Thank you and enjoy!

Characters (randomized) : Vox, Abel, Valentino, Alastor, Husk, Lucifer, Sir Pentious.

Vox 📺 :

Favorite place to do the deed:

In his room where he has mirrors everywhere, walls, ceiling, bathroom…the man really likes to watch himself fuck and watch you in every angle.

Favorite type of outfit:

Again…Formal outfits get him going, and high heels, stilettos are his favorite actually. He loves a pencil skirt with a nice white blouse highlighting all your shapes. God forbid you unbutton you blouse a little and pretend you didn’t do it on purpose…He will clear his schedule and yours.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

He would pretend he’s doing you a favor but he does enjoy when you take control, he also has sensitive nipples so you get to fully exploit that without him being able to pin you down, if he doesn’t break his bound that is…

Date:

He would take you to a very fancy restaurant where you would get the best view of Pentagram City. His current favorite is Dante’s Inferno.

Song during:

RICH BOY by payton

Oral skills:

7/10

Very spontaneous but he is good at it so no matter when he decides to get to it you will come. He doesn’t really work with you for that, he just enjoys himself devouring you and you take it and enjoy.

Alastor 📻:

Favorite place to do the deed:

His radio booth

He likes it because he knows he won’t be bothered in there and because it is soundproofed, he can hear you be as loud as you want. He could even broadcast it if he wanted to. (I did exploit that in my Alastor x Fem!Reader x Vox 2 Rematch fic for anyone curious :3)

Favorite type of outfit:

He’s a sucker for sundresses.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

He would NOT like that. He would only let you do it if he lost a bet, which would be extremely rare, but he is a man of his words. If you’re good enough you will make him enjoy it however. Since he is a true sadist he would discipline you with his words while you’re doing him.

Date:

He would take you out on a picnic date. He would have it all ready, little sandwiches, lemonade, cake, everything. He would take you in a pasture, where you could enjoy a good view and not be bothered by a lot of people around. Then at night he would take you to a Jazz bar where he would show off his piano (finger) skill.

Song during:

Sway – Michael Bublé

Oral:

8/10

Alastor is sadistic at heart and he won’t change, so it makes sense that he wouldn’t be always into an act meant specifically to please only you. He would, however, very much enjoy making you beg to let you come and deny you orgasms, tease and edge you using oral. In other words, he has ALL the skills necessary, he just chooses when he wants to use them.

Lucifer🍎:

Favorite place to do the deed:

Outdoor, surrounded by nature.

It reminds him of his time in Heaven and where he met Lilith. He’s a romantic and a softie.

Favorite type of outfit:

He loves long dresses with a thigh slit. Bonus points if you’re wearing heels. He loves a partner taller than him and is very secure about his own height. His second favorite outfit is a snuggie. He likes reaching inside and fondling everything je comes in contact with.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

He would absolutely love every minute of it. He’s a soft top/switch. He loves pleasuring you but he also enjoys very much whenever you take control. He could genuinely die happy.

Date:

He would take you to the movie theater. He would be very excited too.

Song during:

her (feat. Annika Wells) by JVKE

Oral:

10000000/10.

God of oral for sure. His tongue game is unmatched across the universe.

Sir Pentious 🐍:

Favorite place to do the deed:

His lab.

That’s where he spends most of his time. He knows the place like the back of his hand and he even has a special drawer where he hides toys in case you show up with unpure intentions.

Favorite type of outfit:

He’s more familiar with the outfits of his time, whether it’s a gown or a suit he loves it all, and he loves undressing you out of them.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

He’d blush heavily, he can be a full sub but sometimes he likes to lead, however if he sees you with the clear intention of restraining him and enjoying yourself with his body he gets so turned on most of his energy is allocated towards trying not to finish too early.

Date:

He would take you to a nice restaurant and show you how much of a gentleman he can be. He really thrives in cherishing you. He would get flustered the whole time.

Song during:

The main character – Will Wood

Oral:

9/10

He loves giving and takes his time making sure you are thoroughly satisfied. He’s great with his hands too and doesn’t brag much about it even though he would be 100% justified in doing so, probably doesn’t realize just how good he truly is. As long as he can physically tell that you’re satisfied he’s not complaining.

Valentino 🦋 :

Favorite place to do the deed:

His studio, but honestly his favorite place is where he wants to do it when he wants to do it, he doesn’t care if you have a full schedule he’ll make sure he can have you whenever he wants and wherever he wants.

Favorite type of outfit:

Very skimpy revealing clothes that highlight your body. He likes for you to “dressed” while having access to any part of your body he desires very easily. He also loves showing you around.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

He’s into that, if there’s one thing you have to give to this man, it’s that he doesn’t kink shame, he genuinely respects every kink.

Date:

If he’s trying to love bomb you he will take you to luxurious restaurants you’ve never heard of. He will show up nicely dressed but spends the whole date holding back from undressing you and you can tell.

Song during:

I want your bite by Chrus Crocker.

Oral:

5/10

Let’s just say he can be good at anything he chooses to put his mind into, he does have a very long tongue. He considers you’re his so he will enjoy what is his in depth.

Adam🎸:

Favorite place to do the deed:

Backstage

That’s when he’ll be the most fired up and horny, he kind of loves when you come in right before a performance and ravaging you gets him fired up.

Favorite type of outfit:

He loves tight fitting clothes, when he can’t directly see your shape but can visualize it, it makes him fantasize him, he’s very bad at pretending he’s not staring at your cleavage or your ass.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

He wouldn’t like it, he’s not into that type of play and he would begrudgingly let you do it after you begged him but he would get free at the first opportunity and switch things up.

Date:

He’s terrible at showing up in that way, to him asking you over to eat and spend the night together is as far as it goes.

Song during:

She keeps me up - Nickelback

Oral:

4/10

Not the greatest at it but loves when you ride his face. He will fingerbang you.

Abel🌻:

Favorite place to do the deed:

A romantic suite during a vacation.

To be fair, Heaven is always on vacation, but he isn’t because of his duties. So when he gets real time off he loves to take off with you into a place full of relaxation and quality time, it’s really during those times that you can see truly just how horny and kinky he can get and it surprises you every time, not just his skill but his stamina as well.

Favorite type of outfit:

He loves very feminine clothes, skirts, dresses, laced and frilly. He goes crazy for a sexy set of white lacy lingerie.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

He knows he leans more towards submissive in bed, so he honestly can’t get enough of you having total control over his body.

Date:

He would take you out to an amusement park even though roller coasters terrify him but he would make sure you are having a good time.

Song during:

Scott and Zalda by BIBI

Oral:

9/10

Really such a giver, if he could die between your thighs he would. He’s the type that would get insanely turned on by the sole act of pleasuring you, if you’re really into it and moan his name enough he could even come in his pants.

Husk🐈‍⬛ :

Favorite place to do the deed:

In a familiar yet comfortable environment, probably at his place, as you snuggle under the blankets watching a movie.

Favorite type of outfit:

He doesn’t have a specific outfit he likes more, what he’s into is the outfit that is going to make you feel the most confident, that’s what’ll get him.

How he’d react if you tied him up:

This man is a yearner. He will do or say what it takes to get you to do what he wants and if he has to beg for it he will.

Date:

His first choice would be a Carnival where he gets to show how skilled he is at literally every game.

Song during:

Too Sweet by Hozier.

Oral :

Excellent 10/10 no notes.

Let’s not forget the man is a service top.

THE END !

Author's note : I've been obsessed with the new version of Dreamer Lover by Jeremy Jordan, it's also quite like listening to Lucifer cause he doesn't change his voice much for the character which is nice.

Thank you for reading everyone, sorry for not posting regularly but it would be a lie to promise it would change.

Bye o/

[swagyalastorwife]

Husk, Blitzo, Sir pentious and Loona x Winged!Sinner!Reader🍺🐍❤️💜

A/n:OMMG THATS SOO CUTEEE🥹🥹

⚠️warning⚠️:nooonnee

Husk🍺

You’re one of the rare demons Husk doesn’t look at with boredom or contempt. Maybe it’s because you can fly

Maybe it’s because when he’s had too much to drink, you’re the one who catches him before he collapses

He always grumbles when you lift him, muttering that you’re doing too much, that you’re not his damn bodyguard… but he never really struggles

And when your wings fold around him wide, warm, protective he goes quiet. Just for a moment

He always ends up resting his head against you, like it’s natural. Like it makes sense that someone would carry him without asking for anything in return

His claws lightly grip your clothes, not to push you away… but to make sure you don’t let go

And even if he’ll never say it out loud, you can tell he stays closer to you than before

Sir pentious🐍

Sir Pentious absolutely ADORES everything about you

Your height? Magnificent. Your wings? Spectacular. Your ability to carry him like he weighs nothing? INCREDIBLE

Of course, he insists you take him flying. He clings to you with excitement, his voice pitching higher with every movement, narrating everything like it’s a groundbreaking scientific discovery

But the moment he truly calms down is when you wrap him in your wings

He freezes…completely

Then, more softly than usual, he starts talking… quieter, less theatrical

As if he’s discovering something he’s never had before being protected without having to impress anyone

And for once, he doesn’t try to escape your embrace

Blitzø❤️

Blitzø pretends he’s not impressed

"Pff, flying? Yeah, okay, cool, I can do that too well, not like that, but still"

Except he takes EVERY opportunity to climb onto you , literally

He loves it when you pick him up out of nowhere, especially in the middle of a mission

He complains, flails, protests… but he’s laughing at the same time

And when you open your wings to wrap around him, he calms down just enough to enjoy it

He’s the type to crack jokes, ruin the moment, say something inappropriate just to keep things from getting too… real

But sometimes, when he thinks you’re not looking, he stays against you a little longer than necessary And he never asks you to stop

Loona 💜

Loona doesn’t ask for anything but she doesn’t refuse either

At first, she growls when you carry her, giving you a look that clearly says "I can walk on my own" Still, she doesn’t get down. And when you gently close your wings around her, she stays still

Her ears twitch slightly a subtle sign that she’s… paying attention

She’s not the type for physical affection. Not the type for cuddles. Not the type to admit she likes it

But with you, it’s different

She leans into you without even realizing it. Her fingers lightly grip you when you’re flying. And when you set her down, she sometimes just stays nearby, like leaving right away would feel… off

She doesn’t say anything. But she always comes back to you

I hooope you liiikee iitt

[wr3nth3rito]

Luck charm 🎲❤||Husk x Overlord!Reader||

Chapter 2: Winning Streak

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Thank you for all the love on the first chapter!

Husker's soul is free in this fic btw

The reader is no specific gender!

Summary: Husk finally gets to sit down and chat with you at the bar, but his curiosity still burns bright as he tries to fish the real secret to your winning streak...

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Husk pulls out a chair, sitting down next to you at the bar, calling the bartender over.

"I'll have the strongest whisky you got back there. You?" Husk asks, looking over at you, awaiting the answer. "I'll have a (Drink Name)." You answer, leaning against the counter as you count the pile of chips you won. Husk nods and orders the drinks, pulling out his wallet and placing the money in front of the bartender.

You and Husk wait as the bartender pours your drinks, sitting in silence for a few seconds.

"So..." Husk mutters nonchalantly, though there's a subtle hint of a playful tone, and you couldn't help but take notice of the mischievous glint in his eye. "You gonna tell me the actual method yet or are you gonna say it's just luck again?" You can't help but chuckle, looking down at him with an amused smirk. He's not easily fooled. You like that. But of course, you aren't crumbling that quickly. "You sure are a curious one. But I promise you, there isn't anything with me except for some money to spend and some hope that I'll win big, love." You answer, watching as your drinks are served to you. You lift up your drink, swirling it around, watching as the (D/C) liquid circled along the walls of the glass before taking a long sip. Husk watched your movements, his smirk still evident on the corner of his lips. He found it entertaining seeing how dedicated you were to keeping your ways a secret...but he couldn't deny the shiver that went up his spine when you called him 'love'. "You're a terrible liar, y'know?" Husk stated, taking a sip of his whiskey, his eyes still locked on you. "I can tell by the way your shoulders stiffen up." He sets down his glass, a cocky look on his face.

You pause mid sip, processing his words. Do your shoulders really tense up like that? You thought to yourself. This guy was smarter than you thought. You quickly clear your throat, a cheeky grin climbing back onto your face to cover your surprise. "Hm...I’m impressed you caught that…you stare at everyone you meet?” You teasingly ask, putting your chin in your free hand’s palm.

A faint blush creeped into Husk’s cheeks, your comment flustering him. He let or a playful scoff, glaring at you half heartedly. “I wasn’t staring.” He responded. “Just…inspecting, we’ll say.” That was so clearly an excuse that even he thought it was weak.

You arch an eyebrow up, not at all convinced. You simply just shrug it off going back to counting your chips. “Whatever you say…” you muttered.

Just then, you hear the sound of someone storming off from something within the casino. You turn your head, spotting what brung the person to such rage. A now empty slot machine…hm. You smirk to yourself, getting ideas.

Husk notices this look, then following your glance. He then understood what you were thinking of, a matching grin crawling onto his face.

“Say…” He stated quietly. “You wanna give me an up close look of this luck of yours in action?”

You turn your head towards him in curiosity, before your grin grew at the suggestion.

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HOLY CHRIST YOU ALL BLEW THE FIRST CHAPTER UP. I’m so thankful for the support you guys have given me and I apologize deeply for how late this is getting out! I just haven’t had as much motivation or time to get to it with school and stuff, but now I will try my best to get chapters out now that school’s over! Again, thank you so much, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

[pink-alien-queen]

Husk and premature ejaculation 💕

God, he has hyped this up for weeks in his mind. He's thought about it so much. Imagined that warm, wet squeeze that his paws can never get quite right.

And then he finally gets inside and his thrusts are so sloppy and uncoordinated. It only takes a few and he's cumming. Buried deep inside.

It startles an embarrassed laugh out of him. His bad for getting himself so worked up and then it was even better than he could've imagined. Who can blame him?

Don’t worry, he can make it up in so many different ways.

[granddaughter-of-shaokahn]

↳ *Whiskey and Claws* ༉‧₊˚✧

Summary:You and Husk are drunk and give in to the lust of your bodies.

Type: Romantic, One-shot

Warning:Nsfw,Drunk Sex,Morning Sex

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It was almost four in the morning at the Hazbin Hotel. The bar was dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glow of the bottles and the red neon sign that read "Closed." You'd drunk too much. You, Husk, and a couple of bottles of hellish whiskey Husk kept under the bar.

Husk was drunker than he'd ever admit. His wings drooped, his hat askew, and his golden eyes glazed over. You weren't doing much better.

"Fuck…" Husk snarled, his voice hoarse, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Why the hell am I still drinking with you?" You grinned and leaned over the bar, bringing your face closer to his.

"Because deep down you like me, grumpy cat." Husk let out a low, drunken laugh. Without warning, he grabbed your shirt with a claw and pulled you in for a kiss. It was an awkward, aggressive, alcohol-fueled kiss. His fangs grazed your lower lip as his tongue hungrily plunged into your mouth.

"Fuck off…" he murmured against your lips, but he didn't pull away.

You both ended up stumbling off the bar. Husk pushed you against one of the high tables, knocking over a couple of glasses that shattered on the floor. He kissed you roughly, growling, while his claws slashed at your shirt without any finesse.

"You're really drunk…" you laughed.

"So are you, idiot," he replied, biting your neck.

He easily turned you around and bent you over the table. His hands slid down your body until he yanked your pants down. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as he rubbed against you. His cock was already hard, thick, and throbbing against your ass.

Husk spat in his hand and prepared you with two clumsy but insistent fingers, growling under his breath.

“Don’t complain later…” he warned, his voice husky.

He lined up and thrust into you in one swift motion. You both let out a loud groan. Husk was big and incredibly hot. He began fucking you with deep, wild thrusts, fueled by the alcohol. The table creaked with each stroke.

“Fuck… you’re tight,” he growled, digging his claws into your hips.

You moaned against the wood, feeling him fill you with each thrust. Husk leaned over your back, biting your shoulder as he sped up. His wings spread slightly with pleasure.

After several intense minutes, he turned you over, lifted you onto the table, and positioned himself between your legs. He kissed you again, slower but just as drunk and desperate. He gripped your cock with his hairy hand and began masturbating you as he penetrated you again.

“I want to see your face when you come,” he murmured, his eyes half-closed.

His thrusts were strong and deep. The wet sound of skin against skin filled the empty bar. Husk was fucking you hard, grunting and muttering curses under his breath every time you squeezed around him.

You were on the edge.

"Husk… I'm going to…" "Come," he ordered huskily, speeding up. You came hard onto your stomach and Husk's chest. He groaned as he felt you clench around his cock, and after a few more brutal thrusts, he came inside you with a long, low groan. You felt him fill you with hot, thick spurts.

Husk collapsed on top of you, panting, still inside. His tail wrapped around your leg.

"This… doesn't mean anything," he mumbled, clearly lying.

You laughed drunkenly and stroked his ear.

"Of course not, cat."

They stayed like that for several minutes, sweaty, sticky, and drunk, lazily kissing on the bar table.

Husk finally lifted his head, a crooked, drunken smile on his face.

“Another round of whiskey?”

[strawb3rrystar]

Go easy on me.

Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggi, Lute, Cherri Bomb, Rosie, Angel Dust, Husk, Lucifer Morningstar, Vox x GN! Reader

Warnings: alludes to nsfw activities (nothing explicit tho), mentions alcohol consumption/being under the influence, vox degrades you and calls you his "pet"

Word count: 1.4k

✰Masterlist

Charlie Morningstar

Never in your lifetime did you ever think you'd be pinned under the notorious princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar. And yet here you are, pinned under her with her hands under your shirt.

Her nails lightly trace over your stomach, down to your navel. Charlie's other hand was planted beside your head as she kissed you passionately. As her fingers reach the waistband of your bottoms, you gasp against her lips sharply.

She pulls back for a moment and looks at you. "Is something wrong?" she asks softly, as if she were afraid of hurting your feelings.

"I... can you go easy on me? I've never really... well, you know. You're the princess of Hell," you answer nervously.

"Oh! Of course, baby!" She places a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I promise you're safe with me."

Vaggi

It felt like Vaggi was trying to devour you with how intensely her lips were moving against yours. The sexual tension between you was growing and had finally snapped. But that left Vaggi extremely pent up and desperate for you.

She accidentally pushes you down onto the bed a little too harshly, causing a small yelp to leave your mouth. Vaggi notices immediately and softens her grip on you.

"Sorry. Too much?" She questions, the desire in her eye softening.

"Yeah, could you go easy on me?" You respond in a light-hearted way.

"Right, I got carried away. Sorry, babe. I just want you so bad," she presses her forehead against yours, "But I can be more gentle for you."

Lute

Lute had you perched in her lap as she made out with your neck. She kisses and bites at your sensitive flesh, keeping a grip on your thighs so you don't squirm too much.

She nips a particularly sensitive spot below your jaw, causing you to moan. Lute squeezes your thighs harder, molding your skin into her palm.

"Mh- Lute!" you gasp, squirming and shifting your hips.

She smacks your ass, growling into your neck, "Stop moving, baby."

"I can't help it- ah!" You're cut off with a whimper involuntarily leaving your throat. Lute had bitten hard onto the sensitive spot on your neck and was now sucking on it harshly.

"Lute... please go easy on me," you say, breathlessly.

She huffs, pulling away from your neck to look at you, "Can't help it when you're squirming around like a brat."

You pull out that adorable pouty face that she can't resist.

"Okay, fine," she rolls her eyes, pulling you down so her thigh is between your legs. "Grind on my thigh, baby."

Cherri Bomb

The wall against your back was vibrating with the bass of the music. Cherri was kissing you, drunkenly. She had called you up at the last minute and asked if you wanted to go to the club with her and her friends. Now here you were, pressed against a wall, slopily making out with your closest friend.

Her hands were on your waist, drawing you in. "You're so hot," she murmurs in between kisses.

Then she bites your bottom lip just a little too hard, and you make a small 'ow!' noise.

"Shit," she pulls away, giving your waist a squeeze, "Did I hurt ya?"

You run your tongue across your lip, feeling the indents from her teeth, "It's okay. But... could you go easy on me?"

Cherri presses a soft kiss on your hurt lip, "Yeah, yeah, I can. Wouldn't want to break ya before I get under those clothes."

She pulls at your waistband for emphasis, letting it snap back against you. "I'm gonna have you screaming my name by the end of the night, though!"

Rosie

Rosie leads you up the stairs of her Emporium in the direction of her private quarters. She held your hand, a smile on her lips. "You know I don't do this for just anyone, right? You're a special one, dear."

She glances down at you with her pitch-black eyes that always seemed to see right into your every thought.

Opening the door to a room, Rosie guides you inside. It was dark; only a faint light was coming in behind the curtains. She grabs your wrist this time and drags you over to the bed.

You stumble and land awkwardly on the mattress. Rosie frowns, "Sorry, dear. Was that too much for you?"

You give her a small nod, "Can you go easy on me?"

Rosie smiles with her razor-sharp teeth, "Of course. Wouldn't want to break a sensitive thing like you."

Angel Dust

Angel had never known what a healthy relationship looked like. That's why being with you felt surreal. Your gentle touches felt like a soft tingle all over him that he didn't want to end anytime soon.

He was eager and hungry for your love, maybe a little bit too much sometimes.

You had promised to take things slow, so this was the first time you had sex in your relationship, and Angel was a little bit ravenous. He was touching you like there was still a camera, and acting in a manner that he had described to you before. His work persona.

When Angel realized you weren't giving back the same amount of energy, he felt embarrassed. Sure, he could tell you were into it, but why didn't you have him pinned down already?

"Is something wrong, sweet stuff?" He asks, pulling away from your lips.

"You know you don't have to act like you're still at work, right?" You respond, "You can just take it easy, Angel."

He swallows, frowning a little, "Sorry, old habits die hard, I guess. I'll take it slow from now on, though. Go easy on ya' for now..." He grins mischievously before diving back into your lips.

Husk

Husk had invited you to have a couple of drinks with him at the hotel's bar, and you were definitely feeling it now. The slight buzz you were feeling earlier was in full effect now as Husk kissed you, his fingers sliding under your shirt.

He had taken you back up to your room when he noticed that you had had enough to drink. In the spur of the moment, while he was about to leave, you drunkenly kissed him. And to your surprise, he kissed you back.

He kisses you like a man starved of real affection for decades. Husk's tail swishes behind him as he lays you down on your bed.

"I should really go..." he starts to say, but you pull him closer to you, back to your lips. Your mouth against his is messy and uncoordinated, but Husk loves it. He loves how needy you are for him, even in your haze.

He moves down to your neck and nips it with a little more force than he intended. "Go easy on me, please," you drunkenly mumble.

"Always," he responds, moving his hand to grip yours and giving it a small squeeze.

Lucifer Morningstar

The date was going perfectly, dinner was good, Lucifer made you a rubber duck with the design of you, and now you were curled up on the couch cuddling. "I hope you liked my gift," he says shyly, looking for reassurance.

"It's perfect, Luci." You give him a small kiss, and he lights up like the stars.

"Well, if you liked that, then you should also enjoy what I have planned for you later." His tone takes on a more suggestive note.

You raise an eyebrow and lean against his shoulder, "I hope it doesn't involve ducks that look like me."

Lucifer chuckles, then leaves kisses all over your face. When he's done, he smiles, "What would make you think that?"

You playfully roll your eyes, "Hmm, I have no idea." The both of you laugh, holding each other closer.

"As long as you go easy on me, then I guess it's okay," you say.

Vox

Your eyes adjusted to the dim lights as Vox led you into his room. All the flowery words he said to butter you up were making your head spin, and he had you right where he wanted you.

Vox leads you over to the bed without a word. You expect him to tell you to sit down, but instead he sits on the bed himself. He looks you up and down as if inspecting your very soul.

"Get on your knees," he commands.

You hesitate for a second before descending onto your knees in front of him, in between his legs.

Vox grins, "Good pet. Just sit there and look pretty for me."

He places his hand on your head, grabbing your scalp with a force that makes you jolt.

"Please, go easy on me," you mumble, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He tilts your head back slightly as he starts to unbuckle his belt, "If you're a good pet, maybe I will consider it."

Star's notes -> Can you tell I started writing this two months ago?

(Thank you, @bluaxolot1 for requesting!)

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[hazbinshusk]

husk x afab!reader. you're at the end of your rope; you haven't been able to sleep in three days and it's driving you insane. Laying in your bed staring at the ceiling for one more minute might kill you, so you drag yourself down into the staff lounge instead. And who do you find there but hell's favourite bartender, who might just be able to help. for @siempreminta. 1.4k.

prompt: I can't sleep. I've tried everything.

featuring: fluff, husk having inappropriate thoughts, references to sex.

Husk has a remarkable ability to take just about anything short of a surprise extermination in stride, sexual harassment from Hell’s favourite porn star notwithstanding.  So, when you wandered dejectedly into the newly built staff lounge and flop down onto one of the sofas, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong. No, he goes on nursing the bottle he’s being swigging from, and it’s kind of exactly why you decided this was a safe change of scenery from your bed.

You bury your face deep in the sofa cushion and miss the way Husk’s ears perk up at your entrance, at the way the corner of his mouth twitches upward when you groan pathetically into the couch. He still takes the time to sling back another few mouthfuls of paint thinner and pour another few fingers of it into an actual glass before he abandons the bottle and rounds the bar, approaching you on quiet feet.

“You good, kid?”

You groan again, voice muffled by the couch. “…No.”

Husk finds himself caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, and he raises a brow when you don’t elaborate. “Y’know, unburdenin’ yourself to the bartender only works if ya… actually talk. I’m guessin’ that’s why you’re in here since you ain’t much of a drinker.”

You tilt your head enough to peek up at him with one eye, and Husk trains his expression into one of casual disinterest. “C’mon. You don’t wanna hear another person complaining about shit you don’t wanna fix, Husk.”

The bartender shrugs a shoulder, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Might. Depends on the one complainin’.”

You feel a smile touch your lips despite yourself, and you turn your head back into the couch cushion to hide it. “It’s not nearly exciting as what you get from Angel—”

“Thank fuckin’ Christ,” Husk interrupts with a snort. He clears his throat awkwardly in the next moment, telling himself that that particular reaction was due to him being tired of hearing about crazy, occasionally violent sex and not because the idea of hearing about you fucking someone else made his gut twist uncomfortably in a way he didn’t like to think about. “I jus’ mean… there’s only so many stories you can hear about all the ways a sex swing can malfunction before ya wanna take a bullet to the frontal lobe.”

You snort, still not raising your head. “And now I’m suddenly glad I’ve never tried one.”

Husk closes his eyes for a moment against the sudden image that statement conjures in his mind. Pictures of you suspended, legs spread invitingly, level with his…

He quickly banishes the thought with a hasty mouthful of bourbon, letting the liquid linger in his throat long enough to burn. He coughs slightly before speaking, his voice rough. “So, you got my ear. An’ my curiosity. Might as well use it.”

You push yourself up, turning to sit properly on the couch. You give him a dry, teasing look, and he forces his eyes not to dip down to your chest when he notices you aren’t wearing a bra under the tank top you have on. Instead, he keeps his gaze trained determinedly on your face, and he instead takes in the deep circles under your eyes. “You know what they say about cats and curiosity, Husk.”

“Can it,” he retorts, and you let a soft giggle slip past your lips despite yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly. “C’mon, kid. Out with it.”

You heave a sigh.

“I can’t sleep,” you admit. “I’ve tried everything.”

“That’s it?”

You feel a self-deprecating smile touch your lips. Your whole face feels fuzzy, and even though your eyelids droop, you know they won’t stay closed long. “I’ve barely slept in three days. Like, two… maybe three hours, tops. And if I have to face one more morning of Charlie’s insane brand of positivity like this, I might pitch myself off the roof tomorrow.”

“That bad, huh?” Husk says, and you nod. Your bottom lip curls in a pout, and the bartender, bites the inside of his cheek at the sight of it. He finishes his drink, and without it, he feels awkward standing there in front of you. Without anything else to do, he sets the glass on the coffee table and takes a seat beside you. He leaves about a foot between the two of you, and Christ, is he aware of it. “I probably got a whiskey back there that’d knock you out for a few hours. Though the hangover might kill ya.”

You scoff a laugh, letting your head fall back against the top of the sofa. You stare up at the ceiling as you try in vain to suppress a yawn. “The sad thing is, I’m actually tempted.”

“Christ, things are fuckin’ dire,” he drawls. Husk hesitates for a long moment, his sympathy for you warring with every other part of him that was screaming ‘no’. But there was that fucking pout again, and something in that cold stone of a heart of his had him talking before he even realised he’d opened his mouth. “C’mere.”

Your eyes snap open, and you look at him, confused. “What?”

Husk’s jaw ticks, and he fights back the urge to rub a paw over his face. “I—” he sighs heavily. “It’s fuckin’ stupid… somethin’ about cats are supposed to help ya sleep. It’s bullshit, and I ain’t—”

“You’d do that for me?”

Husk stops short at the soft words, the surprise in your question. You almost sound… touched. He swallows, then nods. His wings stretch slightly before resettling behind him, and he lifts an arm awkwardly in invitation.

You dither for a moment, uncertain, before you shift, scooting yourself closer to his side. Husk wraps his arm tentatively around your shoulders and you sink into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Husk’s posture is stiff at that first contact, but he feels you sigh as you sink into his soft fur, and he forces himself to relax. He exhales, long and slow, and you shift, tucking your cheek against his chest. You raise a hand cautiously, tentatively wrapping an arm around him, your hand resting on his stomach. You feel him twitch under the touch, and you move to withdraw your touch, an apology blooming on your lips.

“No,” Husk says softly, his paw catching your hand before you can pull it away. His hand eclipses yours, and he leads it back to the soft fur of his stomach. “’s okay… whole point is that you’re comfortable.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be,” you mutter.

Husk clears his throat as he feels your fingers curl in the fur there. Your nails just barely graze his stomach, and he closes his eyes at the touch, trying to ignore the heat it sends swirling through his belly, up into his chest, the back of his neck. “’m fine.”

As if to prove his point, a soft, rumbling purr sounds in his chest, just below your ear, and Husk swallows back a blush. You raise your head, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you—”

“Don’t,” Husk says, embarrassed. “For the sake of the one fuckin’ crumb of pride I got left…”

You giggle, resting your head on his chest again. Your fingers start that slow rub of his fur again, and the purring grows louder. You close your eyes, and Husk tightens his arm around you slightly. “’kay.”

There’s a long, quiet stretch between the two of you, where you’re lulled by the beat of his heart and the rumbling in his chest. Husk lets his own eyes close, turns his head to rest his chin against the crown of your head. You’re so warm against him, and your fingers continue their slow caress against his stomach. He can feel them pause, then start again; it’s as though the further you drift from consciousness you keep restarting, as though you want to be touching him this way. You shift slightly against him, burying your face deeper into his chest.

“…Is this helpin’?” he murmurs, so quietly. “Or am I makin’ a fool of myself for nothin’?”

You don’t answer, your breathing deep and even as you finally sleep.

"Bit of both, then."

Husk allows himself a small smile and, ignoring every part of him that says he shouldn’t, presses a soft, fleeting kiss to your brow before he too, closes his eyes.

[jinxedjynxx]

Vox X EMT/paramedic f!reader

Like Vox getting badly injured in a fight with Alastor or something and calling the hell equivalent of 911 and having reader take care of him, like "sir, how did you survive that?"

and Vox finds Reader kinda cute and is trying to flirt with reader while she is oblivious to it and/or just trying to focus on patching him up in the ambulance so he doesn't die of blood loss or something before they can get him to a hospital

i just think that'd be neat :)

(yes I did get this idea after binging electricc-medic's videos on YouTube, you should watch his videos they are really cool)

☆ OH this is a juicy one

★ Thank you for your patience, Galaxia!!! <3

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࿔˚⋆✮⋆˙ Vox x EMT Reader ˙⋆✮⋆˚࿔

☆ WORD COUNT: 2, 609

★ Written with Fem!Reader in mind but could probs be read as GN :)

☆ SUMMARY: Reader is called to retrieve a very injured Vox after an encounter with Alastor. But even in bad shape, he can't help but flirt with reader every chance he gets.

★ WARNINGS: Mentions of blood + wounds, some sexual innuendos + tension particularly near the end, I don't know ANYTHING about the medical or technology field so just go with it, not proofread (SORRY)

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✮⋆˙ Before we begin!! ˙⋆✮

☆ I don’t believe it’s been confirmed whether Vox is entirely mechanical/robotic, so I’m going off the assumption/headcanon that he is a mixture of both technology and organic body parts. (If this has been confirmed anywhere PLEASE send me a link!!!!)

★ This means Reader is more of a technician/engineer as well as a paramedic!!!! (VoxTek LOVES women in STEM)

☆ I imagine she also works for the company as well. Vox probably wouldn’t trust the usual paramedics because of his technological intricacies, and also because he thinks he’s “above them”. 

★ ALSO please let me know if you have any other thoughts or headcanons about Vox’s bodily anatomy! I’m really curious :) 

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The call came in at precisely 5:02pm. Two minutes after you’d clocked off for the day—or so you foolishly thought. 

Barely five minutes later you were in the back of a VoxTek branded ambulance speeding down Pengatram City’s hellish streets. 

When you pulled up, Valentino’s grumbled Spanish could be heard even in the back of the vehicle as you feverishly rushed around to jump out of the back. Upon the two doors being swung open, you were greeted with the overlord’s angry face. 

“About fuckin’ time!” Valentino hissed. 

You scoffed and pushed past him. “Where is he?”

Valentino only gestured off to the side, where Velvette was crouched by Vox, not-so-sneakily taking selfies with her injured associate. You rushed over, Velvette scoffing at getting brushed aside, and knelt down beside him. Your eyes immediately caught on the large red patches of blood that seeped through the layers of his suit. 

“He–ey, sweetheart.” He glitched. “This is a li—itle embarrassing.” 

“Fucking hell...” You cursed under your breath just as your coworker arrived with the bed. Together, the two of you hoisted him on top and you rolled him into the back of the ambulance. Vox grumbled the entire time about not needing the help but he made no move to refuse assistance. 

It was unusual to see Vox in such a vulnerable position; stuck on the bed and completely reliant on your hard-earned skills to keep his systems running. His hat tilted backwards, falling off his head and hitting the bed as he tried to cock his screen to the side so he could look at you. His smirk  was glitched out and he watched you with piercing red eyes. 

“How am I lo—oking, doc?” 

You startled a little at his voice and your frantic mind took a second to catch up with you. 

“Not good.” You said bluntly, eyes flicking over the red stains in his clothing. It pooled in his abdomen and shoulder, having trickled down his right arm and had already begun to colour the white sheets beneath him. 

“Just what I li—ike to hear.” 

He followed your gaze and raised a brow—or, well, tried to. It was hard to see when his screen flickered and he laid flat like that. You pretended not to notice the look he gave you and started on removing the layers of his suit, to which he all but revelled in. 

“Woah—woah! Take a ma—n out to di—inner first!” 

You bit the inside of your cheek to refrain from cursing him out, working on trying to stop the red that only seemed to darken the closer you got to the wound. Couldn’t he just shut up and let you do your job? You took a small blade and tore it clean through the middle of his clothes to give you easier access to his torso. 

“Ha—ang oN!”

He tried to protest as you ripped his once-white shirt open to reveal the dark blue of his skin and immediately applied pressure on the gaping wound. A pained groan vibrated in his throat, glitching his systems even further. His claws clutched onto the bed, tearing through the sheets and thin mattress. 

Blood seeped through your gloved hands, running down your knuckles as it trickled through the gaps in your fingers and left a trail of crimson in its wake. By now, the vehicle was well on its way back to Vee Tower, and you were getting increasingly worried as the blood didn’t seem to slow down.

“Fu—uck.” Vox hissed to himself. “Y’know, if I we—ren’t dying, this wo—ould be pretty hot.” He attempted a chuckle, but it proved to be too painful, ending in a slight whimper. 

You shot him an unimpressed look. His life was literally in your hands and he was cracking inappropriate jokes. With a shake of your head you turned your attention back to the matter at hand. 

Quickly, you removed one of your hands and fumbled with your supplies until you found something to soak up the blood with. You held the pressure as firmly as you could and flicked your eyes over the rest of his body to try and identify if there were any other areas of concern. Luckily, it seemed it was only the one bad injury. His code would be a pain to fix up later, though. 

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By the time the ambulance reached Vee Tower’s hospital wing, the bleeding appeared to have slowed down to a manageable rate. A couple of the other nurses rushed out to aid in getting him out of the back and into the hospital as quickly as possible. You remained by his side, keeping a steady hand on his wound. 

As the bed was rolled into the clinic’s emergency department, you heard the faint sound of foreign curses growing louder. It seemed Valentino was already somewhere in the building getting tended to as well. You also picked up on a low staticky sound that pulled at your brows slightly. The lights flickered as the you and the nurses rushed Vox down the hallway, and the usual hum of electricity throughout the building faltered. The cooling system spluttered, the chill airflow stopping and starting up again. 

In a matter of minutes, your station was set up and the other nurses left. Although it was just you and Vox in the room once more, you knew you had a team on standby in case things went sideways. 

You got to work on preparing his injury for stitches, biting on the inside of your lip as you worked. Though, you were acutely aware of Vox’s gaze trained on your every move. 

“Has anyo—one ever told you that you b—ite your lip when you’re focus—sed?” Vox piped up. He attempted to prop himself up on his elbows but you pushed him back down with a huff. A smug look took over his features at the action. 

“It’s cute.” He buzzed. “You’re cute.” 

Your movements faltered ever so slightly. If you weren’t literally stitching him up he wouldn’t have known. But he certainly felt the way your fingertips lingered on his skin for the briefest of moments. 

“That’s a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?” You replied casually. You didn’t bother to look over at him and instead focused on threading the suture through his skin. 

“I’m the bos—s, swee—eetheart.” His voice lagged a little and you tried to stop the amusement that threatened to pull the corners of your mouth up. 

“Not right now, you’re not.” You tied off the stitch and gently rubbed a soothing cream over the stitched skin. His fingers twitched a little at the sensation, and you weren’t sure if it was from sensitivity to your touch or the coolness of the cream. Either way, the sound of his whirring systems was unmissable. To finish, you layered a bandage over the top to protect it. 

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You gathered your notebooks and chucked them in your satchel, then wrapped one of Vox’s arms around the back of your neck whilst you supported him in the middle. He was heavy and grumbled in your ear for most of the trip up to his office, muttering how embarrassing it was for him to be seen like that. Internally, you took pride in seeing him get knocked down a few pegs. 

He insisted that you finish the job in his office, having gotten all the physical injuries out of the way. Although you were skeptical, you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled within you at getting access to all of his technology and advanced systems. You may have had a passion for nursing, but you had an even bigger one for IT. Being able to pursue both at VoxTek made for an easy deal. You couldn’t wait to rub it in Baxter’s face later. 

When you entered his office, you immediately took in the familiar darkness of it all. He’d called you into his office plenty of times before, so being there was nothing new. It was having to help him get into his chair that was the most unfamiliar part. 

He slumped in his chair, holding onto the armrests a bit tighter than normal. It was a stark difference to the usual composed, upright demeanour he usually had whenever you were there.

He directed you around with a glitched voice as to where the cords were, and he vibrated slightly every time you slotted one into the back of his head. His screen was hot beneath your fingers as you gently moved it this way and that to get the cords in right. You tilted his head forward for the last one, and a high-pitched squeal of metal against metal pierced the air once you inserted the final cord into him. You paused, afraid you’d messed something up already. 

“Sir?” You asked cautiously. “Is everything alright?” 

Blue electric sparks flew from him as he tried to compose himself. 

“Ye—es. Ev—Everythi—ing’s fi—ine!” 

You frowned as his glitches grew more intense, and you could only just make out the words beneath the lagged tone. He was only getting worse by the second, and you knew you had to get to work quickly. 

“Okay, I’m going to have to power you off now. Ready?” 

You ran your fingers under the bottom of his monitor until you found the power button. A low noise from his throat was cut short, and you heard the slowness of his systems as they came to a stop. 

You began with inspecting his hardware, replacing burnt or torn wires and fixing any other injuries to his technology. The inner workings of Vox was something that always intrigued you. Seeing that he wasn’t entirely organic nor a robot, you wondered how he would have recovered from battles like that day if you disagreed to work for him. 

As strange as it was, you wanted nothing more than to pull him apart piece by piece to fully understand how technology and biology worked together under his skin. You had a rough idea, sure. Your years spent with the man built your knowledge of how his body works, but even then he never liked to elaborate much. Your questions went unanswered and he would gloss over them like you’d never asked in the first place. 

With his outer workings all patched up, you turned your attention to his software. 

You plugged in your keyboard and mouse, propping your notebooks by your side in case you got stuck. You’d studied all of his systems inside and out, and even helped create some of them as he rose higher in Hell. You knew you wouldn’t need them—you haven’t for years—but it was a comfort knowing the information was readily available for you when Vox wasn’t. 

You quickly got through the usual firewalls and security measures and started working on the broken codes that were interfering with his functionality. The deeper you dug, the worse it got. How he was even still functioning was beyond you. 

The only sound that filled the room was the usual steady hum of technology that surrounded you, the occasional swish of water from Shock.wav, and the tapping of your nails against the keyboard. You found peace in the solitude and calmness of everything. 

Until the pop ups started.  

Little blue text boxes that would try and hide themselves in the corner or blatantly pop up in the middle of the screen. 

U R A Q T <3

U + ME = DINNER ? 

And the worst, when you managed to rebuild a major chunk of his deteriorating code;

GOOD GIRL. 

You muttered to yourself at Vox’s interference, grateful he wasn’t there to witness the warmth blossoming in your cheeks. 

Once satisfied with your work, and after many more inputs from Vox, you initiated the software self-scan to determine whether there were any more issues that went unnoticed within his system. 

Whilst the progress bar inched its way to completion, you turned your attention to his busted up face. The screen was cracked to the point of being almost completely shattered. It threatened to crumble as you swapped the glass out for a fresh, shiny one. And just like that, he looked brand new. Well, almost. 

His suit was still torn, hanging loosely from his shoulders and putting his torso on display from the way his body was slouched in the chair, knees pulling away from each other and spreading his legs open. It was the first time all evening that you really took him in, eyes catching on the chiseled shapes of his torso. The line that defined the middle of his abdomen. The prominence of his collar bones. 

A sudden hot wave washed over you and you had to look away. You were suddenly feeling shy and unwilling to face him. You silently cursed at yourself for feeling that way. Why now? You’ve seen him shirtless countless times before and it never had an effect on you. 

A quiet beep pulled you from your thoughts as the self-check completed and Vox powered himself back on. Your breath caught in your throat as his screen lit up once more in its usual blue, his eyes blinking a few times before he lifted his head to look over at you. 

“There she is.” He grinned and finally found the strength to straighten up in the chair. Without the continuous glitch in his voice, you were once again met with the familiar cockiness of his tone. 

His movements shifted the loose fabric of his clothes, and you had to look away as he did so. You decided to busy yourself with packing up your things. 

“Feeling better?” You asked, not looking him in the eye. 

“Mm.” He hummed. “Much.” 

“Good.” You stuffed your notebooks into your satchel again.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you, but his gaze burned through you. 

“I never got an answer, y’know?” 

You frowned, picking up your keyboard and mouse. “For what?”

There was a noise off to your left, but you ignored it. As you turned to put the remainder of your things in your bag, something snaked around your waist and curled upwards around your body to move your head in Vox’s direction. The wire wasn’t tight on you, but it wasn’t gentle either. 

“Dinner.” He replied. 

“Huh?” Your face flushed, and you hated the way his smirk widened at the sight. 

“Let me take you out.” He said simply, tilting his head and leaning on his hand. “As a thank you.” 

“Wh—Vox, I don’t think…” You stuttered over your words for a second, but he cut you off. 

“Or maybe you’d prefer… other forms of gratitude?” 

A jolt of adrenaline ran straight through your body and your eyes widened for a moment. 

“Sir, with all due respect, you’re still injured.” You gestured at his bandaged abdomen. “You should be resting.” 

He shrugged. “I can make it work.” Then he leaned back in his chair again, giving you a view of his lap once more. The thought of what he was implying made your head spin.

“Besides, if anything happens you can just stitch me back up again.” He winked.

You let out a breath, but it came out shakier than you intended. “That’s really not a risk you would like to take. You barely survived as it was.” 

He chuckled lowly. “Well, isn’t it lucky that I’m in good hands?” 

You wriggled your way out of the wire and picked up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. 

“Please rest up, Sir. If there are any issues, please don’t hesitate to call me.” 

“Oh, I won’t.” He purred.

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Lowkey thinking about a part 2.... Vox calls reader into his room... it's an 'emergency'... reader has to watch out for his wound.... mmm.... vox is so pathetic but so dominant....

WHAT WHO SAID THAT

anyway

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Meeting him in life and then the after life~ (W/Vox)

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Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst, manipulation, mental breakdown

Warning: death, angst, killing, demon, mental illness.

Summary: Long story, fluffy, but kinda angst-filled scenarios where you meet him in the afterlife- (some stuff is changed a bit to fit). Can be read as Woman reader, GN reader, Male reader.

Vox x reader💜

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Vox

The newsroom was a chaotic hive of buzzing lights and clattering keyboards, the kind of place where ambition hung in the air thicker than the dust on the old studio cameras. You stepped in holding a stack of folders, nerves fluttering in your stomach like trapped birds.

The station manager called for attention.

“This is our new intern,” he announced. “Smart. Overqualified. Don’t scare them off.”

You smiled politely, offering a small wave.

That was when Vincent looked up.

He had been leaning over his keyboard half-asleep, hair messy, tie crooked, attitude sharp as a live wire. But the moment he saw you, something in him sharpened.

Not attraction.
Not lust.

Recognition.

As though he’d been waiting for someone like you without even knowing it.

Your posture, confident but warm…
Your eyes, bright with intelligence…
The quiet way you took in the entire room in a single sweep…

Vox sat up straighter without meaning to.

Oh, he thought.
you’re different.

You ended up at his desk by accident, delivering documents from the manager.

He blinked, surprised.

“Oh—uh—thanks,” he stammered, straightening his tie so quickly it almost slapped him.

You smiled. “You’re Vincent, right? Your reporting on the harbor pollution was really amazing.”

His mind blanked.

No one complimented him.
No one believed in him.
No one cared.

But you did.

And that made something dangerous spark inside his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, softer than he meant to.

He watched you walk away, unable to look anywhere else.
He replayed your voice in his head until the end of the day.

Two weeks later, you were paired with him for a low-budget environmental segment.

You arrived holding your notebook, and the moment you saw the topic—shark behavior—you lit up.

“Oh! I love sharks!” you said, excited and completely unselfconscious.

Vox froze.

You… loved sharks?
Then he loved sharks.

Immediately. Permanently.

He cleared his throat, trying to hide how flustered you made him.

“Well,” he said, “you’re in luck. We’re… uh… diving deep into shark lore today.”

You giggled.

He nearly combusted.

During interviews, you were dazzling:

Asking smarter questions than the senior reporters.
Connecting data points he didn’t even see.
Diving into marine science with enthusiasm he envied.

When you leaned over him to show a graph, your hair brushed his cheek.
You didn’t notice.

He did.

His lungs stuttered.

Your mind was brilliant — sharp enough to cut through the room’s ego-laden fog. He felt himself drawn to you, not because of kindness, but because you were intelligent, passionate, and unquestionably alive in a way he wasn’t.

He wanted to impress you.

He wanted you to see him as more than the rookie everyone laughed at.

And for the first time in his life, the hunger for fame mixed with something deeper:

A hunger for you.

That night, Vox couldn’t stop thinking about the way your face lit up when discussing sharks.

So he stayed until 4 AM creating a new pitch:

“Shark Week.”

An entire broadcast event.
Part science.
Part spectacle.
All for you.

He could already imagine your delighted smile.

But the station manager shut him down instantly.

“Ridiculous idea. You’re too new. No one knows you.”
“We’re not wasting money on your fish obsession.”
“No one cares about sharks.”

The rejection burned.

But then he remembered your excitement.

Your voice.
Your passion.

And something in him twisted into resolve.

“If the world won’t give me fame,” he murmured to himself in the empty studio, “I’ll take it.”

Because you believed in him — even a little — and that tiny bit of validation was enough to ignite a wildfire.

You weren’t there when it happened.

A senior reporter who mocked Vox for his “dumb ideas” mysteriously went missing his partner soon left the station in grief.

Vox watched from the shadows, hands in his coat pockets, eyes cold.

It didn’t feel wrong.

It felt… strategic.

And when the station promoted him to fill the gap, you congratulated him with a soft smile.

“I knew you’d move up,” you said sweetly. “You’re talented, Vincent.”

Your words echoed in his bones.

You were the only person in the world who believed in him.

And he wanted more.

Late-night editing sessions.
Shared takeout boxes.
Walking home together after shoots.

You didn’t know how much those moments meant.

Once, during an especially long editing night, you reached out to adjust a lock of hair falling into his eyes.

“You should sleep,” you teased. “You’re overworking again.”

His breath hitched.

He replayed the moment on the security camera feed a dozen times later.
Saved it.
Memorized it.

You didn’t see him differently. Not yet.

But he saw you as everything.

After a year of this cycle repeating

Your fanbase—because you were so bright, charismatic, sharp—grew quickly, along side Vox’s fanbase, though yours a bit slower it was still there. People loved you on camera. They enjoyed your reports.

Some liked you too much. Others believed you were a blemish on Vox’s perfect career.

A deranged fan slipped into the studio offices one night while Vox was live on air.

You found him rummaging through Vox’s office.

“What are you doing?” you asked calmly.

The man whirled around, wild-eyed.

“You don’t deserve him,” he snarled.
“You’re distracting him—he could be perfect without you—he needs ME.”

You backed up slowly.

“Let’s talk about this—”

He didn’t let you finish.

By the time the broadcast wrapped, Vox was laughing with the crew, wiping makeup from his cheeks, unaware that the love of his life was bleeding out in the offices, only 30 steps behind them.

He didn’t find out until morning.

He tried walking into work, humming, coffee in hand, ready to see you.

And instead, the entire lobby went silent.

No one could go up to the top floor.

And there were… cops, detectives.

Why Vox thought

Faces pale.
Eyes red.
Voices hushed.

The manager approached him with tears in his eyes.

“Vincent… I’m so sorry.”

Vox’s smile faltered.

“What are you talking about? Where’s—”

He never finished the sentence.

They didn’t need to say your name.

He felt it.
Like the world split open under his feet.

After the investigation ended the offices were throughly cleaned. Then a whole day later everyone was finally allowed to enter the top floor

It was haunting.

The night after your death, Vox slept in the studio.

Your coffee mug sat on the desk.
Your notebook lay open with your neat handwriting.
Your shark keychain glinted in the corner where you dropped it during the struggle.

He touched it gently.

It was still warm — or maybe he imagined that.

The security footage played on loop, the cold grayscale image of your final moments flickering on the screen.

He watched it.
Then he watched it again.
And again.

And again.

Not crying.

Just sitting very, very still.

A strange, hollow certainty settled over him:

You didn’t want him to fail.
You wanted him to rise.
You wanted him to be loved.
Worshipped, even.
So no one would ever hurt him again.

His mind twisted this belief into holy scripture.

If he became powerful — untouchably famous — he would honor your memory.

And so began the ascension.

Every competitor “accidentally” slipped, choked, fell, drowned, or simply vanished.

Every critic mysteriously disappeared.

Every reporter who doubted him died.

And Vox rose.

Ratings soared.
Fans multiplied.
Executives bowed.

Your shark documentary pitch — the one they mocked — became his most successful segment of the year.

Then he created something even bigger.
Something he whispered to your memory every night:

“Shark Week… for you.”

But power wasn’t enough.
Fame wasn’t enough.
Nothing brought you back.

And without you, the world felt wrong.

So he built something new.

The Cult

He didn’t call it a cult.

He called it a “fan club.”

At first.

But then they started praying to him.
Worshipping him.
Begging for his attention.

And he let them.

Because he convinced himself you would have wanted people to love him.
To appreciate him.
To understand him.

And if the world didn’t love him willingly…
they would love him through
fear.

At every meeting, he spoke of you.

Not by name — he refused to sully your memory with their unworthy ears.

But he spoke of “the guiding light”
“the one who believed in me”
“the one I must please”
“the one whose wish I must fulfill.”

His cult believed it was some metaphoric muse.

They didn’t know the truth:

You were the only thing he ever truly loved.
And you were gone.

After many years of success he was nearing his final plan.

Delusion made a beautiful mirror and Vox could never stop looking into it.

He became a god to the desperate—
and a monster to everyone else.

And in the end, poetic and pathetic,

in front of his followers, his believers
he died by a falling TV —
electrocuted by the same tools he gathered worshipers with.

Electricity surged through his body.

Through the water.

He didn’t scream.

He smiled.

Because in the split second before darkness swallowed him, he thought:

If there is an afterlife…
maybe your there.

The world flashed white.

Then black.

And Hell opened for another sinner.

Now Your Rise in Hell,

You didn’t experience Hell the way others did.

You arrived in a swirl of fear, grief, and disorientation — but you adapted fast.

You had always been smart.

But in Hell?

Your intelligence became something supernatural.

You could read demons the way you used to read interview subjects:

One glance told you their motives.
Their fears.
Their lies.
Their breaking points.

They couldn’t manipulate you.

But you could manipulate them.

You stayed kind — that never changed — but now your kindness had teeth.

You became a strategist.
A tactician.
A shadow ruler.

And eventually, you did the impossible:

You built a territory.
You built a following.
You built power.

But you didn’t lead it yourself.

You chose a pawn.
A charismatic demon who owed you everything.
He became the “overlord.”
You were the mastermind.
The invisible hand behind the throne.

Your intelligence became your superpower.
Your anonymity became your protection.

No one in Hell suspected the truth…

Not even the Vees. You guided your region with a strange merciful logic.
Helped the weak.
Manipulated the cruel.
Maintained peace.

When Charlie’s message reached your ears—

Charlie’s message spread through all of Hell like wildfire:

“REDEMPTION IS POSSIBLE.”

A chance for redemption?

Demons laughed.

You did not.

You walked straight to the hotel.

You approached her smiling, polite, wearing a simple outfit that hid the truth of your power.

“I want to try,” you told her.

Charlie grabbed your hands, ecstatic.

“You’ll fit right in! I promise!”

She had no idea who you really were.

And neither Charlie nor Vaggie realized they’d just welcomed a hidden Overlord into their home.

You hid your power expertly.

Smiled gently.
Helped with chores.
Offered advice.
Never boasted.
Never bragged.
Never revealed your throne.

No one knew your true identity.

No one could figure it out.

You liked it that way.

And for a while—
you felt almost human again.

The moment Vox appeared in the hotel lobby to interview Charlie, static hummed around him, orbs glowing behind the screens of his face—

You didn’t react.

You didn’t recognize him.

But he…

He froze.

Stuttered.

Glitched.

Like a corrupted file.

You.

You were here.

Alive.

No it’s not possible.

You’re gone, this is just some worthless sinner.

Vox thought
He stopped trusting reality a long time ago.

He only watched you.

Even if that’s not truly you, he couldn’t help but stare in a trance.

His shadows glitched whenever you walked by.

And you — with your intelligence — sensed immediately that something was wrong with him.

He couldn’t help it but now wasn’t the time he had a plan and nothing can get in the way.

He would still keep his eyes on you, but his mind was already so far gone after years of hell and the betrayal of the one man he felt he had true friendship with.

Now you’re so close, yet so far.

He couldn’t even tell it was you.

How could the hotel have someone so…similar to you.

Vox’s rage grew to its breaking point.

He finally felt like he had to act and he did.

Everything he’s done has only ever been for you.

Yet you still can’t see it.

He thought maybe if I became a REAL god like you’ve always wanted for me, maybe then you’ll see me like before.

And thus he planned to take over hell and heaven for his one true love YOU.

Vox had been planning this stunt for years.

Every PR stunt.
Every alliance.
Every “collaboration” with Camille Carmine — the woman whose tech genius rivaled Heaven’s weaponry.

But this time, he didn’t hide it from the Vees.

He wanted witnesses.

He wanted all of Hell to see.

Because this wasn’t just about winning.

It was about destiny.

Your destiny.

His destiny.

And the destiny of anyone who had ever dared to touch what he loved.

He brought every overlord, every ranking sinner, every major player in Hell and every guest of Charlie’s hotel to the base of the Vees’ tower, where a gigantic spire of angelic-steel machinery pulsed with violent, celestial light.

The sky glowed gold and white, unnaturally bright.

At the top of the spire, massive angelic power cells hummed.

“Just like you requested,” Camilla carmine the creator said dryly. “Enough stored charge to wipe out the entire southern pentagram. One push of that button, and it’s all gone.”

Vox smiled.

“This isn’t destruction,” he murmured. “It’s salvation.”

Valentino raised a brow.
Velvet ignored his weird antics.

The crowd murmured with awe and fear.

And above them, the machine roared to life.

The moment the angel-killing beam began cycling power, Charlie swooped in, wings unfurled in panic.

“Vox! STOP!” You shouted over the crackling thunder. “You can’t do this! You’re going to kill thousands — including yourself!”

Vaggie aimed her spear.

Alastor, smiling with cold amusement, rested his cane on the ground and watched like it was theater.

“Do continue,” he teased Vox. “Nothing delights me more than hubris.”

Vox ignored them.

His eyes — his entire screen-face — glowed with unstable static.

“Stay out of this,” he hissed. “You don’t understand what this is for.”

Charlie steadied herself.
“I understand enough. You’re hurting. You’re scared. But this isn’t the answer—”

“This is destiny!” Vox snapped.
He jabbed a finger toward the glowing tower.
“This beam ends them. All of them. Heaven will never hurt Hell again. And I will finally avenge—”

He stopped.

His voice cracked.

He refused to say your name in front of them.

The hotel team pushed forward.
Alastor’s shadows twisted and clawed at the tower’s base.

Vox fought viciously — screens shattering, static shrieking, black lightning erupting from his arms — but he was outnumbered.

With every blow, every push, every flash of celestial fire—

He felt it:

He was losing.

He staggered backward, glitching.
His aura flickered.
The beam wavered.

“No… no… NOT AGAIN!” Vox roared.

He had Shock.wav but it wasn’t enough.

The machine’s entire core surged dangerously, glowing too bright to look at.

Alastor’s smile twitched.

Charlie’s eyes widened.

“Vox, DON’T!” She screamed.

But Vox only laughed — a broken, grieving laugh.

“If I can’t win…
if I can’t avenge you…
if I can’t fix what the world took from me…
then I’ll burn it ALL.”

He reached to overload the machine.

The beam screamed, a single note that shook Hell’s foundations.

And then—

Reality thinned around the edges.

The static of his machine warped into a familiar silhouette.

You stepped through the crackling blue light, calm, steady, eyes soft.

Not as the naive human he once loved.

But as the strong independent person you became in Hell.

Strong.
Perceptive.
A quiet storm in human form.

Your voice was gentle when you spoke:

“Vincent.”

Vox froze.

The entire tower trembled with him.

His static stuttered.
His grip loosened.
His face flickered between three different emotional presets because none could handle what he was feeling.

“Y-You…” he whispered hoarsely.
“You’re… you’re really—”

“Yes,” you said softly.
“I’m here.”

Charlie stepped back, stunned.
Vaggie lowered her spear.
Even Alastor tilted his head, intrigued.

But your eyes never left Vox.

You moved closer, slow enough not to startle him.

“I know why you built this,” you said.
“And I know why you think you have to do this.”

His screen glowed, bright with terror and longing.

“This is my destiny,” he insisted weakly.
“My purpose. To protect your memory. To avenge—”

You cut him off with a whisper:

“I never wanted vengeance, Vincent.
Not for me.
Not for anything.”

His static crackled painfully.

You reached for him — gently cupping the edges of his screen-face the way you used to tilt his chin during late-night editing sessions.

“I loved you,” you said.
“And on the night I died… the only thing I wished for was your happiness.
Your success.
Your long, bright career doing what you loved.”

His breath hitched.

Static blurred.

You kept speaking:

“I didn’t wish for destruction.
I didn’t wish for war.
And I never, ever wanted you to die again.”

Tears — actual pixelated tears — began leaking down the corners of his screen.

He trembled under your touch.

“And I’m so sorry,” you whispered.
“Sorry for leaving you.
Sorry for the pain you carried alone.
Sorry that you thought you had to turn into this monster… for me.”

Vox’s hands shook as he reached toward you.

“I-I only wanted to be strong enough to keep you safe,” he choked.
“To make sure no one could ever take you from me again.”

You leaned your forehead gently against the glass of his face.

“And I wanted you to live.”

Your hand slid down.

To hold gently him.

The machine powered down.

The screaming light dulled.

The tower fell silent.

Vox collapsed to his knees, sobbing into your chest, the static of his body quiet and warm under your hands.

Charlie exhaled in relief.
Vaggie lowered her weapon fully.
Even Alastor chuckled low.

The angel beam slowly darkened until it was nothing but silent metal.

You stroked Vox’s screen softly.

“It’s over,” you murmured.
“You don’t have to fight anymore.
Not for me.
Not for anyone.”

He shook as he whispered:

“Please don’t leave again.”

You rested your cheek against his face.

“I won’t.”

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Hello!! Thank you so much to everyone who reads my stories I appreciate it!! I love the support I’ve never received this many likes and honestly thank you sooo much 💜💜🫶🏽 so I made this story longer as a thank you!!! Thank you again!!!

[6esiree]

𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐖: Nothing worth worrying about, just soft, fluffy headcanons that involve the way Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, and Abel touch you, embrace you, kiss you — you know, all that fun, domestic kind of stuff

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫:

• He grabs your cheeks with his thumb and his forefinger to give your face a light, playful shake.

• He embraces you with one hand cradling the top of your head, the other on the small of your back, cheek pressed to your temple.

• He bumps his nose against yours, moving it back and forth, eliciting a giggle out of you.

• He allows you to gently play with his ears, or his tail, if you beg nicely, feigning indifference to your touches, radio filter softly crackling.

• He links his arm with yours, encouraging your hand to hold onto his bicep during a stroll.

• He rarely sleeps, but when he finds that it’s a necessity, he sits next to you and relaxes into your side, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

• He glides his lips against yours, slow, tender, and a bit ghost-like, tongue tentatively grazing yours.

𝐕𝐨𝐱:

• He leans down and invades your personal space to affectionately chuck at your chin.

• He embraces you from behind, chest pushing up against your back and arms winding around your stomach, interlocking his fingers to cage you in.

• He reaches out with a singular finger and boops the tip of your nose, gently zapping you.

• He allows you to whirl his cables around your arms and toy with the antennas on his head, even his crooked one, making his screen staticy.

• He gingerly places his hand on your lower back or your waist, practically guiding you during a stroll.

• He sleeps very, very late, so when he finds you in bed, deep asleep, he carefully clambers into your arms and clings to you, screen against your chest.

• He pushes his lips against yours, quick, confident, and passionate, tongue skillfully caressing yours.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫:

• He traces the side of your face with the back of his hand in a mixture of adoration and appreciation.

• He tackles you in an embrace and jumps into your arms, sending you tumbling back, rolling around with you in a mess of limbs.

• He randomly sneaks up on you and quickly leans in to peck your nose with a kiss.

• He allows you to caress the base of his tail with a closed fist and touch each and every one of his wings, trying not to dissolve into a flustered mess.

• He reaches for your hand, intertlocking your fingers together during a stroll.

• He wraps his legs around your waist and his arms around your chest, hands sprawling open across your back, face buried in the crook of your neck.

• He presses his lips against yours, long, needy, and desperate, tongue eagerly finding yours.

𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥:

• He grabs your face with both hands and pushes your cheeks together to make you look like a fish.

• He dives down and wraps you up in a bone-crushing embrace, lifting you in his arms and falling back, forcing you on top of him.

• He leisurely traces the shape of your nose with his finger before gently flicking the tip.

• He allows you to touch his halo and spread his wings to their full expanse so you can wrap yourself in them like a blanket, making him giggle.

• He wraps his arm around your shoulders, keeping you smooshed against his side during a stroll.

• He grasps your waist and encourages you to sleep on top of him, telling you that he likes the weight when he’s actually afraid of squishing you.

• He plants his lips against yours, shy, nervous, and fleeting, tongue unsurely bumping yours.

[tammyu-2]

Can you write something similar to the "first I love you" one you did except how they first got together. Same characters please! Thank you pookie🙏

Lucifer, Vox and Alastor when they first got with their s/o

Tw: Mentions of sex but nothing too descriptive, swearing,

Contents: No mentions of Y/n, no specific gender, intended gn!reader, established relationship

A/n: I love these threeee. Also decided to post this one for the Luci, Al and Vox fanss

ALASTOR

¤ You were the one who made the first move actually. The radio demon had no time for mediocre romances that wouldn't even last long. He was too busy making sure his seat at the top of the overlord pyramid secure. That and pestering Vox because he is so easy to annoy. That was until one day he did his usual visit to Rosie.

¤ You had been a recent regular at her store. Maybe you were a cannibal aswell or maybe you just love her delightful company. You would visit her store to buy a few things and end up sitting and talking with one another over tea. Not that you minded, you had quite a high regards for the lady and she was extremely welcoming and kind to you.

¤ You could hear the door bell ring as Alastors staticey voice hummed a tune you weren't familiar with. Too busy with putting his new flowers to her in a vase he barely noticed your presence at first. But you? Oh you were stunned. I mean ofcourse he is the radio demon and all, and that totally added to the shock factor but that didnt mean part of you also didnt find him hot. But you would never tell him out loud...yet.

¤ Once Alastor was done with the flowers he finally acknowledged your presence. He saunters upto you and asks quite politely who you may be. And thats how you two met. Whenever he went to visit Rosie you would be there and if you weren't he would ask Rosie to greet you on his behalf.

¤ Alastor may not have cared for romance but he wasn't dumb. He knew why he visited Rosie more often, he knew why he would make himself look extra neat outside the store before he entered, he knew why Rosie pretended to run errands alot more leaving you two alone. He often poked and proded you with personal questions but not to study his prey like normal- but because he had grown quite fond of you somehow.

¤ You knew Alastor wasn't dumb. So you kept ur intrest in him minimal until you got a clear sign that he liked you aswell. So after months and months of a slow burn you were tired. Because Alastor 100% knew about your chemistry but he also loved making you squirm and get flustered and pretend as if he didn't do it on purpose. He practically squeezed that confession out of you by running your patients low.

"Okay listen Al! I like you, I think you like me-"

"It's fascinating you say 'think' I thought I made myself clear?"

"Sure you did. What I am saying is let's cut the bullshit and maybe just go out...?"

"Oh Mon chéri~ I would never decline such an enticing offer."

¤ After that you guys started dating. And Rosie won a few bets with other customers, which helped her renovate a cute nook in her shop where the three of you can have your gossip sessions, decorated with you help. And you and Alastor were inseparable. You moved into the hotel to sell his story that your "helping his cause". (Ofcourse you knew about his deal with Rosie)

VOX

□ You were a one night stand that just kept on showing up. He would call you up for a good time to let his frustrations out and you would answer knowing you getting a few thousand dollars and amazing sex. You would never sell your body to anyone else though and Vox hadn't hooked up with anyone after he had his night with you. Soon a no strings attached relationship turned into denial and secret feelings.

□ You two never said it out loud but the sex became more intimate and loving. He started wanting you stay after and took his time with after care. He started spending more money on you not even for sex but just to be with him during his work day. He became over protective and jealous of any person that made a move at you.

□ And this wasn't entirely one sided. You promised yourself you were better off and yet some nights you would go over to Vox's and cuddle all night. Waking up the next morning with breakfast in bed while in his hoodie. You couldn't help the tender moments you had with Vox because it just felt right. It felt calm- safe even.

□ If anyone asked about you two then you would both say the more wretched things about one another, saying that never in a million years would you two end up together. And that same night your using his body as a personal heater. Even Velvette and Valentino are sick of you two. Vel is a blunt person, she speaks her mind so you bet your biscuits that she would straight up tell yall to "just date already!". And Valentino made a whole lot of innuendos about the two fo you and has asked for a three-way.

□ The night you two got together it was after a gentle session of love making and you sat scrolling on your phone. Unfortunately you came across another news anchor that were direct rivals of Voxtek. They had wrote a pretty harsh article about you being Vox's toy and how you would probably be gone by next month. And normally you wouldn't give it but at that night it cut you deep.

□ So you got up and gathered you clothes. Ofcourse Vox was immediate to ask where you were going and you responded with a short response. Vox slightly crumble asking what had gotten into you. You threw the phone onto his lap where he sat at the bed with tears in your eyes.

"Why do you care what they think? They are just a bunch of cocky assholes that will do anything to bring down Voxtek."

"Oh so me being referred to as a whore to the whole pentagram is something mediocre?"

"That's not what I meant. Your not a whore-"

"THEN WHAT AM I!?"

"..."

"WHAT ARE WE!? Am I just some slut you pick up when you want? Am I your plaything you will drop the second you get tired!? Please enlighten me Vox. Because I look like an absolute IDIOT next to you, I am not your toy."

□ Vox sat there in silence. He never expected this from you. And he was struggling, he wasn't used to sharing his feelings with anyone. He sat there at a lost for words as you scoffed and turned your heel. Only to bump into a chest and have arms wrap around you.

"Your my home. I want you to be my person. There's is no one else. And I-...don't think I can handle seeing another person I care for leave me."

□ The next morning he made a public announcement that he was dating you. Ofcourse the public could believe what they wanted but at the end of the day he was your boyfriend. And that was worth the thousands of rumors online.

LUCIFER

☆ Lucifer wasn't shy about his hatred to sinners. He believed that they deserved the eternal punishment (unless they put in the effort to actually change themselves). And due to him still hurt from his past marriage while balancing being a good father- he barely had time for romance. Don't get me wrong, he is totally a hopeless romantic but he had too much going on in his life to even consider a partner.

☆ So when you walked through the hotels big doors with confidence and radiance. Your kindness acting as a welcoming embrace. That definitely caught his eye. You had decided to help change your life, and if theres even a small chance of rehabilitation then you were taking it. You never really acted on stature, so when you met Lucifer you put aside that he was the king of hell and rather just talked to him like he was a normal person.

☆ Which much surprised Lucifer and the other residents. Most people either cowered in fear or tried their hardest to mock him out of disrespect but you just talked to him like he was any other person.

☆ He'd make stupid excuses to be in the same room as you, visit your room and even get your attention in anyway possible. Whenever you two talked he always bragged about something or tried his hardest to make you laugh- and it mostly worked. Soon you grew quite fond of Lucifer's company and he loved yours.

☆ However, he was afraid. What if you didn't like him that way? He has never been rejected before romantically and he doesn't ever want to know what it feels like. And it's not like he would ask Charlie for help, he's too embarrassed to tell his daughter about his love life. But that didn't mean she and all the other residents already knew about you two.

☆ One night you were sat at the bar having a conversation with Vaggi, Angel and Husk. You were waiting for Lucifer to come back because he and Charlie went out to run some errands. The conversation went smoothly until you uttered the words "I wonder when Charlie and Lucifer will come back."

"Miss him already? Awe you two are so cute it's sickening~"

"I don't know what you mean.."

"Oh please. Everybody knows you two have been giving each other googly eyes ever since you joined. Its gross."

"Yeah save all the foreplay and just fuck already!"

"I can't believe Im agreeing with these two on this but it's true. Everyone can see you two have a thing going on.

☆ You were extremely flustered at this. One, because you thought that you were being delusional. There was no way Lucifer actually liked you too? Two, because had your crush on him been so obvious to everyone!? You could bury yourself again right now. But what this did give you was a boost of confidence.

☆ Unbeknownst to you, Charlie had her own plans. She had seen you two and always wanted to see her dad happy again. So she took initiative after she saw you were both two scared to make the first move. She took her dad out for "errands" and once they were far enough from the hotel she immediately started an extremely long explanation on how beneficial it would be for him to confess to you. And after one dance and song number, Lucifer felt more confident in his feelings for you thanks to Charlie.

☆ So when he arrived and went up to his room he found you sat on his bed with a rather determined face. You got up and gave him a hug and a greeting and after a long awkward silence you both blurted out a confession. Which cause you two to laugh at how ridiculous you two were being.

☆ After that you two were an item. Basically attached by the hip and if anyone tried to get inbetween that then they would have to deal with you and Luci's anger. Charlie shipped you two so much and helped out plan your dates and anniversaries.

I lowk ate that

[LIKE USUAL THIS IS MADE BY TAMMY PLEASE DONT COPY AND REPOST MY WORK TY]