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Prompt idea- Verosika Mayday with a female virgin reader. Would she be gentler regarding this partner? Either way it would be a *hell* of a first time
"Teenage Daydream" ; Verosika Mayday
Smut below the cut! ♀️x♀️
Content warnings: sex, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of bleeding during sex, "virginity" concept, pain during sex
God, she'd have a field day with you. You're so innocent, so inexperienced... she could toy with that.
She'd go out of her way to tease you, let you know she wants you in the subtlest way possible.
Basically, she's getting inside your head and making you wonder if she's just being romantic or if she's telling you that she wants to fuck you.
It'd probably when she's slipping her hand into your panties, when she'd freeze as you bat her hand away, admitting shyly that you're a virgin.
A devious smirk would spread across her lips and she'd laugh.
When you actually do get around to doing it, though...
First off, she clips her claws insanely short just for the occasion, on any off chance she ends up getting to have her way with you.
"Well, duh. I've known that. Succubi know that kinda thing, y'know?"
A total lie— she knew because she knew you. But it was meant to embarrass you less.
After a moment of freezing on your part, she'd make sure to reiterate that it's your choice whether to do it or not, and that you can stop her at any point.
After obtaining consent and making sure you're absolutely soaked, she would proceed, her fingers breaching your virgin depths with practiced ease, as though she was made for fingering you.
Of course, she'd pause instantly, letting you adjust to the width of just one finger. Bleeding? Not with her doing it. And if you did, she wouldn't even mention it. It wasn't something to be embarrassed about— it was a sign you trusted her.
The entire time, she's whispering softly to you.
"God, S/O, you're so fucking beautiful... Look at you, taking me so well..."
Only once your face has begun to relax and your body has begun to go slack in her grasp would be continue, starting to pump her fingers with gentle fervor, drinking down your moans like the sweetest of nectar.
She presses gentle kisses to your neck and along your chest, with her free hand even massaging one of your breasts in tandem with her thrusting fingers, determined to bring you to the maximum pleasure.
She isn't so much concerned about getting off, herself. Your first time should be all about you, after all.
She brings you to the edge of climax, before pulling away, denying you release. When she hears you whine from being pulled away from your peak, she'd just smirk.
"Trust me, this'll be way better," she'd insist, sinking down along your body, pressing heated kisses down the center of your breasts, your stomach, and your navel.
Once she settles herself firmly between your thighs, her eyes glowing with barely restrained hunger, her hands would hook underneath your thighs, spreading them apart and baring you to her hungry gaze.
Of course, if you were to express confusion over the way she performs aftercare, her response would be instant.
"Baby, I know what I'm doing, I've done this a million times before."
Without warning, her tail flicks and she dives straight into your pussy, lapping and slurping like a woman starved, all the while you can only helplessly cry out.
Her tongue finds your clit quickly, eagerly swirling around the pearl at your apex, watching carefully so her fangs don't accidentally nip you.
Though she does leave her fair share of bite marks on your inner thighs...
She wrings climax after climax, orgasm after orgasm out of you until she's confident you're fully satisfied.
And then, the aftercare begins.
Soothingly rubbing your back, your shoulders, your legs. Offering you drinks and snacks. Showering you in kisses and praise over how well you did. Cleaning you up. Insisting you use the bathroom right after (stay safe, ladies). Tucking you in like a well-loved plushie in a swaddle.
Overall, though, you'd have a great, sweet first time with her.
Can I request a male reader x charlie morningstar general fluff? Reader is a very strong individual who can transform into something like this. Thank you very much and have a good day!
I'm in the path of that huge winter storm that's coming (Ohio), so if I vanish for a few days, it means I have no more Internet/can't charge anything. Take good care of yourselves!!!
Uhm...uh..m.... Can I request hazbin hotel x reader who during vox going crazy instead of val ripping off his head reader stabs him repeatedly and starts yapping to him about how he killed her friends and made her life a living hell while they were alive just like uh..... what Odysseus did to poseidon while everyone watches in shocked because reader is usually very happy and energetic to people
I genuinely have no idea what this means- /srs /nm
charlie, Emily and Verosika x male!reader cuddling headcannons
"Snugglebug" ; Charlie Morningstar, Emily, Verosika Mayday
First off, Charlie is absolutely the big spoon. Like, she loves to be the one holding you. She won't necessarily protest being held instead if that's what you want.
She's also insanely warm. Basically a built-in demonic space heater. Perks of being the most powerful Hellborn, I suppose.
Her favorite position is the sweetheart cradle. She loves having your head on her chest. You're a warm, comforting weight in her arms that grounds and soothes her.
If she's feeling frisky, she may playfully swat you (gently!) with her tail.
An incredibly touchy woman, she LOVES to be touching you, preferably at all times actually. Yes, even right now, thank you.
She also doesn't hog the blankets— you can have them all if you need them. She'll happily be cold for you.
"Warm enough, S/O? Here, you can have my jacket, too!"
She says before draping the jacket over you anyway, not really giving you time to respond to her offer.
She just loves you so much..
So, opposite of Charlie, I headcanon Emily (and all angels) are naturally COLD.
Because of that, she'll instinctively hog all the blankets without really trying to. And unless you bring it up, don't expect them back. It isn't that she'll intentionally do it, she just doesn't really notice when she does.
But on the plus side, dating Emily means your bed is COVERED in plushies! You can take your pick and Emily will rattle off about its name, its personality, its backstory and life, etc.!
"Oh, that's Azzy! She's a baker, and her dream is to open her own bakery one day! But right now she's dedicated to improving everyday!"
Protect her, she's so cute-
She definitely prefers to be held instead of holding, but like Charlie, she won't protest about reversing positions.
Speaking of positions, her favorite cuddling position is the good old-fashioned spooning!
...Which is great until you get mouthfuls of feathers trying to spoon her.
But it makes her happy. And who can say no to that face?
Verosika is always, always, ALWAYS the one holding you. She detests being vulnerable enough to be held instead.
Her favorite positions are the lap pillow and the honeymoon hug.
She loves to feel like she's taking care of you. Thus having you lay on her makes her feel an almost protective sense of love, like she finally has someone to look after and love.
When she holds you, her wings and tail wrap around you, as though she's trying to keep you safe and warm.
She's also super warm, by the way! And like imps, she can purr, which she often does once she starts to drift off.
She'll continue to mumble sleepily to you and card her fingers through your hair until you're both asleep, your head rested comfortably on her pillowy thighs or breasts.
Verosika also may drool if she sleeps, which in many ways, makes it clear how fragile she truly is, and yet trust you anyway after the pain she's suffered.
Hiya! I'd love to request a Bee x male! reader nsfw one-shot (not full on sub reader, just her as the one taking control for the night).
Being a close friend of hers with a flirty/playful friendship but usually it doesn't go too far in terms of physical stuff and reader usually goes to most of her parties although doesn't drink as much. Playing truth or dare one evening and when asked something along the lines of "would you let someone handcuff you to a bed for some fun?" reader admits it as true, not thinking much about it. Later that evening when alone for a moment and after she finds out, Bee pushes them against a wall/drags them away and says she can make that happen, where she can also see this act is turning them on. (of course reader would consent to it).
"Cuff Me" ; Queen Bee-lzebub
Disclaimer: I am a woman! Bear with me. :")
You and Bee were best friends, and you had met her at one of her many parties where she had helped you come out of your shell a bit and talk to others, but most of the time, you tended to just stay with her. She was like a safe space, so no one could really be surprised that you fell in love with her.
Late one night with her and a few other Hellhounds, Vortex, Valerie, and Velvet, you had all decided to play truth or dare. What better way to spice up a sleepover among friends and encourage camaraderie than a game, after all?
Most of the questions and dares were innocuous enough. "Have you ever had a crush on someone you weren't supposed to like?", "I dare you to eat a spoonful of butter", and the like. But with you? Poor, sweet little you? Yeah, they were monstrous with their questions.
This one was no exception.
"S/O... Truth or dare?" Velvet had asked. Figuring it couldn't be too bad, you picked truth, and she flashed you a wicked grin. "Is it true that you'd let someone cuff you to a bed for some... fun~?" she purred, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You grinned, playfully turning to look at Bee. "Yeah, for sure," you agreed, then narrowed your eyes. "Only if Bee would be the one doing it," you joked.
For a split second, there was an flash of hunger in Bee's eyes before her cheeks flushed and she brushed it off with her usual laughter. The rest of the game played out innocently, for the most part. Some sexy questions, sure, but nothing else too major.
By this point, everyone else had fallen asleep. You were thirsty, though, and going to get yourself some water, you encountered the queen herself, smirking at you. "You'd let me cuff you, huh?" she teased, leaning over to you as you filled your glass.
Not missing a beat, you replied, "I would, yeah. You're hot as hell— literally." Your tone was light enough that she could still take it as a joke if she wasn't interested though. But Bee's fanged grin grew wider and she narrowed her eyes, glinting with an almost predatory hunger.
"I could make that happen, babe," she purred, plucking the glass from your hands. "I could make a looooot of things happen. Y'know... if you're interested," she teased, already knowing full well you were. She could taste it off of you, emanating through your flesh and clinging to you like a second skin.
"Are you... serious?" you asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't just messing with you.
She shrugged. "If you want me to be."
"Can't say I'd mind if you were," you answered. "But since when were you interested in me like that? I thought you always wanted to be just friends."
"Friends, lovers, fuck buddies... Whatever you want, S/O. You're my favorite person ever," she answered smoothly. "So is that a yes?"
With your heart in your throat, you gulped and nodded. "Yes."
Bee's smirk widened. "Perfect," she purred and she grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you toward a guest room. Not her bedroom, since that's where your friends were staying for the night. No, this was a space covert and safe from prying eyes. She pushed you down onto the bed with a grin on her muzzle, her hunger flickering evidently in her eyes.
Her hand glowed with a faint golden light as a pair of silver cuffs manifested in her hand, and she lifted your chin to meet your eyes. "This still okay?" she asked, only continuing once sight of your nod caught her eye. Wordlessly, she cuffed both of your wrists to one of the bedposts, her hand gently caressing its way down your body. "Safeword is 'Purple', okay?" she asked breathlessly.
"G-Got it," you answered, trying to hide the way your voice shook under her touch. Not only did she notice, but it seemed to arouse her even more.
Bee grinned, snapping her fingers. Both your clothes and hers vanished in an instant, and she licked her lips seductively, her fingers ghosting over your hardening length. "Mm, you are a big boy..." she cooed, evidently impressed by the size and girth. Her eyes narrowed, glowing with an aroused light. "And I've been wet all evening... You ready?"
You nodded again, nervous but excited to do this with Bee. Without a word, she sat down, impaling herself on your cock. You both moaned, her claws sinking into the sheets beneath you. "Mm, fuck... You're so fucking tight," you grunted between gritted teeth.
"Feeling's m- ah!~ m-mutual, baby," she groaned, starting to ride you with renewed enthusiasm. Her pussy clenched and spasmed with an eagerness most would only experience with a fleshlight. Fuck, why did she feel so fucking good?!
You thrusted into her, the lewd sound of squelching and skin slapping against skin, and Bee met each thrust with her own hip gyrating. Each moan seemed to spur her on, claws raking down your chest as she threw her head back with a loud cry, finally reaching her peak after several minutes, squirting around your cock. Your thrusting worked her through her orgasm, and you soon came undone inside her, yourself, painting her insides white.
After a few minutes, you both lay panting, thoroughly satisfied. Bee smirked at you. "C'mon, let's get back to my room before they notice we're gone," she says, snapping her fingers and reclothing you both. You nodded, incredibly tired as you let her guide you to her room. Luckily, everyone else was still asleep, none the wiser to the activities you and Bee had gotten up to mere moments before...