Star's upcoming performance -> Your home is with me
✰ Star • They/them • 20 • Sagittarius • INFP • Canadian • Multi fandom blog • Writing fem, masc and gn reader since 2023 • Clark's second wife • Ryland Grace my bbg <3
Be warned! This account writes/consumes both Sfw and Nsfw content, but is open to all
List of fandoms I write for:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Hunger Games, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, American Horror Story, X-Men, Arcane, Squid Game, The Outsiders, Stranger Things, The Pitt, One Piece, The Goslingverse, Backrooms
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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Y’all say this but don’t support fluff nor angsty fics if it doesn’t have smut attached to it. You can’t have both. And then y’all don’t reblog or comment on your favs works so they go back to the smut. In the words of Kendrick Lamar, it’s not enough.
on top of this, the month/year just started, let ppl breath
ive said this and i agree with it wholeheartedly. this, along with the constant complaints flooding the x reader tags. "i hate the ___ pet name. i hate the ____ kink. i hate this, i hate that." it is sooooo discouraging and not only does it overshadow actual works that are posted under the tag its incredibly rude and annoying to have the entire hashtag flooded with hate and complaints.
in conclusion engage with the fics you like so you encourage writers to put out more of that. like and reblog and comment on the fluff fics you want so bad instead of clogging the tags.
Didn’t anticipate one of the bonuses of going to a drag show in a smaller more conservative town would be getting to see a bro who clearly wandered into the wrong part of the bar by mistake experience what looked to be a transcendent awakening upon seeing his first drag show.
we don't actually need gender markers on our licenses and whatnot. we could just. do away with those entirely. i do not believe this would lead disaster.
if there's one thing i appreciate about americans, its that they are DELIGHTED by "american love burger" jokes. they cant get enough of them! much like how they cant get enough of burger……
[ image description: a gif of Anthony Bourdain sitting in front of a red and white wall, eating an In N Out Burger and saying, "I'm just a cheap, nasty, low down...trailer park... BURGER SLUT". / end description ]
Believes he's a monster internally and externally vs "Jokes on you, im into that" *insert sonic freak meme*
Part 2: Grace is exactly where he wants to be (suggestive)
I like the idea that Simon is Thicker than Grace, but shorter so his borrowed clothes fits him weird. I also like to think Simon is able to grow his arm back temporarily. Unfortunately it takes calories and/ or blood... I wonder if there's a willing donor...
