but beyond that, i believe Lucifer would be a god at it. His skills would be impeccable, especially with how long he’s been ‘alive’ for.
he is sooo focused on your pleasure. he just wants to make you feel good and satisfied. he will gladly sit inbetween your thighs for hours. he loves eating you out
he’s so pathetic about it too. his eyes, hooded with lust and need, staring up at you as his tongue works its magic.
he will beg you to sit on his face. eating pussy is one of hi favorite things, a dominant women is his second. so you riding his face is like a dream come true.
squirt all over him a he will be in heaven 🙏 (no pun intended…lol) he gets so pussy drunk it’s actually insane. he’s addicted and down bad….lucifer is a yearner and a munch
Alastor
alastor isn’t a very sexual person, and he’d much rather tie you up and use his ‘tentacles’ on you or his fingers. his mouth is something he’s not too found off. i hc that alastor doesn’t even like kissing all that much either
but on the rare occasions he does choose to eat you, your left limp in his bed
alastor doesn’t half ass things, he will make sure your spent. he’ll hold you down and force orgasm after orgasm out of you.
he always looks a little feral while eating you out. horns bigger, eyes blacked out, and a smile on his face as his tongue reaches inhumane depths inside of your pussy.
i personally don’t think alastor would like face sitting all that much. he likes control, and he likes being on top. 69 also isn’t his favorite because i don’t think Alastor is a huge fan of head either.
bondage. lots of bondage. if he’s eating you out, odds are you are tied up. he’s also the type of guy to put a pillow under your hips and press down on your lower stomach to really make it feel good.
trust, sometimes alastor knows your body better than you do.
Adam
he does it for his own pleasure more than yours for sure. but that doesn’t mean he’s not good at it.
he talks so much about his head game and this and that, so the first time he ate you out you were hoping it was bad just so you could rub in his face that he couldn’t make you cum. unfortunately and fortunately for you, he made you squirt around 3 times simply just from his tongue.
he dives into that pussy. his face is soaked by the time he coms back up. slow and gentle isn’t the way Adam likes to do it
not to mention the overstimulation oh my god…
i don’t think adam would mind if you sat on his face, as long as you bend over and 69 him he won’t complain.
but speaking of 69, that’s his favorite position by far.
he also dirty talks the whole time; even with a mouth full of pussy.
Sir Pentious
like i said in my sir pentious hc’s (linked here) he is lazy with it
not in a ‘i don’t wanna do this’ or ‘i’m bored’ way….but rather in a soft and sensual way.
he’s always a bit hesitant, asking you if it feels good or if he’s doing it right. he lives off of praise, especially from you. Your moans really build his confidence up to. by the end of it, he’d be a flow state, completely focused on eating you out and nothing else
face sitting is something he would like because he would know it’s enjoyable, since your the one in control. 69 would probably be a bit too much for him. he can only handle so much stimulation at once lmao.
your pleasure is his pleasure. he just wants to make you happy. “i promissssee i wont dissssapoint, my love.” he would declare before using that long snake tongue in all the right ways. his snake teeth are quite sharp and long…so just beware of that….
Vox
Vox uses sex as a way to get what he wants; i 100% he eats you out to apologize to you. not like you can complain much when he’s really good at it 🤷
the tv head definitely required you to spread your legs far and wide, giving him all the space in the world to lick and suck on whatever the hell he wants.
overstimulation for sure, while i don’t think vox is too big of a munch, he still likes it. and he especially likes making you sob and squirm while screaming his name.
he’s always doing the three finger combo on you too. he’s learned a lot (mostly from val lmao) he curls his fingers up while licking you just right. he knows all the tricks and what makes you tick.
yes you can sit on his face. he loves 69ing and usually will complain of you don’t lean over and suck him off too.
vox is a little selfish, obviously, so sometimes he’ll complain if you just want head and no penetration. but if you make it up to him with some head too 😉 he won’t stay mad for too long
hey guys! i know…another hazbin fic….im hyper fixating….requests are open but going by very slowly so pls be patient 🙏 love u all 💋 (lucifer i want u soooo bad…should i write a sub lucifer fic?)
They Have A Nightmare - (W/ Adam, Lucifer, Abel, Lute)
Summary: Short, little, fluffy, but kinda angst-filled scenarios where you comfort them after a nightmare.
Contents/Possible Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff, angst, Mentions of death, insecurities, allusions to smut, no actual smut
Adam
You woke to the sound of rustling sheets, Adam moving next to you in bed. You drowsily blinked open your eyes, turning them to the clock on the nightstand, the time being just after midnight; way too early for him to be awake, no matter how much of a morning person he was. He sat up, back facing you, as he went to leave the bed, only for you to grab onto him tiredly.
"Adam," you spoke sleepily, trying to pull him back down with you, eager to get back to sleep. "Where are you going...?" Then, you stopped, your eyes widening as he turned to look down at you, the last remnants of tears he must've tried to wipe away in his golden eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" You asked gently, now wide awake.
He shook his head, pulling away from you. "I'm fine, babe. Go back to sleep." He deflected, avoiding your gaze. "Just a bad dream, my favorite guitar broke, usual nightmare shit." He stood up, heading over to the balcony, peering out into Heaven's night sky. Something was bothering him, and you severely doubted it was just about a guitar. He never avoided you like this before, his usual overconfident self prone to attracting attention instead of dodging it.
"Adam..." You murmured, following him outside, placing yourself under one of his large, soft wings for warmth, him wrapping it around you out of habit. "Tell me what really happened, honey." You gave him a sympathetic smile. "You can tell me about whatever's bothering you. I promise I'll be here, even if I was a massive bitch in your dream or something," you joked, earning a small laugh from him.
He stayed silent for a long moment, staring out into the cityscape before speaking, voice soft. "You wouldn't leave me for anyone else, right?" He hesitantly questioned, turning his head to you. "It's just..." He paused, biting his lip, unsure if he should say what he wanted to. "You're the first person I've been with in a really long time who wasn't only sex to me, and I—" He hesitated again, wiping tears out of his eyes. "I love you, y'know? I don't wanna lose you like I did to someone else before." He took a deep breath, wing pulling you closer. "Tell me you won't leave."
You frowned, your hurt aching in your chest as you looked at him. He's never been so vulnerable before, and while you're happy he's comfortable, it hurts like no pain you could've ever imagined to see him like this. "I won't leave, I promise." You reassured him, gently kissing him, something he happily returned.
"I'm not Lilith, and I'm most certainly not Eve," you began, wrapping your arms around him. "I wouldn't leave even if you told me to, Adam. You're stuck with me forever, so get used to it."
He laughed again, kissing you with a satisfied hum. "Maybe that's something I wanna get used to. I mean, who else would I give all these kisses to, hmm?" He picked you up, and you let out a surprised yelp that turned into laughter as he carried you to the bed.
"Hey, why don't I help tire you out, babe? I did wake you up and all, didn't I?" He smirked, leaning over you with half-lidded eyes.
Looks like you wouldn't be getting much sleep.
Lucifer
Lucifer shot awake, heart pounding in his chest as he looked around the room, eyes looking frantically around before settling on you next to him, sleeping soundly. He calmed down at the sight of you, taking a deep breath as his nightmare replayed in his head. Everyone had left him. Charlie left him. You left him. He had no one again. He was alone.
"Fuck," He whispered out, voice shaky as the fear consumed his mind. He reached out, trembling hand coming to slowly brush a stray lock of hair out of your face, admiring how peaceful you looked. He'd do anything if it meant you'd stay with him, no matter who or what it took to keep you happy. He couldn't lose the love of his life again, not after Lilith.
"Lucifer...?" You mumbled, eyes adjusting in the dark as you began to wake up. "What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?" You sat up, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes. You moved closer, hugging his shaky body as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He clung to you tightly, trying to calm his breathing as you rubbed a hand on his back, helping to soothe him.
"Was it the dream about Lilith again...?" You questioned gently, approaching the subject with caution so as to not upset him even further, knowing just how much even the mention of her hurt him.
"No," he croaked out, hugging you tighter. "It was a new one. Charlie left, a-and—" He sobbed, wiping away his tears before speaking again. "You left, too. Everyone left. I was alone again." He buried his head deep into your shoulder, sticking to you as he cried, body shaking with sobs as he let it out.
"Shh..." You hushed softly, "I'm here, everything's okay, you'd know I'd never leave you, my love." You pressed small kisses to his hair, rocking him gently as he grew calmer, eventually taking his face off your shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he apologized in embarrassment, blushing as he looked away. "I didn't mean to wake you up, and now your shirt's all wet..."
You shook your head, holding his face in your hands. "Don't be, Lucifer. I love you, and that means you can come to me whenever you need to, even if it's the middle of the night." Then an idea crossed your mind, and you grinned. "Hey, how about we get a midnight snack to cheer you up? We can make hot chocolate!"
His eyes lit up. "Let's put marshmallows in it!"
Abel
One moment, you were having an amazing dream. and then the next you're awake, eyes closed, but feeling like something was watching you. "Wha—" You mumbled, opening your eyes, jumping at the sight of Abel staring down at you.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry—" He frantically apologized, moving away and back to his side of the bed. "I just had a nightmare and I was worried you might've been dead, even though I knew you weren't, but I was really nervous about it and—" He cut himself off to breathe in, out of breath from his hurried explanation.
"Abel, honey, slow down," you encouraged, sitting up as your sleepiness went away. "You had a nightmare? And I'm guessing I died in it?" You recounted his words as best as you could despite how fast they were. He nodded slowly, moving closer before snuggling up to you. "Talk to me about it, Abel," you smiled, running your fingers through his blond hair.
"I guess I've been nervous about becoming head of the exorcists lately," he explained softly, laying his head on your chest. "In my dream, a bunch of sinners had managed to get their way into heaven, and I—" He frowned, sadness in his eyes. "I couldn't do anything to help you, t-they killed you in front of me." Tears welled up in his eyes, and you brushed them away with your thumb, Abel leaning into your touch as you held his cheek in your hand. "I'm not weak, am I? I-I can protect you, right?" He stuttered out, looking into your eyes for a desperate answer.
You nodded with a gentle smile. "You're not weak, Abel. If any demon really were able to get up here, I'm sure I'd be the first person you'd save. Besides, you're too amazing to let any of them up here in the first place."
He blushed at your words, grinning cutely. "You're right, I can be pretty amazing." He leaned in, kissing you. "I'm sorry for waking you up." He murmured, cuddling you closer.
You yawned, resting your head back onto your pillow. "You can make it up to me by making me breakfast in the morning." You joked with a smile, closing your eyes as you relaxed, drifting off to sleep along with Abel.
Lute
You jolted awake at the cry of your name, eyes hurriedly gazing at the dark room, only to find nothing. Lute tossed and turned next to you, sobbing in her sleep, her hands balled into fists as she talked in her sleep. You gasped, reaching out to shake her awake, her eyes shooting open, widening when she saw you.
"You're alive?" She exclaimed, grabbing onto you, searching you for any kind of injury. "But you— I saw you get stabbed!" She cried, clinging to you with desperation. "There was so much blood, and I failed and—" Her hands clung to your shirt, burying her face in your chest as she sobbed.
You pulled her closer, hugging her tight as your thoughts raced. She's never cried like this in front of you before; she's always been so on guard up until now. "Lute, shh..." You attempted to soothe, wiping her tears away. "Hey, it was just a nightmare. I'm all okay, you didn't fail anything."
Lute looked up at you, breathing heavily. "You're never going down there, never. I'll never let you be an exorcist like me; it's too dangerous for you." She grabbed your face, her eyes burning with intensity as she looked into yours. "Promise me you'll never go down there. I need to know you'll be safe up here in Heaven." She demanded, tears threatening to well from her eyes.
You nodded quickly. "I promise, Lute. I won't get hurt, I'll always be here with you."
She took a shaky breath, leaning in to kiss you. "I'd kill every last one of them if they ever touched you," she growled against your lips. "You complete me." She kissed you again, pouring all of her love into it, like it'd be the last time she ever saw you again. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." She murmured against you, pulling you back down into the soft pillows of the bed. "Go back to sleep, I'll watch over you."
"Lute, you don't—" You stopped, watching as her eyes narrowed sternly. "Don't forget to sleep, too, okay?" You pleaded to her, a frown on your face.
"I won't," she replied, holding your hand in a silent oath. "Good night."
𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ♡ 𖥻 or the parts of your body they're obsessed with :: smut. girls version꒱
broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ minors dni :: gender neutral reader but afab anatomy is used :: handjob, vox :: face sitting, abel :: dry humping, alastor :: fingering; adam :: piv, lucifer
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑𝅄 ׁ your eyes
he thinks you are pretty, pretty when you smile, pretty when you cry. after all, they say the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and so, he always do his best to fuck you until everything's hazy and blurry with his blatant desire.
lucifer just knows how you feel by the way your eyes roll back he palmed the bend of your knee, pressing the joint by your temple as to ease his strife, and he faltered when you sobbed his name, eagerly arching your tremoring pelvis into his own because he had begun to relentlessly hammer a delicate plot that induced your vision to flicker and blurrily haze with spangled glimmers of hot electricity.
and, for the third time, lucifer slows down, hips flush against your ass he can nudge his cockhead right above your sweet spot, missing it on purpose, because he knows what to do to make your eyes prickle with tears as easy, and it doesn't take long for them to run down your face; the first one goes reluctantly, but after that they start cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably.
"'s too much—" tears descend the swell of your heated cheeks, droplets streaking your skin and smearing the mascara you previously applied to your fluttering lashes, brows tense and crinkled as your eyes lulled towards the back of your head and exposed the reddened white of your dazed optics.
"is that so?" a hum colored his tone, mocking and high, "i just want to be selfish and feel you cum around me. that's okay, isn't it?"
he lets your head fall to the bed again as he pauses the pounding of his hips to reach for your face, grabbing the fat of your flushed cheeks before he presss his thumb on your bottom lip. you're embarrassingly compliant, parting your lips at the same time—tongue swirling around his skin as you cover them in a sheen of saliva.
lucifer doesn't say a word, but there's an uncharacteristic glint in his eyes that you never would've associated with him earlier.
"and you do look pretty like this, dove." his hand lets go of your face, instead moving to gently move your hair from your face. you're a mess, it's humiliating, but he smiles down at you regardless. "you can give me one more, hm?"
you are looking at him like he's an angel, like a devil he's completely consumed by. you are still clad in your clothes, moving up body up and down, docile and pliant on sunday's cock as if you are nothing but a beloved toy.
his brain is in shambles; cluttered and screwed as if he had lost reasoning, but he was aware of himself; aware of his present endeavor: he won't stop until you are sobbing his name, eagerly arching your tremoring pelvis into his own.
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐕𝐎𝐗𝅄 ׁ your hands
it's just that your hands are so soft and gentle, compared to his.
vox likes to pretend that you aren't painfully soft with him, but the truth is that you are, and have been for a while now. you do things like this frequently. you no longer give in to goading or falls for the traps voz sets for you.
your hand curl around his dick now, cold against the flushed skin but he doesn't care. he's engrossed admiring your fucked out state. he's always telling you how good you look; sweat drips down your temples and your lips are swollen and so so sweet, cries melodic and high, still not tinged with the usual hoarseness it gets when aventurine abuses of your throat with his cock.
"you are making a mess," you hum, and vox thinks how dirty it is— the sticky wet feeling of his own release against his shaft, the obscene image of how his erection looks wrapped in your hand— it wrenches a moan out of him, it has him thrusting up into your hand.
his futile attempts did little as to alleviate the prodding knot that prompt him to claw against the chair arms. hasty fondle of himself induce naught a reaction, and he bitterly grumbled before arching his back where he sits, huffs of contempt lengthening until pitiful whimpers had been the only sound.
"so what. like you haven't made a mess before," vox tells you, low and rough and a little glitchy around the edges of his screen.
"i guess i do." you simply say, and your hand caresses his thigh, so he's thrusted into, slow, testing.
you are gentle even in this, though vox has given you permission to be rough over and over like he is with you. it doesn't matter. you continue to treat him kindly. it still feels like ripped flesh and shattered dreams and the aches that sit inside long healed scars. it's okay, vox can still destroy himself with this.
vox is quiet. funny. he should've figured something like this would happen soon. you know a little too much. "don't start getting too comfortable with this shit," vox bites. "you think I'm some helpless thing? just 'cause you're all touchy-feely now?"
the glitch in his voice was becoming more pronounced, a distortion of static and frustration that twisted the air.
"ah," you say, quietly. "you don't?."
his heart stops, but the hand on his dick pumps ever faster. he's ruined you, he knows, but in the same way, you've ruined him. now all he wants- all he'll accept- is you, your body, your hands, all of you.
vox doesn't voice none of that, and so he avoids your gaze. good. better that way. you make it feel good too often. he needs to balance the scales.
"fuck, fuck, FUCxzzCK!— shit," vox breathes, voice gravelly, his grip in your hair getting tighter and tighter. tingles spark down your spine, for what had lasted only minutes drilled into lengthening ticks of time. such a case wasn't familiar to him. the antagonizing build that pooled until coiled into a tight dam awaiting its chance to burst.
you kiss him for what feels like the hundredth time— but this time there's something different, something urgent, and he grasps the back of your neck when he attempts to ease the ache himself, swiping rough compresses against whatever he could reach, furthermore tucking a hand beneath his thighs to clutch at his neglected balls, but his caress hardly could amount to your touch-
he harbored no genuine resentment, but with how his conscious craved your touch, he is bound to blame. "then tell me what you want, vox."
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝅄 ׁ your skin
he is just a little obssessed with the softness of your skin underneath his cold fingers. all for him to claim.
you mewl at the thought, watching him position himself between your legs again and kissing you slowly. alastor caresses your cheek with a gentle thumb, other hand tracing a feather-like path down your body. his fingers brush against your neck, the whine you let out being swallowed by alastor's greedy mouth, and he sneaks his hand under your shirt just as his kisses fly to your neck.⠀
and then he's biting. hard.
alastor laughs, low and dark, and then laughs harder as you groan and arches up against him, rubbing up against where alastor’s knee has ended up pressed into the cushions between yout legs, his hum being muffled by your skin. he goes down and bites, suckles and kisses the tender skin of yourr breast, so far up your you won't be able to hide it.
you have lost your mind. completely. the way your hips rocked back and forth against him felt too good, impatiently whining as if a mutt graveling in your heat, his clothes occasionally bumping your clit before the imprint would card through your soiled panties, gliding trough the dampened fabric with a friction that could kindle fire.
hell, alastor wasn't even inside you. you are so sensitive, it's almost embarrassing.
"tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue. his fingers brush the underside of your chin, a few of his fingers cupping the base of your neck as to lift your head from you peripheral and bring it to his forefront visual. "such impatience, my dear. you're quite the needy thing, aren't you?" tilting your head as if examining a newfound discovery.
you're so responsive in both body and voice, jolting with every thrust, arching sharply, legs spasming like you can't take, but he knows you can.
"there is virtue in taking one's time. and i must say," his voice dipped, soft but buzzing faintly, like an old microphone warming up. "...your warmth is positively delightful."
and you lose it.
"please, please" you say, beg, euphoria peaked above its horizon, singeing his goosed skin with excited jolts. "please, want you, wanna feel you—"
humming into the feral abundance of the rough brush of his lips, you can't help but arch against alastor as he twists and pinches the tender skin of your nipples, and your breath hitches at the feel of his mouth brushing your nipple, whining at the feel of his tongue inching closer to your bud.
"oh, no, no," he chimed, devouring you with a magnetic gape, your hues inundated, drinking in your flustered disposition. "i hear what you want, dear. but I don't follow instructions so easily. i prefer to enjoy things at my own pace.""
he smiles wide, and deliberately ignoring your request, he decides to take the tip into his mouth wholly to suck, pushing the nip to the rough of his mouth while his other hand tends to the other breast.
it looks like you'll have to wait a little longer
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝅄 ׁ your hips
he is just a little obssessed with the softness of your skin underneath his cold fingers.
he is always reaching out to you in some way, whether is a hand in your thigh or an arm around your waist. especially if it's to keep you from squirming in his grip.
"hah," he states simply, a sound of pleasant surprise, and adds another finger inside. adam pushes them to the hilt, until his knuckles brush your pelvis. you moan, head thrown back at the sudden, but welcomed intrusion. "acting all nervous around me but this is exactly what ya wanted, aint'cha?"
your teeth clenched but the effort was momentary as mewls of whimpers parted your lips. your hips eagerly bucked into his working hand, desperately aiding him to reach a depth that would cause your eyes to roll, much like they did when his thump began to swipe fast circles over the aroused bud of your clit.
"fucking wet for me, huh? you gonna sing pretty for me when ya come on my fingers, yeah?" his lips latched onto the skin of your shoulder, and he worked his away along the base until kissing the incision of flesh that dimpled behind your ear.
you can't even think straight, hips rising off of the bed, but adam holds your hips with his free hand and pins them down hard you know will leave bruises. your upper body lifts with this, back arching and legs kicking everywhere as you can't stop the loud moans slipping through your lips.
"s'good, isnt it babe?," he says, licking against your bottom lip as he thrusts his fingers deeper into you, "let me hear you."
"adam," you groan, rolling your eyes back while moving your hips forward, hand shooting to his and holding it there, "want your mouth-please."
he chuckles, dipping his head down to give a sharp bite against your nipple, his fingers still curling up into that spot.
"come on my fingers first." he says, floored by how good your voice sounds when you want to get fucked.
you roll your hips forward harder, grinding your clit against his wrist and essentially fucking yourself on his fingers now. he moans against your nipple at the movement, biting down harder as he hears you just above him holding your breath.
"that's it babe, ride it." he encourages, hearing your wet slide against his fingers with each movement of your body.
you shake as it washes through you, feeling his fingers remain in their spot against your little bundle of pleasure inside of you. you feel like you can explode from this alone and he practically forces it out of you, pulling his fingers out and immediately rubbing circles on your clit.
your heart pounds. your brain is whirring, moving a mile a minute and you feel like you can't breathe. everything, everything is so blurry except for him. whose gripping your skin like you're everything to him. like he needs you, like a lifeline, like he can't let you go.
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝅄 ׁ your thighs
abel eats pussy for his own pleasure. especially when it's been a long day and all he wants is to focus all his energy on making you feel good.
"please," he gasps, and you finally let him, shifting a little further up so you're fully seated over his mouth. he whines and whimpers against your cunt, slopping and licking your drooling cunt, wrapping his lips and sucking. you whimper softly, hand clutching the headboard as you rock your hips, clit rubbing against the tip of his nose.
"pretty," you muster out, rutting your hips faster against his mouth. you don't need to tell him, he thinks as he sticks his tongue into your pussy, fucking your shallowly on the wet muscle. you stifle a moan, falling forwards, your hands by the side of his head to prop yourself up.his hands always finds your thighs, gripping so hard they bruise. his fingers are digging into your plush skin, forcing you onto his mouth completely, weightless and euphoric.
he hums non committedly, focus zeroed on your cunt, tongue licking and slurping you with vigour. you feel the familiar kindling in your belly as he continues, biting your cheek to keep your composure.
"make me cum, i know you can, abel," you whimper, cradling his face. "gonna m-make a mess, on your face—" you twist off with a moan, ecstasy drowning you in waves. you hear him hum again.
you ride his face, hips grinding against his tongue in search of your orgasm, and he gives it to you. he sucks on your clit and you whine, tugging at his hair sharply as you gush over his face. your vision whites out as he fucks you through it, whimpering as he licks you clean. he looks up at you, golden eyes so full of ambition and adoration.
his mission always has been to make you cum and not ask anything in return. he just wants to feel in control, to know that something he's doing is loved and appreciated, just wanna make youu feel good. so when you cum all over his tongue, he's whining, hips bucking against nothing as you come undone over him.
"good boy," you praise him airily, smoothing his hair down where you pulled it. "how do you feel, hm?"
and he's panting when you get off his face, bucking his hips uncontrollably into you, so hard he knocks you off your high and you fall forward into his chest.
you barely have any time to reprimand him before he's babbling, "thank you, thank you, wanna do it again, let me? please let me?" and you can never say no to him, can you?
~🏨Hazbin Hotel Men x Reader Bedroom Headcanons~ (NSFW)
A/N Hi everyone! o/ Hope you are all doing well! I've really been wanting to write one of these! A list of all the scrumptious male Hazbin characters' bedroom headcanons with fem!reader.
I'd love to hear your opinions on these and your headcanons!
Warning: At this point if you know me you know that NONE of these are SFW o-o
The references I used for the name of the positions is the Men's Health article (https://www.menshealth.com/sex-women/a19547362/45-sex-positions-guys-should-know/)cause some of then I didn't know the name of, don't ask me why it's the first I clicked xD
Inclinations: Brat tamer/Rope top/Bit of a sadist/hybriphilia
Turn ons:
Gets turned on seeing you wear formal clothing, even if you’re busy and handling business he will make sure to free some of your schedule to get some of you.
Begging: No matter what it will get him going, so it’s pretty easy to get what you want once you know the trick. He also absolutely loves being worshipped.
Kinks:
Electric play: Loves to tease and seeing you squirm, can use his own body to do it so he doesn’t even need toys.
Shibari: He will tie you up, especially if he has a reason to be mad at you/punish you.
Remote play: He will use remote controls to turn you into a pleading mess, he can monitor your reactions from any distance since he has cameras literally everywhere. He loves having you beg for him before he shows up.
Unexpected kinks:
Praise kink: If you genuinely compliment him or praise him when he’s not expecting it, you will notice the faint blue blush flowing through his cheeks for an instant, though he tries to conceal it, it doesn’t always work.
Nipple play: He has very sensitive nipples, he doesn’t always want to be teased but if he’s into it enough he will gladly let you do it and you will be delighted with his brand new facial expressions.
Favorite position:
V is for Victory: Though it was initially for the joke, I actually really believe he would be heavily into that. It gives him a great control and deep access.
Oral skill:
Likes to eat you out especially if you’re soaking wet and sometimes will just toss you on top of his desk to enjoy himself a little treat, but it’s honestly more for himself than for you, you just enjoy the ride. Definitely amazing fingering game though for sure, ending up with you catching yourself staring at his fingers even outside of the bedroom. He can't help but smirk when he notices.
Trivia:
Very jealous and possessive with stalking tendencies.
Says he’s a boob man because he believes it fits his image better but really is an ass man.
Enjoys seeing you limping the next day while drinking his coffee.
Alastor 📻 :
Inclinations: Sadist/Sapiosexual
Turn ons/kinks:
Blood play : I mean…yeah. He loves blood let’s not forget about the reason he’s in hell. Well let’s just say period sex has never been a problem.
Dacryphilia: Even if he wants to comfort you he will still get turned on if you’re crying. He’s so used to seeing you cry when you’re being edged and teased that he can’t separate them.
Orgasm denial: He gets off from seeing you beg and cry about not being allowed to come.
Spanking/Whipping/Hair pulling/Sadomasochism in general
Dirty talk: Enjoys teasing and edging through words, he can be very descriptive and loves painting worded details to enhance the power of his actions.
Something that really turns him on is someone who will respect his personal space, but somehow the more you respect his, the more he will invade yours.
Unexpected kinks:
Mommy kink (kinda): We all know he was a mama’s boy. He enjoys being cared for and being spoiled.
Piercings: It wasn’t a thing back when he was a human, but since arriving in hell and slowly seeing more and more people show up with those he found out he very much enjoys them, he enjoys the pain people go through to get them and then using them as tools to tease and inflict pain.
Favorite position:
The hot seat: He's really good at teasing all yours sensitive areas at once and he can perfectly get it done in this position, sometimes it will naturally devolve into it if you just sit on his lap.
Oral skill:
Doesn’t enjoy giving it but when he does feel like doing it he’s really good at it, he’s great at edging and if he decided you’ll get the biggest orgasm you’ve ever reached he will make it happen.
Trivia:
Surprisingly jealous, tries to pretend things don’t get to him but they do, and when he gets trigger he will become passive aggressively insulting to the person he doesn't like and start gettong more needy and assertive.
He’s very two-sided when it comes to sex, he either is very much in the mood or not at all, and only he decides which way he’s going to swing, there’s nothing anyone else can do that can really sway him.
Lucifer 🍎:
Inclinations: Soft dom <3/Service top/Switch
Turn ons:
Eye contact: Intense eye contact will get him hot and bothered.
Lingerie: If he accidentally gets a peek of lingerie he will not be able to think about anything else during the day.
Kissing: A good passionate kiss or even a soft one can really make him flustered.
Passionate people: He’s really into it if you’re going off on things you feel passionate about, he could listen for hours, or eventually change the activity…
Unexpected kink:
Pegging: He’s very open about anything sexual, so naturally when this side of him was explored he found out he really really enjoyed that.
Rope play: He actually loves being tied up and for you to do whatever you want to him.
Favorite position:
Prone bone (But really all of them): In this position he gets to hit your G Spot with each stroke
Oral skill:
Canonically great at it…not saying that’s why he managed to steal both of Adam’s wives, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the case. He loves to take his sweet time enjoying every bit of you and literally gets off from giving pleasure.
Trivia:
He’s not a boob man, he’s an everything man, he worships every part of the female body, no matter the body type.
He can be very soft and sweet but let’s not forget he is dominant at his core, if you get too cocky he will remind you.
Will give great and soft aftercare but is secretly very proud of himself that you can barely get up.
Pentious 🐍:
Inclinations: Switch/Gentle dom
Turn ons/kinks:
Clothed sex: He finds it erotic and inherently hot, maybe because he's very shy and because of the time period he's from. He can also be very spontaneous, not taking the time to fully undress you nor himself.
Voyeurism/Exhibitionism: The voyeurism is canon and even if he said he regret doing it when he was alive, he regrets more the circumstances than the act itself, in Hell, as long as it's done properly with consent, he's very into both of these kinks.
DP: He loves making good use of his two dicks, simultaneously pleasuring you by filling you front and back. This tend to overstimulate you both however.
Unexpected kink:
Outdoor sex: It does go hand in hand with the Voyeurism/Exhibitionism but it is unexpected considering his personality as a whole.
Rope play: He enjoys being tied up and giving you all the power, letting you use his body as you see fit while he's being restrained.
Cuckholding: He enjoys watching you get railed by a third party now that he's come to terms with his sexuality and can explore it safely with you, guilt free.
Favorite position:
Yourself on the shelf: He can carry you easily and choose whether he wants to go softly or not.
Oral skill:
I mean with a tongue like his…
Even though he hasn’t had as much practice as some, he’s good at it and he listens to his partner’s body language. He makes sure he does the job properly, also loves receiving.
Trivia:
Will blurt out he loves you during sex.
Can surprisingly last very long, he has great self-control and stamina.
Aftercare: Will run around worried like he broke you afterwards and apologize profusely even though you couldn’t be more relaxed.
Valentino 🦋 :
Inclinations: Psycho/Narcissist/Switch
Turn ons/kinks:
Hurting Angel Dust/Fire
Unexpected kink:
Going to therapy hopefully
Favorite position:
Idk man
Trivia:
Has nightmares about Nifty on a weekly basis
Adam 🎸:
Inclinations: Selfish top
Turn ons/kinks:
Face fucking: This man loves to enjoy himself without a care in the world. Of course he loves to fuck your face, his hands in your hair, drowning in the tightness of your throat. He makes sure you can breathe…sometimes.
Anal: Talk about a forbidden fruit, again he loves the sensations that go with it. Thankfully he’s also good at making sure you enjoy it too but that’s mainly cause otherwise he knows he wouldn’t be able to get it as often as he wanted.
Spanking: He will spank you hard enough to leave your bum crimson. He’s either giving you hard spanks or grabbing tightly onto that ass.
Unexpected kink:
Vanilla sex (especially missionary): He surprisingly has a soft side to himself and enjoys the connection and proximity this allows, only sometimes though.
Favorite position:
Doggy style: Of course his favorite position would be one where he can go as hard as he wants, without too much eye contact He enjoys it pretty rough usually and will give spanks very easily.
Oral skill:
I mean he definitely enjoys giving oral…now he would probably be better at it if he listened actively to feedback. All in all he can be pretty decent at it but that’s not his forte. He does genuinely enjoy eating pussy though.
Trivia:
Will randomly show signs of concern and ask if you’re okay during the act.
Does pack pretty well
He’s an everything guy. Boobs/Ass/Thighs/Back he genuinely is probably the straightest man that ever lived.
Abel 🌻 :
Inclination: Submissive/Service top
Turn ons:
Praise kink for suuuure : If you whisper a good praise in his ear at the right moment, you can most likely make him burst.
Cock ring: The faces he makes after being edged with a cock ring for a whole afternoon are truly a blessing from heaven.
Hair pulling: Don’t read this wrong, he would never pull your hair, he’s way to sweet for that. However, since you accidentally pulled on it once, you both realized it was something he was very much into. If you catch him off guard he will bless your ears with a sweet moan and you will feel him throb.
Biting: He’s neck is extremely sensitive. Just kissing it already sends shivers down his spine. If you suck on it he will start groaning and breathing heavily. And if you bite it he will straight up moan whether he wants to or not.
Unexpected kink:
Chocking: You were surprised when he expressed curiosity about this, you were scared at first but turns out he enjoys a little chocking here and there.
Wax play: He’s a very sensitive man, physically I mean. Especially to your touch. Temperature play was something you tested at some point with wax as there are countless candles all over the place in heaven, you used it spontaneously but turns out, he definitely enjoyed it.
Favorite position:
Cowgirl: Watching you bounce on him is something he could do all day every day. He loves sucking on your tits while fondling your ass. Seeing you moan and enjoy his member is a huge turn on for him.
Oral skill:
Definitely didn’t take from his dad, he’s great at it! He won’t stop until he’s sure you are satisfied but he will ask multiple times throughout if he’s doing good.
Trivia:
Sensitive neck
More submissive than dominant but if you press his buttons correctly, he will show a dominant side of him exceptionally.
Big dick but doesn’t realize how blessed he is.
Has come from just kissing before.
Husk 🐈⬛ :
Tendencies: Service top/Pleasure dom/Brat tamer
Turn ons:
Bratty behavior: He is the soft version of what Vox would do in terms of brat taming, he can be very firm and remind you who's in charge when needed, but he also knows when to reward you.
Expressive consent: The more respectful, the better! He loves when you're very expressive about how into it you are. His ultimate turn on to be honest.
Primal sex: He can get pretty caught up in the heat of the moment and get carried away, though he makes sure to give you some great aftercare after each time.
Unexpected kink:
Uniforms: If you surprise his wearing a uniform you can be sure the response will be immediate and intense, even he doesn't know why it does that to him.
Favorite position:
69: Giving while receiving is his favorite thing. He can do it for hours but because he can get pretty intense, it's sometimes hard to keep up with his pace.
Oral skill:
Amazing skills, it’s like when the entree is so good you can’t even think of the main course anymore, thankfully he’s here to make sure you don’t fill yourself before then.
Trivia:
Wings are his weak spot
He's pretty vocal
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End note: I've realized that I ended up writing something rope related like at least 3 times, which is crazy cause it's not even my favorite, I guess it suits a lot of the Hazbin Men...
Now don't come at me for Valentino! I'm just joking (nah I meant it).
a/n : season 2 was amazing, sooo happy vox was the main villain because we got to hear his amazing voice basically the whole season. lucifer didn't really have a song tho which im a bit disappointed about, when he was singing at the start of VOX POPULI bro he sounded glorious, he should have been singing the whole song 😔 I loved abel so much as well he was just a chill guy bro stole my heart
▢ adam ✦
- full of laughter -
Adam leans towards you with that usual cocky grin. It was wide, smug and so stupidly charismatic you kind of wanted to smack him and kiss him at the same time.
... he would be into that.
"Babe, you look at me any longer yer gonna burn holes into my face." He hums out, very aware of why you were staring at him. His hot looks, of course.
Rolling your eyes you reach out and flick his forehead, biting back the grin that threatened to spread when he cursed at you as he rubs his forehead with a glare.
"If only your dick was the size of your ego." You reply casually as you crawl closer to him on the couch.
"You're so fuckin' rude to me. Me. The man who loves your bitch ass." He grumbled out, hands immeditely finding their place on your hips the closer you got, amber eyes still narrowed at you pettily," be more grateful to the only person in the world who could love a face like yours, kay?"
You finally snorted in amusement, hands cupping each side of his face, his stubble scratching the skin of your palms," what are you talking about? I'm a fucking stud. I have multiple bad bitches lined up for when I break up with your clingy ass." You joke with a cheeky little grin.
Adam merely pouted at your words," man, fuck you." His hands squeeze your hips," the only way you're breaking up with me is when i die, by the way. You're fuckin stuck with me for eternity, babe. So your bad bitches will have to wait their turn, alright?"
A warm grin curled to your lips as your forehead presses to his, his words filing you with just pure adoration. Your lips gently brushed his," Ah, what a shame..." you hum lowly. Adam's patience seems to have waned because next thing you knew, your lips are molded together perfectly.
The moment your lips touch his, he makes a noise - half-laugh, half-choke, all dramatics - like you just caught him off guard despite the fact he leaned in first.
His hands slide around your waist with confidence and an extremely quiet ounce of care, fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of your shirt. Then they began to tap against the little patch of skin he manages to expose with his figeting. Didn't take you long before you realised he was tapping a song against your skin.
It's stupid. It's sweet. It's him.
You feel the smile against your mouth, that wide, shit-eating grin he always gets when he's enjoying something a little too much.
"What are you smiling like an idiot for?" you mutter against his lips before pulling back, hand brushing some of his brown hair from his face.
"Oh, you know," he says, voice dropping into something annoyingly soft for a guy who practically yells every word he speaks," just kissing my extremely sexy, extremely lucky partner - who, might I add, is definitely getting the better end of this whole arrangement."
A laugh escapes you, because of course he would say that.
"You're so dumb."
"Babe, I'm the first man. I'm literally historically significant."
You kiss him just to shut him up, but he merely makes a pleased hum like you just rewarded him for good behaviour.
▢ abel ✧
- honeyed and lazy -
"You good?" You asked Abel, giving him a small grin.
He blinked those yellow eyes at you, they were half-lidded but you could see the deer-in-headlights look within them," Im-... Yeah, totally. Extremely good." He gave you a cute grin, showing off the gap in his teeth," like premium-level good. Why wouldn't I be good?"
You raise a brow," Abel, you're talking like you just drank six espressos."
"Maybe I did."
"Dude, you can't even handle one espresso."
He groaned and rubbed his face with both hands," okay yeah fine. Im just... not great at being suave, alright?" He gestured his hands around before resting his cute face in the palm of his hand," Dad didn't exactly give me 'romantic charm' lessons growing up."
Laughing softly, bumping your shoulder against his," Good. Sauve isnt really my type, anyways."
His posture relaxed as he smiled at you lazily, his hand moving to poke your cheek," yeah? Then what is your type?"
You didn't have to answer that, he could see it in the way you looked at him. No judgement. No expectations. Just there, grounding him.
It made his chest all warm and fuzzy.
You merely exageratedly give your boyfriend an up-down before raising your eyebrows with that cheeky grin. That was the perfect answer.
He couldnt stop the flush from dusting pink across his round cheeks. He swallowed, eyes flitting to your lips before crossing over your entire face quickly.
You tilt your chin slightly, and invitingly as you hum out a gentle," you're thinkin' too hard~..."
"I think exactly the right amount." He pouted before he leaned in, cupping your cheeks the way he always kissed - with the unsure, soft reverance of someone who hadn't yet realised he was allowed to have nice things.
His thumbs gently brush your skin, his hands warm. His lips press to your cheek slowly, lazily. Then he dragged his mouth to your forehead, then along your jaw in an unhurried sweep. A smile ghosts against your skin at the way you shivered.
"You're doing that on purpose," you accused lightly.
"Hmm," he pretends to contemplate before smiling cutely," yeah, I am."
He finally found your lips, it was the kind of kiss that felt warm and syrupy. Gentle but deep enough that your breathing caught. Honeyed, slow, and absolutely intoxicating, the kind that left the both of you blushing.
He pulled back an inch, just a little dazed," hey... thanks for letting me be like this."
"You mean sweet?" You teased.
He snorts," I meant hopeless," he corrected, cheeks turning from pink to red," but... yeah. Sweet too, I guess."
You kiss his lips again before bumping your nose against his, whispering your next words like it was some world-ending secret," That's my type~"
He nearly combusted.
▢ sir pentious 𓆙
- coiling and yearning -
Pentious had always kissed you like he was rediscovering the concept each time—like every brush of his lips proved a theory he’d been working on for centuries. Even in his gleaming heaven form, that excitable brilliance of his remained, burning behind his eyes with every fluttering thought he never quite managed to keep inside.
You barely made it through the doorway of his workshop before he was on you. His gloves were still smudged with gold dust from whatever contraption he’d been building, and the second he saw you, his whole posture straightened with that endearing, overly-dramatic flare he never truly lost.
“Ah! My dearest!” he exclaimed as if he hadn’t seen you in years. “Perfect timing! I’ve just nearly perfected my- oh, come here—”
He tugged you forward by the waist, almost forgetting what he meant to say the moment his lips touched yours. Pentious kissed like a man starved for affection and overfed on emotion: warm, eager, and absolutely incapable of pacing himself. His mouth molded against yours in a slow, enamored pull, but he kept making soft, delighted noises every few seconds, like he was cataloging every reaction you gave him.
One of his hands slid up your back, drawing you impossibly closer, while his tail, still long and expressive even with its new divine sheen, coiled around your ankle in a possessive, absent-minded loop. He never seemed aware he did that. It was simply instinct, the way he anchored himself to you.
“Oh right uuuh,” he mumbled against your lips, as if the intensity was shocking him. “You have no idea how - mm - how distracting you are! I was just about to finalize the recalibration of the luminary coils-”
You laughed quietly, which only encouraged him. He tilted your chin up, kissing you again, more purposeful this time, like he was sealing a promise. Pentious always kissed you like you were the first variable that had ever gone right in his life.
You kissed him back, steady and grounding, matching his enthusiasm with your own kind of gentle firmness, the one thing capable of keeping him from spiraling into ten simultaneous thoughts. He melted into it instantly. He always did. For all his dramatics, he responded best to someone patient, someone who understood his momentum without letting it fling him into orbit.
His tail tightened in excitement. “Right, right, the invention!” he blurted suddenly, pulling back only half an inch, his nose still brushing yours. “You see, I-oh, you’re very distracting - hold on- just...just one more-”
He kissed you again before he even finished the sentence, hands cupping your jaw, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as if he was trying to memorize their texture through sheer devotion.
Eventually he forced himself to stop, chest heaving slightly, eyes bright behind his goggles. “I had a point, I swear I did.”
“You were talking about your luminary coils,” you reminded gently.
“YESSS! Exactly!” he said, triumphant as if he hadn’t just forgotten his entire train of thought because he liked the shape of your mouth too much.
▢ husk 🂱
- every kiss is a gamble -
Husk always kissed like every second might be his last. like he was betting his entire damn soul on the outcome.
Which, considering Hell, wasn’t exactly a stretch.
You found him hunched over the bar after closing, wings drooped, tail flicking in that irritated-but-trying-not-to-show-it way he did whenever he missed you but refused to say it out loud.
“Y’know,” you drawled, leaning on the counter beside him, “if you glare any harder at that glass, it’s gonna evaporate.”
He snorted without looking up. “Maybe that’d save me some money.”
“You don’t pay for drinks.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
You laughed, sliding into his space because you knew he wouldn’t move away - he always pretended to be bothered, but his feathers puffed the second you got close. “Rough day?”
“Every day’s rough. I’m surrounded by moronic dipshits.” He paused, one ear flicking toward you, “Present company excluded… mostly.”
You bumped your shoulder against his. “Wooow, so sweet.” you cooed, fingers playing with the tufts of fur on his chest teasingly," do you have a crush on me or somethin'?"
“Don’t fuckin' start.” He rolled his eyes.
You leaned even closer, letting your breath tickle his ear. “Missed me?”
Husk stiffened. Then grumbled. Then stiffened again.
“Why’re you like this?”
“Suave charm. Can’t help it.”
He shot you a sideways look - narrowed eyes, half-smirk tugging at his lip. “You keep talkin’ like that, doll, and I’m gonna-”
“What?” you teased, cheeky grin curling to your lips, “Fold?"
He growled. Actually growled.
“Hell no. I don’t lose.”
And then he kissed you.
Fast. Decisive. Like you’d hit some hidden switch and he was done pretending he didn’t want you right then and there.
His hands were on you immediately. One gripping your hip, the other curling around the back of your neck, dragging you in until your knees bumped the barstool he’d abandoned. Husk kissed like someone starved, desperate, impatient in that addictive way that made your stomach flip. His lips moved against yours with a messy kind of hunger, like he was trying to kiss every thought out of your head before you could fire off another sarcastic jab.
You laughed into his mouth, which only made him kiss harder.
“Quit distractin’ me,” he muttered between breaths, biting your bottom lip just sharp enough to make your pulse spark.
“You started it.”
“And I’ll finish it.”
He kissed you again, slower this time, but deeper. Like once he got that first rush, he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to devour you or savor you. His tail curled around your calf, tugging you even closer. His feathers brushed your cheek, trembling with the effort of looking cool while absolutely failing.
His tongue slid against yours and he let out a low, helpless grunt - one that made your entire body flush.
You smirked against his lips. “You’re cute when you get all grabby.”
He pulled back just enough to glare, cheeks burning. “fuckin' cute? Seriously?” he sounded so unimpressed
“You’re adorable.”
“Shut up.”
He grabbed your chin and kissed you again, rougher. Every kiss was like spinning the wheel at a roulette table and whatever it landed on would be the way he kissed you.
You melted into him, hand sliding up to cup the side of his face. The moment your thumb brushed his cheekbone, he faltered. Just a little.
That tiny hesitation - soft, vulnerable, absolutely gone in a second - was your favorite part of him.
When you finally separated, both gasping, both flushed like you’d downed half a bottle of whatever he’d been drinking, Husk kept his forehead pressed to yours.
“You’re trouble,” he muttered.
“And you love me.”
He huffed, wings ruffling.
“…Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“Wanna kiss me again?” you asked innocently.
His blush deepened. “Doll... darlin’ - if you don’t stop, I’m gonna carry you to the back and-”
You grinned. “So that’s a yes.”
He pulled you in again. That's the only answer you needed.
How your partner would react to you being a powerful overlord (w/Vox, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, Abel)
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Warning: angst, betrayal, obsession
Genre: love and angst with betray mixed in
Summary: You’re an undefeated Overlord even Lucifer would step around carefully, but no one has ever seen your true face. Not until today. Can be read as Women reader, GN reader, Male reader.
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📺 VOX⚡️
Vox freezes only long enough for his software to catch up, then—
OH. MY. GOD.
He EXPLODES into excitement. Static flaring red, eyes glitching like fireworks, voice blown out by microphone distortion:
“BABE—OH MY FUCKING GOD, BABE—YOU’RE THE MOST POWERFUL OVERLORD IN HELL?!”
His ego SPROUTS WINGS.
He literally storms into the Vees boardroom and demands a new sign be built immediately:
V V V V
Velvet goes “why the extra V?” He smirks: “Vox. Velvette. Valentino. AND V(you).”
Next day? Billboards. Ads. Commercials. “VOX + THE STRONGEST OVERLORD—UNSTOPPABLE COUPLE OF HELL.”
He livestreams your relationship announcement like a wedding.
He kisses you on camera. He flexes you like a trophy. He posts fan edits. He plays your clips on repeat behind him in interviews.
Normally you’d throttle him— but you love him, so you allow it.
He literally hugs you from behind during broadcasts and whispers into your mic:
“Let Hell see we’re the apex predators. Together.”
Obsessed doesn’t cover it. He’s delusional-proud. He thinks you and him are Hell’s royal power couple.
And honestly? You kinda are.
🎙️ ALASTOR📻
Alastor’s smile goes dead still—radio static ringing behind him like a glitching memory.
He speaks slowly: “My dear… you?”
His voice lowers into a dangerous velvet confusion: “You—of all souls—an Overlord equal to the beasts I hunt?”
He genuinely cannot compute it. It doesn’t match anything about you.
“You’re gentle. And hopelessly softhearted. And you laugh easily. And you feed stray demons. And you forgive everything…”
His head tilts, voice barely audible: “…so why are you one of them?”
He stares like trying to read secrets written under your skin.
Then his smile returns—too sharp. Too possessive.
“You should have told me.”
Not angry. Not loud. But wounded, possessive, hungry for truth.
“No more lies,” he murmurs, touching your cheek with gloved fingers. “You belong to me, and I cannot protect what I do not fully know.”
There it is—the yandere edge.
He steps closer, voice honey-sweet with ownership: “You are mine, mon chéri. Every secret. Every power. Every ruthless part of you… I’ll love even those.”
His smile drops one more octave: “And if Hell fears you… wonderful. It means they’ll never dare take you from me.”
He kisses your knuckles like claiming territory.
👑 LUCIFER🐥:
Lucifer hears the reveal through a dozen screaming demon tabloids and televised reactions all at once—news choppers outside, sirens, gossip websites crashing.
He’s in his office doing paperwork and suddenly—slam—every screen broadcasts your overlord form unmasked.
He freezes.
Then sets his pen down very slowly.
“…oh.”
Not angry.
Not horrified.
Just stunned.
He leans back in his throne chair, staring at the footage, eyes widening in growing realization:
“…oh my stars… she’s magnificent.”
There’s fear in his chest—not fear OF you—but fear FOR you.
The knowledge that you survived Hell alone, climbed higher than anyone predicted, became something colossal without help.
He whispers to himself:
“What have you endured, my love…?”
When you return home Lucifer stands at his balcony, hair swaying in the wind dramatically (of course), heart pounding.
“You could’ve told me,” he murmurs, voice tremoring just slightly. “I’m ancient—I’ve seen terrors—but you… you frighten me in a way I don’t hate.”
Yes, Lucifer Morningstar is intimidated.
Yes, he loves that about you.
He steps closer, tracing your arm with gentle fingertips:
“I’ve always attracted powerful women… but you? You are a force Hell itself bows to.”
You start to apologize and he hushes you with a soft touch to your cheek:
“No, no apologies. Only… no more hiding. I want every part of you. Even the parts that terrify the universe.”
His tone drops—
warm,
devoted,
a little desperate:
“And I hope… I pray… that when I can’t guide Charlie, you will. Hell needs people like her. And it needs people like you. Together.”
He kisses your forehead,
a reverent gesture,
almost worship.
“My queen,” he whispers against your skin,
“I’ve never been more proud… or more afraid… and I love that.”
Then, joking shyly under his breath:
“I can’t believe I’ve bagged another terrifying goddess. Truly, an addiction at this point.”
He laughs nervously—
Lucifer Morningstar,
nervous.
And in love.
💫CHARLIE💕
Charlie freezes when the mask slips. Her smile falters—just once—because the thought hits her immediately: How long were you carrying this alone? Why didn’t you trust me?
She tries to stay composed since millions just saw the reveal live, but you can see it in her eyes—confusion mixed with a sting of betrayal. Later, when cameras are off, she quietly asks:
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Not yelling. Not accusing. Just soft hurt. She squeezes her tail nervously and avoids eye contact for a moment.
“When we decided to be together, I thought we promised honesty…”
Her voice shakes, but she doesn’t pull away from you. Because Charlie isn’t someone who gives up on love easily.
But then, understanding floods through her: “You must have had reasons… Hell doesn’t treat the powerful kindly.”
Her heart aches at the idea of you going through centuries of punishment ALONE. She gently takes your hand and smiles—wobbly but loving:
“Just…please don’t keep things like that from me again.”
And then—because Charlie always dreams forward— “If you’ll help the hotel—with your powers—and with redemption… then of course I forgive you.”
She kisses your cheek and whispers: “I love all sides of you… even the terrifying ones.”
🦋 VAGGIE🪽
When the whole internet of Hell erupts over your livestream identity reveal, Vaggie shuts the screen off before the comments could get hateful.
She doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t accuse, doesn’t raise her voice. She just sits beside you quietly, knees touching your knees, and says in a painfully soft whisper:
“…I’ve hidden who I was too.”
At first, you think she means her life—she shakes her head. No who she was.
“No. That’s only part of it. I hid because I didn’t know who I was. And I thought if people knew, I’d be targeted, or used, or hated.”
A long pause. A long inhale.
Her voice trembles:
“I was an Angel, an exorcist” I thought being honest would mean losing everything… I’m sorry my love”
And it hits you—she understands in a way almost no one else possibly could.
Then she takes your hands in hers, squeezing so tight her gloves creak.
“Thank you for surviving long enough to meet me.”
You blink—she’s crying silently.
There is no judgment in her touch. Only empathy. Only understanding.
Then she confesses: “I’m terrified most days. I pretend I’m strong for everyone. But I know what it’s like to carry fear alone… so now that everyone knows your truth, let me share mine.”
She leans into your shoulder, voice small and fragile:
“Don’t hide from me. I won’t hide from you anymore either.”
She doesn’t kiss you. She rests her forehead against yours—the most intimate acceptance she’s capable of.
🗡️ ADAM🎸
Adam’s shock slowly turns into something forbidden and intoxicating. He laughs—half panicked, half flustered:
“Of course you’d be an Overlord. Because this relationship wasn’t already sinful enough.”
He paces, visibly stressed, visibly turned on, visibly annoyed with himself:
“I should condemn you. I should. But… I can’t. Because I love you and your—entire physical situation is—very distracting.”
Eventually, Adam corners you gently, voice dropping: “But there have to be rules. If we’re doing this… you need to help me with exterminations.”
You cross your arms, “Only if exterminations get cut in HALF—and only every two years.”
Adam scoffs, dramatic: “That’s ridiculous…”
Silence. Then quiet surrender.
“…Fine. I’ll make it work. But you owe me for this.”
His fingers slip around your waist: “And yes, we’re still together. Even if Heaven would smite me if they knew.”
🪽 ABEL🪽
Abel looks at you with a shattered expression. His voice almost gone:
“You’re one of them? The ones they warned us about?”
He retreats a step, wings tucked back, trying to breathe through the disappointment, through fear of losing you:
“You killed, you ruled, you conquered—was any of it necessary?”
Your silence hurts him more than any confession.
Then you take him to your territory— not violent, not chaotic, but structured, peaceful, organized.
Like a strange functioning kingdom instead of Hell’s chaotic madness.
Abel looks around, amazed: “This is… civilized. You protected these people…?”
He turns to you slowly, expression softening into stunned relief.
“My love… maybe you were surviving, not destroying.”
He cups your cheek gently, voice breaking: “But you can’t keep secrets from me anymore. Not when we’re partners.”
Then, with serious warmth: “And I want something in return… join Charlie’s redemption plan. Help your people rise. Help yourself rise.”
Finally, soft, hopeful: “I think… I can still believe in you.”
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Hello this won the polll and I enjoyed writing this a ton!!! I hope you all enjoy it, request are still open I am trying to do 2 a day so please be patient with me!! 💗💜
Hazbin hotel soulmate AU where you and your soulmate can both share each other’s pain.
Growing up, you never cried from any phantom pain at all, and when you were taken to the doctor, tests said that you were one of the 0.001% that had a soulmate who was already long dead by the time you were born. This kind of ruined your life. Everyone else had someone, and you were stuck with someone you’d never even know. You got bullied a lot for being the outlier.
However, one benefit is that you were always able to get into a ton of fights. Sure it resulted in a bunch of shady stuff that got you killed, but you didn’t have it in you to care. No soulmate, no reason to live like you’re made of glass. The doctors at your local hospital knew you by name and practically reserved a room for you.
So when you ended up in Hell, it terrified you when pain shot through your arm and you’d done nothing. You guessed that because you were as dead as your soulmate, you two could feel each other’s pain.
You told this to one of your friends from the gang you’d joined, and she’d stared at you like you’d grown a second head before laughing.
“Oh, Y/N. No, the scientists got it wrong because Heaven and Hell exist. If only one of you is alive, the dead soulmate will still feel it.”
Ah. You’d lost quite a bit of empathy being down here, but you still felt kinda bad for your soulmate. You’d caused them a lot more injuries than they’d ever made for you.
Eventually, you would meet them for the first time. The bond snaps into place as you two stare at each other. You’re left speechless - but your soulmate speaks before you can even process what’s going on.
“You.” They point a finger at you in total shock and outrage. “What the hell is wrong with you, you masochist?! I’ve never met anyone who gets hurt as much as you did! What the fuck?!”
And that’s the very first thing your soulmate ever says to you.
ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : contains Alastor, Vox, Adam, Lucifer, Husk and Valentino. i'm feeling inspired today, so i made another one ♡
𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑
Your encounters with Alastor are always laced with an air of vintage elegance, his radio-static voice crackling like an old broadcast as he draws you into his web of control. He's not one for overt affection, but when the mood strikes, he revels in the power dynamic, his fetishes rooted in dominance, biting, and sensory teasing.
He loves making you beg, withholding touch until you're trembling, his sharp teeth grazing your skin just enough to draw a gasp without breaking it—yet. Comfort is key for him; he'll ensure you're at ease before unleashing his more primal side, flirting with whispered taunts that make your pulse race.
You find yourself pinned against the velvet cushions of his radio tower, Alastor's antlers casting shadows as he hovers over you, his grin wide and predatory.
His hands stay clasped behind his back, but his mouth descends, lips brushing your neck before his teeth sink in lightly, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through you.
━━ Oh, darling, ━ he purrs, voice distorted with static. ━━ You taste delicious. Beg for more, won't you? Tell me how badly you need my touch. ━ you whimper, arching up, but he pulls back, chuckling. ━━ Not yet. Comfort first—tell me you're ready, and perhaps I'll indulge.
When you finally break, pleading, he bites harder, his tongue lapping at the mark as you cry out, his control absolute.
𝐕𝐎𝐗
Vox thrives on control and technology-infused intimacy, his fetishes including electrostimulation, daddy kink, pet play, collars, punishment, and marking. As a switch who prefers topping, he loves pinning you down, his screen flickering with arousal as he uses his electrical abilities to send tingling shocks through your body.
He's rough but attentive, always checking if you're okay amid the intensity, his chokers and collars a symbol of ownership that makes him glitch with excitement. Kisses cover every inch of you, and he adores meting out punishments for your brattiness, turning pain into electric ecstasy.
You're strapped to his control room chair, a sleek collar around your neck buzzing faintly with his power. Vox's claws trace your skin, his screen displaying hypnotic patterns as he leans in.
━━ Who's my good pet? ━ he demands, voice smooth like a late-night infomercial. You squirm, whispering "Me, Daddy." and he rewards you with a jolt of electricity that arcs from his fingers to your most sensitive spots, making you arch and moan.
━━ That's right— but you've been naughty, haven't you? Time for punishment. ━ he pins you harder, biting down on your shoulder to mark you as his, the shockwaves building until you're begging for release. ━━ Scream for me, baby. Let the whole network hear.
𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌
Adam's fetishes scream rockstar bravado mixed with hidden vulnerability; breeding kink, dacryphilia, degradation with praise, choking, spanking, hair pulling, collaring, and a love for femdom elements like pegging and being called "good boy."
He's a bratty switch, rough and dominant on the surface but melting into submission when you take charge. He adores the power play, gripping your hips aggressively in missionary or mating press, whispering filthy taunts while choking you lightly, but flip the script and he's whimpering, tears in his eyes from denial, begging for more.
You straddle Adam on his heavenly throne, his mask discarded, golden eyes wide with need as you collar him and pull his hair back.
━━ Please, mommy. ━ he groans, voice breaking as you tease him with slow grinds, denying his thrusts.
━━ Fuck, you're so hot when you cry—look at those tears. ━ You spank him hard, his body jolting, and he bucks up desperately.
━━ Degrade me more, tell me I'm your good boy.
When you finally peg him, his wings flare, breeding fantasies spilling out; "Fill me up, make me yours." His degradation turns to praise as you choke him lightly — "You're perfect, so fucking tight" — until he's sobbing in ecstasy, your control shattering his ego.
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑
Lucifer's fetishes blend his fallen angelic charm with deep-seated longing; praise kink, size difference (playing on his shorter stature), wing play, daddy kink, light bondage, and oral fixation.
He's a devoted switch, adoring to worship you with kisses everywhere, his wings sensitive to your touch. He loves being tied up or tying you, praising every inch of your body while he devours you, his smaller frame making the intimacy feel overwhelmingly intimate. Roughness scares him at first, but once assured, he dives in, his demonic form emerging for added intensity.
You're tangled in silk ropes on Lucifer's grand bed, his wings unfurled and quivering as you stroke the feathers, drawing a shudder from him.
━━ You're so beautiful, my perfect little angel. ━ he murmurs, lips trailing down your body, his tongue flicking expertly between your thighs. ━━ Daddy's going to make you feel so good, tell me how much you love it. ━ you gasp, praising him back — "You're amazing, Luci, so big inside me despite everything" — and he blushes, his size kink flaring as he enters you, wings wrapping around to cocoon you.
━━ Cum for me, let me fill you up. ━ he begs, his voice cracking with need, oral fixation kicking in as he licks every drop afterward.
𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊
Husk's fetishes draw from his feline nature; scratching, biting, clawing, collars, purring vibrations, licking sensitive spots, and a dominant top energy with rubbing and marking.
He's gruff but sensual, his paws roaming possessively, claws leaving light trails on your back and stomach. He loves collars on you or him, purring deeply during intimacy to send vibrations through your body. Always a top, he's rough yet caring, ensuring your comfort amid the animalistic urges.
You're on all fours in Husk's dimly lit bar, a collar jingling around your neck as his paws grip your hips.
━━ That's it, kitten—arch for me. ━ he growls, his tongue lapping at your neck before biting down, marking you as his. His claws scratch down your back, drawing red lines that make you shiver, purring rumbling from his chest to vibrate against you.
━━ Gonna claw you up good, make you beg. ━ you whimper, pushing back, and he rubs against you teasingly.
━━ Lick every inch of you after—your sensitive parts are mine.
When he finally thrusts in, his purring intensifies, claws digging into your stomach as he dominates, leaving you scratched and sated.
𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎
Valentino's fetishes are intensely dominant and sadistic; daddy kink, chains, collars, massive punishments, biting, marking, pinning, seeing you blush and whimper, and a constant top role.
He's relentless, using chains to bind you, delivering punishments that border on ecstasy, his multiple arms pinning you helplessly. He thrives on your submission, marking you everywhere with bites, loving the power of making you tremble and beg.
You're chained to Valentino's studio bed, his moth wings fluttering as he towers over you, collar tight around your throat.
━━ Look at you, mi amor, blushing and whimpering already. ━ he coos, voice dripping with mock sweetness. ━━ Daddy's going to punish you hard tonight.
His hands pin you down, bites littering your skin as you cry out.
━━ Say it, tell me you deserve it.
You gasp, "Yes, Daddy, punish me," and he delivers, chains rattling as he thrusts roughly, marking every inch.
━━ You're mine, all marked up and broken. ━ his punishments build until you're a whimpering mess, his dominance unyielding.
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