Hi darling! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering, I wanted to request! You really write very well and keep up with the good work! So anyways.. Can I request smut for Alastor, Lucifer & Crimson reacting to their girlfriend wear a lingerie?
Thank you so much! Have a lovely day/night!!
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Imma go ahead and ignore that icky word that's in there and make it S/O because I want to write Alastor. Here is my request page for anyone who wants to in the future. Please take a read before you come into my inbox :D
Can I request smut for Alastor, Lucifer & Crimson reacting to their [REDACTED] wearing lingerie?
Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write female reader, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???
C/W: NSFW topics, Each character will have their own respective warnings, Sexual content, duh, no pronouns used, Bottom! reader favored, Established relationships. OOC?, I mean this would never happen, so yeah ooc
Notes: the giggle I had to stop when I got to Alastor good god, but Lucifer was honestly the funniest and most enjoyable to write. I had a smile on my face the whole time
Crimson ♧︎...
C/W: Slight Voyeurism (mention of his right hand man Alessio), Degradation, he def has a sir kink, don't lie to me, mention of stealing/sugarbaby (hes an asshole) mention of stalkers? admirers?? idk he just mentions people leaving you gifts,
For being an old (mafia) man. He's not opposed to a little dress up
Only if its you though. He would NEVER
He would be into something with a little more class.
Never will his darling look like some 2 cent floozy
So none of that crotchless bull honky. While he wouldn't be mad at it, he would rather leave more to the imagination. Something to work for, y'know?
And he would certainly work for it.
You really wanna get him going? Accentuate your hips. That's something him and Moxxie can agree. They like their darling with a little bit of width~
If you are gonna wear something for him, you best put on a show while you're at it.
He waits to do business after dinner, so why not let him enjoy his meal
For an asshole he has some manners now
Always making you cum once or twice before even taking your outfit off.
It likes to wait before unwrapping his gift <3
But once he gets more accustom to your interest
He's definitely going to be the one buying you the set
well its his money that's being used, Al is the one who goes and picked them up. Poor baby...
"You're so needy, baby. But did you need to go and make yourself out to be a whore in the middle of a meeting?" Crimson said as he placed a hand on your waist. His desk might not be the most comfortable place, but it will do for now. It's not like he can ignore you when you got all dolled up for him.
"I don't remember buying this one. Alessio leaving you gifts now too?" His fingers slid under the thin fabric as you let out a soft whine before answering, "I got them,.. custom made, sir." you said, trying to steady your breathing as his hands wandered between your legs. You let out a yelp as he spreads your legs out more for himself.
"And where are you getting this money from, huh? Hope you're not stealing it from me, brat." He gives you a soft glare and a questioning look as his eyes scan over the fabric that covered you, before his spotted the embroidered 'C. Knolastname' on the front of the waist band. With his index finger and thumb, he hooked them around the band and traced the deigned. Crimson gives you a smirk and placed a kiss right under your belly button before moving down.
"Hmm... maybe i do have a use for that ring then after all, but i should repay this favor before hand. Right, (Y/n) Knolastname?"
Lucifer 𓅰...
C/W: light choking, another one with a superiority kink, mentions of god (he calls himself it), size kink for the fact I thought this man was like 5'8-10 come to look up his like 6'2-3, slight crack fic (because he wouldn't take anything seriously until truly needed, he giggles when you change in front of him, it's always a crack fic with him)
HE HAS A MATCHING SET!!
god how my perception of these characters have been warped
but he has most definitely bought you outfits before, probably the only one to go out of his way to get matching ones.
Even got a few custom ones made, you can always tell by the little duck embroidered somewhere on them.
He's game for anything you wanna wear. He isn't gonna stop you, if anything he's gonna encourage you to wear more.
He's helpless for you in such a pretty outfit and it's all for him?
He feels loved and he's sure to pay that back ten fold in the bedroom.
You might not allowed to be in heaven, but he can show you what it was like~
I maaay..be a bit delusional, but in private I feel like he's all giggly and shit.
Oh an he definitely was the first time you pulled this from your hat of tricks.
Almost a little to giggly i'd sat, to think the ruler of hell would be this flustered over an article of clothing is beyond me
But once he starts to become use to it. He starts to expect it. What? He is the king of Hell after all.
And he truly expects to be treated like one. (He's a brat when he doesn't get attention)
Be it sinner, hell-born, or even the 'perfect OC/that everyone loves who is half angel half devil/stronger then god/etc' he's gonna ask you one thing constantly...
"Please, my angel of death? Just one time, for me? Then i'll never ask again. Promise."
"I'm not wearing a duck tail while you fuck me. When- Where in hell did you even get these made?" you asked as you held up the pair of yellow lingerie with a duck tail sown on the back of the waist band.
"You shouldn't need to worry about that, my love. All you need to worry about is wearing them for me." He said with a light sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, a soft smile resting on his face.
"Again, I am not. fucking. wearing. them, you prick-!" As soon as you got the name out you felt yourself against the wall. The soft smile gone from Lucifer's face as a dark look pooled in his eyes, an unsettling stare never leaving yours. Before you could apologize, his hand wrapped around throat, his index finger pushed your face up to his as he spoke with a low voice.
Almost like that cheery devil was just a front...
"Oh, how far from grace you have fallen, my dear. Seems you already forgotten your god. But that's no trouble at all, for tonight..." His grip on your neck got tighter as he got closer to your ear and a sinister smile made itself at home upon his pale face. Y'know, you really only notice how big he is when he gets like this... oh that wasn't a complaint. Not when his presence alone encaged you against the wall, let alone the possessive grip that he had on you.
"I'll teach you how to praise my name once again."
Alastor 𐂂...
C/W: Teasing, sadly abo mention, WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME I AM RIGHT, blood mentions, possessive behaviors, light choking, mentions of cannabalism, duh, playing more into the abo, uhm, sniffing? idfk leave me alone its late. oh ft: a guest at the end.
Another man with class, just not as much. I mean, come on, he's still a sinner~
though when you present yourself to him in your outfit, he can't help, but raise a brow as he tried to keep down his smile at the sight.
Definitely a big tease, a BIG tease
Especially when you look so cute for him, squirming under his indifferent gaze. Oh how he wants to squeeze your cheeks and leave you begging for release~
He's also one for a game of cat and mouse.
so when you go out into town with him make sure to slip his favorite pair of lingerie under your clothes
And if you're one wear revealing clothes, then I hope you're ready for a possessive (and bloody) overlord, ad pray for anyone who thinks they can touch you, let alone come near you.
oh AND OHHHH wanna know how you really got him? How you really got to him??? When the static cuts out and that Louisiana drawl' comes out of him. (I would die. again.)
(If I say he has a rut would that be considered A/b/o? I mean he is a deer demon, same with other demons in a similar case)
but WHOOO WEE
for someone who normally has a distaste for touch that isn't initiated by him, He'll enjoy a night or two (on the rare occasion) where he lets you indulge yourself
though, do be careful now, he's a gentleman up and foremost, but he's not always a patient man at that. He's always willing to return the favor tenfold~
And if you already couldn't tell, he loves the color red, basically lives in it. So it's safe to it sets something off in him
be the cannibal in him, or maybe he just likes the color a little too much
but at the end of it you'll more marked up then a rough draft <3
"Bless your heart, Dear. Did you think I wouldn't notice... your little getup? His clawed fingers trailed your sides as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. His frame trapping you in your seat and god, would it be terrifying for any mere sinner in this position, if it wasn't for the playful twitch of his ear that told you otherwise.
Someone was enjoying this more then he let on...
It wasn't the first time you had teased him in public, but it was the first time people really had the courage to come talk to you. To give the poor souls benefit of the doubt, you were just sat at the bar talking to husk. Though, you would also think the red pinstripe outfit and microphone that rested at your side gave itself away.
"And it seems i'm not the only one. Now, if I were to kill everyone in this god forsaken hotel. Whose fault would that be, hm?" A clawed hand made it's way around your throat as it softly pulled you back, letting him have full access to your neck. Burying his face in your neck, he took in a deep breathe as static radiated off him.
"Or maybe I should have you for a meal tonight. You do smell quite... appetizing, my darling. Such a shame I have to ruin that pretty little outfit of yours." Before you could even gasp a grumbling and angry voice rang out, bringing you both back into reality.
"Can you two not fuck at my bar please? You are just as bad as that damn spider."
"Oh of course Husker! We'll get out of your fur right now actually! Wasn't like these pathetic things were going to get a taste of you anyways."
here's a snippet from the minlix uncharted au (aka treasure hunters au) that nobody asked for:
felix hesitantly grabs the phone, breath hitching as he's greeted by the sight of chan, his arm thrown around minho's shoulder. minho's face scrunched up, felix zooms in on chan though. older looking yet still obviously chan, his hair grown out in the unruly curls he always hated and that familiar dimpled smile. "woah," felix says, smiling despite himself, "when was this? where was this? where is he?"
"two years ago," minho answers, a small crease between his eyebrows. "we were in spain, trying to track down the captain's journal when we got separated..." he pauses, looking down at the phone and clears his throat, "haven't heard from him since, he ghosted me."
felix's expression falls as he looks at chan's smiling face one last time, he should've known the idea of seeing chan again was too good to be true. "yeah, sounds like chan," he sighs, holding out the phone.
minho's looking at him intensely, scrutinizing as if he's trying to memorize every detail, or read his mind through expression alone. "so. you haven't heard from him?"
felix clears his throat, the heaviness of minho's gaze feeling like an anchor pulling him beneath the surface. he shakes his head as he steps away, "nope. it's been years since i last heard from him."
"not even a postcard?"
felix thinks about the stack of postcards he keeps hidden away, the last one from just about two years ago. it's another point for minho telling the truth about knowing chan. "no. nothing," he answers.
"right. well, he had a theory that the answer to the location was in the captain's journals. and look, i don't know what happened between you two, but i figured we find the gold, we find chan," minho explains as if it's as simple as that, his eyes expectant as he waits for a reply. he probably thinks it's a sure selling point. "are you in?"
and what sucks is that he's right it is the exact selling point to get felix; he sighs, looking over at the map. his heart speeding up in anticipation, hope blooming through his entire body and weaving it's way around his ribcage like vines. he could find chan after all this time, he could accomplish the silly dream they always had of finding the treasure. he wants to say yes. instead he ignores it, shoves down all the emotions building up. he thinks about the past decade he wasted on hoping that chan would find his way back to him, because felix was always waiting. that stack of postcards is proof that chan knew exactly where to find him and never even bothered to visit once. so why should he bother to find him.
"no," he says, turning to see minho frowning, eyes blinking and brows furrowed. his head tilting as he parts his lips, felix doesn't give him a chance to speak, "when chan left he'd call every once in awhile to check in and promise he'd come back but he never did. so as far as i'm concerned my brother disappeared a long time ago. i guess you just gotta find someone else."
i’m constantly refreshing my twitter feed for anything new relating to Ned “Infidelity” Fulmar like a damn parasite right now because these bitches are too damn funny
Felix's life gets turned upside down when the mysterious Lee Minho recruits him to find a rumored lost treasure worth billions. Except he's not only giving Felix the opportunity to go the adventure he's been dreaming of since he was a kid, it's the chance to reunite with his long lost brother.
But of course, nothing ever goes as plan.
Or: an Uncharted AU
this is pure self indulgence. No I am not apologizing. No I am not sorry and yes I am a glutton for punishment.
Overall Notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.
C/W: Angst no comfort. Howl being a low-key asshole, and a man whore. Self deprecation.
Notes: I have been rewatching this movie like a psychopath
Steps to loving a fool...
People will tell you all the ways they fell for a fool and how they loved a fool.
How they whisked them away off their feet with such carefree nature.
But they also recall how it hurt to let them go at the end.
They always say a bird does not belong in a cage
Because there are many steps to loving a fool, but there are only a few key steps you need to keep in mind.
While the enjoyment and wonder of it is exciting at first a person can only take so much before they finally collapse in on themselves like a star.
Step 1: A fool is as free as the wind.
For as long as you could remember he's always moved as if he was the wind himself.
Maybe it was because he could fly and walk? on air
Being with him was like you were floating
God, to be above the clouds with him once again
To feel as free as he does every day of his life
But you've never seen him settle down, even within his own home.
Always adding a new room, or waking up in a new place with new doors.
That amazement you feel when you hear the click of the door and then the new location or sight before you
Oh is that a new book? What does that trinket do?
The fascinated look on his face always captured your attention more then the trinket did most days
His magic never failed to excite you, only brought you more wonder in what he was capable off
Every time he came through the door he always brought something new
Always something new, something that brought change within the castle
Something was always changing.
Step 2: A fool changes like the seasons
Never get too comfortable and never get used to anything.
As cozy as the house was, he was changing it to how he liked at that moment.
It would become a maze of new rooms and halls.
All the more room for him to make a mess.
Sometimes even a new explosion, opening a new window in the castle.
Yet, you can never develop a habit. Can never maintain a routine
Never able to get a schedule down
Never able to understand what he was doing
Never able to even assume what he's doing
Never able to assume you know what he's thinking.
It's only a matter of time before he changes his interest.
Last month it was simple Science
Today? making a plant into a horse
Tomorrow? Only he knows.
Markl, while a good kid, was on the back burner of the wizards mind sometimes
maybe even a lot of the times, but he always made it up to him with long lessons and studies with the boy.
Guess you weren't even on his mind now a days
You can't blame him though
it's not like you had an altitude for magic or anything.
You didn't have any knowledge from a great beyond
You honestly should've known
The first few months were bliss was him
then it became every few days, every few weeks... every few months... every few y-
Step 3: A fool is never shackled down
When was the last time you made a proper friend?
Calcifer and Markl were both a lovely chat.
But, you could only talk about so much within an ever moving home.
Sure, you've made a few acquaintanceships, but never more than that.
You didn't have enough time to make friends anyways
Didn't stay long ever to keep them either
You would leave town as fast as you came in.
Appearing one night then disappearing the next.
And the excitement of it disappeared just as quick.
Realization only hit quicker.
Watching fling after fling after fling after fling after-
What was it that made them different?
Maybe thats why he's always running away
Being around too long would make too much of an attachment
That means commitment
It means it's no longer just him
A fool carries their own burdens, they don't need the burdens of other as well
He already has his own worries
what made you think he would care for yours?
At first he was attentive, the soft grazing touches he gave felt as if he was treating you as fragile glass
Any force and you would shatter
When did you shatter?
Do you remember when you did?
Did he even realize that you did?
Step 4: A fool won't listen to anyone, but themselves
The house was a mess
Covered in waste from failed potions and experiments.
Molded food and trash everywhere, no matter how much it got cleaned
You had told him that witch wasn't good news
You said she was hiding something from him. From everyone.
Everyone could see he was gonna end up hurt
Yet, you were the wrong one
He's was in love couldn't you see
You wanted this to happen, didn't you?
For him to settle down?
You always said to slow down
Why was it an issue now?
If you don't like it why do you care about it?
You shouldn't be here anymore then
"Why do you always incise on being a nuisance?!"
You have over stayed your welcome.
Silence lingered in the room
The ever so witty fire demon was at a lost for words even
All he could do was watch as you turned away from him and walked to your room.
He watched the ground as you walked away and slammed the door.
He was about to let out a sigh before a second slam followed again.
This time a few steps away
"porthaven door..."
He watched the door in surprise, the dial clicking into place.
sighing finally he turned to the stairs
"Calcifer, warm up a bath"
Step 5: A fool only learns after they have lost themselves
He was sure you would be back the next morning
You always came back, even when he was clearly in the wrong
Even when he would spew hateful words at you for the littlest of thing
You always came back
But when morning came, the castle was as still as it was left the night before.
He realized it’s gone too far
The soft cracks in the glass finally broke
that prideful wizard finally began to break
ode to the boy who shallowed a star in exchange for his heart…
who had lost the only thing that filled the space…
hey i’m just asking maybe could you do dating head canons for crimson from helluva boss? nsfw or sfw i don’t mind <33
Absolutely. I love how the fandom is already down bad for mafia man.
hey i’m just asking maybe could you do dating head canons for crimson from helluva boss? nsfw or sfw i don’t mind <;33
Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.
C/W: Possible OOC, Mentions of kidnap, abuse, torture, murder, death threats, mentions of sexual assault, cursing, spoilers (duh)
Notes: I tried making it as close to mafia man without him just beating you low-key /j, the first part of this I made into a small story without realizing, I hope that alright. Just some build up to it. <3
SFW
Prior to the relationship
"Earth Hell Angel"
Let's ignore the fact he would probably, most definitely never come into contact with any of us. Point blank.
You would have to be making some kind of deal with the Knolastname family, born into riches, or work for him. (I have stories for each in my head)
But let's tinker with the process shall we
The way you two met was by young Moxxie
You were a musician playing at one of the very few operating clubs in greed, operating meaning wasn't just a front for something else.
Moxxie was a teen at the time and being a teen felt a little rebellious. Like of course who wouldn't rebel against their mafia father.
Only issue was, Moxxie was in the middle of a mission when he decided to rebel leaving his father's men to find him in a club listening to a singer.
Crimson was just gonna burn the place down, maybe this time Moxxie would learn to not fuck with him anymore, but he wanted it to run deeper.
He wanted to kidnap who ever the singer was and torture them in front of the young imp to properly ingrain the lesson into him.
What he didn't expect was to be seated at a table each passing night, lit cigar in hand as he waited for the performer of the night.
It slowly became routine for him, and he slowly become your top patron. Enough to were you didn't need to preform so much.
That was until you met a bright eye imp with a tune for music...
And his devilish father
The young imp for express his passion for music, which you could only respond with the same enthusiasm, if It wasn't for the menacing eyes scanning over your body as he whispered to the shark behind him, eyes never leaving you.
This went on for months, moxxie would come and talk to you after shows and show you some songs he made. Though it wasn't just Moxxie paying you visits.
If it wasn't moxxie in your dressing room after a show, the older Knolastname would take his stay.
He often made snide remakes on working in, as he would say, "The only place where even the roaches don't wanna go" while he made himself comfy on the couch in the room.
Originally he had body guards posted around the room, outside the door, and around the outside of the building.
But that ended when one of his men tried to make a move on you while he was on the phone.
Oh boy the look on his face when he came back into the room and saw you being held down by one of the guards.
He doesn't know why, but when he saw the scared look on your face, a silent plea for help was all it took for a whole new line of guards to be instated.
"One bad apple can rot the rest. So its only best he gets rid of them all right?"
He was gonna need a LOT more walls in his home for plaques.
From there on out the only people that were allow in your room were him, Moxxie, oh and him, did he forget to mention that handsome imp right there? yeah him, oh wait thats him, whoops.
It became routine, well, as much as mafia work can be routine.
Each week he'll ask you when you're preforming, then not respond to any other text or conversation after that, because why would he? That's not what he's asking for.
Don't worry though, he still actively listens and pays attention, even making mental notes here and there on some things, but nothing else matters.
He's just going through his mental calendar of the week to make time for each show. <3
And if he's unable to make it, he'll either send Moxxie or a goon with a stack of money to make up
Though half of it just goes to the person who delivers it, you tried sending it back once and the poor goon had to walk back to the club with a bullet in each knee
Soon after moxxie was the only one allowed half the money
He found out the goons were given half the money and were made to give it back, half alive of course.
Dating Crimson
This old man only realized he liked you when he was in an argument with Moxxie.
Moxxie had a date with chez, but Crimson wanted to send him to the club with yet another stack of money.
"Sir, this is the third time you sent them money today. I think they are well off for the night."
"I didn't call you here to think, boy, I called you here to go to that club. I don't want to repeat myself."
"Well, sir, I don't think sending your son with a stack of money is gonna win their love."
The air grew still in the room as silence over took them
"Get out."
Moxxie needn't think twice with that one, as he raced off to his fishy lover (pun intended)
Jesus and thats just before the relationship, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to date him. (yes I can thats why im here, albeit VERY OOC cough you're not abused cough)
When this man finally has you in his grasp, I hope you don't like traveling far.
He is a possessive lover, like Possessive lover with a capital p.
As much as he hates it, he'll allow you to play at the club, it's not like he owns it or anything.
He does, he bought it awhile ago when he overheard how your boss talked to you. good to not he's not missing... side eye
Oddly enough (I say as I write) he's very touch starved.
He is very handsy the moment you allow him to be, a hand is always on you, if you're not already held close to his side.
"What are you talking about? I keep you close to me so you don't get lost. Can't have you winding up in an unsavory deal down here."
His favorite thing to do is come into your dressing room and hug you from behind as you get ready in the mirror.
Face buried in your neck as his body slumps and his tail wraps tightly around your leg.
Only looking up when your hand runs through his hair and you let out a light giggle, a soft glare pointed at you through the mirror.
Another has to be when you're sitting on his lap in your dressing room, music playing in the background as you softly sing the words to him while you chart your hands through his hair
Crimson never cared for music, to much of a sinner thing for him, mostly because he did business with other hell-born and never interacted with them, but he could appreciate it a bit if you came along with it
Especially when you give him that look, one that would carry the seven rings of hell alone, and it was all for him.
God, he would lock you up away from all of hell in an instant if you let him.
He actually tried once, though it went over quite quickly when you threaten to no longer give him kisses or attention in general, he surprising backed down quickly.
Though his next statement was for you to move in with Moxxie and him. No, not a question, Yes, a statement.
Your belongs had already been moved while you had this conversation. Hope you don't mind.
Oh Oh OH did this make Crimson happy. The first morning he felt a warm body wrapped in his arms, he dug his face deeper into the source.
He could call off his meetings for the day, not like they could do much about it.
Not when he has what he wants right in front of him.
He may never encounter an angel from heaven, but why would he need to, he had his own right here.
Crimson only truly realized this when you barged into his office one night, grumbling incoherent insults carrying a plate of food in your hand.
"You know for someone who gets on me for not eating right you always take it above and beyond."
placing the food on his desk you pull a chair around and sat next to him reaching into your pocket.
"I hope you're not planning on killing me, darling."
"You have a headache, don't you?" "huh?"
"You've been at work for over a day, you gotta have one by now."
Placing a bottle of pain killers on the desk you picked up the fork and softly blew on it to cool it down, before bringing it to his mouth.
Yeah, he could get use to this, he could get really use to this.
And yeah he may not be his son's biggest supporter, but when he sees Moxxie and you gushing over whatever nonsense that came to mind, his home no longer felt as cold like it once did.
NSFW
C/W: Marks, Degrading, Collars, Choking, Smoking,
Did I mention he was a possessive lover? Because he's also a jealous lover, and it tends to end with a few REALLY obvious marks on your body
From the dark and almost concerning hicks that adorn your neck, to the red and angry claw marks that riddle your thighs, the guest started to wonder if you were mauled by a bear.
or a cannibal... Say, did he sound like a radio host?
He doesn't even want you looking at anyone else and if he found out anyone was trying to be with you it would mean their head was mounted on the wall
and yours was planted in the bed... <3
"To think we would go through this again, it's almost as if you want to be treated like a dog"
Mind you he's still an old timer, he isn't one for anything fancy. Aka: you brought up toys in bed and he got a little too jealous at the thought of you cumming from something that wasn't him
"Saying I don't fuck you well enough? That's funny, because if I do recall, your pretty little head was cock drunk before I even did anything, or are you just that much a whore that you need more then one?"
The thought of getting an Ozzie's Mold your own Cock kit did pass his mind once or twice.
Remember how I said he was handsy, I don't know it's because he's a murderer or not, but I do see him being very fond of choking.
It reminds him of a collar in a sense, getting you one has passed his mind too
You would wear it for him right? At least when you two are alone? Just for a bit.
Long enough that he can take some photos of your blissed out face saving it for later, as the metal tag shines slowly with each rise of your chest.
But in all honesty his hand looks much better wrapped around your neck as he ruts into you from behind, growling in your ear as his grip tightens.
Crimson is literally the definition of Grr, bark and growl, and they all happen at once.
It started out with a low growl from him as you talked to a male coworker, soon it turned to him barking orders at you to get on your knees in your dressing room.
What? It's your fault you decided to talk with that low life. He should be rewarded for letting him walk away with half his vision.
I must say though, the old school charm does such wonders.
Especially on date nights <3
He may have already been in your pants, he still goes out of his way to treat it like it's the first time.
Compliments thrown your way as he pours you a glass of wine, all of it over looked by a sneaky tail trailing its way between your legs in the middle of dinner.
You ARE at Ozzie's after all
Those nights end up with you slowly riding him, his hand on your jaw to keep you looking at him.
"Something the matter dear? Do you need help finishing? Just ride me a bit more, yeah? You've been doing so good for me."
Crimson's strong suit... is definitely not his praise, but he does pick up on the small noises and movements you make each time he does.
Yet, he saves it for those soft and affectionate nights. He's still a mafia man at heart, but hey, he's coming around.
One last thing that will set this imp off is you smoking, as random as it may seem. Be it weed, a cigarette, shit, even one of his cigars, his lips(?) are on yours inhaling the smoke you exhale.
You did mention a band named cigarettes after sex at point. Why not put it into action.
Talking about after sex.........
He's fucking terrible at after care. You would be lying through your teeth if you said he was.
He's gotten better after a few months, few meaning over half a year. He's gotten better at least?
It's not everyday a Mob lord is on his knees cleaning up after himself, or running to fetch a glass of water.
Though he makes it up with more trips to the lust ring~
He can't help it, they have the best clubs in all of hell <3
“I never learned to like something, darling. I only let it consume me.”
Hi! I just saw your Crimson HC and you write his character really well! I was wondering if you could write a little sfw something with him, maybe a sort of enemies to lovers kind of thing? You know, since he's so awful I would just love to punch him in the face and he has no right being as attractive as he is, but here I am :,) I think it would be really interesting to see him in a sort of rivalry and totally in denial about his feelings for an enemy. If you don't want to feel free to ignore this, have a nice day/night :)
Oh of course! He needs to be whacked a few times, it would do him some good
I was wondering if you could write a little sfw something with him, maybe a sort of enemies to lovers kind of thing?
Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???
C/W: Soft Angst, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Alcohol
Notes: mmmmmmmm he's not sure what to do when someone has more power over him and he certainly doesn't understand when they show a form of interest in him, interest that may cost him his sanity.... or his street cred.
Power Hungry...
You would think having power meant you could always get what you wanted. No matter the cost, time, or men it took to get it. So, why have you been forced to deal with this pesky thrown in your side?
One that had taken the form of an equally as pesky Imp.
After making it far into Mammon's little group you could say, you ruled a part of the greed ring. One that held a certain Imp and his gang of loan sharks. That's how you ended up in a game of tug and pull with the man. Well, more so like a cat and mouse. Only difference was you actually held power...
And that's something he hated.
It started when you stopped by an infamous amusement park in the greed ring. Simple check ups here and there, a few money disputes with some sticky fingered imps, even a little Jest with the parks main attraction. Though it was cut short when you heard the muffled moans and groans of someone.
Stepping out of the circus tent, you could see a poor soul tied up and blind folded to a broken pole, with a target painted on his stomach.
"Let's try this again, boy. Since that the broad ain't here to ruin it now."
Raising a brow to the statement you turned a bit to the harsh voice of an imp dressed in a pinstripe suit, pushing a rifle into a child's arms. Sighing, you took a deep breath before walking over,
"Now I know this IS hell, gentlemen, but I don't think public executions is a good look for our overall theme here. So if you could take your... dirty laundry out, that would be great."
You could hear a pin drop if it wasn't for the screaming guest on the rollercoasters behind you and the muffled music from inside of the tent. Crimson turned his head with a click of his tongue,
"Do you know who I even am, doll? I operate this part of greed if you know what's good-"
"Stop."
His eyebrow raised as he looked at you with a confused look while you just shook your head at him. A raised hand held out to him as you looked at your phone before glancing back at him.
"I didn't ask for all that. I asked you to take this, somewhere else. Oh, and before I leave you to it"
You stepped towards young Moxxie, poor thing hugging the rifle unsure of what to do until you took it from his hands with a smile. Which went away as quickly as it came as you pushed the rifle into Crimson chest, stepping away.
"Be a real man and do your own dirty work next time, doll."
Moxxie knew that look on his father face, the snarl of his lips, the twitch of his eye, and the dark rumble from his chest. At least they were nice to him, even if it was for a moment. Not that many people can walk away from his father like that, especially healthy and in one piece. One thought was common between father and son,
"They'll wind up dead tomorrow."
If only tomorrow would come quicker. It started with the occasional thug or grunt coming to your office on some terrible assassin improve before they were dealt with by the guards. Then it turned into loan shark showing up at your house trying to get you to sign some god awful contract, just to be met with the slam of a door.
That lasted for months on end until Mammon sent a personal note via a goon asking why he kept insisting on keeping his assistant distracted from their work. That caused the goons and thugs to stop coming, but that didn't stop him all together.
His latest attempt was to send Moxxie himself, and you must say, Moxxie is wonderfully gifted in music. You even started paying for music lessons recently and plan to surprise him for his birthday with them.
Poor thing was nothing like his father, you could proudly say that after the man showed up at your house, gold tooth shining brightly in the light from your home.
"I was starting to think you god cold feet or better yet gave up, doll."
"I swear to satan, call me that shit again and I'll-"
You rolled your eyes, flicking his forehead. You gently grabbed his hand and pull him inside, and swiftly shutting the door. Instructing him to take his shoes off, you walked deeper into the home as Crimson stood there in shock, unconsciously slipping off his shoes and following behind you.
"Is it normal for you to pull mob bosses into your house or is this a special occasion?"
"No, Only the ones I find cute. be happy you meet the minimum standard."
He was about to retaliate, but he was cut off by the soft smile planted on your face as you slid him a glass of whisky,
"Assuming you like your whisky neat, correct? Don't take you for a wine guy."
"I can enjoy a fine wine, I'm surprised you even have this. Never took you for one to have some class."
"I guess we all have our secrets, right?"
You softly clinked your glass with his as he stared at you with a look of indifference which you could only laugh at. The sound bringing him back as he watched you down the glass of whisky and set it down.
"But we could learn all about them on a proper date, yeah? It's getting late and I have a meeting tomorrow"
"Wait, a proper date? What the fuck did you think this was?"
"Only the worst murder attempt I've seen since the amusement park, but I look forward to the next one. Goodnight Crimson"
Before he even knew it he was on the step of the front door as you held a soft smile on your face once again. He was about to speak, but he was cut off when he felt the feeling of a kiss being planted on his cheek and the soft click of a door closing.
"––FOR SATAN'S SAKE!"
He yelled out, which was quickly met with you swinging open the door and hitting him in the stomach, telling him to stop yelling so late. Maybe power could get you everything you wanted, you just didn't think it would show up on your door step....
I really would like to request something, since you asked for it and hell yes the last episode was a banger. I love your Crimson HCs and I think you captured him really well. But I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe she got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)
Best regards
Ciel ♡
yall got me fucked up for saying this again, but still making me want to write the story (especially this request, it's like holding a carrot in front of the horse rn) but I will say my piece. I hope it was just a slip of the mind BUT I DO NOT WRITE FEMALE READER fuck I care if you read my writing, but the more it happens the more I'm pushed to write a cock onto the reader. I did ask for request so im not gonna complain anymore.
I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe [REDACTED] got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)
Overall Notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.
C/W: SFW - NSFW(suggested/mentioned), Lots of song quotes, Suggestive behavior, mentions of alcohol/smoking, platonic flirting from Ozzie/Fizz, reader serves cunt /positive, low-key himbo reader, special guests Ozzie's other faces, I love them,
Notes: All music used and referenced too will be noted at the bottom. I realize I take so long on writing its like bad. I can either do it for hours on end or I have to split it up. Never in-between. Also tell me why I found myself at 1 in the morning listening to bird sounds to try and be accurate.
Sip the Gossip...
Giggles
Hoot hoot boy
my dear beloved
My dear Icarus
Anyways...
Ahem...
He never saw himself coming back to the lust ring after the first time.
Truth be told he hoped it was the last time as well.
But alas he found himself wondering around the ring once more
Stolas wasn't looking for anything when he came to the Lust Ring
Well,,. he was looking for something, more so someone
And that was a meeting with Prince Asmodeus himself
Truth be told, it's not too hard to find the bright and extravagant circus tent like building.
Flashing lights drawing a demon in like a moth to a flame.
Matched with the loud music that reverberated across the ring
Yet, it was a hassle to find the damned three faced demon prince, an even bigger challenge to get a moment with him alone.
And the moment he finally got to talk to him. Just as he was about to ask him to take this somewhere private. Just as he was about to get the words out. Just as he was about to ask for a crysta-
A voice rang out behind him, taking Asmodeus's attention away from a now annoyed owl.
Stolas turned around with a huff, his tail feathers ruffling in irritation, as his entire body puffed up in anger and mock intimidation.
Only to be stopped in his tracks once again as soon as he peered down below.
The soft flick of a heart shaped tail and pointed blacks horns with soft cracks of red running through them entered his view.
A mischievous succubus made their way past him and stood in front of Asmodeus.
The cheeky smile on their face caught Stolas by the tongue as they interacted with the prince of lust.
"Quite popular tonight huh, Oz? It's not too often you work the floor." A snicker came from the succubus as they passed by the goetia without a second glance. Stolas watched as they did a little handshake with the other, before Asmodeus softly placed a hand on their back. "My, my, you're here early~ Looking for some private time with your favorite prince~?" Asmodeus said, his two other faces cooing at the succubus.
A soft blush rose to Stolas's face at the lewd comment as he looked between the two. "You need to pay the dancers before you touch them, big guy." They said with emphasis on their words as they gently pushed his hand off them before turning and looking up to Stolas with a mischievous smile.
"Right, Feathers?"
They left right after their jest
And Stolas was left lapping at his tongue
Asmodeus continued on with their conversation as if nothing happened
Like he didn't just forget what he came here for.
But god. did he know what was gonna make him keep coming back.
And it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Ozzie, who swiftly invited him to tonights show.
Gotta be a good host at the end of the night right?
Residing in a balcony seat, Stolas was left on his own while Asmodeus went backstage to settle some issues.
Stolas fiddled with his phone as he watched the countless tables of couples from up above.
Maybe it was stupid to accept the offer to stay. Maybe he should just go home-
"Bartender~ I really did it the time! Need a couple shots for a good time!"
Oh. He remembers why he's here now.
Soft curious hoots came form him as he peered over the railing watching you talk to guest and other dancers.
You wore a simple black outfit as you leaned against the bar.
He had to stop himself from taking a photo of you covering your face when you laughed at a patron's comment.
The playful smile on your face as you took the drinks brought a small one to his face as well.
It soon took a full on blush when you peered up at him, raising your glass in a cheers to him.
Poor thing didn't know what to do with himself as his brain became a literal bird brain.
Shooting back in his seat he raised a hand raised to cover his face as he broke out into a soft fit of giggles and coo's
you gave a soft smile before walking back behind stage, waving bye to others as you passed by.
Maybe he really did have a thing for red~
Sitting up in his seat he fixed his clothing and feathers as the lights dimmed
"Hello perverts, pervettes, and the freaks who like everything in between~ I hope you are all ready for the show tonight! We have something very special for everyone, me included~"
Stolas remembered him from the last time he was here
The clown's vibrant color scheme and loud persona was hard to forget
As he pranced around the stage announcing tonights agenda, a figure emerged from the curtain behind him
Gaining a bit of courage back he straightened his back and cleared his throat
"Asmodeus, I wanted to ask about that succubus from before if that was alright?"
"I hope it's not to make a formal complaint now. I was just starting to like ya' feathers." A playful voice rang out form behind him
His eyes widened as he softly gulped and turned around in his chair
Stolas was met with a familiar smile that held the same playful tone as their comment.
Instead of the black outfit you had on earlier it looked as if you were there to hang out with him
A pair of comfy pants and oversized hoodie to match, he had to restrain himself from squeezing your face in his hands
With a soft ruffle of his feathers he softly leaned into you with an awkward smile
Making himself smaller, he peered down at the figure before him as he stuttered over his words
"Satans No! No nothing like that. I- uh, I, wanted to ask if you were a worker here?"
"Ooh! You wanted to buy a dance? Well~ you'll have to wait until after the show, but I'll find you after, yeah?"
With the flash of a smile they left as quick as they came and Stolas is left with one thought...
"Oh, I have got to fuck them"
Not too long after they left, the curtains behind him pushed over once again. This time revealing Asmodeus, who had a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled his seat out.
"I hope I didnt keep you waiting too long, now. I had to deal with a few things back stage." He said as he made himself comfortable next to Stolas. Quick to shake his head Stolas sat up in his chair, dusting himself off a bit as the lights faded to black around them. Spotlights circled around the stage as music slowly built up around them.
The lights slowed and focused on the middle of the curtains that hung at the back of the stage. The curtains flung open and revealed the succubus in a black and red outfit that didn't leave much for Imagination, not that Stolas was complaining. A chorus of la's came from their lips as the lights dimmed around them to a single spotlight.
"Oh baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight? Is she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside?" The slowly made their way down the stage, looking at the crowd as they sang the song and made small gestures with their hands.
They made their way to the end the stage, leaning down closer to the guest in the front row. "Oh, baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that I'mma buy her? Do you know just what he likes?" Before they said their last line they gave a sly look up to the balcony with a quick wink for walking back down.
"Oh, tell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh I can't get her off of my brain." Each note was staccato at the end, they're danced following along with the words. "I just wanna go to the party she gon' go. Can somebody take me home? Ha, ha, he, he, ha, ha, ho" With a mischievous glint in their eyes they looked at Stolas once more with their words. Whether it be just in jest or in all seriousness, his feathers ruffled at the shiver that made its way down to each of his nerve endings, if demons have them.
"Love me, hate me, say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy" More lights faded in as dancers in cages lowered from the ceiling. More dancers filed through the sea of tables and patrons as the succubus sang the along with the chorus. Each one performing their own dance with another as guest threw money their way.
The extra dancers disappeared once the second verse began, a few incubus remaining on stage. The ones that remained interacted and touched the succubus as they danced along the stage, pushing them out of their way. Which was a little very enjoyed by Stolas as small hoots of laughter escaped him. "They seem to be livelier tonight, I wonder why~" Asmodeus commented slyly to the another prince while not looking his way. Though his other faces gave him dead away as they stared Stolas dead on, giggling.
With a choked hoot Stolas looked at Asmodeus as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh! Is that so? Well they are quite the... performer?" Stolas said questioning himself at the end, all while Asmodeus laughed at his confusion. "They are, aren't they? Seems they've taken a liking to you. Someones lucky tonight or better yet, getting lucky~" Asmodeus cooed softly leaning towards stolas playfully nudging him with his elbow. Only to laugh when he turned his head and was greeted with stammering and very flustered owl.
Safe to say Ozzie just found the story of the night for Fizzy when he finds him. Such gossip queens.
The song only continued on for a few more moments before the lights fully turned off and the crowd applauded as the dancers exited the stage.
Giving just enough time for Stolas to regain his composure
Or well at least a bit of it
Because the remaining minutes Asmodeus was there
He made it a mission to tease the prince before he had to return to his duties behind stage.
But thank satans Ozzie was called back stage quickly
Stolas didn't think he could take anymore of it
His feathers puffed up and face beat red he was pulled out o this thoughts by a knock
"Hope I didn't make you wait long. Wanted to wash up a bit before I came~."
Stolas let out a high pitched chirp his face flushed once again as he lapped his tongue for words
With a soft laugh you waved him off with your hand as you tried to form words through your giggles.
"I'm kidding! Ozzie said it's fun teasing you, but I think he's probably done enough already."
Before he could say anything you gestured for him to follow you
With a prominent blush on his face Stolas straightened his clothes and quickly got into step with you.
Walking down the hall Stolas thought of what to say as he followed behind you
'Would casual conversation be good? Or maybe a talk over a drink?'
Poor boy was a bit nervous
And it didn't help with each moment you got stopped by a worker or a fan.
Though most were quick small talk, some fans had gained enough courage to ask for a date.
Better yet, they would hop to the point and ask of your number.
Each time they got the same response, each given the same number.
"XXX - 867 - 5309"
With a smile and a wink, you waved them off each time.
'Maybe this was a bad idea' He thought to himself as he watched each demon walk away feeling giddier then the last
With only a few more twist and turns he found himself back stage passing by the other performers dressing rooms.
He took one glance away from you and the moment he turned back you were gone
Stolas only found you when you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a dressing room.
The room seemed still as the bass of the music became dulled behind the walls.
Clothing racks and dressers were scattered around the room as a vanity sat on one end of the room while a couch, a few chairs, and a table sat on the other end.
Knickknacks where randomly placed along the room, making it feel a bit less like the work place and a bit more cozy.
"Sooo, uhm- Was that really your number?" Even Stolas winced at himself for asking.
But it was quickly wiped away with a light laugh from you
you quickly made your way to radio and shuffled through the songs and pressed play
When the music started playing you made your way over to Stolas and quickly grabbed his hands. Pulling him into the middle of the room you danced with him to the music as you started singing along.
"Jenny Jenny who can I turn to? You give me something I can hold on to. I know you'll think I'm like the others before. Who saw your name and number on the wall" Letting go of his hand you twirled around before pointing at him and pretending to sing into a microphone.
"Jenny I've got your number. I need to make you mine. Jenny don't change your number. 867 - 5 3 0 9" As you continued to sing and dance around the room it finally clicked for him. It's a song. You've been quoting a song. A smile broke out on his face when he finally realized.
"You've been giving them a fake number! Won't they notice? They might even know the song-" His rambling was cut off by a hand waving in his face. With a gentle pull of his hand you lead him to the couch in the room. "Are you a cop? Or do you always ask these many questions, feathers?"
"What! Heaven's no I would never-" He was cut off once again, but this time, by a hand cupping his face and leaning closer to him. Enough to ghost your mouth against his as you spoke.
"Good, because I might not be able to justify my next actions~"
Then he never came back after that (im fucking wit yall)
While he doesn't make it to every show and performance.
He CAN be found in your dressing room right after each one.
Well you can honestly find him there most nights you're on or in the building.
It' what a good boyfriend does <3
Yes, he was the one to ask what you two 'were' relationship wise
Bby didn't want another game of cat and mouse :(
But that was quickly cleared up with your answer
"Wait, are we not? dating? right now? Would you? like too? date?"
Be glad you're cute. He was ready to make a new ring in hell.
He was very possessive at the start of the relationship.
"Fizzie baby, when did we start ordering stone statues?"
They make wonderful coat and drying racks for the dancers though, so Ozzie doesn't have much to say about it.
"Just don't do it to any high bidders okay~"
stolas did apologize though, hes too much of a good boy not too
But there's always one thing he's glad about.
Stolas's day is filled with tedious and idiotic duties and task he has to complete.
But as soon as night begins to set in Hell, a new energy fills him as he runs around his room getting ready.
The one thing he is glad about is that he can always find you in the same place every night.
Be it the fact you're a dancer within the prestigious club, it was basically your job in a sense, you were always able to catch his eye off first glance.
Never more then a few glances away, soon only a few steps as he was the one now to pull you back stage.
What? Asmodeus said he was allowed too, as long as he put money in his pockets.
Make his pockets hurt, and make them hurt good - Ozzie, 2023
Your biggest supporter ever. It started off with simple five, tens, and twenties. Then it escalated to fifties and one hundreds. Soon he was throwing hand fulls of diamonds on the stage.
Which he was promptly yelled at for by Ozzie.
But after each set he's right back stage giving you hugs and kisses.
Not that your complaining much
Having your demon prince waiting for you, watching over you, and only you was an amazing gift after each performance.
He also helps ward off creeps from interacting with you often.
Were you a bit surprised when you saw his true form? Yes. Did you also fuck him in it after? Also yes, a few times. Never knew how much tension that form has. No worries his pretty little succubus is there to help him through it all~
But to be honest, I think he's always more soft than horny.
He's always bundled up in your dressing room, all cozied up on the couch as he has a movie or show paused.
Such a cuddle bug he is <3
And for the fact he comes here so often. bro might as well just work there
That the balcony seat he first sat in with Asmodeus was now a personal booth for him whenever he came
