for people who give the reader a name or tag 'x reader' under oc x canon just know there's a specific place for you in hell, i hate you all
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for people who give the reader a name or tag 'x reader' under oc x canon just know there's a specific place for you in hell, i hate you all
Cuddling With Them! (W/, Adam, Abel, Vox)
Summary: Short little scenarios where you cuddle with a few of the Hazbin Hotel characters.
Contents: Fluff, lots of fluff, cuddles, allusions to smut, no actual smut
Adam
You were quick, way too damn quick. One second you're sitting next to him on the couch, and the next you're in his lap, arms wrapping around him as you snuggle up. "Whoa, what the fuck?" He questions, shifting beneath you in surprise, only for you to wrap your arms tighter around him. "What the hell are you doing? Are we about to bang?" You frown at him, slapping his hands away as they immediately reach out to your chest, his grin disappearing as quickly as it came.
"We're cuddling, Adam. You don't know what that is?" You correct him gently, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "No sex, just cuddles." He blinks in confusion, hands coming to rest on your hips, this movement much more chaste than his last attempted one.
"What do we do?" He asks, "This shit's confusing, babe."
You chuckle, a smile making its way onto your face. "We just snuggle, Adam, enjoy each other's company." You lean in, giving him a sweet kiss before you reach out to gently play with the soft, golden feathers of his wings. He hesitates in the unfamiliar territory, then he wraps you in his arms, pulling you closer as he begins to relax.
"This... is nice." He murmurs, leaning back with closed eyes. You have to admit, it's not very often you get to see this side of him; less cocky and more genuine, and it's wonderful. Maybe it'd be worth doing more cuddle attacks.
Abel
You woke with a long yawn, stretching as you opened your eyes to sunlight filtering in through the silk curtains of your shared bedroom. You tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down by a soft, golden wing, Abel bringing you closer. You let out another yawn, letting yourself give in to his grasp as he shuffled to wrap his arms around you.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." You murmured, voice soft as you greeted him, smiling at the sight of his messy blonde hair. He always looked so adorable in the mornings, never failing to make you melt at just the sight of him.
"I don't wanna get out of bed," he replied, his other wing coming to join in on keeping you trapped on the bed, and his arms. "Can't we just cuddle all day?" He asked sleepily, "I promise I'll give you all the kisses you want if you let us." Honestly, it wasn't something you were opposed to, but unfortunately, you still had stuff to do and errands to run.
"How about this," you smiled, kissing his forehead, "if you get out of bed, I'll give you all the kisses you want. Is it a deal?" He returned your smile, leaning in and kissing you.
"It's a deal if you add pancakes to the arrangement." He grinned, wings moving to let you free. "Oh! Can we put blueberries in them, too?"
God, you loved him.
Vox
"Why are you mad at me?" He interrogated, voice sharp with annoyance as he poured himself a glass of whiskey in his office. You shot him a glare before looking back down at your phone, scrolling through your social media feed. He rolled his eyes, leaning over your shoulder. "What are you looking at that's more important than me?"
"Velvette posted a new photo," you answered plainly, "she looks good in it." Then you went back to scrolling, continuing to ignore him. If he wanted to do the same to you with whatever the fuck he did around Hell, then so would you. Two could play at that game.
"Vox!" You hissed as your phone went black, eyes shooting up to scowl at the demon in question, who had just quite possibly electrocuted your phone beyond repair. "Do you know how expensive that was!?" You growled, earning yet another roll of eyes from him.
"I'll buy you a new one that's actually worth something," He retorted snidely, walking over to his swivel chair and sitting down. He spread out his arms, inviting you to come to him. "Let's cuddle," he smirked, "it's clear you want attention, even if you're acting like a bitch to get it." You let out a small rebellious 'hmph' before taking his offer, sitting in his lap.
One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as his other hand threaded itself through your hair, absentmindedly playing with it. You relaxed, leaning into him, your head coming to rest on his chest. "I hate you." You mumble defiantly, with no real malice in your voice.
He laughs, pressing soft kisses to your face. "Sure you do. Don't worry, I'll start paying more attention to you, but for now, let's just enjoy this."
Me seeing that the last chapter of the most perfect, toe curling, well cooked fic it's titled "sorry guys" or "important plis read"
Multifandom!Jesters/Clowns During Aftercare.
Headcanons
Characters :: Sun + Moon (Fnaf), Flo (Where the Spotlight Lingers), Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom), Pierrot + Harlequin + Jester (The Freak Circus), Jestyn (Kingdom of Marrionettes), ADULT!Prototype (Poppy Playtime), Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)
WC :: 3k+
Warnings :: Mentions of Intimacy, 18+ Subject, NOT proofread, Prototype is an ADULT for this as an AU, Mention of Virginity, Mention of sexual Jokes, Mention of BDSM, Shortly mentioned Poly relationship between You, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus.
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞.ᐟ
⋆。゚You have a tendency to accidentally make them jealous ゚。⋆
— Blitzø, Vox, Verosika, Lucifer
Blitzø fucking hates going to clubs and bars with you given that it always ends with him getting into a fight and sometimes even killing people. If you weren’t so dense when it came to telling when someone is flirting with you it’d be easier, you were more than capable of handling yourself, but you were always oblivious to others advances. Well, at least he enjoys killing.
Vox zips around Pride Circle like a man possessed when he sees someone flirting with you when he checks in on you through his cameras. He appears next to your side, hand on your waist instantly, and greets you with a wide smile that turns into something mean when he looks at your company. They scurry off with a scared expression and he makes a mental note to find their address later.
Verosika and you both have jealousy issues. She’s always getting hit on due to her looks and status and it frustrates you. But you don’t seem to notice how she has the same problem. You get hit on almost as much as her, to the point where she stays glued to you when you two go out. When someone tries to approach you, she’ll instantly start up gross levels of PDA to get them to leave.
Lucifer tries to awkwardly steer you away from the person hitting on you, and when they persist he just goes full demon mode. He’s not very good at hiding his emotions and you just don’t seem to grasp when someone is coming onto you, so sue him. If he has to intimidate a couple of sinners here or there it’s not even really his fault. He’s just protecting you, it just happens to be very aggressive.
it’s been awhile since i’ve done one of these, is it good?
How grammarly looks at me after I forced it to correct the most panty wetting, disgusting, mouth foaming, eye-rolling, leg shaking smut scene I’ve ever written
Rosie, Crimson, Alastor, Valentino, Stolas and Ozzie with a reader who is much, much younger than them
Rosie
Rosie had been in Hell for a long, long time before she met you.
So in the grand scheme of things most demons in Hell were younger than her.
But you were special~
You were here special boo, the pair having met after a hunt, you having brought her the finest cut of demonic flesh you could find and despite your youth you earned her attention.
You'd do just the same, partly to curry favour with the Overlord but also because she would share the meal with you, the two of you sharing some rather entertaining moments over one of her home cooked meal.
Those meals often leading to tender moments together.
Things would grow surprisingly fast, you being so young and bold, eager to earn her attention and doing so in spectacular fashion, always happy to show off your hunting abilities.
And after some bold gifts, sweet words and shows of youthful bravado, you and Rosie would become an Item.
The differences were readily evident.
From your lingo, to mannerisms.
Really, Rosie found it interesting and adorable in equal measure.
She had her own style, preferring her old school boutique, but that didnt mean she couldnt appreciate modern culture.
The woman finding your respect for women rather refreshing, seeing them as your equals as opposed to many in her day.
Other than that there was of course other things she liked, your wit and sense of gallows humour, all the many interesting things youd seen and learnt thanks to modern technology.
You always having some interesting comment or note to make.
But there was issues. Your reliance on modern tech irked the woman greatly.
Rosie especially hostile to any Vox tech and related products.
The woman shutting down any idea of bringing technology into your shared spaces, TVs or other such electronic media.
They just didnt mesh with her.
And yes there were the odd squabble, a fight over something, normally you wanting to 'modernise things', Rosie shutting that straight down.
And yeah, you had your fights. The woman having a bad tendency to snap at you like a child.
Something you reacted quite harshly too.
But even after your fights, taking your time apart to calm yourselves down, youd eventually find your way back to her.
Often with a fresh kill, offering it up as a peace offering.
The two of you different, yes. But you still loved each other.
Even if Rosie was hiding something...
Im so tired of these hypersexual!reader x character fanfics....
HYPERSEXUALITY ISNT JUST BEING REALLY HORNY ALL THE FUCKING TIME!!!
I genuinely need people to do research on it before even touching hypersexuality. It isn't even a sexuality either, it's a fucking DISORDER!!! Stop treating it like it's a lgbtq+ identity, stop treating it as just "really horny" or "having a high sex drive"!!
It's caused by other disorders and trauma, so stop writing us like this! We arent some sex beasts, were struggling people who are having to deal with these unwanted thoughts and feelings almost everyday!
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