~🏨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).
Notes: Established relationship but not married (yet) - Does not follow canon - HH cursing -
Lucifer
He was married once. Now divorced. Dating you and re living the first steps in the relatioship to the middle ones and that point when it hits you hard, how much you love that person. And how you want to spent eternity with them.
It happens when you two are in his room at the Hotel. He is doing some new rubber ducks while you lay on bed reading some ancient book.
"Husband, can you pass me the book marker?" You ask rubbing your tired eyes not noticing what you just said.
Lucifer stops and almost makes the duck explote (and himself). He has been call husband before, but not from you. And it feels good, too good. All of him feels like he is floating.
And he is, his wings got out without him noticing and is almost close to hit something when he registers whats happening.
He is quick to go back to normal and take the book market and give it to you (who by this point is almost sleep).
"Oh, thanks Luci" And then you are closing your eyes again while Lucifer combusts in happines.
Alastor
He was not expecting to date. Was not his main interest when alive, but eternity and hell, you may find your match in here if you are as twisted as him.
Alastor is no shy to let others know you are his. He may not touch you a lot, but his shadow is always near you. It brushes your hair, makes you spin, grinds down to anyone daring to get close to you. Is a extension of Alastor.
After a long day, both of you are at his room. Listening to some jazz and sharing drinks. Not much talk but the silence carries centrain words between both of you.
Then you break it.
"Husband, can you pass me the bottle?" You ask not looking up from a new book he just got you.
And Alastor, always on control passes you the bottle. No one sees the way his hands shakes a bit or how his dead heart beats up. His ears pick up at the name. And he finds himself liking the title.
Vox
Vox has been up to work non stop. No time for you or himself. He compensates you giving you his card and whatever you want. Feels like shit cause of it but he needs work to be perfect.
He has been stuck on the same dam page of some rates when the door opens and you come in.
"Husband, I got you coffee"
Vox nods not fully registering the words till you are outside his office.
He glitches in a good way and teleports to where you are.
"You cant just call me that and walk off!!"
There is no malice, he is truly happy.
Husk
Working late cause sleep sucks even if you are besides him on the bed.
He is cleaning another glass when he hears you appear besides him, giving him a soft pet on his wings (weak spot).
"The bed is cold without you, Husband"
Husk stops. He almost lets the glass fall. All of him locks in, basic instincts screaming at him when you called him that. He looks at you like he is seeing his life in hell and back once again.
How Hazbin Hotel Characters React When Their Partner Compliments Them A LOT
with Alastor, vox, lucifer, husk, angel dust, baxter, charlie, vaggie, velvette and valentino
Alastor
At first he pauses—his smile doesn’t drop, but it changes.
“Dear, you are certainly generous with your praise.”
He tilts his head, studying you like you’re the most fascinating thing in Hell.
You give another compliment, and his ear twitches.
“Careful now,” he purrs, stepping closer, “I might grow dependent on such sweet words.”
He’s amused, flattered, and secretly very pleased—but also slightly suspicious in a playful, teasing way.
Vox
He pretends your compliments are expected.
“Oh, babe, you finally appreciate the full masterpiece that is me?”
But the static dancing across his screen gives him away—he LOVES it.
The more you compliment him, the more the screen flickers blushy emojis he tries to hide.
“You know… if you keep talking like that, I might actually malfunction.”
Lucifer
He absolutely thrives on it.
He leans in, smirking, wings slightly fluffed.
“Oh? Another? Really now, mon amour, you’ll make me spoiled.”
You give him one more compliment and he laughs softly.
He lifts your chin with a finger.
“I wonder… do you realize what you do to me with that silver tongue of yours?”
Husk
You absolutely ruin him.
He turns red instantly and pulls his hat down over his face.
“Quit it… you’re killin’ me here.”
He growls, flustered, tail flicking like crazy.
If you keep going, he finally snaps—
“Why the hell are you so nice to me?”
You kiss his cheek, and he just melts.
“…Okay… fine. Thank you. Happy?”
(He is VERY happy.)
Angel Dust
“Ohh baby, keep those sweet words comin’!”
He strikes poses, plays it up… but he craves your genuine compliments.
When you tell him he’s beautiful or talented, and mean it?
He freezes, blush rising to his cheeks.
“Aww fuck… you’re gonna make me soft.”
He nudges you with his shoulder.
“You’re too good to me, y’know that?”
Baxter
He stares at you like you’re an unsolvable riddle.
Compliment #1: he takes a note.
Compliment #3: he blushes slightly.
Compliment #7: he avoids eye contact.
“I… I do not fully understand the emotional return you gain from this behavior. But… I find myself… appreciating it.”
He finally murmurs:
“…Please continue.”
Charlie
She beams the second you compliment her.
“Really?! Thank you, babe!!”
Compliment her too much and she starts blushing hard, fidgeting with her hands.
“O-okay, that’s—wow, you’re making me feel warm all over.”
She hugs you tight.
“You’re so sweet… I’m lucky to have you.”
Vaggie
First reaction: suspicion.
Second reaction: blush.
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
But the moment she realizes you’re sincere?
She gets SO flustered.
She looks away, arms crossed.
“…I don’t know how to handle this.”
Another compliment slips out of you, and she finally mutters:
“Fine… thank you. I love you too, idiot.”
Velvette
“Oh my GOD, more? C’mon—say it again so I can record it!”
She poses, acts dramatic, loves every second…
But then you drop a sweet, honest compliment like: “I love how passionate you are.”
And she freezes.
Her eyes soften.
“…You mean that?”
Then she bumps your shoulder.
“Ugh, you’re making me mushy. Keep going.”
Valentino
He smirks immediately.
“Mmh, sweetheart… you really know how to flatter a man.”
But genuine compliments?
They hit him differently. He goes quiet for a moment.
“…You’re serious?”
He steps closer, voice dropping.
“You realize I don’t get that kind of sweetness from anyone but you.”
If you keep going, he cups your face.
“Say another. Just one more.”
ᝰ.ᐟ earth predators do not concern themselves with the things hidden in the black abbyss of the ocean. but is there any darker, abbysser, ocean than hell itself? where Overlords have already marked their territory and rule between them, they are completely unaware to the apex predator hidding amongst them. To the ancient monsters who see only a child, she is an amusing novelty, a minnow to be swallowed by the leviathans of the abyss. They do not yet comprehend that the minnow is, in truth, a Megalodon.
( MEGALODON ) teen! overlord! reader !!
❝ but no one is someone until I tell them who ❞
✧. ┊ synopsis
This is the chronicle of how you, the Megalodon in a black sea of disgrace and misery, use your chilling charm, your theatrical cruelty, and your absolute lack of conscience to turn Hell's established order into your personal feeding ground. You will weave alliances with those who amuse you, like the strangely intrigued Alastor, and shatter the empires of those who bore you, like the increasingly panicked Vees, all while performing the role of the sweet, smiling girl for an audience of damned souls who can't help but adore you even as you tear their world apart. Your goal is not mere power; it is to prove that the smallest and most unexpected predator can, and will, become the apex of all creation, forcing Hell itself to bend to the rhythm of your terrible, joyful grin.
✧. ┊ chapters
concept art , fanart!! , fanart 2!! , fanart 3!! + more soon to be added !!
✧. ┊ taglist
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WARNINGS : canon typical violence, slurs, cannibalism (Rosie). the reader is NOT a good person, she is an Overlord in hell for reasons you'll eventually learn. this is a fic that is not pre-intended to take any romantic direction, however, as it evolves and interactions between characters grow and twist, maybe something will happen<3
꒰ ˖ I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME :: hazbin hotel x reader
𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ♡ 𖥻 they don’t care about rules, but their kisses are just another way to show how far they’ll go, and what they’re willing to leave behind :: fluff :: slight suggestive. ꒱
────𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄,
charlie, who impishly cups your face with both hands, guiding you closer with a grin that lights her whole expression before she playfully tackles you into a flurry of softly scattered kisses. charlie, whose bright, star-like eyes glint with unrestrained mischief as her fingers dart to your sides, wiggling in an attempt to coax a laugh she knows you're trying to hold back. she beams the moment a giggle escapes you—victory achieved—her joy so earnest it warms the room around you. charlie, who ends her affectionate attack with a lingering brush of her nose against yours, nudging gently in a childish little eskimo kiss before pulling back just enough to look at you again. there's a sweetness in her gaze then, something softer, something grateful, like she's memorizing the sound of your laughter and tucking it away for safekeeping.
────𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑,
who passionately sweeps you into his arms with that effortless flourish only he can conjure, pressing his smooth, glossy lips to your jaw. lucifer who leisurely swallows your exhales of bliss, his amusement soft and knowing—too knowing, like someone who has gone far too long without genuine closeness and refuses to show how much he's missed it. he fervently irons an an array of disorderly suckles along your neck, each one warm and pointed, leaving the heated skin tinged with marks molded to the shape of his teeth and a mischief he doesn't bother hiding. lucifer who strives to leave your knees weak and buckled, coaxing your palms to desperately grip at his shoulders as his palms effortlessly hoist you by your hips, hoisting you closer with effortless strength
────𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈,
who cutely giggles against your glossy lips—an unguarded little sound she immediately pretends she didn't make. vaggi who zealously sighs into your mouth, rambling ceaselessly when blabbering all abysmal contents residing in their heart, further leaning into your chest and cheekily whispering of the finite promises that awaited you both in the future. vaggi who refuses to look away from you, eyes fixed as though blinking might risk losing something precious, carefully memorizes the shape of your lips and the gentleness of the kiss, etching the moment into herself with an intensity she'd deny if asked. because loving you scares her, loving you anchors her, and loving you is the one thing she lets herself want without apology.
────𝐕𝐎𝐗,
whose kisses are commonly renown as esteemed rarities and seldom acquaint with your supple skin. the weight of your doughy lips coat his in a sugarless tart, and his glossy, screen-lit mouth sharpens into something purposefully tormenting, an antagonizing pleasure he dispenses as though it were an event meant to occur once every eclipse. vox who struggles when conveying the real affection he keeps buried beneath layers of voltage and ego. vox who is so fucking terrified of the vulnerability it demands, yet still keeps you close, scared to lose the last entity with possession of his fancy.
────𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑,
who plasters a chaste peck onto your unsuspecting figure before dropping his head and stealing away whatever breath you were meant to draw afterward with a self-sufficient grin. alastor who can't find the resolve to peel his eyes away because you are a descendant from the heavens; a gift of abundant blessings to an unforgiving world, but he were no saint. alastor, the sinner, who indulged himself with the simple bliss that is you, indulging in the novelty of your presence as though sampling a flavor he never expected to suit his palate. alastor whose own exterior falters and dwindles into something reminiscent of the awestruck boy he once was, captivated by the wonders of a world he later learned to mock. he had become so fascinated, bewitchingly enamored, yet he so quickly abandoned his previous enchantment to consume himself with your intoxicating touch.
────𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌,
who heatedly guides your settlement onto his lap before plunging towards your mouth as though the entire room owed him the privilege of watching. He leans forward to capture your mouth without hesitation, determined to devour whatever remains of your hazy awareness in a kiss far too eager. adam who leaves your lips swollen and quivering by the conclusion of his endeavor, leaning away to drink your dazed state with a satisfactory hum of approval. adam who greedily clutches and detains your antsy frolic by cleaving a palm to the small of your back, stiffly pressing you to his chest with an unyielding grip, just so he can freely enact whatever scheme he's crafted to unravel you completely—driving you toward that wild, breathless state he craves more than he'd ever confess, even to himself.
────𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋,
who awkwardly shuffles his lips against yours, not quite sure where he's supposed to glide his mouth or what exactly he should be doing with his fidgeting hands. pink tinges the porcelain of his flared cheeks, but a feisty glare pinches his brows into a brief expression of irk that dies at the sight of your amusement. his bottom lip juts into a pout when you laugh at his conflict. abel who who keeps clumsily bumping your nose each time he tugs you closer, impatient and determined despite the obvious lack of coordination. the romantically inexperienced angel who desperately wants to impress you, even if every attempt falls short of graceful. abel, who squirms and mutters under his breath when you both knock foreheads and pull away with matching winces. and abel, who in his gentle defeat leans in to place a tiny, reconciling smooch at the corner of your mouth, visibly brightening when you tell him to do it again.
────𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊,
who sinks the blunt tips of his claws into your dough-soft middle, eyelids fluttered to a gentle close of ease as his hands eagerly palming at your waist, holding you like he's half-convinced he won't get another chance. husk, who pulls you closer with a grumble meant to sound annoyed, though his grip betrays something warmer—something he'd never put into words. and when you start to shift away, he hitches your hips flush to his with a quiet, stubborn insistence, as if letting go too soon might leave him colder than he already feels. husk, who extends the moment by catching your pouty lips in a rushed, unexpectedly tender kiss, a wordless goodbye delivered before he can talk himself out of it. husk, who pretends it didn't mean anything the second you part, even though his ears flick, his tail curls, and his hand lingers at your waist a beat longer than it should.
────𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎,
who likes slow kisses —impassioned, battling, slow kisses, full of twirling tongues and silky moans. valentino who likes to wrap a hand around your neck to crane your head back, nibbling on your lower lip and smiling at your whines. pinning you beneath his and keeping you at his mercy, heat building between you two with ghostly friction and desperation. valentino who likes to kiss you slow and build anticipation, to make you want it, to make you crave it, to the point you'll brim your eyes with tears and try to guide his hand between your legs. you're your prettiest when you beg and so he makes you do it again and again and again: huffing out breathlessly in between kisses.
────𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓,
who simpers when he deliberately separates from your embrace by prying away and halting the intimate dance formerly initiated. his first kiss had been vexatiously brief, whisking your subjected plump hills in a synchronizing graze similar to the fleeting contact of something ghostly; never lingering upon your nude appendages for a second too long. angel whose infuriating display absolutely deserved to be classified as the poorest attempt at romance. angel who purposefully teased you to receive an earful of whiny whimpers that suggested he promptly exhort additional efforts or his cute, little lover would be compelled to execute empty threats. angel who indifferently mumbles an apology and roughly pins you beneath his weight with a confidence that masks his trembling edges, his voice dipping into a smug, crooked grin as he asks if that was enough to make things right.
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.
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.
