They Have A Nightmare - (W/ Adam, Lucifer, Abel, Lute)
Summary: Short, little, fluffy, but kinda angst-filled scenarios where you comfort them after a nightmare.
Contents/Possible Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff, angst, Mentions of death, insecurities, allusions to smut, no actual smut
Adam
You woke to the sound of rustling sheets, Adam moving next to you in bed. You drowsily blinked open your eyes, turning them to the clock on the nightstand, the time being just after midnight; way too early for him to be awake, no matter how much of a morning person he was. He sat up, back facing you, as he went to leave the bed, only for you to grab onto him tiredly.
"Adam," you spoke sleepily, trying to pull him back down with you, eager to get back to sleep. "Where are you going...?" Then, you stopped, your eyes widening as he turned to look down at you, the last remnants of tears he must've tried to wipe away in his golden eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" You asked gently, now wide awake.
He shook his head, pulling away from you. "I'm fine, babe. Go back to sleep." He deflected, avoiding your gaze. "Just a bad dream, my favorite guitar broke, usual nightmare shit." He stood up, heading over to the balcony, peering out into Heaven's night sky. Something was bothering him, and you severely doubted it was just about a guitar. He never avoided you like this before, his usual overconfident self prone to attracting attention instead of dodging it.
"Adam..." You murmured, following him outside, placing yourself under one of his large, soft wings for warmth, him wrapping it around you out of habit. "Tell me what really happened, honey." You gave him a sympathetic smile. "You can tell me about whatever's bothering you. I promise I'll be here, even if I was a massive bitch in your dream or something," you joked, earning a small laugh from him.
He stayed silent for a long moment, staring out into the cityscape before speaking, voice soft. "You wouldn't leave me for anyone else, right?" He hesitantly questioned, turning his head to you. "It's just..." He paused, biting his lip, unsure if he should say what he wanted to. "You're the first person I've been with in a really long time who wasn't only sex to me, and I—" He hesitated again, wiping tears out of his eyes. "I love you, y'know? I don't wanna lose you like I did to someone else before." He took a deep breath, wing pulling you closer. "Tell me you won't leave."
You frowned, your hurt aching in your chest as you looked at him. He's never been so vulnerable before, and while you're happy he's comfortable, it hurts like no pain you could've ever imagined to see him like this. "I won't leave, I promise." You reassured him, gently kissing him, something he happily returned.
"I'm not Lilith, and I'm most certainly not Eve," you began, wrapping your arms around him. "I wouldn't leave even if you told me to, Adam. You're stuck with me forever, so get used to it."
He laughed again, kissing you with a satisfied hum. "Maybe that's something I wanna get used to. I mean, who else would I give all these kisses to, hmm?" He picked you up, and you let out a surprised yelp that turned into laughter as he carried you to the bed.
"Hey, why don't I help tire you out, babe? I did wake you up and all, didn't I?" He smirked, leaning over you with half-lidded eyes.
Looks like you wouldn't be getting much sleep.
Lucifer
Lucifer shot awake, heart pounding in his chest as he looked around the room, eyes looking frantically around before settling on you next to him, sleeping soundly. He calmed down at the sight of you, taking a deep breath as his nightmare replayed in his head. Everyone had left him. Charlie left him. You left him. He had no one again. He was alone.
"Fuck," He whispered out, voice shaky as the fear consumed his mind. He reached out, trembling hand coming to slowly brush a stray lock of hair out of your face, admiring how peaceful you looked. He'd do anything if it meant you'd stay with him, no matter who or what it took to keep you happy. He couldn't lose the love of his life again, not after Lilith.
"Lucifer...?" You mumbled, eyes adjusting in the dark as you began to wake up. "What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?" You sat up, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes. You moved closer, hugging his shaky body as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He clung to you tightly, trying to calm his breathing as you rubbed a hand on his back, helping to soothe him.
"Was it the dream about Lilith again...?" You questioned gently, approaching the subject with caution so as to not upset him even further, knowing just how much even the mention of her hurt him.
"No," he croaked out, hugging you tighter. "It was a new one. Charlie left, a-and—" He sobbed, wiping away his tears before speaking again. "You left, too. Everyone left. I was alone again." He buried his head deep into your shoulder, sticking to you as he cried, body shaking with sobs as he let it out.
"Shh..." You hushed softly, "I'm here, everything's okay, you'd know I'd never leave you, my love." You pressed small kisses to his hair, rocking him gently as he grew calmer, eventually taking his face off your shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he apologized in embarrassment, blushing as he looked away. "I didn't mean to wake you up, and now your shirt's all wet..."
You shook your head, holding his face in your hands. "Don't be, Lucifer. I love you, and that means you can come to me whenever you need to, even if it's the middle of the night." Then an idea crossed your mind, and you grinned. "Hey, how about we get a midnight snack to cheer you up? We can make hot chocolate!"
His eyes lit up. "Let's put marshmallows in it!"
Abel
One moment, you were having an amazing dream. and then the next you're awake, eyes closed, but feeling like something was watching you. "Wha—" You mumbled, opening your eyes, jumping at the sight of Abel staring down at you.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry—" He frantically apologized, moving away and back to his side of the bed. "I just had a nightmare and I was worried you might've been dead, even though I knew you weren't, but I was really nervous about it and—" He cut himself off to breathe in, out of breath from his hurried explanation.
"Abel, honey, slow down," you encouraged, sitting up as your sleepiness went away. "You had a nightmare? And I'm guessing I died in it?" You recounted his words as best as you could despite how fast they were. He nodded slowly, moving closer before snuggling up to you. "Talk to me about it, Abel," you smiled, running your fingers through his blond hair.
"I guess I've been nervous about becoming head of the exorcists lately," he explained softly, laying his head on your chest. "In my dream, a bunch of sinners had managed to get their way into heaven, and I—" He frowned, sadness in his eyes. "I couldn't do anything to help you, t-they killed you in front of me." Tears welled up in his eyes, and you brushed them away with your thumb, Abel leaning into your touch as you held his cheek in your hand. "I'm not weak, am I? I-I can protect you, right?" He stuttered out, looking into your eyes for a desperate answer.
You nodded with a gentle smile. "You're not weak, Abel. If any demon really were able to get up here, I'm sure I'd be the first person you'd save. Besides, you're too amazing to let any of them up here in the first place."
He blushed at your words, grinning cutely. "You're right, I can be pretty amazing." He leaned in, kissing you. "I'm sorry for waking you up." He murmured, cuddling you closer.
You yawned, resting your head back onto your pillow. "You can make it up to me by making me breakfast in the morning." You joked with a smile, closing your eyes as you relaxed, drifting off to sleep along with Abel.
Lute
You jolted awake at the cry of your name, eyes hurriedly gazing at the dark room, only to find nothing. Lute tossed and turned next to you, sobbing in her sleep, her hands balled into fists as she talked in her sleep. You gasped, reaching out to shake her awake, her eyes shooting open, widening when she saw you.
"You're alive?" She exclaimed, grabbing onto you, searching you for any kind of injury. "But you— I saw you get stabbed!" She cried, clinging to you with desperation. "There was so much blood, and I failed and—" Her hands clung to your shirt, burying her face in your chest as she sobbed.
You pulled her closer, hugging her tight as your thoughts raced. She's never cried like this in front of you before; she's always been so on guard up until now. "Lute, shh..." You attempted to soothe, wiping her tears away. "Hey, it was just a nightmare. I'm all okay, you didn't fail anything."
Lute looked up at you, breathing heavily. "You're never going down there, never. I'll never let you be an exorcist like me; it's too dangerous for you." She grabbed your face, her eyes burning with intensity as she looked into yours. "Promise me you'll never go down there. I need to know you'll be safe up here in Heaven." She demanded, tears threatening to well from her eyes.
You nodded quickly. "I promise, Lute. I won't get hurt, I'll always be here with you."
She took a shaky breath, leaning in to kiss you. "I'd kill every last one of them if they ever touched you," she growled against your lips. "You complete me." She kissed you again, pouring all of her love into it, like it'd be the last time she ever saw you again. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." She murmured against you, pulling you back down into the soft pillows of the bed. "Go back to sleep, I'll watch over you."
"Lute, you don't—" You stopped, watching as her eyes narrowed sternly. "Don't forget to sleep, too, okay?" You pleaded to her, a frown on your face.
"I won't," she replied, holding your hand in a silent oath. "Good night."
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.
Warnings: Cussing and mentions of fucking. A bit sad for Lucifer.
ALASTOR — VOX’S ASSISTANT
Alastor would hate the fact he knew he is jealous. He would think it made him weak, but he hated the fact you were so close to Vox more.
Would constantly be petty towards Vox, and it would take the media overlord a moment to realize why Alastor was acting like that.
However, when Vox did figure it out, he would be non-stop laughing. He would even up how much he touch you just to piss off Alastor.
You weren’t aware of Alastor’s jealousy, after all he was always mean towards Vox.
The radio demon. Feared throughout all of pride. the strongest sinner in hell. There was nothing Alastor couldn't achieve, couldn't attain. He never thought his rivalry with Vox would bring him to you. He never expected to grow fond of your company.
The idea alone was weak, and he wanted to refuse that statement. However, watching you laughing with the media overlord, Vox himself, he knew the pit in his stomach was caused from that fondness.
You made him weak, and he should be trying to fix that. Instead, he put his priority on putting himself between you and the tv-demon every opportunity he got.
"Vox!" The second you noticed him you immediately jumped up from the chairs you and Alastor sat on.
Static emitted from the overlord, his irritation obvious to everyone else but you. Granted he had been strapped to a chair for a week so Vox could only assume it was all finally getting to him.
"How did the rally go?"
Before he could answer your question, Alastor pushed his spinning chair between the two of you. Rolling over Vox's toes in the process.
"I can't believe he needed a borrowed spy to get an advantage." His laugh was mocking. "I mean that's just pathetic!"
The two men narrowed their eyes at one another. An awkward silence pressed into the thick air.
Eventually the two of you ignored Alastor and started to walk away from him. Indulging in conversation between the two of you, completely leaving the radio star out.
Are you serious? Alastor bitterly thought.
He used his feet to push across the floor of Vox's bedroom. Trying to hurry and reach you before the door slammed in his face.
He continued to follow after you guys, constantly butting into conversation. Anything to piss off Vox and put himself in a better light.
It irritated him that you couldn't see that he was more deserving of your attention than some tv man that needed a partnership in order to have his status.
"Alastor, is your eye okay?" Finally, you stopped to look at him. "It keeps twitching."
"I must say the sound of tv strains my ears, perhaps we could go somewhere more private, alone."
Vox stared and suddenly started laughing. Full blown clutching his stomach in pain laughing. "Oh my-" Vox couldn't even get a sentence out much to your confusion and Alastor's annoyance. "You the radio demon?!"
Slowly he started to catch his breath again.
"I must say, old pal, green sure looks good on you."
VOX — VELVETTE'S PHOTOGRAPHER
Vox is possessive as hell, he already hates your working for Velvette, and not him.
So, when Velvette's shoot runs way longer than it should be, Vox didn't hesitate before marching down to Vel's side of the tower.
He expected a fire, a life-or-death situation — not you and her giggling like schoolgirls.
He would be petty all night long, and make snide comments about the two of you, and how you weren't even working. He'd partly be mean, but you would instantly catch onto what his problem actually was.
You were supposed to be down three hours ago. You spent all day, every day taking photos of Velvette and her models. Sometimes you would do Valentino or even Vox himself.
You were committed to your job, so when you started fucking Vox, CEO of Voxtek. you didn't think he'd be so whiny about it.
The man had stomped his way through Vee tower, workers immediately noticing his sour mood. He expected someone to be dead, and if someone wasn't he would make sure someone was before he left.
Who in their right mind would take away the only time Vox got to have with you? '
The answer: his own fucking business partner, Velvette.
The two of you were giggling, laughter flying from the two of you like two sirens luring a man to his death.
You two were huddled together, closely, and you didn't even have a camera in your hands. Sparks flicked from Vox's hands, anger lacing the air he breathed. He would be sure to punish you for making him feel this torturous feeling.
He grabbed you, not even letting you say goodbye to your dear friend. "We're leaving." Was all Velvette got, and in return Vox got a "Fuck you!" from her.
The entire walk back Vox wouldn't shut up, electronics glitching all around him.
"You're wasting fucking money, milking the clock like that." His lips tilted into a frown. "Your so fucking lucky you're decent at fucking."
"Who do you think you are, leaving me waiting like that?"
Before he could continue, you pulled his hand away from your arm. Your own anger getting a hold of you. "First of all, you don't get to speak to me like I'm some whore — because you're not that decent at fucking." Granted you liked when he talked like that when actually in bed, but that wasn't the point.
"Secondly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say your jealous." A blue blush formed on his screen.
LUCIFER — A HOTEL RESIDENT
Lucifer is a very insecure man. His wife left him, and he isolated himself for so long.
He would try to hide his envy, embarrassed for such a feeling. After all, he's the sin of pride, and it really hurt when it was knocked out with jealousy.
You were kind and always understanding to others around you. You were the good this hotel needed, and Lucifer admired you. He just wishes he could speak up and not let that dumb radio take his spotlight. First his daughter, now you?
However, you immediately notice something off about the king.
The hotel was bussing with all kinds of sinners. Husk, the bar keep, was constantly making drinks, Nifty picking up after everyone, and Vaggie was taking on her role in the hotel spectacularly.
So, shouldn't Alastor, the bellhop, be doing his job as well? Instead, he was too busy spending all of his time with you. Whenever he didn't run off in his shadow, he was around you — directly in Lucifer view.
The king tried not to let it get to him, after all he couldn't dictate you. That was part of his gift of free will, you could choose to spend time with whoever you wanted. Even if it was some stupid red-looking Bambi.
He really did try.
That's why it hurt so much when the dread in his body didn't go away. You were laughing and smiling with Alastor, not him. What were you talking about?
You were clearly enjoying your time. But why couldn't you see that he could be so much more than him. Just look his way, just one chance, he only wanted at lease one.
Was he even allowed to be jealous, when he still wore his wedding ring?
Slowly he fell back into that pit of depression, like it was always waiting for him. He avoided you, tried not to listen to you thanking Alastor. He surrounded himself in the hollow emptiness of his room.
It hurt, seeing the man you were growing close to push back up his shell. Had you done something wrong? He only needed to talk to you.
You had missed your conversations, something you confided in Alastor.
Lucifer watched from the stairs, looking down at the two of you. Charlie approached her dad, noticing her father's change as well.
"Dad? Are you alright?"
Alastor hand placed on your shoulder, and he offered you a comforting smile.
No.
"Of course."
ADAM — AN EXTERMINATOR
Adam was many things, but jealous? He would never admit that no matter how true it was.
The thing is, he lost two wives to the same man, and he hadn't even intentionally done anything wrong. So, when he met you? His insecurities constantly picked at him in the back of his mind.
He honestly never expected to be jealous of Lute of all people.
The two of you would constantly team up on things, and while hot at first, slowly he felt his fear rise. You didn't pick up on any of his flirting, and when you finally realize, you're there. With him.
Adam often thought of Lilith and Eve. He questioned why they would do everything they did, he could only think; because of me.
It hurt, to be rejected like that, so no matter how many chicks he fucked that fear never went away. In fact, it flourished when he met you.
He liked the fact you and Lute were close, the two of you could rely on each other on the battlefield. But with battle came a closeness that teared at him.
Everyone knew the two of you, Adams lackies, but you were so much more — and Adam knew that. He knew you guys were more, and if you were more than him, how could you ever look at him?
He flirted, constantly talked himself up, tried everything in the book with you. You never noticed.
You always brushed him off to the side, never taking him seriously, but he was. He was deadly serious, and slowly even Lute started noticing it.
It wasn't until you found him drunk in his office when everything came to light.
Bottles littered the ground, and you took every step with precision. "What are you doing here?" His question was slurred; you were surprised he could even still speak with all the alcohol here.
"Bringing you home, Lute bailed." His eyes rolled at the sound of her name on your tongue.
"Lute, Lute, Lute." He mocked your voice, spite surging him on. "It's always Lute, and never Adam."
Your confusion was obvious, your brows furrowed. "What are you talking about, sir?"
A loud groan filled the office covered in gold. Even now, you still weren't listening to him. What did he have to do for you? He would do anything; he just needed guidance.
"I told you to call me Adam." He raised from his desk, blood rushing to his head. "I tell you we should go out," he wasn't stopping. "I tell you, that we would be amazing together, and you never fucking listen to me."
His envy came to light, "But you have no problem taking Lute at her word."
You were shocked, to put it simply. Had he really felt like this? Could you listen to drunken words? You wanted too; you really did.
He took steps towards you, stumbling over his feet. You were quick to leap towards him, catching him was harder than you thought.
The both of you trampled onto the floor, and you took the brunt of it. Adam hurried to roll off you but made no effort in getting up. Neither did you.
"If you ask me out tomorrow, I'll say yes." Was the last thing he heard before he passed out, missing the rest of your words. "You jealous buffoon."
LUTE — AN EXTERMINATOR
Lute’s jealousy would be obsessive. In fact, she would go out of her way just to ensure you never talked to Vaggie.
Vaggie had already taken Adam’s attention and now she was taking yours? She should be in hell.
You were clearly taken to the fact that Vaggie continued to get closer and closer to you was sinful. She enjoyed taking the woman’s eye, now she could no longer look at you.
All was good in heaven. That’s what Lute was told, and for a while she believed it. She met you here, fell in love. You were everything she wanted in a partner.
You yourself ranked up high in Adam’s army. Always impressing others, not only Lute. You couldn’t count how many times she had complained that others couldn’t mind their business.
So when she held rage in her eyes as she pushed between you and Vaggie, before the extermination, you weren’t surprised.
“Keep your head focus,” she muttered to you before turning her viscous glare to Vaggie. “And you need to stop distracting everyone.”
Vaggie never actually distracted people, you all knew that. Lute was simple unable to handle her emotions.
The woman just might be crazy.
When the portal opened to hell, Lute kept her eye on Vaggie rather than you. She followed her, waiting for her to make just one mistake. All she needed to do was make one mistake and then Lute would be free of her.
Adam immediately noticed Lute follow after, and he too agreed that the woman just might be a little crazy. Still Adam respected Lute’s decision.
The moment Vaggie let that little kid go, she had sealed her fate.
Lute’s sword swing down on Vaggie’s eye. That was for you. Then she ripped off her wings, that was for her.
VELVETTE — A VOXTEK SHOW HOST
Velvette isn't one to let her emotions simmer. She acts, because why would she wait for something she can just have now.
Would run smear campaigns against your co-host, until he eventually was kicked off. She wouldn't harm your image, however after all she posts online every follower she had agreed that you should do your show alone from now on.
Isn't one to admit it, and you would never acknowledge it, so long as it doesn't hurt you then you don't care what she does.
Velvette always has an eye for what looks good, what looks right. You two looked good together, you and your co-host did not.
Vox wanted to bash his head when polls about your co-host creditability plummeted all over hell. Velvette was making thing harder, all because she was 'getting her knickers in a twist.'
You couldn't help but laugh at how Vel was hanging around the studio. Making it a point to kiss you in front of the other sinner at the desk.
You didn't mind; you didn't much like your co-star either. So, when you showed up to work with the news you had your own show to yourself, you were ecstatic.
Velvette deemed it all worth it to Vox when she came home to your gratefulness'. You spent all night kissing away each and every single envious thought from her body.
Warnings: Rush work, just fluff!! Established relationships for all - OH BOY!! LOTS OF CHARACTERS -
Lucifer
You kiss him while he is doing some talking about ducks. You cant help it, he has that spark in his eyes, like they bright more when he talks about something he loves. His smile comes bigger, and the pink circles around his cheecks seems bigger. You kiss him quick, just a small peak.
His brain does a small reset, face going red. You two have shared more intimated and intensed kisses, but this one? Feels just extra special.
"And then they-" He forgot what he was saying.
Alastor
He is just there, drinking something, maybe tea or blood, hard to tell. Reading a book, soft jazz playing in the background. Is a lot different than his usual image. He seems at peace. It makes your heart beat up and your need head go crazy for him. You love him too much, and know how much he hates to be touched unless he initiates it.
So, you give him a quick peak on his left cheeck and run for your life (not that he would hurt you, this is not a first time, and actually? He is well aware of your "suprise" kisses, he pretends to not notice).
His shadows catch up with you, forcing you to sit besides him. He says nothing at first then.
"Next time? Just ask, my Dear"
Husk
After a long day at the bar, all Husk wants to do is lay down and just....stop thinking. His life is shit, he finds times of comfort within the Hotel (never will say it out loud) and you. You are his primal source of happynes.
So, while he is distracted getting ready for bed, his cat-demon senses you near him a bit too late (he blames the alcohol) when he feels a kiss on the back of his neck.
He purrs, out of purrs habit and because only you are allowed to hear such a sound from him.
When he turns to press you against his chest and gives you a proper kiss, leaving his head in the crock on your neck...
"Only you can make a day in Hell feel like paradise"
AngelDust
Angel is fresh from the shower. Having to clean himself from...work. He hates it. But is slowly learning to accept good things and to act in a non self destructive way.
One of the good things that has come to his life is you. At first he did not want to believe it but-
Your easy smile made things impossible.
Like now, when Angel is getting your help heating his hair back and getting it fluffier again, he feels your lips on his head.
Is sincere, is not sexual, is not an invitation for more.
Is you, telling him how much you love him.
And Angel? Well, he may cry.
Sir.Pentious
You kissed him once on his tail and he almost made half of his room explote because, sensitive and flustered snake.
Half the time he wonders how he did score you.
And you are there to take his hands on you, and tell him all the things you love about him, making him more and more shy till he asks you to stop because is too much.
And "...kiss me?"
Of course you do.
Charlie
Charlie will never get used to you, kissing her at random times. It leaves the Princess of Hell out of her mind for a few seconds.
Because these kisses are short, quick, a way of you to remind her, "Im here". Even if she is having a crisis over the Hotel.
You just know when to appear and sease her nerves with your lips.
Vaggie
After decades or more with training from Heaven. Vaggie knows when to expect someones attack.
The thing is, her body does not sense you as a hostile. So you always manage to sneak a kiss when she is giving some sternal speech or dealing with something.
Is not with bad ill, you just know she is getting stressed...and so you kiss her to make her forget for a few minutes.
Cherri Bomb
Before you can leave, she takes you back for another kiss. Never leaves a work (or destruction) half done. She loves them, loves how quick you are on your feets and how you seem to know when to attack (playfully).
Vox
He lives in stress and anger. Only allowing himself to lose up when he is alone, with his pets or with you. He is never soft around others, has a image to keep.
Thats why you never "suprise kiss" him in front of others.
Only when is you two alone in his office, with the dim light and his face deep in pappers and computers. He is so deep in work is only when he feels your leeps on his cheeck that he blushes. A spark going down his body.
Or when you two are having a moment to rest and watch over Vark. Vox turns into a baby and you cant help the soft smiles that comes to your face.
He is too cute for his own good.
And Vark loves to see his parental figures bond, he gives a soft push on the glass making Vox take a step back, look at you to ramble about Vark. Only to get lost in the way you look at him.
And suddendly ? Is not you, but Vox leaning in for a full kiss, with Vark swiming in a small celebration way.
St.Peter
He knows you are coming. When ? No idea, but he knows. Is not like he does not like your kisses, but he gets so flustered!!
And he knows, if he asks you to please stop giving them on public places, you will.
But the feeling on his chest when he feels your soul near him and then your lips? Feels like the morning sun, and honestly? He cant get enough. Even if he cant speak for the next minutes.
Lute
Lute swears she hates them....but never tells you to stop.
She is not sure if she prefers them when she has her mask on (because it hides her blushing face) or without it (cause she can feel the soft and warm skin).
You are one of the reasons she does what she does. She would die protecting you. Even if you dont know the full extent of her work.
"Stop, you are ruining my reputation" But then she is taking her words back.
𖤓 How much would the Hazbin Characters enjoy physical contact - part 2 𖤓
Characters: Vox, Velvette, Carmilla, Rosie, Adam & Lute
Warnings: None
A/N: The season 2 hype is real. Also here's part 1
7/10. Absolutely loves the attention, boosts his ego more.
• Being an Overlord gives Vox a position of constant praise and eyes always being on him.
• Even so, he can't just say no to more, so when you start getting more clingy with him, he's not complaining much.
• He loves when you get real close, when you hug him, when you chant those sweet praises. He chuckles and nods every time.
• You quickly become his favorite employee, he still orders you around like everyone else, and wants you to do your work perfectly still, but he'll be more forgiving of mistakes and you even get to take breaks in his office with him!
• He still has rules about your touch tho; no touching in public, at all, he has an image to maintain, he doesn't need others knowing he has any type of weakness, even the most miniscules ones.
• Also, no touching in front of the other Vees, he doesn't want them thinking you two have something (he failed, they both know and mock him every moment they can).
1/10. Get your dirty hands off of her or she'll shove you away herself.
• Velvette does not enjoy being touched by anyone, it's not like she hates you in specific, she dislikes everyone equally.
• She gives you multiple reasons to why she doesn't want you less than five steps away from her. Your sense of clothing sucks, you're not even close to match her power, you're ugly and has less followers.
• The only moment she would be more clingy with you would be when she's drunk or high, both of you, like that one time that the Vees threw a party for all their workers, she got so drunk she put her arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.
• You don't remember much, also being drunk, but you know she took a few photos of you both together and maybe kissed your cheek, you're not sure about the last part tho.
• She never mentioned that again, and if you ever dared to bring it up she'll threaten to fire you and send her million of fans to harass you online. So, better leave her alone.
3/10. She doesn't hate it, but is rather skeptical about it
• She was very VERY suspicious of you when you first started wanting to be closer to her.
• She was no stranger to betrayal and ex-employees trying to assassinate her behind her back, so she had her guard up with you for a long long time.
• Your intentions slowly started to feel more and more true to her, you never stepped too close before asking her if you could, you brought her everything she asked for, and was there to protect her and her daughters multiple times.
• She’ll slowly allow herself to be more open to your affection, her daughters also encouraged it. Her physical touch is simple, a pat on the shoulder when she's satisfied, maybe hand holding when no one is looking, she let you hug her once too.
• Still, don't push her too much, she has trouble being too vulnerable, keep it simple and small, and know she appreciates you even so.
10/10. Oh she LOVES your presence, aren't you just the nicest little thing.
• She loved having you around the moment she laid her eyes on you. How you got to Cannibal Town is your story to tell, but once you stepped on her store she greeted you with a hug and a kiss on each cheek.
• Always invites you to tea parties, and if you're not a big fan of human fingers she'll cook you more common food. It's honestly hard to not reciprocate her friendly energy.
• Holding hands? She has no problem with that, as long that she can have a nice walk while at it. Hugging? She's always the one that hugs you first so yes! Putting your head on her shoulder? She'll encourage it and say you can talk about your day as much as you want.
• She’s the most lovely and touch friendly person you'll ever meet in hell.
8/10. He's THE Adam, of course he wants people to be all over him.
• You just know this man is a attention whore, if he isn't getting praised and pampered, he's causing a scene and working to fix that as soon as possible.
• He has his hands all over you before you actually start getting physical yourself. A hand on your lower back to catch your attention, or around your shoulders to pull you closer so he can hear your voice better behind his mask. He also pinches your cheeks every so often to annoy you.
• Expect him to demand your presence everywhere, doesn't matter if you're busy or has some type of work to do, he has enough power and rank in heaven to overrule anything that keeps you too busy to be with him.
• The only way he would avoid your touch is if it started getting a little too romantical, then he would start avoiding and ignoring you. It's fun to mess around with you and all, and he wouldn't even mind making out, but a relationship is asking way too much from him, put yourself in your place.
2/10. Hugs are not recommended, but hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
• I don't know what made you think you would be a good idea to try and get closer to one of the most ruthless exterminator angels known in heaven, but hey, what's life with a little risk?
• And put risk in it, the first time you dared to open your arms to embrace her she was putting her blade on your neck and giving you a death glare.
• She’s a fighter, a warrior, and also fully dedicated to Adam, she doesn't have time nor wishes to have someone close to her that way. Nothing you do will ever change that.
• She does break slightly after Adam's death tho, you find her staring at his door, tired, no light in her eyes. She still shoots you a glare when you come closer, but when your arms go around her body and pull her closer to comfort her, she doesn't fight, she doesn't hug back, she simply stares to nothingness and let's it happen.
I wondering if I could request hazbin hotel ( not all at once tho) x reader who is extremely oblivious and kinda stupid. Like the cast is all SOOO obvious but reader is just kinda stupid and won’t get the hint
I just think it will be sooo cute ^^
Hopefully this reaches you well, take your time with this and thank you for reading :3!!
A/N Sure, I did some imagines for this. I hope this is what you meant from your description in the request. I just wrote them for the characters I already write for (except Adam because I cannot stand him or write positively about him) but let me know if there is anyone else you want :)
Also I started this, and then ALL OF IT GOT DELETED SOMEHOW.
Hazbin Hotel x Oblivious Reader Imagine
Pairings: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, Vox x Reader, Lute x Reader
Warnings: Stalking. Brief mentions of murder. Mentions of blood and wounds. More stalking. One (1) Sappho reference (in reference to her line: by my raving heart).
Word Count: 3,323
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Alastor
I honestly feel like it would become a game to him and that he would bring it just to the edge of damaging his precious reputation (but he would never take it so far as to actually do damage)
Like, it would start small. He would go out of his way to make sure the food Y/n liked was always in stock, make sure that her favorite spot on the couch was always free and ready when she walked into the room, ensure that Husk always had her favorite drink ready at the bar when she arrived for a drink.
And when she obviously didn't get that it was him doing all this stuff, he would start making it more obvious. Stuff like:
Y/n sighed as she closed the door to the hotel behind her. It had been a long day, to say the least, and what she really needed? More than anything? Was a drink.
Alastor pretended not to watch her from the corner of his eye as Y/n rubbed her temples and began to walk towards the bar. Husk, who had been cleaning glasses, let out a sigh. Before he could even move to begin making her usual drink of choice, Alastor shot him a glance.
Though no words were shared, the message was clear.
Don't you dare.
With a shrug and a roll of his eyes, Husk returned to his previous task. He was only able to do so for a moment, however, for just as Y/n came into ear shot, Alastor spoke.
"One martini. Gin, extra dirty and extra dry."
With raised eyebrows, Husk set the glass he'd been drying back on the counter and began to mix the drink.
Alastor had timed it perfectly. How could he not have? Just as Y/n reached the bar and pulled out a stool, Husk placed the drink in front of Alastor.
Y/n groaned in irritation as she took her seat, seemingly not noticing Alastor beside her.
"A drink?" Alastor asked, drawing her attention immediately.
With wide eyes, Y/n turned to him and, spotting the martini glass he offered her, smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, that's so sweet."
Alastor casually shrugged it off.
"Rough day?"
His voice was light, it betrayed none of the calculation that had gone into this simple interaction.
"You could say that." Y/n nodded.
Sighing, she raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip. At the taste of her favorite drink, perfectly mixed, her expression lit up. She turned to face Alastor now, a genuine smile gracing her features once more.
"These are my favorite." she hummed, "How did you know?"
"Oh, just paying attention is all."
"Well, thank you, Alastor. Really."
When that clearly didn't work and served only to make Y/n think Alastor was very devoted to his job, he would take it a step up.
Letting his hands brush Y/n's ever so fatally, a well placed pat on the head or hand on the shoulder.
Y/n would just be like 'Wow, he is such a nice guy'
Slowly it would escalate. He would start following her.
He would create situations he could save her from and she'd just be liked 'wow, it was super lucky you were here'
He would seriously consider killing your friends and staging it as other people doing it so that Y/n would run to him for comfort, so that he would be the only one left
But Alastor wouldn't be able to do that because it would contradict what Rosie had asked of him
People in the hotel would start noticing and it would get to the point where Alastor was just always kind of watching Y/n. It would get hard to ignore and they'd have to confront her about it.
He'd definitely be stalker-ish
Someone (who is kidding, its Angel) would eventually pull Y/n aside to talk to her about it.
"So you don't think it is weird that he just so happens to have the one food you're craving on the stove whenever you want it?"
Y/n paused, her spoonful of Japanese curry poised halfway between the bowl and her gentle mouth.
"No?" she said at last, taking her bite.
"No." Angel repeated in disbeleif.
Y/n swallowed.
"No." she said again, shaking her head, "He's just a nice guy. He is a good... hotelier or whatever the fuck his job is."
"Dude, are you blind?"
"What do you mean?"
"He literally doesn't do that for anyone else. Also he like, watches you? And touches you? You have noticed that he practically touches no one, right?"
"He touches Nifty."
"Nifty touches him."
Finally it would get to a point where he was starting rumors in the world outside the hotel
I feel like he would never actually confess anything? He would just start fucking with Y/n and see how far he could take it. He'd start like, hugging her and shit. Taking him up to his tower to help record his broadcasts.
Honestly, unless Y/n realizes what is going on, I don't think it would ever end. I think everyone would just come to terms with it and when new people joined the hotel etc. the others would just be like 'yeah, don't mind those freaks. We don't get it either.'
Lucifer
His strategy would be to try and impress Y/n. I feel like he doesn't know another way of getting someone's attention or love. Both Eve and Lilith were people he impressed in some way, and he hasn't been with anyone else (as far as we know) so I think he would see it as his only 'tool' so to speak.
And his antics would definitely not go well
But Y/n would find it endearing and kind of sweet
Lucifer peaked his head up from the wreckage. He had tried so very hard, spent so much time piecing every aspect together. Then, with one wrong step, it had all come tumbling down - literally.
When he at last gained the courage to look at Y/n, she was laughing. Lucifer wished he was a mortal, a sinner, anything so long as it was a form capable of a quick and easy death.
Hand to mouth, Y/n giggled. It had been perfect, adorable even. Lucifer had been so excited, he had wanted to show her the new attraction he was thinking of adding to Lu Lu Land, his theme park, so badly, that he hadn't noticed the rope around his foot.
"Ah!" Y/n exclaimed, trying to catch her breath as she wiped tears from her eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."
"It's fine."
The dejection in his tone did not escape her notice and, once she had at last calmed down, she took a few steps forward. Lucifer couldn't bear to look at her. There was the faint rustling of fabric, and then the world fell silent.
"Come on." Y/n said, breaking the quiet at long last.
Lucifer couldn't help it, he looked. Now, he was on the verge of tears for a very different reason.
There, right before him, Y/n was crouched. Her dress pooled around her ankles, her rings clinked lightly as the fingers of her outstretched hand twitched.
In awe, Lucifer look up, meeting her eyes. She was smiling brightly. It felt like the sun.
"Once you're out of here, we can figure out what went wrong and rebuild. Sound good?"
I feel like his efforts would just result in them becoming besties
But I also feel like Lucifer would also get very discouraged very quickly and would need Charlie to hype him up.
For Lucifer, it would definitely end in him confessing to Y/n at long last
It would have big Sir Pentious energy but I mean that in the way that in the scenes leading up to when he's intending to ask Cherri out near the end of S1 the other characters are all hyping him up in the background (one of my favorite hidden details in the whole show, ngl)
And Y/n would obviously say yes
Suddenly, it was like everything clicked into place. The shows, the presentations, the fancy dinners, the late nights drinking at the hotel bar where he struggled to keep his eyes open. The truly copious amount of rubber ducks she'd been finding everywhere.
"I understand if you're not interested," Lucifer was saying, wringing his hands, refusing to meet her eyes, "I wont be offended. I just can't keep doin-"
At the feeling of Y/n's hands on his, Lucifer stopped, unable to say anymore. He was prepared for the worst but when he looked up, it was to see Y/n smiling softly, tears rimming her eyes.
"I know it is strange to ask," she began, taking a deep breath, "you being the King of Hell and all and me being just a sinner, not even an overlord or anything, but..." she took another deep breath, "would you like to go out with me? On a date - a real date - sometime?"
Vox
He would be a solid mix of Lucifer and Alastor
Because he and Alastor are very similar in some ways, but Vox for sure has confidence issues
This is turning into more of a stalker thing because Vox would definitely do his 'research'
He would use all the CCTV cameras in Hell to track Y/n's movements
And that wouldn't worry Velvette or Val, I mean, Vox does crazy shit like that all the time
But when Val asked if he was scouting new talent, Vox would get weirdly defensive
That would be the first tip off. The second tip off would be when Vox would begin to reorganize his schedule, something he was normally so neurotic about
Y/n would randomly run into him once on the street or as a part of his live audience and then a few weeks later, he would suddenly be everywhere
She'd be grabbing food at her favorite restaurant and he would just happen to be there, she would be shopping at a store that Vox just randomly decided to accompany a shipment from Velvette's label to, etc and he would always go out of his way to go up to her, to speak to her, to convince his way into Y/n letting him join her for dinner
He would also morph himself to what he thinks Y/n wants him to be
Every interest Y/n brought up just always happened to be something they had in common, no matter how obscure
And Y/n can kind of tell something is up with that? But just brushes it off because he can always back up his claims (when i say this man researches? He researches.) so Y/n just thinks it is a weird coincidence that they're so similar
Once they ran into one another enough, he would start trying to make real plans with her and Y/n would just not get it
"That was really nice. I feel bad that you paid though."
"We're in Hell, take advantage of good faith where you can get it." Vox replied with a cheeky smile, leaning back in his chair.
Everything was to his advantage, he had curated it that way. He knew that in this position, with this lighting, with the slight buzz from the wine that must be infiltrating Y/n's brain, there was no denying it - he was hot.
"So, uh," Vox began, looking away but keeping his tone light, exactly as he had calculated for maximal results, "we should hang out some time, ya know?"
"Hang out?" Y/n repeated, her brow slightly furrowed, her head cocked to one side.
"Yeah, meet up. Grab a bite. You know, hang out."
As he spoke, Vox raised himself, straightening his back. He emphasized the casual nature of his words with flourishing movements of his hands. He was absolutely, positively, and completely sure to keep his hands curled so that his claws would fall on the more elegant side.
Y/n chuckled.
"Yeah, I know what hang out means. Just that... isn't that what we're doing already?"
The waiter came back and the conversation paused momentarily as Vox signed the cheque and tucked his card back into his wallet. He was sure to flash it - enough that the light caught it but subtle enough that it wouldn't seem purposeful - as he found its home.
Y/n thanked the waiter politely, who flipped her off in response, before turning to Vox and thanking him once again for a lovely meal.
"It's nothing." he waved her off, "What else am I supposed to do with all this money."
Y/n laughed politely but said nothing. Vox cleared his throat, disguising his misstep with what could only be described as too much confidence. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table and his hands folded beneath his chin.
"Well, back to our previous conversation, I was hoping next time it would be a little more scheduled. I'm a busy man, you know."
"Oh yeah, totally." Y/n laughed as she began to get to her feet.
Vox jumped to his feet, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair before her fingers even had the chance to brush it.
"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?"
She seemed slightly surprised to find it held open for her. Whatever uncertainty Y/n had at the movement was quickly brushed away as she turned, allowing Vox to help her put her coat on.
"Just that, we always seem to run into one another, you know? Its almost weird, but I kinda like the spontaneity of it all."
Her coat now firmly on her shoulders, Y/n turned to Vox. It took everything in him to let his fingers only trail gently across the nape of her neck.
Y/n looked up at Vox, smiling brightly.
"So, you know, I'll see you around."
When she eventually agreed to planned hang outs, he would try and impress her at every turn. I am talking taking her to the opera and having a private booth trying to impress her.
Eventually, he will stoop to running gossip pieces concerning Y/n
Like, he would hire paparazzi to take photos of them and run speculation pieces with titles wondering who the little demoness was who seemed to have stolen the heart of the Media Overlord
He would hope the articles would make her wonder, maybe give her an idea, but instead Y/n just thinks they're funny.
Eventually the other Vees would have to get involved to either set Vox straight, or make Y/n realize what was going on
I feel like Vox would be someone to stoop so low as to just admit to his feelings (this is joking and teasing. He would see it as stooping low)
He would plan it all out ahead of time with Val and Velvette's help
Like, maybe they would find him trying to plan something and just take over. Like, 'You're trying to impress her? You're trying to get with this bitch? Oh no, this wont do.' and they'd hijack it entirely
He'd be super embarrassed and it'd be super cute
Lute
This bitch has no patience and honestly? I love her for it.
Like, she would not be able to take an oblivious Y/n at all
But also, Lute's idea of sending signals is like, not screaming at you as much? Going the slightest bit easier on Y/n in training?
Or, it would be the opposite. She would be extra mean and like, completely ignore Y/n to the extent that Y/n would think Lute hates her
With Adam, she is patient, but she also knows it is impossible so she doesn't really try. She is devoted to him more than anything else and yes, he manipulates her through that devotion but also, she never tries anything with him. If she saw someone as a true possibility and started dropping hints, she would have such a short fuse. It would be so embarrassing for her. She wouldn't be able to handle it.
Lute would also have to work through so much internalized homophobia to even get to the point of acknowledging that she wanted Y/n
If Y/n was a winner and not another exorcist then I think she would just straight up never drop hints.
Like, I am being so real, Lute would be as oblivious as the Y/n, and then something - like a near death experience for Y/n - would happen and it would hit her like a fucking truck
Time seemed to slow to an almost imperceptible crawl. Y/n hung in the air, her wings splayed, golden blood spilling from the place the cannibal's spear had slashed across her chest. It was beautiful in a way, but there was this noise in the background, this screaming.
The noise of battle had always comforted her in a way and Lute could tell, this wasn't part of it. It was different, baser, more animalistic, intertwined, and yet, in some fundamental way, above. It took Lute a second to realize the sound was coming from her.
In an instant, Lute was beneath Y/n. Her wings were soft against her arms, or, they would have been if Lute hadn't been wearing such armor.
Eyes crunched shut in pain, every muscle tensed, nothing else mattered. Lute needed to get her through the portal.
There was no time to think, no time to process the confusion, the conflict. Lute had always thought Y/n was weak, hadn't she? Wasn't this just proof of that, getting felled so easily? So soon into the battle? Hadn't Lute always found her too small, too soft, too delicate, too...
There would be time for this later. Now, heart pounding behind her breastplate, for the first time in her life, Lute was certain of what she needed to do, regardless of what her master may think.
Like, once Lute got her shit together, she would literally just bully Y/n
Eventually Y/n would work up the courage to confront her and Lute would have no choice but to spill her guts
"I just don't get it." Y/n mumbled from her place on the ground.
Lute scoffed.
"What was that?" she asked, cupping a hand teasingly behind her ear.
Slowly, Y/n lifted her head, her hair falling from before her face. Their eyes met and Lute was surprised to find that the exorcist before her was not angry, not hurt, not really, well, anything. It wasn't that she was apathetic, per say, just that after all this time, Lute had expected her to be mad.
"I said, I just don't get it." Y/n shrugged.
Lute rolled her eyes, letting her hands come to a rest on her hips. Still, Y/n did not stand. Instead, she merely watched.
"Get what." Lute spat out at last, trying to still the raging of her wild, raving heart.
Y/n threw her hands out to the sides, looking around as if to say: this. After a moment, she sighed, letting her arms fall back to her sides.
"Why you target me like this."
Lute's heart was in her throat. She'd fought a thousand times, in a thousand situations. She was second in command of the Holy Army, for Heaven's sake! And yet, for all those fights, all those battles, Lute had never felt so scared.
So emo
Eventually Y/n would get it out of Lute and she'd be so shocked that she'd need a little bit to process.
Lute would also probably run away after confessing? I don't know, I feel she'd be very soft and not know how to handle acknowledge romantic love
I am sorry if you got tagged twice, I am working on making just a general 'Hazbin' master taglist but for now all I have to work with are my individual character tag lists.
includes (in order): charlie, vaggie, cherri, carmilla, velvette, lute
warnings: fem!reader (for all), soft dom, strap usage, face riding, tit sucking, pillow princesses, edging/orgasm denial, rough sex, degradation, pain kink (slapping, biting, scratching, choking), switch!reader (it changes from character to character)
authors note: i love pretty girls who cry during sex so there is a LOT of that (sorry not sorry!) also i’ve NEVER WRITTEN FOR CARMILLA esp for smut so if she’s ooc i’m so sorryyyyy!!!!!!! ☹️☹️☹️
charlie is a screamer. no exaggeration. charlie is already such a vocal person anyway—but in the bedroom? boy does that go from 100 to 1000.
whether it’s eating her out, using a strap, or vibrator—charlie is very vocal about how she feels. she’s babbling incoherently throughout it all—telling you through exasperated moans how good she feels, how she loves your tongue, how close she is, and how good she wants to be for you.
this only amplifies over the course of each round, as much as maybe she shouldn’t, charlie can and probably will go all night long, which normally ends up leading to her crying softly as your strap goes in and out of her slowly.
vaggie is a soft dom through and through. her goal is to make you feel pleasured whenever you’re at your peaks, it’s her job to bring you to another world, if she’s not she feels like she isn’t doing her job.
she’s very slow, she takes her time. vaggie is big on foreplay, and could tease you all night long before getting to the actual sex. and even during sex, she’s still very teasing. she’ll make you finish with her fingers.. then her mouth.. then her vibrator.. then her strap.. and then maybe she’ll do the whole thing over again, who knows.
but vaggie is also very attentive to your wants and needs. she can tell when it’s too much or time to wrap it up, but even through the many orgasms vaggie is still so soft with you, with her touch, her praise, even through all the stimulation, vaggie will be the softness.
cherri is pussy drunk 24/7, no matter what. she loves the feeling of your clit thrusting against her face as she drinks you up like a shot. cherri LOVES pussy and you cannot change my mind! she loves the bittersweet taste of your fluids hitting her taste buds, she loves marking up your thighs beforehand like a little tease, and she loves hearing you moan for her like there’s no tomorrow.
this is something about cherri’s sexual interests that she keeps more private—but she loves it when her face is ridden. she’s not embarrassed about it because she thinks it’s gross or weird—she just gets flustered at the thought of you knowing she worships you like that.
cherri just loves the feeling of you riding her face—it’s so overstimulating in the best way for her. between clutching at your moving thighs, licking out your cunt like she’s a starving child, and getting to have your cum all over her face by the time it’s over. just know it’s your job to clean it up once it happens… with your tongue.
carmilla loves being your mami—taking care of you and pleasing you in something as simple as laying down in bed and letting you get to it on her tits.
she loves you sucking her tits. carmilla can’t help but get wet when her good little girl is looking up at her with doe eyes, suckling on her boobs, to her, it’s heaven, even in hell, better, even.
carmilla’s senses tingle immensely as your tongue laps around her nipple as her other breast is fondled in your hand. her sense of pleasure is quiet—she’s not always very vocal, but the wet sensation in her panties says it all. but don’t worry, she’ll pay it forward to you later…
velvette is a pillow princess—she wants to be taken care of, adored, worshipped—and she doesn’t want to work for it. she wants to sit back, relax, and have everything done for her.
but on a slightly contradicting note, velvette is not a good girl—she’s bratty. velvette will talk back, squirm, whatever it takes for you to spank her and pull out the vibrator—she loves being edged.
to velvette, sex is best when she’s sobbing for her mommy with mascara dripping down her face, her hair frizzy, begging for a release—intimacy is one of the only times velvette allows herself to look disheveled in front of someone else. something about knowing messy is pretty to you flips a switch in her.
when lute has sex with another woman, it is purely for release purposes since adam is gone, not for any romantic gain. obviously. so since it’s a ‘release’ for her, lute goes to pound town. literally. she’s not gentle, or even sweet for that matter.
lute will angrily pin you down to the bed and thrust angrily into you with her strap—nearly full in, and fully out, and hard. she’s also big on degrading—lute will lean down and whisper into your ear as you cry from the stimulation how much of a dirty little whore you are, how it’s pathetic you can’t keep it together, and that you’ve been such a bad girl.
additionally, lute has a pain kink. she loves leaving her mark on you—whether it be slap marks, hand marks from her choking you, bite marks, scratches, she lives for it.
knowing she’s in control keeps lute going in moments like these—she feels like has control over something, even if it’s only just once.
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Hazbin gals reaction to Reader asking for them to “be mean to me” during sex? NSFW obviously, but only if ur comfortable with it!
I like it rough.
Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggi, Lute, Cherri Bomb, Velvette, Carmilla Carmine, Rosie x GN! Reader
Warnings: nsfw things (duh), most of the stuff is implied to happen after tho, not all of the scenes are set during sex but sex follows after, established relationship for all, sub!reader
Word count: 1.2k
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Charlie Morningstar
Her lips were against yours, tongues tangled together in a heated kiss. Her skin, now free from her clothes, matched yours as your bodies pressed together. Her arms were wrapped around your neck, and yours around her torso. Reluctantly, you pull away from her lips. Just enough to speak, but still keeping your foreheads pressed together.
"Charlie?" she hums in response, opening her eyes to look into yours. "Can you be mean to me?" you ask.
She blinks, slowly, processing your words. "You... want me to be mean to you?" she questions. You nod your head slightly as a confirmation. "Positive?" she confirms, wanting to make sure you truly wanted this.
"Yes, I'm positive," you affirm, the desire in your eyes being a dead giveaway. As you said that, Charlie's fingers slowly started to travel down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You watch as her sclera turns a more reddish hue, and her horns begin to form on her head. "I hope you're ready, baby." With that, her lips are back on yours in a passion-filled entanglement.
Vaggi
Her kisses move down your chest all the way to your navel, leaving soft nips here and there. You let out a soft sigh, your eyes fluttering closed. You can feel her lips travel to your pelvis, causing a heat to spread across your skin. "Mh... Vaggi," you breathe out.
"Yes?" she mumbles against your skin. You open your eyes, glancing down at her, and that's when you realize she's been looking at you the whole time. Your body heats up even more under her lustful gaze. "Um... can you... be mean to me?"
Vaggi smirks with a glint in her eyes, "Oh, I like the way you think, babe."
Her hand moves under your bare thigh, lifting it up towards her mouth. She kisses your skin before biting down hard on your flesh. You gasp as her mouth leaves a mark on your skin, muscle twitching beneath her lips. She pulls away, running her tongue over the teeth marks. "That's it," she teases, "Keep making those pretty sounds for me, cariño."
Lute
She had you perched on her lap, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. Her mouth was on your neck, sucking deep bruises into your skin. She wanted all of Heaven to know that you were hers. Pressing her nails into your skin as she pulls your body closer to hers causes you to hiss softly.
Lute didn't care, though; all she could think about was marking you up. "Um... Lute?" you mumble quietly.
"Shut up," she cuts you off, bringing her hands down to grope your ass. "Well, I was going to ask if you could maybe... be mean to me?" you reply.
She pulls away from your neck, looking at you. There's a dangerous look in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turn upwards. "You don't have to ask me twice," she practically growls in your ear. Then she smacks your ass roughly, shoving you onto the bed.
Cherri Bomb
The two of you were laughing at some dumb joke she just made, which was only so funny because you were drunk. She hooks her fingers under the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head. "Fuck, I've been dyin' to get my mouth on these nipples of yours."
She brings her head down, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. Cherri suckles on it, causing a moan to slip past your lips. A shiver runs up your spine as her teeth graze the sensitive flesh. "You're so responsive. I love it."
She hooks a thumb into the waistband of your pants, giving it a slight test tug. "Cher?" you call out.
Her big eye meets yours, a grin on her lips, "Yeah, doll?" The sight of her looking down at you nearly makes your brain go fuzzy, even more so than the alcohol in your system. "Can you be mean to me?"
Cherri's grin widens at your request, "Oh, I've been waiting for you to ask me that, you crazy bitch." She kisses your cheek softly, "Of course I'll be mean to ya, doll, it's what I do best."
Velvette
"He's such a fucking asshole," she groans into your shoulder, complaining about Vox again. Her fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your skin. She had been so tense lately, so you offered one of the best remedies. Cuddles.
She huffs, lifting her head from your shoulder. "I wish he were dead sometimes," she grumbles, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.
"You should be mean to me," you suggest, "You know, relieve some built-up stress."
Velette blinks, considering your suggestion, then a wicked grin spreads across her lips. "You're a genius, bunny. Not as smart as me, but still a fucking genius." She buries her face back into your neck, her lips now against your skin. She shifts, pushing her leg between your thighs.
Her lips trail up to your ear so she can whisper in it, "You gonna be a good stress toy for me, right?" You nod your head in agreement, and you can feel her smirk against your skin. "Good," she growls, spreading your thighs apart with her legs. "You fucking better."
Carmilla Carmine
Her large hands gently cup your cheeks, "You're so perfect." She brushes her thumb against your skin, and you drink up her affection like nectar.
"My pretty angel," she whispers, her face getting closer to yours. "How did I get so lucky?" She kisses you slowly and sensually, as if time itself would stand still. She had a distinct taste that you loved. One that was uniquely Carmilla.
She slips her tongue into your mouth as her hands move to hold your waist. As the kiss gets more heated, you find yourself at the foot of your bed. She pulls away from the kiss, resting her forehead against yours.
"Can you be mean to me?" you ask softly. Carmilla looks shocked for a moment, but it quickly fades into something more. "Are you sure?" she questions.
"Yes, I am," you answer. She smiles, squeezing your waist in her large grasp. "Very well, I shall grant you this wish, angel."
Rosie
She watches as you slowly sink down on your knees before her, your eyes looking up into hers. The sight of you submitting before her was something she loved. You looked so soft and squishable in her eyes, like a stuffed animal.
You nuzzle your head against her leg, slotting yourself between them. "Hm, such a good pet," she coos, giving the top of your head a pat.
You look up at her with those big, almost glass-like, eyes of yours, melting her long-dead heart. "Rosie? Can you be mean to me?"
She hums lowly, toying with a strand of your hair between her fingertips. She doesn't respond right away; she holds her breath, letting you grovel in the suspense. Then she pinches your cheeks between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard. "You have no idea what you're asking for, dear."
Her words were threatening, but her voice was as sweet and hypnotizing as it could be. "I don't care," you reply. Rosie's sweet smile turns into something more dangerous. The hand that once patted your head gently now grips it harshly. "Oh, my dear, always stay this blissful for me."
Star's notes -> Everyone wake the fuck up, Star is writing for Hazbin Hotel again
(Thank you @somerandombisexual666 for requesting!)
