#vaggi x reader

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Hi! I would like a hazbin headcanon of the characters with a short reader if that ok?

Hazbin Hotel x Short!Reader Headcanons (18+, NSFW)

A/N: I hope you’re aware of the clownery that is about to ensue due to this idea, anon…enjoy :D

Charlie

Charlie is insanely tall, and so she finds your short stature incredibly endearing. She's constantly patting your head and telling you how adorable you are. "Awwww, you're just so cute! Look at you! So tiny! I could squeeze you!"

Although she means no harm, you find her constant remarks rather patronizing. She doesn't notice your discomfort at first, but when you finally pull away from one of her head pats, she looks hurt.

"What...what's wrong? Did...did I hurt you?" You say no, explaining that you don't appreciate her comments. "Oh...I'm...shit, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't...mean to make fun of you...I just...find you so cute...I...won't say stuff like that again, I promise..."

And she doesn't...mostly. She has to stop herself multiple times from patting you on the head, but otherwise, she's doing a good job of being respectful.

Vaggi

Vaggi isn't really one to make fun of someone's height unless they annoy her. In fact, if Charlie starts cooing over how short you are, Vaggi would probably be the one to tell her to cool it. "Charlie, babe, they look uncomfortable. Maybe give them some space?"

That being said, if you make it clear you don't mind the jokes and you get to know Vaggi well enough, she might greet you with a, "Hey, short stack,"

Vaggi also can't help but find it funny that her spear is at least double your height. "I think you'd fall over if you tried to hold this. You know what? I wanna see you try. Here,"

She was right.

Angel Dust

Angel would not be shy at all about poking fun at your height. "Heya, short stuff. Can you see all of me from down there?"

He'd incorporate it into his flirting. "I bet I could fit all of you inside of me...if you know what I mean..."

Your annoyance would only fuel him. "Aww, don't have such a short temper! Hehehe..."

But if you got upset enough, he would back off. "...sorry, toots. I...didn't know it bothered you that much. I'll...I'll stop,"

And he was mostly right. He still makes a comment every now and again to make you laugh, and then subsequently pretend to be mad to hide your laugh.

Husk

Husk doesn't really care that you're short; it doesn't make a difference to him, and he's not one to make fun of something like that unless he hates the person already.

Still, he can't help but find it funny how much your legs dangle from the barstools. He eventually makes a comment about it: "Do ya need me to help ya get down from there?" It's not quite mockery, but with Husk's dry tone, it's hard not to feel as though you're being made fun of. So you cross your arms and pout, rolling your eyes.

Husk can't help but chuckle. "You look like a fuckin' child when you do that," You flip him off. "What? Just tellin' it like it is. Not my fuckin' fault you can't handle honesty,"

You go back and forth like this several times, to the point where Husk only starts giving you shots because "anything else and you might just fall over". You decide maybe it's just best to quit drinking altogether.

Niffty

Niffty appreciates finally having someone around who can meet her at her level...literally. She can hug you without her hugs only reaching your legs, climb on you a lot more easily, and show you all of the tight little spaces she likes to hide in. "No tall people allowed!"

She makes your height feel like someone fun and unique about you, rather than a liability or something to be made fun of. If you're female-presenting, she dubs you "The Short Queen", and if you're male-presenting, she dubs you "The Shortest, Baddest Boy". Otherwise, she just calls you "my fellow short person", but in an affectionate sort of way. Your height becomes something for the two of you to bond over.

The two of you have height contests, where you see which one of you can make yourselves look the tallest. You get Alastor to be the judge, and he likes to tease the both of you: "Hmm...I think you both are tied," Niffty always asks him to check again, and you just laugh.

Baxter

Similar to Niffty, Baxter doesn't often meet people of a similar height to him. When he first arrives at the hotel, despite his initial hostility, he finds himself gravitating towards you and Niffty. It isn't long before he becomes a part of the "short person club".

Baxter confides in you and Niffty that he's been working on a concoction that can alter a person's height. "If my theory is correct, one drop of this elixir will be able to alter height by one inch, so by that logic, twelve drops should equate to one foot. So by using this measurement guide, we should be able to alter our heights by however many feet we desire!"

It's a tempting proposition, but a risky one. You have no idea what's in that elixir. You don't even know if you can fully trust Baxter; didn't he once work for VoxTek? But he insists that, even if it doesn't work, there shouldn't be any long-lasting side effects.

You finally agree, adding the precise amount of drops needed to alter your height to a glass of water and drinking it after doing cheers with Baxter and Niffty.

There's a puff of smoke, and the three of you look in the mirror. Or you would, if you hadn't just crushed the mirror underneath the weight of your giant bodies.

As it turned out, Baxter got the ratio wrong. One drop wasn't one inch...it was one foot. So twelve drops would be twelve feet. So when you drank sixty drops in the hopes of gaining five feet...you ended up gaining sixty feet.

You tower over Hell, having burst through the roof of the hotel. Everybody freaks out, and you and Niffty look at Baxter, anger boiling in your now giant eyes.

Thankfully, Baxter also messed up in the sense that the elixir wasn't permanent, so after about twenty minutes of pure chaos, including 666 News arriving and the three of you pulling a King Kong on the hotel, you poof back to your normal sizes. From then on, you never try an elixir from Baxter again.

Alastor

Alastor is used to being one of the taller demons in the room, but he still finds your notable shortness endearing. He 100% makes fun of you for it: "My dear, perhaps we ought to go shopping for some platform shoes for you. I think the extra height would benefit you,"

Height is one of the ways Alastor maintains control over those he sees as beneath him. If you won't do what he wants, he'll stand up straight or make himself taller as a means to intimidate you. "Can you repeat that, my dear? I couldn't quite hear you from up here,"

Even his cane is taller than you, a fact he's definitely exploited. You get bonked on the head by that thing at least once as a means of shutting you up. Think that scene in The Lion King where Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick. Alastor pretends that he didn't do it: "What? I think you're mistaken, my dear. I would do nothing of the sort...right?"

Alastor sees you as a stubborn little nuisance, a pest he could squash. But Charlie insists that your intentions are good, so he holds off. But he makes it incredibly clear that if you fuck with him, you'll "lose what little stature you have to your name".

Lucifer

Lucifer has had to endure an eternity of being made fun of for being short, so when you arrive in the hotel, he briefly puts aside his usual hesitancy and erupts with joy: "FINALLY, a sinner that doesn't tower over me! What a pleasant surprise, something which I never thought I'd say!" He, of course, conveniently forgets about Niffty and Baxter.

Lucifer is happy he doesn't have to try and flex his might to you by making himself seem bigger or being overly theatrical like he usually does. He can look you directly in the eye, meet you at your level. He hadn't quite realized just how desperately he needed that: "You know, it's...it's refreshing to not have to crane my neck to talk to you. Don't...don't have a sudden growth spurt or anything, OK?"

He's a little embarrassed by it, but Lucifer feels himself letting his guard down around you due to your height. You feel more...attainable than the other sinners, like he can actually...talk to you. He finds himself gravitating toward you when he leaves his room, attempting to make conversation with you, and even laughing at your jokes. It's...strange, this comfort and ease he's found with you, but he doesn't hate it.

Charlie thinks it's absolutely adorable, and even though Lucifer will never admit to it, he's definitely glad that Charlie brought you to the hotel.

Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious is one of the hotel's tallest residents, so when he first meets you, he has to bend down quite a bit, but he tries not to be rude about it: "Oh! Hello there, my dear...let me just...bend down a bit to get to your level...you are...much shorter than I. O-of course, that is not a problem!"

Sir Pentious can already be a bit oblivious, so you find that he often doesn't notice when you're coming up behind him. So most of the time, when you go to greet him or ask him for something, he startles and jumps back: "AAAAH! I'M BEING AMBUSHED! Oh. It's just you. You frightened me. Do try to announce yourself when you wish to speak with me,"

You try, but you still feel like a pesky mouse crawling inside an elephant's trunk...or in this case, a snake's maw. Pentious can very easily wrap his serpentine body around you, which he demonstrates whenever he hugs you, and you wonder if you'd pop if he squeezed any harder.

Still, Pentious likes you and does his best to be gentle with you, despite how clumsy he can be. "Please do let me know if I bring any harm to you, my dear. I would hate to see you die on my watch; what kind of a friend would I be?"

Cherri Bomb

Cherri definitely mocks you for your height when you first meet. "Hey, shortie...so this is the body you got stuck with here in Hell? That's a bitch, isn't it?"

Cherri isn't exactly careful, so she'll often bump into you or even trip over you when she's running off somewhere. Of course, she prefers to blame you for that: "Watch where you're fuckin' goin', dipshit! Can't you see I've got somewhere to be? It's not my fuckin' fault you're tall as a pin!"

Still, Cherri can't help but see you as a sort of little sibling due to your height. She often asks you to fetch things for her or teases you as a big sister might tease her younger siblings. It's annoying, but you come to realize it's her way of bonding with you.

Eventually, you learn to fire back at Cherri when she makes fun of your height, and she laughs uproariously: "Finally grew a spine, eh? I knew you'd come around eventually! Cheers, mate!"

Vox

Vox is a condescending piece of shit, so he 100% mocked you for your height when he first met you. He probably used his wires to make himself appear larger just to rub it in. His whole modus operandi is making himself seem superior to others, and if that means making you feel lesser than him because of your height, then so be it.

If you end up working for VoxTek, Vox would definitely find ways to knock you down a peg...more so than you normally were. He'd bump into you with his shoulders and pretend he didn't see you - "pardon me, you're just so easy to miss, you blend in with the scenery" - and he messes with your office chairs so that you're always close to the ground. "That seat seems a bit low, doesn't it? Do you need one of our patented VoxTek™️booster seats? C'mon, no shame if you do!"

If you eventually confront Vox about all this, he pretends he has no idea what you're talking about. "Me? Trying to condescend you? Don't be fucking ridiculous! You're not even worth the fucking effort. You're a speck of dust...and no, that is not a size joke. You're so fucking sensitive,"

But eventually, Vox would learn the hard way not to push your buttons. Still, every now and then, he'd stretch like a cat while standing next to you to emphasize the height difference, and you'd just glare at him.

Valentino

Valentino is massive...like, even for an overlord. And with his wings, he can make himself look even larger. So you look like absolutely nothing standing next to him, and he makes sure you know that. "Aww, look at this pequeña querida! Tell me, how does my dick look from down there? I'm sure compared to you, it's fucking massive. Of course, it already is, but you know what I mean..."

Valentino probably wouldn't be in a rush to hire you, given how much he loves actors who can show lots of leg, but if you can impress him despite your height, he'll be able to carve out a niche for you: short people porn. "It's a fetish. Not really my thing, but hey, who am I to deny the people what they want?"

Valentino would absolutely adore watching his employees manhandle you, slamming you around and treating you like a doll. Even though he insists he's not into the short person thing, he does get turned on by it.

You might even end up becoming one of Valentino's little lap puppies. You'd be right at home on his lap, a chain clamped tight around your throat, and Valentino stroking your hair: "Good pup. Make sure you know your place..."

Velvette

Velvette isn't actually tall herself, but that doesn't stop her from taking the piss out of you for your height: "Babe, I don't even think I have clothes that fit you! I think you'll just have to wear baby doll clothes!"

Velvette probably wouldn't want you as a model, given that you don't fit the conventional body type she goes for, but I think eventually she'd realize there was a demographic of smaller sinners that you could appeal to, and she'd hire you for "diversity". "You're gonna help me get all of the short bitches to follow me! Sounds good, yeah?"

The collections you model would be a big hit, and Velvette would definitely take advantage of that, turning you into her next big cash cow. "You have made me SO MUCH cash, babe. I'll love you forever for that...or at least until people stop buying your shit,"

Even when the craze dies down, Velvette begins to incorporate a larger size variety in her collections. She won't admit that you had something to do with that, but it's very obvious: "I would've fucking done it anyway! You just...reminded me. Don't get a big fucking head about it!"

Adam

Adam has an ego surrounding basically everything, and his height is no exception. He loves to flex his height on his fellow angels and exorcists, and that includes you: "Look at how big I can fucking get! I'm fucking massive! I tower over all of you bitches! Fuck, I'm so fucking cool!"

Adam definitely rests his elbow on your head as a cocky sort of power move, not letting you move while he makes fun of you: "You just so happen to be a very convenient place for me to rest my elbow...uh, uh! Don't fucking move! You want my arm to fucking fall?! Fucking dick!"

If you fight back against his teasing, Adam doesn't let up. He sees it as you being overly sensitive: "Oh, so just because someone can't take a fucking joke, it means I'm the bad guy now?! Do you even know who the fuck I am?! I'm the first fucking man, bitch! Numero uno! That means you and all of these other fuckers are beneath me! Fucking remember that!"

If you're not one to be easily intimidated (and let's be real, if you're short, you're probably not), Adam wouldn't really know what to do with you and would just brush you off. "Fucking whatever, bitch. But you're still fucking shorter than me! This doesn't change that!" You know it doesn't, but it also doesn't change the fact that he's a huge fucking dickbag.

Lute

Lute doesn't miss an opportunity to belittle or make fun of someone, and you're certainly no exception. Especially if Adam is already making fun of you for your height, she'll join in: "Maybe grow a few inches before you try and talk to me. Got it?"

She'd constantly stare down at you, trying to make you feel smaller, wanting to see you shrivel up. It makes her feel powerful, like she takes up space. If your resolve is strong and you don't crumble, she'll take out her anger on you: "You think you're tough, huh?! You think just because you have a spine that you're better than me?! Well, guess what? You are NOTHING compared to me! So stop acting like it!"

Even if you don't say anything to her, Lute will take it upon herself to basically bully and harass you in order to feed her inferiority complex. She instructs the other exorcists to not associate with you, leaving you alone and feeling worthless. If you confront her about it, she gets defensive: "What? You think I told them not to talk to you? Don't you think it's more likely that they just realized you're not worth associating with?"

If you stand your ground, Lute would eventually break: "Fine! You wanna know the truth? It's nothing you probably haven't already figured out by now! I fucking despise you! I hate how above it all you act! I hate how you don't feel any pity for yourself because of your height! And I hate that you don't seem intimidated by me at all! What fucking gives?!"

You tell her that over the years, you've learned how to be confident and compensate in other ways for your height. She's not expecting that answer. "Huh...that's...actually sort of admirable. Don't get me wrong! I still don't like you. But...I suppose you deserve to be here just as much as anyone else,"

If that's the only apology you'll get from her, you're fine with that.

Abel

Abel is nowhere near as tall as his father, but he's still taller than you'd think. It can be easy to forget that because oftentimes, he's trying to make himself seem smaller, shrinking down or hiding away. He's never been confident, so he's never seen his height as an advantage, but rather as another thing he hates about himself.

If you compliment him on his height, he's caught completely off guard, not used to it: "U-um...th-thanks? It's...I'm not...I'm just...I know I look weird, but...it's not...something I can control, so don't feel like you have to...make me feel better about it..." If you insist that you mean it, he gets flustered. "Oh...r-right...you're...not taking pity on me? Right...that...happens...sometimes...yeah. Sorry, I...gotta go," He dashes off, unable to handle being genuinely complimented by someone.

After that, you make it a point to point out his height whenever you can, asking him to reach for something on a tall shelf or scan a crowd to find someone. He seems uncomfortable at first, but eventually he starts to embrace it, realizing that his height isn't just a liability, but something he can take pride in.

At the same time, he does his best not to make you feel bad about your height. "You're small, but like, in a good way! Like in the way that puppies and kitties are small...w-wait, that sounds like I'm making fun of you! I promise I'm not! I love puppies and kitties! You like them, too, right?! Right?!"

So, although the two of you look like total opposites in terms of height, you find your friendship with Abel to be very easy. At least, until he falls on top of you and squishes you. He never stopped apologizing for that.

[strawb3rrystar]

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

✰Masterlist

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!)

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[tammyu-2]

Hi! I saw that one post of the Hazbin hotel characters reacting to their s/o kicking them off and was wondering if you could make more? If that’s okay! With Carmilla, Rosie, sera, Vaggie and lute?

CARMILLA, ROSIE, VAGGI AND LUTE REACTING TO THEIR S/O KICKING THEM OFF THE BED BY ACCIDENT

Tw: Mischaracterisation??, mentions of sharp weapons but no usage of them, nigthmares, NOT PROOFREAD

Content: No use of Y/n, established relationship, kinda short sorryyyy :[

A/n: Sorry but I dont do Sera! :(

CARMILLA CARMINE

ꕤ Carmilla wasn't particularly the affectionate type. She wasn't one to desire physical touch but if her partner was one for affection then she would be more than happy to. But! Only in private, she isn't one for PDA due to her high image.

ꕤ So once the day was over and everyone was asleep, you clung tightly to your girlfriend who was surprisingly a good hugger. Often she would eat her hair down and you sat next to her while playing with her hair until you fell asleep.

ꕤ It was right after an extermination and you had felt extremely skittish. You had narrowly avoided being killed had it not been for Camilla. Once you two got to bed she held you firmly knowing that you were still shaken up. The only thing that mattered is that you were safe in her arms and you could live another day in hell.

ꕤ Your shared bedroom had a giant window for a wall next to her side of the bed which had curtains. Through those curtains you would often see shadows from outside but nothing important. However on this on night you turned around to rest you head on her chest only to see what you could only assume the shadow of an exorcist. Startled you jumped up quickly. What you didn't take account for was for you foot to almost hit Carmilla.

ꕤ Carmilla was up just as fast as you with her hand holding your foot and her eyes widened. You knew that her reflexes were good but God damn, you didn't think they were THIS good. You both just sat there with widened eyes, both not knowing what to do.

"I'm assuming your still trouble if your little outburst means anything."

"I'm sorry Mil, I didnt mean to-"

"I know you didn't. Its normal to still feel startled after what you went through. Just know that I'm here for you my Love."

ꕤ She let go of your foot and wrapped her arms around you. She sat with you until late in the night just talking about anything to get your mind off your near death experience. It's moments like these where Carmilla reminds you how much she truly loves you and you can proudly say the same.

ROSIE

♧ Rosie is not one that is particular about her sleep. She normally just puts on her cozy pj's, rolls her hair and sleeps. You'd expect a fine lady like her would have a skincare routine? But its just luck and mascara that made her look so gorgeous. She even rolls up your hair for you if you want, and she doesn't mind sharing skincare products if your the type to have them.

♧ However she is a big cuddler, because nothing is better than snuggling with her s/o under her warm blankets. Rosie is often tired after a long day of watching the shop due to all the customers that come to her daily.

♧ The thing about you however is that whenever is that you move in your sleep. One night you could be in the middle of the bed with Rosie but in the morning your half on the edge half on the floor of the bed. But your girlfriend didn't mind this because it never hurt her...until now.

♧ She was peacefully sleeping when she turned over to your side only to get kicked in the face. Rosie sat up and clung to the sheets so she wouldn't topple over the side of the bed. She looked over to you to see that somehow you ended up flipped with your head rested near the foot of the bed. Yous somehow were still fast asleep. So she shrugged it off and went back to bed hoping not to get woken up again.

♧ The next morning when she told you about hitting her in the face you were utterly mortified. From then on whenever you two were gonna sleep she would put a pillow wall inbetween you two. But that did nothing cause the next morning the pillows would be on the floor and you would be in her arms again. Not that she minded.

VAGGI

° Vaggi was the type to not even change her clothes after a long day. She would just shrug off her coat and flow onto the bed. She wouldn't mind cuddling but if its extra hot then she wouldn't cuddle as much. Since she is still kinda getting used to the weather of hell's summers.

° This was after an extermination and she was always on high alert. So after a scary day that you two survived. You managed to convince her to sleep for the night. So you watched as she settled in your shared bed while you finished prepping your hair for tomorrow. You dimmed the lights and got into bed with her. Only to be surprised by something sharp. You yelped and fell off the bed which managed to kicked off your girlfriend aswell.

° Vaggi caught herself before hitting the ground hard on the back of her head. You waved your hand around trying to find the lightswitch and flipped it on. You walked over to the bed and ripped off the blankets to see Vaggi's spear in the bed.

"Babe. What the hell is this?"

"I couldn't sleep knowing I had nothing to protect you with."

"Really??? Vaggi, Hon, this is unnecessary. No weapons in the bed unless it's bondage."

"Right. Sorry my love."

° You both agreed to have the spear next to the bed rather than in the bed. Later on you get a stand for it so that Vaggi won't keep tripping over it in the morning.

LUTE

✮ Lute isn't a cuddler. Is what she wants people to think. In public she is professional and not touchy. But when you two alone she hesitately puts her guard down. However she is very flustered when she is affectionate with you.

✮ This was right after episode 8, she had been pissed from what happened. So she came to the house throwing things around and being silent. However when it was time for bed she cuddled up next to you while mumbling an apology in your neck. You knew it wasn't anything against you so you easily forgave her.

✮ However she was so pissed that she had a nightmare about Adam telling her off and essentially degrading her. At the end he turned his heel and walked away from her in disappointment. She yelled for him to come back as she felt tears in her eyes.

✮ Lute shot up from the bed from the dreams which startled you. Feeling yourself fall of the bed you moved your limbs rapidly in fear which caught Lute off guard by kicking her off the bed aswell. When you got up you saw tears in her eyes.

✮ Rushing iver to her you apologized. She sat down on the side of the bed and you joined her. She laid her her head on your lap as she vented about everything on her chest. She had learnt from you that it helped to open up sometimes when she needed it. You listened to her and played with her hair. You didn't mind staying up till 3am if it meant giving Lute a little peace of mind.

Part 3 of this saga!!

[WROTE BY TAMMY YOU HAVE NO PERMISSION TO REPUBLISH MY WORK PLSS]

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

if you are still into Hazbin, could you write Charlie, Emily, Vaggi, Sir Pentious, Niffty and Husk’s reaction to reader suddenly kissing them? Completely out of nowhere, just a kiss on the lips and then reader vanishes.

hiiiii friend! yes, i'm still into Hazbin, just finished S2 and I'm wildin

i'm writing this based off of the idea that you're already really close with each character - kinda in that will-they-won't-they stage right before you start a relationship. i also skipped nifty because i have no idea how to write her lmao, i'm sorry

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HAZBIN HOTEL REACTS TO SURPRISE KISS

Charlie

(S2 Spoilers below)

It was just after Emily had allegedly appeared before Charlie, explaining that the exterminations were over, heaven was in lockdown - and most importantly of all, Pentious had been redeemed

She bursts into your room screaming

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N) ohmigOSH you won't beLIEVE what just happened!!"

Charlie relays the whole story, bouncing and hyperventilating all the while

It's hard not to match her excitement

The two of you pull eachother into a bone crushing embrace - still babbling about what this means

Somewhere in the excitement - you get carried away, pressing a fleeting kiss to her dark lips

And suddenly everything comes to a screeching stop

"(n/n) did you just?"

But before Charlie can even finish asking - you're gone

She's flustered, she's confused

But she's not mad

Really, her and Vaggi should have another chat about how they feel about you...

Emily

One of Heaven's guardian angels, Emily loved coming to your office to watch over human souls with you!

She visited most days, commentating people's lives like a sport

It was nice, to have someone to share your role with

Someone who seemed to care about your souls as much as you did

At the time, it was just another day - watching over your souls with Emily arriving late in the afternoon with treats and bubbly ramblings

Sugar coated each of your lips as you listened to her talk

The soul you were currently watching over was young - a teenager navigating their own first love

Emily cooed over the cuteness of it all, before something she says captures your entire attention

"Ughhh I wish someone would kiss me like that, all this romance stuff is so cute isn't it?"

And for the next few minutes, that's all you can think of

So when she turns to you again, calling out your name for a question you were too distracted to answer - your body moves on its own

She still tastes like powdered pastries

Immediately, you begin to apologise

But Emily is too busy squealing in pure, unadultarated joy

Vaggi

You two were close, before she had fallen

When Vaggi dissapeared after that one extermination - you assumed that she had somehow died

You were inconsolable for years

But eventually, the grief got easier, lighter

Until you saw her at the hotel you were ordered to attack, surrounded by demons

A complete ghost of the past, missing an eye but still weilding her staff with that same sharp protectiveness

"Vaggi?"

Within seconds, you've dropped your weapon - flying down to her side as she fights away your fellow angels

"Vaggi, Vaggi - it's me!"

It's only after you take off your helmet that Vaggi realises she isn't hearing things

You protect her in the battle, careful not to hurt the other angels while still trying to figure out what truely happened to Vaggi

Lute screams something about treason - but you can't find it in you to care.

But you do care when you feel a spear slice through your wing

Amongst the chaos, Vaggi tucks you into the safety of the hotel

But before she can leave to rejoin the fight, you roughly tug her down until your lips crash

"Don't leave without telling me again,"

But before Vaggi can protest, you're out cold

Your pulse is still steady, much to her relief

Shit, she should tell Charlie about this once things have settled...

Cause it's looking like you're not going back to heaven

Sir Pentious

Most would call it childish, a woman of your age holding onto a crush from centuries past

But you had always believed in love at first sight

Soulmates, if you will

And before your premature death - there was only one man who ever held you heart

A quiet, quirky man - who lived in the story above your tailorshop

He was kind and funny, and made the most splendid inventions

But you'd long given up hope

Until one day Emily knocks on the door of your heavenly store - introducing a peculiar snake man, claiming that you were from the same era

He seemed vaguely familiar...

But the second he spoke you knew

The lisp was new, but everything else was the same - the voice, his cadence - his awkwardly shifting eyes.

"Pendleton? It's, it's me - your neighbour-"

His eyes light up in recognition, and for the first time since he reached heaven - his smile is geniune

So overwhelmed with joy at finally seeing your long lost beau, you can't help but press your lips to his

But you freeze only seconds later - how improper of you to do such a thing

And much to Emily's dismay, you slam the door shut

The angel can plead all she wants, neither of you are ready to face what just happened - cheeks flaring hotter than the sun

Husk

You often sat at the bar with Husk, making idle conversation

It was nice for him to talk to someone that wasn't always sloshed

The two of you quietly enjoyed one another's company - never expecting too much from the other

Late nights weren't uncommon for you both, basking in the rare quiet and sharing a drink or two

But something was bothering you

"Husk, c'm'ere real quick"

His bow was horribly crooked, and it had been sending you insane for the past hour

So when he finally stopped pacing, standing directly across the bar from you with a quizzical look - you moved

Leaning over the counter, you gently tweak the fabric until it sits straight

But when you go to lean back into your chair, your stray foot knocks it before you can sit

Causing you to tumble to the floor

"Jesus fuck, kid"

Husk can't stop himself from laughing at your misfourtune - but rounds the bar to help you up anyway

His hands are warm, and his fur is so soft, and the alcohol buzzes pleasantly in your system

So you lean up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips unthinkingly

"Ok, what the fuck was that?"

Warm hands are gone, and suddenly you're stone cold sober

And all you can do is excuse yourself with burning eyes before you can make anymore of a fool of yourself

[vivistarz]

hazbin hotel x s/o who s/h's | TW

a\\n :: obviously tw for s\h and depression - apologies for the heavy topic, but i just needed to vent kinda. i'm okay, just eh. contents :: romantic ,, s/h ( not super detailed ) ,, depression ,, kinda bad bc im eepy charlie . she would be devastated. after finding out, she wouldn't be able to sleep for a few days, knowing that you were doing that to yourself under her nose the whole time. . she wouldn't let you near sharper objects for quite a while after, always subconsciously looking at your arms, wrists, and legs to make sure you weren't cutting anymore. vaggi

. she'd be terrified for you. outside, she would be a bit calmer, but inside? she'd be a fucking wreck.

. she'd carefully bandage up your wounds, her hands shaky but determined. she'd be pretty quiet the days after, always checking for new injuries, but she'd always be by your side. lucifer

. he understands probably better than the rest of them, but it doesn't make him less devastated. he'd have a similar reaction to charlie's -- scared but there 24\7 to help. . he'd constantly be talking to you, giving you gifts, reassuring you that you were enough, and that he loved you so, so much that'd it'd kill him to see you go. alastor

. he doesn't understand fully. he's more closed off then the rest of them, but he would try his best to help you. he'd clean your wounds, albeit with clinical, detached precision, but he'd try. . in the days following, he would be a bit more affectionate and calmer around you, trying to keep your environment, for lack of better word, as stable and calm as possible. vox

. he doesn't know that the fuck to do. he'd be freaking out, blue screening, yelling (not to you), hyperventilating. he loves you, genuinely, and this scared him. badly. . he'd get you the best therapist in the pride ring, and getting you the best gifts and taking you out on dates, trying anything he could to cheer you up.

[hazbitten]

Angel Dust, Charlie, Velvette and Vaggie x GN reader who’s easily flustered but is a FIEND in bed? SFW / NSFW please.

so like, whenever they flirt with reader they go all red and stuff but in bed reader makes them cum like 5x in a row?

charlie, vel, vaggi x top!reader | mdni

includes: charlie, velvette, vaggi (separate) x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw under the cut, rough dom!reader, assumed afab reader (not directly implied but assumed due to character’s orientation), not proofread

authors note: i’m a big advocate for queer representation in x reader content, both for readers and characters! in this request, i wasn’t 100% sure how to handle it since it included two lesbians and a gay man, and i really wanted to respect the validity of these identities and their representation. because of that, i decided to cut angel from this one—vaggi, velvette, and charlie are all wlw, and i wanted to honor angel’s canon orientation as well as theirs. if i jumped to any conclusions, i’m really sorry! i tried my best to balance things to ensure no communities were misrepresented, and i’m happy to do angel in a similar scenario that still respects his canon romantic orientation if you’d like. thanks so much for understanding!

charlie thinks it’s cute how easily flustered you are—your cheeks pink, your words stumbling, your hands fidgeting. she can’t help but smile at every little squeak or “uh—i—i—” that comes out of you. obviously, she’s not exactly innocent herself, but the way you react to her makes her feel giddy in a way she’s not used to. it’s awkward, it’s sweet, you both are, and she adores every second of it. even when she teases you lightly, her amusement is full of warmth. it’s never cruel.

once you guys start being intimate, though, charlie discovers a whole new beast. the shy, timid little partner she’s gotten used to is suddenly rough and taking the lead. you take control with a sense of confidence she never expected, hands and mouth moving with purpose, not one place on her ivory skin not covered in hickeys or bite marks. it hits her like a bus—pleasure building faster than she can think, her body responding instinctively to your lead. she’s overwhelmed, flushed, trembling, and she doesn’t want it to ever end.

you’re rougher than she imagined, making her legs shake and stomach knot in exquisite tension, making her finish over and over again until she’s sobbing into your shoulder. charlie isn’t quite sure what to think—her mind is fuzzy, but her body is buzzing with every touch and thrust.

afterward, when she’s still catching her breath, charlie looks at you with a look of total love and affection. she might joke about it, or blush as she traces a finger along your arm, but deep down she’s impressed—and more than a little turned on by the knowledge that you’re capable of taking the lead like that. the unexpected course of events has her hooked in the best way possible.

vaggi is used to taking initiative—she’s always been the one in charge, especially when it comes to relationships. she expects a certain rhythm and control, and she’s proud of the way she can guide her partner. but when you, her timid, flustered partner, suddenly take control, it throws her completely off balance. she’s shocked by your assertiveness, by the way you move and demand her attention, and for a moment she’s speechless, unable to even form a coherent sentence.

the first time you assert yourself fully, vaggi is taken aback. her heart races, her pulse skyrockets, and she can’t stop reacting to your touch. the way you guide her, the way you set the pace and make her respond—she’s stunned. she’s never felt this type of power from you, and it’s exhilarating. her body trembles at your confidence, all of her nerves on fire.

pleasure washes over her, stronger than anything she’s experienced before. vaggi finds herself completely undone, begging silently or letting out strangled moans as you push her further than she thought possible. she’s forced to surrender, and even though her pride bristles at first due to her habit of being ontop, she can’t deny the absolute euphoria coursing through her body..

afterwards, vaggi collapses into your arms, flushed and exhausted. she’s quiet for a moment, just catching her breath, then allows a small, tired grin. “you’re something else,” she murmurs, half teasing, half in awe. initially she was stunned, but it’s left her craving more. she wants to see you take charge again—she wants to be surprised by your boldness.

velvette often looks down on you outside the bedroom—her sharp eyes, her pointed words, the way she treats you like nothing more than a timid, incapable assistant. you’re lucky if she even acknowledges you, let alone leaves you be to do your job for more than a few minutes without a scolding. she’s a hard presence, a demanding boss, and she keeps you on your toes constantly. it’s frustrating sometimes, and humiliating at others—but all part of the strange job you’ve learned to navigate under the vee’s.

but the moment she’s alone with you, that entire power switches. velvette is desperate for your touch in ways she would never admit outside these walls. she craves your thrusts, your tongue, your control—she’s begging and pleading, hiccuping out sobs as you take charge. she’s lost and dazed in the best way possible, willing to let you dominate her completely. she’s amazed how her timid little employee she oversees so casually has become the center of her pleasure.

she gasps and trembles under your command, voice breaking, body shivering with need. velvette’s used to guiding others for work, but here? here she’s nothing but vulnerable, desperate for the next touch, the next sound, the next command. and you’re 100% in control, exploring boundaries she hadn’t even considered testing before. her pride melts away with each tug, each push, each gasp—she’s utterly undone.

afterwards, velvette clings to you, sweaty and flushed, buzzed by the intensity. she still carries that teasing edge in her words, but it’s softer, warmer. she can’t help the fond smile that tugs at her lips as she mutters, “i didn’t know you could pull that off,” half in exasperation, half in awe.

[lightnessdemoanya]

Hazbins X Lapis Lazuli Reader

(Valentino, Vox, Rosie, Alastor, Vaggie)

Valentino:

Your tragedy stuns Valentino. It's so very, very decadent. When he first comes across the mirror, he's instantly captivated. His own reflection is so very gorgeous, but the design of the mirror was so intricate. Not to mention the large stone on the back...

Then the mirror starts talking to him, and what was Valentino meant to do? You reach out, and how was he supposed to resist helping a poor, unfortunate soul? He pulls your gem out, and as you reform, he's at your side.

Valentino catches you in his arms when you fall, and his hands come to your shoulders as he helps you back up. He's rubbing at your back, and he's so gentle that it makes you want to cry. It had been so lonely in the mirror.

"Thank you..." you breathed. "You saved me."

"Don't exert yourself, baby. You're still weak."

"But why? I've been in there for millennia and no one has ever helped me."

"That's a shame. You're so adorable."

You weep into his arms for what feels like forever. Valentino offers you protection in his tower, and that's where you become his new muse. You're an artist, just like he is, and he loves the way you can command your watercolors. And those glassy eyes... He can see himself in them, and he loses himself staring at you.

Whether or not your wings are healed, it doesn't matter much to him. There's a beauty in the idea that you could never fly away from him.

Vox:

There's nothing you could offer Vox as a mirror that he can't get himself. Actually, he's a little offended at the prospect that he'd keep you in there. No, Vox is horribly foolish, and he needs to unleash your power and to own it for himself. Within seconds, your gem is torn out.

Vox is cold to you, completely apathetic. You drop, shivering on his floor as you try and regain your breathing. It's so dim and blue that you wonder if you even got out of the mirror. But Vox is there, and he gives you a brief nod. Just being acknowledged is so much of a relief that you weep.

You're left in the tower without much of anything to work with. Vox doesn't know what to do with you, but he knows that you're too powerful to let go. As cruel as it feels that your freedom only includes a second prison, you slowly learn how to use your powers again.

A giant bridge made of water shoots through the upper window of the tower, decorations and shattered glass from Vox's aquarium scattered throughout. But when Vox sees shok.wav floating above Hell, he knows there's a problem.

"shok.wav!! Let him go! I'll give you anything you want, just let him go!"

"Anything?"

"Fuck! Yes."

You relent, and Vox immediately scours the Internet to find the easiest way to heal your gem. He will figure it out, somehow. In the meantime, he likes watching your powers, and often requests to sit below the fish as you stretch the water above him.

You just can't do that with shok.wav again. Vox won't hesitate to shatter you if you try to hurt his baby.

Alastor:

Alastor clocks your presence in the mirror immediately. You don't even have to reach out before he looks directly at you. Not into the mirror, at you.

"Interesting," he remarks to himself. "Hello."

You don't think he could possibly be talking to you, but then, he speaks again.

"Yes, I mean you. In the mirror. I know you're there."

You learn to talk with his own words repeated back to him, and Alastor finds it fascinating. He'll sit in front of your mirror and read out the dictionary, allowing you a larger vocabulary.

But he won't let you out. For whatever reason, Alastor ignores you whenever you request to be set free. If you make it visual, he chides you to use your words. If you repeat his own words back at him, Alastor pretends not to understand.

You can't understand why he'd do this, but it's Alastor. He always has his own plans. He'll let you ride in his pocket, though. It'd be cruel to deprive you of the world.

Rosie:

Your mirror ends up in Cannibal Town by chance, and Rosie does love herself some strange items. Absolutely divine, the design of your mirror. She admires herself for a moment before her reflection starts shifting.

"Oh! Is someone in there?" She asks. "Well, that won't do. How do I get you out?"

You're a bit taken aback at her lack of hesitation, but your glass reflects what you need from her. Rosie proceeds, and you're suddenly with a body in the middle of her parlor.

Rosie's hand rests on your back, and she sits with you until you feel alright to stand. Even when you wobble, she holds your hand. In typical Rosie fashion, she accidentally dominates the conversation until she realizes what she's done. You had no one to talk to, and she's sure you want to speak.

She invites you to tea, and though you don't especially eat, she insists that you try a pinky finger. And she's invested in your story. Rosie ends up inviting you to stay with her, and she's very supportive of all your endeavors.

Mostly? She likes to chat about your meep morps.

"That's a lovely use of cans, dear. Tell me more."

Vaggi:

Vaggi knows what it's like to be in an unfamiliar place without your wings. Though she may have hesitated to free you, she isn't totally heartless.

She's by your side through it all. When you first reform, she takes you tightly into her arms and helps you adjust. Five things you can see, box breathing, every little coping mechanism she had learned. You learn very fast that Vaggie gives the best hugs.

You end up at the hotel, and Vaggi visits you every day. She makes sure you're healthy and safe, and she tries to bring gifts when she knows what you like.

And even with events planned out, like therapies and exercises, Vaggie will always try to include you. She'll make sure you always know when things are coming up, and when you choose to attend, she makes sure to include you in conversations.

You wonder to yourself, one day, why she even bothered to help you. Her answer?

"I...guess I get it. Like, your situation."

Vaggi looks into how to fix your wings, and she's always trying to make it happen. But if you're happier like this, she'll let it be. And when you get into your morps, she might not get it, but she'll still supply you with materials.

Whatever you want. She just wants you to be happy.

[ljsometimes]

[my thoughts on the hazbin cast playing dress to impress.]

charlie - she would be passionate about the game. i can definitely see her hopping on roblox in her spare time as well as dragging vaggi in to play as a duo. she would thrive in categories that would allow her to dress her avatar in fancy clothing. definitely would buy the vip section as well as all the extras the game has to offer.

vaggi - wouldn't be a consistent player, only really going on to play when charlie asks. saying that, i can see her practicing in her spare time after charlie initially mentions the game, so they could win together. some of her looks would still need some work, though notably, she would do really well in categories that would let her dress more alternative or comfortably.

angel dust - an avid player, and i could see this being canon provided hell has their own version of roblox. he would definitely have played through every theme multiple times over, watched tutorials, refined every outfit. he would probably struggle in categories that aren't fancy dress, but even then, it would be rare for him to come last place. another victim of the vip room, but would end up using the base game items more, anyway.

husk - i can't imagine him playing the game unless angel were to rope him in, and he'd be begrudging about it all. his outfits for every theme would be subpar, though if he ever got a carnival theme, he would happily try and recreate alastor. that's about as passionate as he would get in the game. the rest of his outfits would be simple. the theme is emotions? a blue avatar. the theme is si-fi? a green avatar.

cherri bomb - another avid player of the game, though not to the level angel dust would be at. i can definitely see her enjoying the more creative themes, but ones such as clean girl, airport, or cosy day would make her lose interest fast. she would definitely be ragebaited if the voting system was rigged, and she probably wouldn't touch the game for a while after. she would go through periods of intense playing and leaving it in the dust.

sir pentious - i don't see him really expressing interest in the game, but if he were to ever touch it, i feel like he would actually enjoy it. i see him getting quite good at it, too. his outfits would be well put-together and hold hints of his time period, but he wouldn't understand how to style more modern pieces unless cherri is there to assist him. this would lead to him being low in the leaderboard, as a result.

alastor - no. alastor hates all forms of modern technology, and realistically, he wouldn't go near it with a ten foot pole. putting that aside, however... if he were to play, i feel like he'd be a little like sir pentious, though a lot less enthusiastic. he'd put together dazzling outfits reminiscent of his time period, ignoring the themes blatantly. he'd make his avatar look just like his human form every time, not that anyone would know. however from the start, he would be one ragebait or unfair vote away from dropping the game all-together.

lucifer - would probably get into the game from hearing about it from charlie and use it as an attempt to get closer to her. i can see him playing duos with charlie at first, and over time it would seep into his personal time and would genuinely enjoy the game. his username would be something along the lines of his title in hell, something his pride couldn't help but flaunt. not many people would believe he's the actual king of hell on roblox or whatever hells alternative would be, however, and would bully him off the game. from that point on, it'd definitely be a sore spot.

niffty - she wouldn't be an avid player by any means and would probably only play it during a game night, if anything. i can picture her having a natural talent in the game though, putting together outfits quickly and them turning out quite well... except the outfits would be very reminiscent of gore. blood splatter, wounds, faceless avatars. the more you would look, the more disturbed you'd feel.

baxter - he'd have no interest in the game itself, but rather the reactions to his outfits. he would treat the game like an experiment, using different colours and themes to test the reactions of the people he'd be playing with. what colour invokes this response? what theme do people struggle to comprehend the most? by the time he would be done, many graphs would be drawn out for further analysis.

vox - in his mind, the game would be far too feminine for him to play... where other people can see, at least. if he were to play it, he'd play it in private and would take small bits of inspiration from the outfits in-game and incorporate them into his outfits in real life. it would be as close to velvette approving of his clothes as he would get. i feel like once he figures out the popularity of the game, however, he would take over the company in charge of the game and program subliminal messaging in there to gain more supporters. he would like the game a lot more after doing that.

velvette - she would definitely get competitive over the game and would be up there with angel dust in terms of play time and skill. she'd put together some of the best outfits players have ever seen and would be a trendsetter in the space. velvette would definitely make posts on social media about the game, probably having an account dedicated to her outfits and winning theme after theme. she would also duo with valentino on there sometimes, and he would be featured on her posts.

valentino - he would love the game, however he would only agree to play if velvette played as a duo with him, other than that, he'd be in free play mode refining his craft. he would also get competitive, but ultimately, valentino would be in it more for the love of the game and for bonding reasons with velvette. he'd occasionally request if he could play it on vox's screen, which he would get his way with after a few begrudging comments.

adam - could heaven even connect to the servers in hell? well, we saw it in season two, so why not? adam would play it purely for the joy of ragebaiting other players. he would put together either horrendous outfits or style the most beautiful alternative outfit you ever had the pleasure of seeing. there would be no in-between, but he would always pull out all the stops on themes like cyberpunk, dark academia, scene kid, and y2k. was also a head honcho for bullying lucifer off the platform. would duo with lute from time to time.

lute - she would play the game purely because of adam, and would become a carbon copy of him in terms of ragebaiting other players. it would become a fun pasttime for her, but she would also enjoy the fashion aspect of the game. her and adam would duo with the exact same outfits, and when adam refuses to put together something nice, she'd go solo and put together something on her own. she would hold a natural talent for the game, but she would lack the passion to play it often.

abel - i can picture abel going through phases of playing the game and then being bullied off the platform - by his own dad, no less. i can't see him playing it often, but when he would, he would genuinely enjoy the game. he would play for the love of the community, he would vote fairly, and even though his outfits wouldn't be too striking most of the time, he would get pretty high in the leaderboard. the children in heaven would be playing the game because of him.