May I please request some headcanons with how the main hazbin crew would be with a younger (( like 19-20 )) sort of oblivious fem!reader who's so sweet but tends to get themselves into trouble trusting other beings she shouldn't (( just lil extra tidbit I imagine readers sinner form being butterfly esc :3 ))
Thanks so much for the request, Anon! I hope you have a good day/evening too! :3
| butterfly in hell |
Charlie Morningstar
Charlie is instantly charmed by your sweet, fluttery nature;
She worries a lot. She knows exactly how cruel and deceptive Hell's residents can be;
Charlie will gently try to teach you "street smarts". She follows you around, offering shields, and giving stern warnings about shady demon deals.
Vaggie
Vaggie is on high alert. To her, you are a fragile, precious butterfly that needs a protective dome over you 24/7;
She knows predators will see your kindness as a weakness;
Vaggie will ruthlessly glare at anyone staring at you too long in the lobby. She'll insist on taking you self-defense classes. She teaches you how to poke bad guys in the eye.
Angel Dust
Angel finds your sweet, uncorrupted attitude incredibly refreshing;
He lives in the seediest parts of Hell. He is terrified of you trusting the wrong people in his neighborhood;
He quickly turns into your fierce bodyguard. He’ll scoop you up, bury you in his fluffy chest fur, and scare off perps. If a creep tries to buy you a drink, he will down it himself and sneer at them to fuck off.
Alastor
Alastor finds your naive, trusting disposition highly entertaining;
He views you as a breath of fresh air. Anyone who tries to take advantage of you is usually met with a terrifying shadow smile;
He "allows" you to touch his antlers and walk beside him when he leaves the hotel. He secretly enjoys turning your would-be tricksters into radio static, while gently patting your head and telling you to stay near.
Husk
Husk grumbles about you constantly, but he secretly keeps a very close eye on your drink and who you talk to;
He knows that a sweet, trusting 19-year-old sinner is an easy target for cheats and swindlers;
He’ll slam a free soda down for you at the bar. He shoos away the creepy smooth-talkers. He will dryly say: "Stop smiling at them, kid. They're trying to con you."
Niffty
Niffty thinks you are the cutest little thing to ever exist;
She knows you are "messy" with your trust;
Niffty will suddenly zip in and violently scrub away any "bad vibes" or germs off you. She'll fiercely defend you with her sewing needle if she thinks someone is trying to pull your wings.
Sir Pentious
Sir Pentious thinks your bug-like sinner form is fantastic;
He himself is a bit goofy and gets into trouble, so the two of you would easily wander into danger together;
He’ll show off his inventions in front of you to impress you. He'll let you ride inside his airships. He is highly affectionate and will happily coil around you to keep you safe.
Any chance you could do a comfort X Reader with either Lute or Vaggie consoling their self conscious T/fem partner? It can be as soft as you like, though a little semi-spicy flirting could be cute X3
a//n ;; YAYAYA lute and vaggi content hehehe :33 (( art by xixixixi1037 on twt :3 )) (( i was going through HORRIBLE writers block while writing this, so sorry if its mid 🙏))
SYNOPSIS ;; you're feeling self-concious as of late ,, and your girlfriend can't help but reassure you !
CONTAINS ;; lute x transfem!reader ,, vaggi x transfem!reader (( separately )) ,, gender dysphoria ,, mostly fluffy w/ some angst ,, use of y/n !!
VAGGI ..
.. you stood in front of the mirror, your eyes raking over your body. you looked relatively feminine, of course, but you couldn't help but find a flaw on each inch of your body. you sighed, fidgeting with your sleeves slightly.
"baby? it's late.. what's keeping you up, hm?" vaggi came up from behind you, gently wrapping her arms around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder.
you sighed faintly, but your shoulders relaxed slightly.
"i just... do i.. look okay? like- feminine... enough? do i pass..? i mean- i look fine, i just don't know if.." you trailed off, swallowing your tears.
vaggi immediately held you closer, her lips brushing against your neck as she spoke.
"of course you do, baby... you're so beautiful.. you're as much of a girl as i am, okay? don't worry about that.." she murmured.
you leaned back against her, shutting your eyes and nodding as you felt vaggi smile against your skin. she turned you around so you were facing her, calloused hands gently cupping your face.
you opened your eyes again, smiling gently as you leaned into the touch.
"thank you," you said softly. vaggi's smile widened as she leaned closer, pressing her lips against yours. you hummed in content, kissing back before she pulled away again.
"anytime, beautiful," she held you closer.
LUTE ..
.. you grew up thinking that your identity would most certainly land you in hell, but.. now that you were together with your girlfriend of almost two years, up in heaven... you wouldn't change it for a bit.
you hummed quietly as you grabbed a hair tie, pulling your hair back and up into a ponytail. you glanced over, catching a glimpse of yourself. you were feminine, sure, but your eyes couldn't help but catch on the flaws.
you paused, hands stilling in your hair, eyes scanning your form.
"y/n? it's late... are you.. alright?" lute stepped into the bedroom, her eyes softening almost imperceptibly at your expression, knowing what was happening.
she walked up behind you, her hands gently going to take the hair tie from yours, her hands carding through your hair and gently beginning to braid it.
you blinked out of your thoughts, opening your mouth to say something, but you didn't, your eyes meeting hers, a sad but grateful glint in yours.
"this again?" is all she said, her voice rough but quieter than usual, her eyes refocusing to your hair.
"yeah," you whispered, and all she did was kiss your neck as she finished the braid. you blinked back tears threatening to fall, her hands holding you closer as they wrapped around your waist.
"thank you," you whispered.
"it's not a problem, y/n. i love you for you, you know that, right?" she murmured, and you nodded.
"i know..."
lute nodded, her voice soft.
"good. you're as much of a woman as i am.."
You are both exorcists. White armor, perfect wings, hard gaze. Heaven taught you one thing emotions are a weakness
Vaggie notices you during the first training. Not because you’re the strongest, but because you observe. You analyze you don’t smile like the others she finds you... different
At first, you barely talk. Short sentences
"Training at dawn"
"I’ll be there."
"Don’t slow down the squad"
But she starts standing beside you during missions... always next to you
One mission goes wrong. A demon stronger than expected. You take a hit to protect a rookie. Vaggie sees red. She grows colder, more violent She eliminates the threat with almost frightening precision
After that, she stays near you while you recover. She doesn’t say "thank you" She says, "That was stupid" But her voice shakes a little. That’s the first crack
Exorcists aren’t allowed to doubt. Yet you start talking late at night, on golden platforms above the clouds
You ask her, "Do you really think they all deserve to die?" She tenses. Repeats the official speech. Then... she sighs. "I don’t know anymore." It’s the first time she admits a doubt. And you look at her differently
One day, you receive an unjust order. A preventive massacre. You refuse to obey at once. Vaggie confronts you. "You’re going to get yourself banished." "Then let them banish me."
She chooses and she chooses you
She disobeys too. It’s not a declaration of love, but it’s stronger than that. Your disobedience is discovered. Punishment. Fall from grace. You fall together
The fall is violent. She holds your hand the whole way down. Even when her wings burn. Even when she’s scared
Once fallen, Vaggie becomes even more protective. Almost too much. She’s afraid of losing you. Afraid that it’s all her fault. She gets angry easily. She’s tense. Always watching for threats
But at night… she gets closer. She presses her forehead against yours. "I would make the same choice again" Always
The day of her confession isn’t dramatic or theatrical. It happens after an argument. You accuse her of wanting to carry everything alone. She bursts out "Because I love you, okay?!"
She looks away, thinking she ruined everything. But you grab her hand. And this time, she doesn’t hold back. No need for big words. Just interlaced fingers and a shaky breath. She doesn’t say "I love you" often. But she shows it
She makes sure you eat. She fixes your weapons. She stays awake until you come back
And if anyone threatens you? They don’t even see the spear coming
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.
A/N: I know. Weird picks. LMAO but i just felt drawn to these choices.
Lute:
When you come stumbling through the Promenade, Lute is initially frightened. It happens, on occasion, that winners come through in rough states. Actually, it happened constantly. It seemed all diamonds were in the rough, and all of them were quite startled at their deaths.
Then, there's you. You with your intestines leaking from your torso and your damaged face. It was a grotesque sight that belonged in Hell. No one's ideal existence was to live in such pain, which was why she was so thrown off by your obvious damage.
Then again, Lute has her arm. She knows that imperfections happen in Heaven, and whatever happened to you, she respects your resilience. Then again, the sight of you was upsetting to many winners, so she has to deal with you.
That's when she realizes how committed you are to your role. Lute didn't know what a 'Park Planet' was, but you truly were a princess in every way. Graceful and kind, and despite your appearance, you kept it up. You were to being a princess what Lute was to being an exorcist.
So, you now have a knight in shining armor. Get ready for a lot of hand kisses and to have a bodyguard at your side at all times. You make her believe in whimsy for once
"Lute, dear, you don't have to stand behind me when I'm speaking with someone."
"With all due respect, yes I do. Your Highness."
Vaggi:
Your presence in Hell was not something that Vaggi was ready for. She had seen many a gruesome wound in her time, but damage like yours was chilling. Not to mention your blue blood. Vaggi had seen blood in many colors, but never blue.
Upon further research, Vaggi realizes what you are. In all honesty, she didn't know that machines could have souls. But there you were, in an afterlife that required a soul for entry.
When you wake to see her dressing your wounds, you claim Vaggi as your knight. After all, that must have been what it was. You had fallen asleep after escaping from being locked in a castle, and now, there was someone taking care of you. Your dashing hero.
"Vaggi... What a lovely name."
"You're awake? How did you know my name?"
"Silly Vaggi. Did you think I wouldn't know the name of my savior?"
Vaggi is stunned by this development, but she is genuinely a noble person. So, she takes this and accepts it, knowing that whatever reality you live in helps you cope with your pain. It's a bit upsetting, the way you're wired to believe whatever your creators told you. Reminds her a bit of her sisters.
But there are quiet moments where you'll help her with the chores, singing a song as you do. When she comes upstairs to a perfectly made bed and neatly folded laundry. And Vaggi feels truly comforted.
Lucifer:
Lucifer cannot grasp the concept of you being a sinner, and that's probably because you aren't. When he finds you on the hotel's sofa, his daughter frantically dressing your wounds, he's horrified by your existence. No android should ever have intestines, nor blood. He's frightened that humans had the capability to create something like you, and even more so that they chose to do so. Because they created an entire being just to expose that being to pain.
He tends to avoid you, and that's because your very existence unsettles him. You are an existential horror, a perfect representation of everything wrong with humanity. Everything he failed to grasp when he unleashed free will upon the Earth. It wasn't your fault, of course, but he felt as though it was his.
You're finally forced to interact on a day when you clean his room. It's just one of your little habits, and when he comes in to hear your voice, he freezes in the doorway. When was the last time he'd come home to singing? Lucifer steps inside and you'd cleaned what felt like an insurmountable obstacle. Even the clothes chair was fresh again.
"Your majesty," you say, a smile on your face. "I've cleaned your room and your laundry. Though I left the ducks untouched, I didn't know if there was a way you liked them organized."
Lucifer is so very touched by the gesture. And when he notices actual yellow ducklings in the corner of the room, he gasps. Wide eyes grow even wider as he watched them hop over fabric and take the sleeves of his shirts in their bills.
"Are they folding my shirts?"
"Yes. They're very helpful."
Yeah, he likes you a bit more now.
Valentino:
Valentino is very familiar with the concept of androids. One of his most common companions is an android. Seeing your creation doesn't faze him, and he mostly doesn't think about you.
Then, he sees someone damage you. And he never considered that an android would be capable of feeling pain. But with the amount of gore he's exposed to, Valentino feels a little bit sick. And when you throw yourself off the roof of one of Hell's tallest buildings, he rushes to catch you. In your fleeting moments of consciousness, you see a flash of crimson red.
Valentino keeps you in his care for a long time. He stares at you as you lay limp on the table, lost in his own thoughts. Why would anyone make you with intestines? What were you thinking in that moment? Were you really so desperate? And was it just you, or did Kitty have the same features?
He thinks about this often as he fixes you up. Though, he makes no cosmetic changes. He knows he could, but the damage to your look actually made you look infinitely cooler. It was a part of you. The pain was a part of your story.
By the time he's done, Valentino brings you into his bed. He wants you to wake in a nicer space. He kneels at your bedside, lips curving into a smile, and presses his lips to yours in a tender kiss. Your systems whir, your eyes opening...
"Hello, Valentino."
"Well, well... Aren't you a pretty thing?"
Valentino treats you like the princess you are. Truthfully, he has fun with your role, how you're convinced everything is a fairytale. And because of it, he releases plenty of fairytale retellings after your switch to his side. You're very fun company for him because you're willing to have fun.
Sera:
The fact that you're a winner frightens Sera. Like many on the list, she's stunned that androids can have a soul. But, you are in Heaven, so you clearly have one.
Obviously, your damaged form isn't something that she can ignore. You look as though you're in physical pain, and when Emily shows her a photo of how you're meant to look, Sera pities you even more. Because you have something that humans will never understand: a predetermined purpose.
Sera was made to take care of winners, and you were made to take care of those within your park. You understand how she feels, and that makes her feel so much less lonely. But that makes her sympathize with you more. How could humans treat something they knew would have objective innocence like this? You could never have done something wrong, and that was why they took advantage of you. It nauseated Sera, further confusing her on the morality of humanity.
You represent every sin possible, because you had been victim to all of them. And yet, your role as princess brought a bit of joy to her life. She'd often wander upon you singing to yourself, nuzzling with a bird on your finger, and she'd join with you.
And the beautiful music you'd make... You give Sera a safe space to be soft and vulnerable. She appreciates that.
uhh maybe could you do main cast + overlords x a reader that can literally survive everything like bullets being blown apart burning etc.
Not proofread!!
Angel: I think he'd be surprised for the frist time something happens but gets over it pretty quickly. Though he will still wince when you get hurt. But if it's not painful, he thinks it's pretty sick.
Alastor: Oh ho! How interesting! He's never seen any sinner with powers like yours! Would you be interested in him testing the limits? Ha! He's kidding! Mostly.
Charlie: So fucking nervous at frist, Oml. She understands that you're fine, but also, you just got shot in the head. Are you sure you don't need help? No? Ok ok. After a while, she'll stop being as worried, but still will double-check after anything super serious.
Cherri: Fucking sick! Wanna come with her to turf wars? You'd give her a hella big advantage. She'd invite you to any of her especially dangerous adventures; you'd be the only other person (except maybe Angel) who'd be willing to feel the thrill with her!
Lucifer: Hey, fellow unable to be seriously hurt-er! It is weird to see a sinner so unaffected by explosions, though he's used to seeing stuff like that hurting them.
Nifty: WOAH! You're like so cool! You remind her of the bugs, just keep coming back, no matter how many times you've been stabbed! Admires you in her own insane way.
Vaggie: Ah. She is very overprotective, so no matter how many times you insist you can't get hurt, and it's safer for everyone if she stays away, she'll still pull you out of fights. She'll scold you when you get injuries that would normally be fatal.
(sorry for not doing overlords couldn't think of any ideas!)
Hello! Your writing is SO good! Could I have a Hazbin Hotel x Hellhound! Reader, who has started shedding a LOT because of all the events during season 2?
They are really calm and it’s very difficult to see how they are really feeling.
Not gonna lie, you might see me more in your inbox.
A/N: Holy shit, 'Hotel Gang' got a lot bigger. But THANK YOU OMGGG UR SO SWEET
Charlie:
Charlie notices very fast, because she's trying to micromanage everything at the hotel right now. And with all your fur all over the rug and the couch and the bar...! Oh, she wants to scream at you. But she's a nice person, she knows she has to be nice, because you probably don't know any better. Right?
So she, aggressively-kindly, walks up to your door and knocks. "Hey, (Y/N)? I need to talk to you about the-" And, as Charlie does, she walks in before being invited in. That's when she sees how bad of a state you're in, and how nervous you are. She spends the day comforting you after that.
When you go back to your usual calm state, Charlie pays much more attention. She's always there to squeeze your shoulders and tell you that you're doing great. That, and she's always there with a lint roller.
Vaggie:
Vaggie picks up on the shedding before Charlie does, and she's made it her mission to make sure Charlie doesn't find out. Charlie's stressed enough as it is, and Vaggie doesn't trust her not to yell at you.
She approaches you subtly about it, not making much of a big deal of it. It's when everyone's already left the lobby for the night. You're drinking tea, a special blend you only pull out when you're stressed. She's cleaning up.
"Hey. You good?" She'll ask. You'd say yes, that everything's fine. And Vaggie won't pry, she knows you can handle it on your own. And if you prefer it that way, she won't intervene. "Cool. Just want you to know that you can come to me if they aren't."
You appreciate it all the same.
Niffty:
If you thought Niffty wouldn't notice immediately, you'd be wrong. It's unclean, and she knows it.
You return to your room one terrible night only to see something under your blankets. A chill creeps up your spine, and you pull the blankets back to reveal a full-sized plush of your body, made entirely with your fur. Every detail was impeccable, even down to the small birthmarks you didn't know anyone knew about.
"So you'll never be alone." A voice said from behind you. You flinched, turning back to see Niffty smiling at you before going back to cleaning.
Husk:
Husk is very subtle about his concerns. He notices soon enough, how you'd left fur all over his bar stools. He's annoyed, yes, but he won't bring it up.
When you sit at his bar again, he slides you a drink. After a few seconds, he slides you a lint roller. He doesn't have to say anything, and he won't say anything unless you come to him. But you know he'll be there for you, whether to listen or to give you the drink you definitely need.
Angel Dust:
Angel is more observant than anyone will give him credit for. He knows what a cry for help looks like, and by god, he'll give you help. But he also knows how it feels to want everybody to worry and nobody to worry at the same time. So, he'll pass you Fat Nuggets whenever you look down.
"He wants cuddles. D'ya mind?" He'll ask. And, of course, you don't mind. You'll give Fat Nuggets all the cuddles you want. Angel will talk about his day, just to prove to you that this is a safe space to complain. But if you don't join him in complaining, then whatever. He's just happy you're happy.
Cherri Bomb:
Cherri notices the shedding when she's so high that she's staring at the couch. It just didn't make that much sense for that much of your fur color to be on this couch, nasty as it was.
She soon locates you, standing up to go back to your room, when she gets off the couch at a speed that looks incredibly concerning.
"Hey. Y'wanna go out with me and Angie? We're headed out to Entertainment to get our freak on." You know it's her way of worrying, and it means a lot to you.
Baxter:
Interfering with the circumstances would ruin the experiment. That's what Baxter tells himself. But his observations have led him to believe that you are under distress. And you are his friend.
It takes him weeks before he says anything. But then...
"Would you want to...come watch me work in the lab sometime?" You accept immediately. He tolerates your presence.
Alastor:
A shadow slinked past you in the dark hallways of the Hotel. It beckoned you towards it, and you followed. The shadow grinned... only to toss your own fur at you. Strands rained down upon you in a gross storm as it grinned.
The shadow pointed two fingers at its' smile, waiting for your response. You gave it a smirk and an eye roll. The shadow let out an amused stream of static in response. You think that might be how it laughs.
A quick bonk to the head from the shadow's owner threw you off guard as he passed by.
"Do stop worrying so much, dear. It's unsanitary."
I saw your fic with ‘sick thoughts’ and could you maybe do a girls version with it?
FEMME FATALE
:: hazbin hotel x reader.
𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ♡ 𖥻 or the parts of your body they're obsessed with, but girls version :: smut. boys version ꒱
broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ minors dni :: gender neutral reader but afab anatomy is used :: exhibitionism, velvette ft. vox :: finger fucking :: humiliation :: oral ( giving ), vaggi :: sadism :: praise :: overstimulation :: somewhat hatefucking :: light chocking, lute :: degradation :: toys, rosie.
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝅄 ׁ your eyes
her hands are already rucking up the hem of your shirt, and the both of you paw at the buttons to undo them, needy gasps into each other's mouths.
"need— need to see you," she breathes, popping open the last closure and groaning at the sight of your tits, held up still by your bra. she tugs it down roughly before lowering her mouth to suckle on your nipple, eyes peering up at you in desperation. your fingers are trembling as your unhook your bra, as you tear the shirt off of you like it's burning you to touch it any longer, and you hold her close to you, bare skin to bare skin.
"charlie, fuck, fuck you feel so good," you whine as she nibbles on your skin. you know she can feel how slick your pussy's gotten by now, her front essentially stained by your desire. "p-please, can you— fuck, can you put it—"
"inside?" and then it appears again, the two slender fingers pressed up against your slick cunt. "holy shit, you're drooling around me, baby." she says, and the both of you groan together, her silk fingers swallowed by your velvet walls, pulsing and clenching around her.
her digits are slender, dangerous maybe, and she eases them in so slowly it makes you whine. your hips buck up against her hand, back arching, and she chuckles. your whines are muffled by a heavy arm slung over your face, one that hides the way your brows furrow in pleasure.
"you're so beautiful," she murmurs against your skin, her fingers expertly finding your sweet spot, where you unfurl and fall apart in her grasp. your gasps are soft, swallowed by her lips that find yours, her spit honey sweet and mumbling praise against your mouth.
"charlie–" you buck into her hand, canting your hips in search of deeper, of more of her. you were crying, fat tears streaking down your flushed cheeks. she hums, her fingers curling inside of you, buried to the last knuckle in you. "charlie, please, i'm-"
"i know," she kisses your tears away, her lips like heaven against your skin. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, the coil in your belly growing, growing. she is giving you everything and more, and you are taking it, swallowing it like you would die without it. the way you look, fucked out and keening for your orgasm, charlie thinks maybe you would. "open your eyes, look at me," she whispers, free hand coming up to brush your stray hair from your face. "wanna see you."
you open your eyes, catching her kindling gaze, kind and loving and fill with mirth. it was all lost to you, her gentle words, the affirmation. she showers you in it day and night, genuinely smitten with the way you wrap around her, reacting to even the smallest of her touches.
her love bleed into her touches, gripping the fat of your hips as she fucked you into oblivion, until you were shaking, whimpering, "i– i'm cumming–!"
charlie slips a finger into you, relishing the moan you can't suppress and the way your hands shoot out to brace against her shoulders. you breathe her name, thin and reedy, eyes half-lidded. you're a vision.
she coos, pressing kisses into your hairline as you come around her fingers, the lewd squelching sound of her fucking you through it a hazy thought at the back of your mind. "so good, so beautiful." you look at her, eyes glaze over and she had never loved like this before, so irrevocably, so inevitably
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈 𝅄 ׁ your mouth
"i know," you breath, smiling gently. "i know you have been busy with the hotel. i just— just miss you, i guess." she twists her fingers into your shirt, humming softly at your words. "can i show you how much i missed you?"
vaggi sometimes hates how persuasive you can be when you want something. or maybe she also misses those moments alone with you.
she strokes your cheek with her thumb, sighing. "alright, alright, you won, i'm all yours tonight, yeah?"
and you are over her in a second. you shuffle in between her legs, pressing your chest against hers, and her fingers grip your hips, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off slowly. her lips are soft against yours, mumbling lowly as you hooks your fingers on the waistband of her panties.
"off, off," she must be whining, kicking, trying to rub her thighs together for friction. and it's a little pitiful, because your eyes soften and her jaw goes slack, fingertips moving faster than she can register to pull the soft fabric down her thighs.
"'s so pretty," you mumble, pulling away to help her pull them off, tossing them behind you. "seems like a wasn't the only one desesperate."
vaggi scoffs, but the retort on the tip of her tongue fizzles out as you run two knuckles against the damp of her pussy. all that manages to pass her lips is a tattered gasp, and her walls clench around nothing, and you just look. look at the way her pussy drips in front of you, silver glistening against the expanse of her skin.
your hands find their way to her thighs, your grip strong as you pull her closer to you until you are kissing, swallowing herr whimpers and her breath.
"i wanna taste you," you whisper against her skin, dark eyes glittering. vaggi can't even say anything, only gracing you with a pant in response before you shift down, crawling between her legs. pace of your fingers slowing down as you give a tentative lick, a fat stripe up from her slit to her clit and vaggi is positive her soul leaves her body. your tongue is so warm, coated in spit, driving her crazy.
"fuck, fuck," she is hardly breathing, hips bucking wildly into your mouth, up against your fingers. but you hush her, laying your free arm up on her hips to keep her steady.
"stay." and then you are pressing down, hard, and vaggi listens, because what else is for her, and your voice, soft and velvet compels her to obey. "good girl," you praise, before going back to devouring her spit slick folds. the arm on her navel begins to feel uncomfy, and that coupled with the harsh thrusts of your fingers into herr pussy makes her dizzy. the sensation is familiar, but she hold it, clenching down hard around your fingers instead.
"shit, i hav'ta— gotta—" she tries to warn you, but you are insistent, not even letting up as you peer at her from between her thighs. "close," she says, the weight of your hand now pressing down deliberately against her abdomen flying over her head. vaggi can only feel the building pressure that threatens to betray her.
"then do," you whisper, hot against her pussy. "want you to," you smile, nose nudging her clit. your fingers don't falter, abusing your sticky hole, brushing up against the spongy spot. "i've got you."
vaggi thinks it's all too much, her head twisting from side to side as you hold her as much as you can. but the crest of her orgasm builds just as quickly, your fingers knocking hard against her sweet spot and your tongue suckling on her swollen clit. vaggi tries to close her tighs, knock you out of the way as she cums, unravel and all senses are lost to her as your orgasm washed over her. your name rips out of her throat, desperate and ashamed as she lets go all over your mouth and her fingers, sweet nectar stream leaking out of her.
vaggi looks at you and you are grinning, fingers still pumping into her, fucking her through it. your tongue darts out, licking her pussy clean, covered in spit and cum. god, she is a mess, but you love it, revels in it.
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝅄 ׁ your voice
you can see velvette's burning gaze from across the room. you watch as she taps her phone twice, and then leaves. your phone rings a second later. you took it as a sign to get up, excusing yourself from vox's slimy advances, hushing his incessant whines. you roll your eyes once you're safely out of his eyeline, shuffling in the direction of velvette's office where she'd disappeared into.
"having fun?" you hear her before you see her. even when she's jealous she's beautiful, crossing her arms, eyes glistening. "you know i don't like sharing."
you scoff. "if you'd let me tell him i can get him off my back. you know that."
"c'mere." her fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you toward her desk, catching your lips in a fierce kiss. "don't need to tell him," she murmurs against your lips, eyes flitting up. "i can just show him."
you frown, turning around to where she's looking. oh. vox stands at the door, hand frozen on the handle, staring at the two of you.
"seem someone couldn't resist," velvette purrs, her voice dripping with honey and malice. She takes a step forward, eyes flicking from Vox to you, then back again. her grip tightens around your wrist, guiding you closer to her as if marking you as her own. "don't just stand there, vox. come in. it's not like you haven't seen worse."
you look back up at her, desperation in your eyes. what is she doing? she's not gonna—
velvette looks back down at you. she is. you feel a knot twist in your stomach.
vox's glitch into a smile, his usual stoic demeanor replaced by a certain twisted amusement. he steps into the room, his tall frame looming in the doorway like a predator. "you never were one to play nice, vel," he says, his voice a low rumble.
"when have I ever been nice? You know what they say— sharing is overrated" velvette hoists you up onto the table, guiding you until your back hits the cool wood. she steps between your legs, drawing mindless patterns into your skin. "i bet you want to. always wanted to see how pretty she gets, don't you? isn't it what you've dreamed of?"
you're burning, red hot from the shame, but you can't help the way your thighs twitch and your pussy throbs being watched. "'vel," you whine, grabbing at her button up. "wanna— wanna feel you."
she dips her head down, pressing a small kiss to your lips, but her eyes remain on vox the whole time. "watch and learn, fuck ass. and maybe you'll learn a thing or two" and you can't see vox but you can hear him, the small noise that he makes, something between a grunt and a whine. velvette trains her focus back to you, lithe fingers playing under your skirt. "wanna give him a show?"
you nod, grabbing her face to pull her closer to you, begging silently for a kiss. she swallows your breaths, flipping your skirt up to press on your cunt through your panties. "you get off knowing he's watching?"
"no!" you lie, shaking your head. but velvette just chuckles, just pulls your panties to the side and slips two fingers into you, eased by the slick between your folds. you whine into her ear, back arching to get more of her into you.
"don't lie, baby, you are gonna hurt his feelings." her fingers are long, crooking into your warm cunt, prodding against your sweet spot. "c'mon. louder. tell vox how much you love my fingers."
"i—" you cut off into a gasp, twisting into a moan as she presses down on your belly, fucking your cunt with vigour. "'s good, so good," you're loud, almost wailing as the tightness of your belly builds, ready to snap.
"i know." she licks a fat stripe up your neck, eyes flitting up. "i'll stop if you leave," you hear her say, and it takes you a second to realise it's not addressed to you. "and you don't wanna leave your favorite employee unsatisfied, do you?"
vox clears his throat. "fuck, no."
"good. now sit there and watch."
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝅄 ׁ your neck
"so it's gonna be one of those nights?" lute whispers, breath warm against your bare skin, trailing a hand over your waist.
"at—" before you can answer to completion, you're being pinned against the nearest wall with lute's slender fingers curling themselves around your throat. she doesn't squeeze right away, but enough to feel your pulse under her skin.
lute rolls her eyes.
"i could kill you for this, you know?" she spits, and you love it. she can tell, by the way your eyes glaze over, and a small whimper rips through your throat, one that you try to stifle but she forces it out of you, her hand moving so now she is wrapping around the column of your neck. "every time i think i fucked the bitch out of you, you bring her right back."
your gut clenches slightly as she tips your head back, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips gape apart. and then you feel a warm pool of spit on your tongue, a little sweet from the apple you two had shared before you decided to act up. "hold it there," she instructs you. "and keep your mouth open."
she fits two of her fingers into your mouth, pressing them down on your tongue and pushing all the way to the back of your throat. you gag around her digits, your eyes watering and your lips instinctively sealing after. but she just pushes further, tuts on her tongue. just a bit more. you deserve this; how could you seek out the company of others behind her back? it's the least you're owed.
"i said, keep your mouth open, didn't i?" she fucks your mouth open with her fingers, slobber pooling around your lips and your chin. "can't even listen to simple instruction."
"i- i— can!" your voice is muffled by her fingers, groaning softly around them as she pulls out, strings of spit connecting you to her. you let your mouth hang open in expectation, looking up at her with narrow eyes. "you're just mean."
lute scoffs. "i'm mean? you really are a dumb mutt, aren't you," her knuckles drag over your clothed cunt before her warm hands knock your thighs apart, letting her situate herself in between them.
and that's how she gets you here. you're still open and loose as she prods around your cunt, not coy as she could be. she already played coy earlier, anyway. she circles your clit with the pads of two of her fingers. the pressure is firm, but not too rough or insistent. enough contact to have your hips rolling into her touch.
"you know it'll only hurt more if you move," she murmurs. lute presses a finger into you, sliding her lips down the side of your neck as he does. your pulse jumps between her teeth. a little sound jolts from your throat, and she can't help but be pleased with herself.
your breath catches, a shattering little sound fluttering past your lips. lute is half-sure that she's the only one to ever have heard such noises from you. your hips buck up against nothing, searching for more friction but finding only air. it's excruciating, the constant stimulation against your clit and your soaked folds, but nothing more than that.
she can tell when you're about to cum. it's like clockwork, the way you whimper softly, your thighs clench together pathetically in an attempt to rub for friction. so it's only natural by the third time she watches these things happen that she stills her hand, replaced by your indignant whines.
"i can't hear you," she chuckles. "maybe if you say sorry i'll let you off. fuck your brains out. all you have to do is apologise"
it takes you a lot shorter than she anticipated to break. around the sixth time she denies you your orgasm you tap out, shaking your head vehemently until she takes pity on you.
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝅄 ׁ your thighs
while you do feel lucky to be dating rosie–she has always been away due to work matters or anything that requires her attention.
but of course, whenever she comes to you–she never forgets to bring something for you, a present. it could be either some ornament, books, necklaces or anything that reminds her of you. but this time, it was quite something that you weren't familiar with, or at least. she says it was something to experiment on you, specifically. you even asked her what it was or who gave it to her, but she will only reply with: someone gave it to her as a gift.
it didn't even take you a minute to say yes to her, with how eager you have been for the pleasure derived from the touch of your loving girlfriend. yet there you are, placed on her work desk with your legs wide open. your dripping pussy exposed to her, desperate to be touched and to feel her fingers inside you. even the vibrator lodged in to your warm hole wasn't enough to fill in the gaps.
as she gently spoke, "is it not pleasuring you well? or should i do this?" her hand resting on your soft thighs—not even looking up to you as her attention is between your thighs, studying the way your cunt reacts to the said toy before pulling out a remote, followed with a click sound. she must be increasing the vibrator.
"w–what is— ah!" you begin to speak, until you were stop by a sudden jolt of intense pleasure, making you arch your back as you tried to grab the edge of the desk to prevent you from falling. the way your cunt was making those squelching noises as your legs felt like it was gonna give up anytime was embarrassing.
you need her fingers dipping in and out of you, you need to feel her all over you. rosie's always been good at punishments, and for the most part you love them; but today, as your toes curl and your moans twists into gasps, you need more.
"mhm," rosie hums as she was a bit startled by your reaction, but you swear to god that you hear her let out a soft chuckle with her signature smile. "feels good, isn't it? it would be a shame if i stop now. but just as i expected from you."
not even a single thought passed your mind at the situation you are in—and even though you wanted to say something it would only be converted into incoherent words. being reduced to a drooling, crying, overstimulated mess just from the vibrator as she gently wiped your tears before gently lifting up your chin to make you look at her, making you suck on her thumb.
"if you can come again for me, i promise i'll make it up to you," as she places a gentle kiss on your forehead, "what do you say, hm?" you are too lost from the pleasure and desperation, as if this wasn't your fourth orgasm. but as long as you get to feel her warmth against your body again, you would do anything.
you nod, dazed out of your head. you're so far gone she could be saying anything and you'd follow like a puppy, wagging its tail and panting for attention. she hums, slotting herself between your legs and hoisting your hips onto her thighs.
