꒰ ˖ I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME :: hazbin hotel x reader
𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ♡ 𖥻 they don’t care about rules, but their kisses are just another way to show how far they’ll go, and what they’re willing to leave behind :: fluff :: slight suggestive. ꒱
────𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄,
charlie, who impishly cups your face with both hands, guiding you closer with a grin that lights her whole expression before she playfully tackles you into a flurry of softly scattered kisses. charlie, whose bright, star-like eyes glint with unrestrained mischief as her fingers dart to your sides, wiggling in an attempt to coax a laugh she knows you're trying to hold back. she beams the moment a giggle escapes you—victory achieved—her joy so earnest it warms the room around you. charlie, who ends her affectionate attack with a lingering brush of her nose against yours, nudging gently in a childish little eskimo kiss before pulling back just enough to look at you again. there's a sweetness in her gaze then, something softer, something grateful, like she's memorizing the sound of your laughter and tucking it away for safekeeping.
────𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑,
who passionately sweeps you into his arms with that effortless flourish only he can conjure, pressing his smooth, glossy lips to your jaw. lucifer who leisurely swallows your exhales of bliss, his amusement soft and knowing—too knowing, like someone who has gone far too long without genuine closeness and refuses to show how much he's missed it. he fervently irons an an array of disorderly suckles along your neck, each one warm and pointed, leaving the heated skin tinged with marks molded to the shape of his teeth and a mischief he doesn't bother hiding. lucifer who strives to leave your knees weak and buckled, coaxing your palms to desperately grip at his shoulders as his palms effortlessly hoist you by your hips, hoisting you closer with effortless strength
────𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈,
who cutely giggles against your glossy lips—an unguarded little sound she immediately pretends she didn't make. vaggi who zealously sighs into your mouth, rambling ceaselessly when blabbering all abysmal contents residing in their heart, further leaning into your chest and cheekily whispering of the finite promises that awaited you both in the future. vaggi who refuses to look away from you, eyes fixed as though blinking might risk losing something precious, carefully memorizes the shape of your lips and the gentleness of the kiss, etching the moment into herself with an intensity she'd deny if asked. because loving you scares her, loving you anchors her, and loving you is the one thing she lets herself want without apology.
────𝐕𝐎𝐗,
whose kisses are commonly renown as esteemed rarities and seldom acquaint with your supple skin. the weight of your doughy lips coat his in a sugarless tart, and his glossy, screen-lit mouth sharpens into something purposefully tormenting, an antagonizing pleasure he dispenses as though it were an event meant to occur once every eclipse. vox who struggles when conveying the real affection he keeps buried beneath layers of voltage and ego. vox who is so fucking terrified of the vulnerability it demands, yet still keeps you close, scared to lose the last entity with possession of his fancy.
────𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑,
who plasters a chaste peck onto your unsuspecting figure before dropping his head and stealing away whatever breath you were meant to draw afterward with a self-sufficient grin. alastor who can't find the resolve to peel his eyes away because you are a descendant from the heavens; a gift of abundant blessings to an unforgiving world, but he were no saint. alastor, the sinner, who indulged himself with the simple bliss that is you, indulging in the novelty of your presence as though sampling a flavor he never expected to suit his palate. alastor whose own exterior falters and dwindles into something reminiscent of the awestruck boy he once was, captivated by the wonders of a world he later learned to mock. he had become so fascinated, bewitchingly enamored, yet he so quickly abandoned his previous enchantment to consume himself with your intoxicating touch.
────𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌,
who heatedly guides your settlement onto his lap before plunging towards your mouth as though the entire room owed him the privilege of watching. He leans forward to capture your mouth without hesitation, determined to devour whatever remains of your hazy awareness in a kiss far too eager. adam who leaves your lips swollen and quivering by the conclusion of his endeavor, leaning away to drink your dazed state with a satisfactory hum of approval. adam who greedily clutches and detains your antsy frolic by cleaving a palm to the small of your back, stiffly pressing you to his chest with an unyielding grip, just so he can freely enact whatever scheme he's crafted to unravel you completely—driving you toward that wild, breathless state he craves more than he'd ever confess, even to himself.
────𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋,
who awkwardly shuffles his lips against yours, not quite sure where he's supposed to glide his mouth or what exactly he should be doing with his fidgeting hands. pink tinges the porcelain of his flared cheeks, but a feisty glare pinches his brows into a brief expression of irk that dies at the sight of your amusement. his bottom lip juts into a pout when you laugh at his conflict. abel who who keeps clumsily bumping your nose each time he tugs you closer, impatient and determined despite the obvious lack of coordination. the romantically inexperienced angel who desperately wants to impress you, even if every attempt falls short of graceful. abel, who squirms and mutters under his breath when you both knock foreheads and pull away with matching winces. and abel, who in his gentle defeat leans in to place a tiny, reconciling smooch at the corner of your mouth, visibly brightening when you tell him to do it again.
────𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊,
who sinks the blunt tips of his claws into your dough-soft middle, eyelids fluttered to a gentle close of ease as his hands eagerly palming at your waist, holding you like he's half-convinced he won't get another chance. husk, who pulls you closer with a grumble meant to sound annoyed, though his grip betrays something warmer—something he'd never put into words. and when you start to shift away, he hitches your hips flush to his with a quiet, stubborn insistence, as if letting go too soon might leave him colder than he already feels. husk, who extends the moment by catching your pouty lips in a rushed, unexpectedly tender kiss, a wordless goodbye delivered before he can talk himself out of it. husk, who pretends it didn't mean anything the second you part, even though his ears flick, his tail curls, and his hand lingers at your waist a beat longer than it should.
────𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎,
who likes slow kisses —impassioned, battling, slow kisses, full of twirling tongues and silky moans. valentino who likes to wrap a hand around your neck to crane your head back, nibbling on your lower lip and smiling at your whines. pinning you beneath his and keeping you at his mercy, heat building between you two with ghostly friction and desperation. valentino who likes to kiss you slow and build anticipation, to make you want it, to make you crave it, to the point you'll brim your eyes with tears and try to guide his hand between your legs. you're your prettiest when you beg and so he makes you do it again and again and again: huffing out breathlessly in between kisses.
────𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓,
who simpers when he deliberately separates from your embrace by prying away and halting the intimate dance formerly initiated. his first kiss had been vexatiously brief, whisking your subjected plump hills in a synchronizing graze similar to the fleeting contact of something ghostly; never lingering upon your nude appendages for a second too long. angel whose infuriating display absolutely deserved to be classified as the poorest attempt at romance. angel who purposefully teased you to receive an earful of whiny whimpers that suggested he promptly exhort additional efforts or his cute, little lover would be compelled to execute empty threats. angel who indifferently mumbles an apology and roughly pins you beneath his weight with a confidence that masks his trembling edges, his voice dipping into a smug, crooked grin as he asks if that was enough to make things right.
How your partner would react to you being a powerful overlord (w/Vox, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, Abel)
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Warning: angst, betrayal, obsession
Genre: love and angst with betray mixed in
Summary: You’re an undefeated Overlord even Lucifer would step around carefully, but no one has ever seen your true face. Not until today. Can be read as Women reader, GN reader, Male reader.
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📺 VOX⚡️
Vox freezes only long enough for his software to catch up, then—
OH. MY. GOD.
He EXPLODES into excitement. Static flaring red, eyes glitching like fireworks, voice blown out by microphone distortion:
“BABE—OH MY FUCKING GOD, BABE—YOU’RE THE MOST POWERFUL OVERLORD IN HELL?!”
His ego SPROUTS WINGS.
He literally storms into the Vees boardroom and demands a new sign be built immediately:
V V V V
Velvet goes “why the extra V?” He smirks: “Vox. Velvette. Valentino. AND V(you).”
Next day? Billboards. Ads. Commercials. “VOX + THE STRONGEST OVERLORD—UNSTOPPABLE COUPLE OF HELL.”
He livestreams your relationship announcement like a wedding.
He kisses you on camera. He flexes you like a trophy. He posts fan edits. He plays your clips on repeat behind him in interviews.
Normally you’d throttle him— but you love him, so you allow it.
He literally hugs you from behind during broadcasts and whispers into your mic:
“Let Hell see we’re the apex predators. Together.”
Obsessed doesn’t cover it. He’s delusional-proud. He thinks you and him are Hell’s royal power couple.
And honestly? You kinda are.
🎙️ ALASTOR📻
Alastor’s smile goes dead still—radio static ringing behind him like a glitching memory.
He speaks slowly: “My dear… you?”
His voice lowers into a dangerous velvet confusion: “You—of all souls—an Overlord equal to the beasts I hunt?”
He genuinely cannot compute it. It doesn’t match anything about you.
“You’re gentle. And hopelessly softhearted. And you laugh easily. And you feed stray demons. And you forgive everything…”
His head tilts, voice barely audible: “…so why are you one of them?”
He stares like trying to read secrets written under your skin.
Then his smile returns—too sharp. Too possessive.
“You should have told me.”
Not angry. Not loud. But wounded, possessive, hungry for truth.
“No more lies,” he murmurs, touching your cheek with gloved fingers. “You belong to me, and I cannot protect what I do not fully know.”
There it is—the yandere edge.
He steps closer, voice honey-sweet with ownership: “You are mine, mon chéri. Every secret. Every power. Every ruthless part of you… I’ll love even those.”
His smile drops one more octave: “And if Hell fears you… wonderful. It means they’ll never dare take you from me.”
He kisses your knuckles like claiming territory.
👑 LUCIFER🐥:
Lucifer hears the reveal through a dozen screaming demon tabloids and televised reactions all at once—news choppers outside, sirens, gossip websites crashing.
He’s in his office doing paperwork and suddenly—slam—every screen broadcasts your overlord form unmasked.
He freezes.
Then sets his pen down very slowly.
“…oh.”
Not angry.
Not horrified.
Just stunned.
He leans back in his throne chair, staring at the footage, eyes widening in growing realization:
“…oh my stars… she’s magnificent.”
There’s fear in his chest—not fear OF you—but fear FOR you.
The knowledge that you survived Hell alone, climbed higher than anyone predicted, became something colossal without help.
He whispers to himself:
“What have you endured, my love…?”
When you return home Lucifer stands at his balcony, hair swaying in the wind dramatically (of course), heart pounding.
“You could’ve told me,” he murmurs, voice tremoring just slightly. “I’m ancient—I’ve seen terrors—but you… you frighten me in a way I don’t hate.”
Yes, Lucifer Morningstar is intimidated.
Yes, he loves that about you.
He steps closer, tracing your arm with gentle fingertips:
“I’ve always attracted powerful women… but you? You are a force Hell itself bows to.”
You start to apologize and he hushes you with a soft touch to your cheek:
“No, no apologies. Only… no more hiding. I want every part of you. Even the parts that terrify the universe.”
His tone drops—
warm,
devoted,
a little desperate:
“And I hope… I pray… that when I can’t guide Charlie, you will. Hell needs people like her. And it needs people like you. Together.”
He kisses your forehead,
a reverent gesture,
almost worship.
“My queen,” he whispers against your skin,
“I’ve never been more proud… or more afraid… and I love that.”
Then, joking shyly under his breath:
“I can’t believe I’ve bagged another terrifying goddess. Truly, an addiction at this point.”
He laughs nervously—
Lucifer Morningstar,
nervous.
And in love.
💫CHARLIE💕
Charlie freezes when the mask slips. Her smile falters—just once—because the thought hits her immediately: How long were you carrying this alone? Why didn’t you trust me?
She tries to stay composed since millions just saw the reveal live, but you can see it in her eyes—confusion mixed with a sting of betrayal. Later, when cameras are off, she quietly asks:
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Not yelling. Not accusing. Just soft hurt. She squeezes her tail nervously and avoids eye contact for a moment.
“When we decided to be together, I thought we promised honesty…”
Her voice shakes, but she doesn’t pull away from you. Because Charlie isn’t someone who gives up on love easily.
But then, understanding floods through her: “You must have had reasons… Hell doesn’t treat the powerful kindly.”
Her heart aches at the idea of you going through centuries of punishment ALONE. She gently takes your hand and smiles—wobbly but loving:
“Just…please don’t keep things like that from me again.”
And then—because Charlie always dreams forward— “If you’ll help the hotel—with your powers—and with redemption… then of course I forgive you.”
She kisses your cheek and whispers: “I love all sides of you… even the terrifying ones.”
🦋 VAGGIE🪽
When the whole internet of Hell erupts over your livestream identity reveal, Vaggie shuts the screen off before the comments could get hateful.
She doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t accuse, doesn’t raise her voice. She just sits beside you quietly, knees touching your knees, and says in a painfully soft whisper:
“…I’ve hidden who I was too.”
At first, you think she means her life—she shakes her head. No who she was.
“No. That’s only part of it. I hid because I didn’t know who I was. And I thought if people knew, I’d be targeted, or used, or hated.”
A long pause. A long inhale.
Her voice trembles:
“I was an Angel, an exorcist” I thought being honest would mean losing everything… I’m sorry my love”
And it hits you—she understands in a way almost no one else possibly could.
Then she takes your hands in hers, squeezing so tight her gloves creak.
“Thank you for surviving long enough to meet me.”
You blink—she’s crying silently.
There is no judgment in her touch. Only empathy. Only understanding.
Then she confesses: “I’m terrified most days. I pretend I’m strong for everyone. But I know what it’s like to carry fear alone… so now that everyone knows your truth, let me share mine.”
She leans into your shoulder, voice small and fragile:
“Don’t hide from me. I won’t hide from you anymore either.”
She doesn’t kiss you. She rests her forehead against yours—the most intimate acceptance she’s capable of.
🗡️ ADAM🎸
Adam’s shock slowly turns into something forbidden and intoxicating. He laughs—half panicked, half flustered:
“Of course you’d be an Overlord. Because this relationship wasn’t already sinful enough.”
He paces, visibly stressed, visibly turned on, visibly annoyed with himself:
“I should condemn you. I should. But… I can’t. Because I love you and your—entire physical situation is—very distracting.”
Eventually, Adam corners you gently, voice dropping: “But there have to be rules. If we’re doing this… you need to help me with exterminations.”
You cross your arms, “Only if exterminations get cut in HALF—and only every two years.”
Adam scoffs, dramatic: “That’s ridiculous…”
Silence. Then quiet surrender.
“…Fine. I’ll make it work. But you owe me for this.”
His fingers slip around your waist: “And yes, we’re still together. Even if Heaven would smite me if they knew.”
🪽 ABEL🪽
Abel looks at you with a shattered expression. His voice almost gone:
“You’re one of them? The ones they warned us about?”
He retreats a step, wings tucked back, trying to breathe through the disappointment, through fear of losing you:
“You killed, you ruled, you conquered—was any of it necessary?”
Your silence hurts him more than any confession.
Then you take him to your territory— not violent, not chaotic, but structured, peaceful, organized.
Like a strange functioning kingdom instead of Hell’s chaotic madness.
Abel looks around, amazed: “This is… civilized. You protected these people…?”
He turns to you slowly, expression softening into stunned relief.
“My love… maybe you were surviving, not destroying.”
He cups your cheek gently, voice breaking: “But you can’t keep secrets from me anymore. Not when we’re partners.”
Then, with serious warmth: “And I want something in return… join Charlie’s redemption plan. Help your people rise. Help yourself rise.”
Finally, soft, hopeful: “I think… I can still believe in you.”
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Hello this won the polll and I enjoyed writing this a ton!!! I hope you all enjoy it, request are still open I am trying to do 2 a day so please be patient with me!! 💗💜
Hazbin hotel soulmate AU where you and your soulmate can both share each other’s pain.
Growing up, you never cried from any phantom pain at all, and when you were taken to the doctor, tests said that you were one of the 0.001% that had a soulmate who was already long dead by the time you were born. This kind of ruined your life. Everyone else had someone, and you were stuck with someone you’d never even know. You got bullied a lot for being the outlier.
However, one benefit is that you were always able to get into a ton of fights. Sure it resulted in a bunch of shady stuff that got you killed, but you didn’t have it in you to care. No soulmate, no reason to live like you’re made of glass. The doctors at your local hospital knew you by name and practically reserved a room for you.
So when you ended up in Hell, it terrified you when pain shot through your arm and you’d done nothing. You guessed that because you were as dead as your soulmate, you two could feel each other’s pain.
You told this to one of your friends from the gang you’d joined, and she’d stared at you like you’d grown a second head before laughing.
“Oh, Y/N. No, the scientists got it wrong because Heaven and Hell exist. If only one of you is alive, the dead soulmate will still feel it.”
Ah. You’d lost quite a bit of empathy being down here, but you still felt kinda bad for your soulmate. You’d caused them a lot more injuries than they’d ever made for you.
Eventually, you would meet them for the first time. The bond snaps into place as you two stare at each other. You’re left speechless - but your soulmate speaks before you can even process what’s going on.
“You.” They point a finger at you in total shock and outrage. “What the hell is wrong with you, you masochist?! I’ve never met anyone who gets hurt as much as you did! What the fuck?!”
And that’s the very first thing your soulmate ever says to you.
Warnings: Rush work, just fluff!! Established relationships for all - OH BOY!! LOTS OF CHARACTERS -
Lucifer
You kiss him while he is doing some talking about ducks. You cant help it, he has that spark in his eyes, like they bright more when he talks about something he loves. His smile comes bigger, and the pink circles around his cheecks seems bigger. You kiss him quick, just a small peak.
His brain does a small reset, face going red. You two have shared more intimated and intensed kisses, but this one? Feels just extra special.
"And then they-" He forgot what he was saying.
Alastor
He is just there, drinking something, maybe tea or blood, hard to tell. Reading a book, soft jazz playing in the background. Is a lot different than his usual image. He seems at peace. It makes your heart beat up and your need head go crazy for him. You love him too much, and know how much he hates to be touched unless he initiates it.
So, you give him a quick peak on his left cheeck and run for your life (not that he would hurt you, this is not a first time, and actually? He is well aware of your "suprise" kisses, he pretends to not notice).
His shadows catch up with you, forcing you to sit besides him. He says nothing at first then.
"Next time? Just ask, my Dear"
Husk
After a long day at the bar, all Husk wants to do is lay down and just....stop thinking. His life is shit, he finds times of comfort within the Hotel (never will say it out loud) and you. You are his primal source of happynes.
So, while he is distracted getting ready for bed, his cat-demon senses you near him a bit too late (he blames the alcohol) when he feels a kiss on the back of his neck.
He purrs, out of purrs habit and because only you are allowed to hear such a sound from him.
When he turns to press you against his chest and gives you a proper kiss, leaving his head in the crock on your neck...
"Only you can make a day in Hell feel like paradise"
AngelDust
Angel is fresh from the shower. Having to clean himself from...work. He hates it. But is slowly learning to accept good things and to act in a non self destructive way.
One of the good things that has come to his life is you. At first he did not want to believe it but-
Your easy smile made things impossible.
Like now, when Angel is getting your help heating his hair back and getting it fluffier again, he feels your lips on his head.
Is sincere, is not sexual, is not an invitation for more.
Is you, telling him how much you love him.
And Angel? Well, he may cry.
Sir.Pentious
You kissed him once on his tail and he almost made half of his room explote because, sensitive and flustered snake.
Half the time he wonders how he did score you.
And you are there to take his hands on you, and tell him all the things you love about him, making him more and more shy till he asks you to stop because is too much.
And "...kiss me?"
Of course you do.
Charlie
Charlie will never get used to you, kissing her at random times. It leaves the Princess of Hell out of her mind for a few seconds.
Because these kisses are short, quick, a way of you to remind her, "Im here". Even if she is having a crisis over the Hotel.
You just know when to appear and sease her nerves with your lips.
Vaggie
After decades or more with training from Heaven. Vaggie knows when to expect someones attack.
The thing is, her body does not sense you as a hostile. So you always manage to sneak a kiss when she is giving some sternal speech or dealing with something.
Is not with bad ill, you just know she is getting stressed...and so you kiss her to make her forget for a few minutes.
Cherri Bomb
Before you can leave, she takes you back for another kiss. Never leaves a work (or destruction) half done. She loves them, loves how quick you are on your feets and how you seem to know when to attack (playfully).
Vox
He lives in stress and anger. Only allowing himself to lose up when he is alone, with his pets or with you. He is never soft around others, has a image to keep.
Thats why you never "suprise kiss" him in front of others.
Only when is you two alone in his office, with the dim light and his face deep in pappers and computers. He is so deep in work is only when he feels your leeps on his cheeck that he blushes. A spark going down his body.
Or when you two are having a moment to rest and watch over Vark. Vox turns into a baby and you cant help the soft smiles that comes to your face.
He is too cute for his own good.
And Vark loves to see his parental figures bond, he gives a soft push on the glass making Vox take a step back, look at you to ramble about Vark. Only to get lost in the way you look at him.
And suddendly ? Is not you, but Vox leaning in for a full kiss, with Vark swiming in a small celebration way.
St.Peter
He knows you are coming. When ? No idea, but he knows. Is not like he does not like your kisses, but he gets so flustered!!
And he knows, if he asks you to please stop giving them on public places, you will.
But the feeling on his chest when he feels your soul near him and then your lips? Feels like the morning sun, and honestly? He cant get enough. Even if he cant speak for the next minutes.
Lute
Lute swears she hates them....but never tells you to stop.
She is not sure if she prefers them when she has her mask on (because it hides her blushing face) or without it (cause she can feel the soft and warm skin).
You are one of the reasons she does what she does. She would die protecting you. Even if you dont know the full extent of her work.
"Stop, you are ruining my reputation" But then she is taking her words back.
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A/N: Idea I had while talking with @massivementalitynut. had to write it because the idea wouldn't leave me alone.
Alastor begins with sleeping on opposite sides of the bed but as your relationship progresses he allows you to get closer and closer. But not to fully cuddle with him unless he initiates it. The most he will allow you to do is hold his hand while you sleep. Anything else must be on his terms.
Lucifer always wraps his wings around you like they're a huge fluffy blanket. Since he's a bit touch starved right now he is very clingy in his sleep, always seeking you out and kissing you lazily. Actually prefers to be the big spoon when sleeping because he never knows when his horns might pop out, so it's safer for you.
Charlie wraps her tail around your thigh when you go to bed. It's a possessive gesture that she used to apologize for many times until you told you that you like knowing she thinks of you as her beloved. Since then she's never shied away from it, even using her tail to pull you in closer when you have, in her mind, gone to far away on the bed, even though you never do go that far.
Vaggie fought against being the little spoon when you slept together. She had a reputation to uphold and she was worried that you might make fun of her if she acted too cute, little did she know that her cuteness was actually one of her greatest weapons. Eventually she did accept it but she still kept her spear near by and her arms tightly locked around your middle.
Angel Dust sleeps on his back, head turned away from you but always has two arms thrown over you. He wants to be able to get you close if he wants to and doesn't mind if you end up on top of him and using his chest floof as a pillow. Why not let you do that when both of you know that he is much softer and better then the pillows you do have, and this pillow will also kiss you any time you want.
Husk never holds back a purr when you have your arm thrown just below his wings, scratching his back. It's rare that he shows you his stomach while he sleeps but that's not your fault, he has to trust you a bit more first. But just the fact that he's letting you hear him purring and isn't denying it is a huge step in your relationship and shows the amount of trust that he already has in you.
Adam takes op the whole bed as his wings fan out and push you off. He yawns like he's bored when you complain about his sleeping habits and really doesn't feel like getting into an argument over it. Eventually he does tell you to get on top of him, in a kind of dismissive tone but then as soon as you are on top of him he grabs you and holds you close to him, so you don't fall again.
Vox doesn't need that much sleep actually but he likes the idea of having you close to him while he does. In fact he can sleep in his chair, with the cables charging him up faster and you sitting in his lap while you wait for him. Occasionally his screen with flicker back on, eyes unfocused for a bit until they land on you and he grins, giving you a quick kiss and telling you he's almost done.
Valentino cocoons you with his wings, almost trapping you against his body, in his bed, in his arms. Kissing you and making you gasp early in the morning is the best way for him to fully wake up and get ready to start his day. His four hands are always touching you in some way, one holding your hand, one on the back of your head, one around your waist, and one on your thigh.
Hazbin Hotel Crew Headcannons: When the crew meets Angel’s abused friend
Featuring: Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel, Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Alastor
Tw: Mentions of abuse, blood, murder, mentions of drugs, mention of death by drug overdose, insecurities, panic attacks, ptsd, self esteem issues, possessivness, protectiveness, safe spaces, etc….
A/n: I wanted angst today if you read it without looking over warnings sorry not sorry 😞
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Angel Dust
-After another exhausting day at the studio Angel just wanted to go home and drink himself to sleep, he didn’t expect to be bulldozed into by a panicking demon in tears.
-Had it not been for the birthmark on your forehead he never would’ve realized it was you, “(Y-Y/n)? Babycakes is that you?”, he’d ask in shock.
-You’re to overwhelmed to even realize who you’ve run into but the moment he hears your desperate whimpers for help he’s overcome by a strong protective desire to save you from whatever is happening.
-When you were both alive he treated you like family, kept you safe, and treated you like his little sibling. That wouldn’t change even after death.
-Sure enough your attackers have found you and threaten both of you if you refuse to comply, you’re in tears and rattling like a wet puppy in the middle of winter.
-Angel takes a deep breath and stands up, a pair of his arms wrapped around you tight in a comforting embrace while the other pair whip out his guns and begin to fire away at your attackers.
-The sounds of the screams and bullets overstimulate your frenzied mind and you faint in his arms, Angel doesn’t notice until your attackers are dead and he frowns seeing you bruised and cut up.
-“C’mon dollface, let’s get you somewhere safe.”, he whispers picking you up bridal style, “Out of everyone in the world why did you have to come down to Hell? If anyone deserved a pair of wings it was definitely you.”
-Angel carries you back to the Hazbin Hotel and shocks everyone while holding your unconscious body.
-“They need help Charlie. Please help them.”, Angel begs softly, laying you down on the couch of the waiting area.
-Angel explains who you are and what he’d done, Charlie doesn’t condone violence but she’s proud that he protected you.
-Angel stays by your side for the rest of the night until you’ve finally woken up, now calm you recognize your old friend and hug him while in tears. Angel begins to cry himself remembering how close you two were when you were both alive.
-“It’s okay (Y/n), you’re safe here I promise.”, he swears to you, he waits until you’ve calmed down to take you downstairs to meet everyone.
-Everyone notices you awake when Angel enters the room, “Everyone this little sugarcube here is (Y/n), my best friend from when I was alive. (Y/n) meet the gang.”, Angel introduces everyone one by one and they welcome you wholeheartedly. Charlie is so excited to have you and practically lunges at you for a hug until she notices the way you tense up and flinch.
-Angel steps between you two and just offers Charlie a sad smile which she seems to understand. She steps back and lets Angel calm you down, “It’s okay (Y/n). Here you’re safe, none of us will ever let anything bad happen to you.”, Angel promises, cupping your ears out of habit just like he did when you were both alive.
-It was something you did when you were overstimulated, he remembers how much comfort it would bring you so he does it for you now. Helping you calm down before slowly and calmly continuing introduction.
-This is how you became the Hazbin Hotel’s third guest, with Angel Dust supporting you the whole way.
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Charlie and Vaggie
-Charlie can be very overwhelming, her happiness is contagious but to someone as traumatized as you it’s a bit much.
-She wants to help you heal, like everyone else she believes you deserve to be redeemed and join the angels in heaven. Charlie is always looking for you to spend time with you and help with your self confidence.
-Vaggie does her best to act as a mediator between you two, she’ll remind Charlie to be calm and considerate of your triggers.
-Vaggie is usually very cold to new people but she senses something in you that she can only describe as “innocence” that lets her trust you. She takes it upon herself to train you in self defense, that way you’re safe no matter where you are.
-Charlie does her best to include you in every activity or conversation going on, she doesn’t ever want you to feel left out or unloved.
-After your arrival Angel told her everything about you, how you were neglected by your parents, the abuse you suffered by your ex partner, and ultimately how you died. The way you were found dead and alone in some forgotten alleyway of your home city after overdosing left a pit in her stomach and heart.
-Charlie vowed to herself that she’d make you feel at home, and that you’d never feel loneliness again.
-Vaggie does her best to help Charlie through her mission to befriend you, you’re so quiet around the hotel that almost nobody can find you except for Vaggie.
-Often times Vaggie will find you on the roof of the Hotel building just staring up at the red starred sky of hell, she’ll join you, sit with you in silence just so that you’re not alone.
-Eventually you find yourself lost one night in the Hotel, you begin to panic unsure of where you’d taken a wrong turn. Your mind races and the corridors begin to spin and you get dizzy, your legs give out and you feel weak until the distant call of your name pulls you back to reality.
-“(Y/n)? (Y/n) are you okay?”, the voice asks and you’re greeted by the fuzzy image of Charlie and Vaggie in their pajamas.
-You flinch back from their proximity and Charlie realizes that she’s triggered you again, she shuffles a few feet back and sits on her knees, extending her opened palms out to you.
-You struggle to catch your ragged breathing but notice Charlie taking slow exaggerated breaths, this is part of her exercises for when you’re overwhelmed.
-You mimic her, taking deep breaths to steady your nerves. Vaggie smiles seeing you use the lessons they’d taught you, once you feel a bit more relaxed you place your hands in Charlie’s and she gently holds them.
-“You’re doing great.”, Charlie speaks softly, gently rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles.
-“Good job, slow deep breaths.”, Vaggie adds on.
-Eventually your panic has stopped, you feel better now that you’ve been found. When you’re ready you stand up and blush with embarrassment, “I-I umm…I got lost. I forgot where my room was.”, you explain.
-Charlie and Vaggie both smile at you, they stand up and help you back to your room. They don’t judge you, they don’t make fun of you, they’re just happy to be there for you.
-You slowly open up to them and Charlie is ecstatic when you do, just like that you’ve grown to trust again.
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Husk
-Wise old Husk, the only person with good advice out of the whole Hotel.
-Husk is good at listening, always had been always would be. He was a demon that certainly intimated you at the beginning but now you two were almost inseparable.
-Husk had a hard time bonding with you, you were too shy to talk to him at first and you didn’t drink alcohol which was basically his job and the way he bonded with people.
-Angel is the one to break the walls down between you two, the amount of faith and trust Angel had in Husk was what lead you to reach out.
-The first night you sat at the bar you just asked for a cup of water and some advice on how to be a better you. Husk was shocked to even hear your voice but a soft smile pulled at his lips, it was finally his turn to offer you some help.
-You spilled your heart out to him, about your past, your fears, your deepest insecurities, and he listened. He listened intently, eyes focused on you with a soft concerned gaze, and a tired smile.
-“All my life I’ve felt like a burden, unwanted, unloved, abused in every way. I want to change but just when I think I’m over one issue another comes up.”, you groaned slamming your forehead on the counter.
-Husk could only laugh in amusement, the more you spoke to him the more he was able to figure out your problem. Husk had a gift, one that helped him at his job, he could almost read anyone like a book and at moments like this it helped.
-He gave you good advice, great advice honestly. Husk said, “Everyone has trauma, whether you choose to let it define you or not is all up to you. You ain’t a kid who comes off to me as someone seeking pity. You’ve got what it takes to be great, you just gotta let the shackles of doubt and insecurity fall off and quit letting them hold you down.”
-After that talk Husk sees a change in you, you’re a bit more confident with each chat you have with him and it makes his heart swell with a sense of purpose. You talk to him more and he’ll never admit it but he really enjoys your talks.
-Now Husk keeps an aray of sodas in the bar fridge for whenever you come to share a drink or talk to him.
-“Just gotta be prepared for my favorite guest.”, he’ll always say, Angel takes great offense to that since Husk never says anything so kind to him.
-Now whenever Husk isn’t behind the bar he’ll be close by you, offering you his tail to play with when you’re stimming and scratching at your hands or biting your nails.
-Will often share long talks with you where you listen to him, you stare at him with wonder and awe when he talks about his past. Sure he’s not the proudest of it but at least he learned from his mistakes and if he could keep you from repeating his biggest sins he was more than happy to talk with you.
-You once called him gramps without realizing it and it made him so happy that he purred, he didn’t correct you or bring it up he was just happy to know you were comfortable around him now.
-When it comes to preening his wings you’re the only person he goes to for help. You’re always excited to help him and play with his wings, just another opportunity for you two to talk.
-His cat like tendencies come out more around you and everyone notices, he’ll splay himself over your lap for wing preening, knock over stuff for you to catch or just yell at him about, and only seeks your attention when he wants it.
-You’re fun to have around and a great listener, he can’t help but gently squeeze your shoulder and hum, “You’re a good egg kid.”
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Nifty
-Nobody will ever comprehend how you managed to actually befriend the insane housekeeper! The sight of you two together is so strange that people have to take a second glance to see if you’re insane.
-Nifty learned that you had a special gift for cooking, she discovered you baking one day when everyone was gone and was practically drooling with excitement.
-She loved to bake and cook and now she had someone to do it with, just like that you’ve become one of her favorite people.
-Nifty looks for you to help her clean out of reach places for you, she’ll usually be standing on your shoulders dusting and cleaning away at the ceiling tiles and tall windows.
-Somehow you learned the ques for Nifty’s masochistic outbursts and would warn people before it happened. This was a great help since she was so unpredictable.
-Nifty will always spend time with you because she likes you that much, she’ll ask you to help her in the kitchen or ask to dance with you all the time just so that you never feel lonely.
-In your eyes she’s like a little sister even though you swear she’s older than you, you’ve accidentally called her Sis several times and now you can’t call her anything else.
-Sadly Nifty is a bad influence on you, now you both find yourselves chatting away about “Bad Boys” that you see in public and open discuss what you’d do to them if you ever got your hands on them.
-Your imagination is tame compared to the wild thoughts that spill from Nifty’s lips but you’re well aware that she’s mentally insane.
-If someone ever gives you trouble you don’t hesitate to fight them anymore but you do tend to take a piece of them back with you for Nifty to add to her collection.
-Angel witnesses this one time and when he questions you for it you give him the same insane look that Nifty does and giggle, “For the collection.”, leaving him trembling with fear.
-Whenever there is any downtime Nifty will often sit on your shoulders and just let you cardy her around, she’s so light that it doesn’t bother you at all.
-She even knits you a blanket that you often sleep with at night, she’s a weirdo but at least she has a good heart.
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Sir Pentious
-The absolute oddball of the group! You aren’t sure how or when this delusion little snake man appointed you an honorary eggy boi, no matter the situation he is by your side.
-He has a difficult time expressing himself but makes up for it with grand gestures that always seem to make you smile.
-“(Y/n) dear, would you perhaps wish to partake in a movie night with the egg bois and I? We can build…what are they called again…Ah yes blanket forts for your security. I will protect your fort from any invaders during the duration of the film.”, he promises, flashing those big ol sweet red puppy dog eyes at you.
-You still can’t understand his speech sometimes but you get the gist of it and that’s all that matters.
-He likes to ask you to teach him modern slang, it’s so funny to hear him try to use the terms correctly but he usually messes up.
-Once asked Cherri to let him ‘rizz’ her up and came back with a black eye, you couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard.
-In his own unique way Pentious is helping you feel at home, he gets being the oddball and doesn’t want you to feel like that.
-The best at making you smile and laugh, always willing to do anything with you and the gang.
-Asks the Egg Boiz to follow you around the Hotel if he ever thinks you’re mad at him, will cry fountains if you are mad at him.
-Eventually you cave and both apologize to each other before heading off to make poor decisions together.
-Your body runs hot because of your Demon form and being cold blooded Sir Pentious coils his body around you to soak up your excess warmth. (HE’S HEAVY BUT HE SWEARS HE ISN’T)
-Once had you cackling on the ground when he asked you to explain what a twink was to him since Cherri Bomb had called him that during a fight.
-He’s so out of pocket but he brings you so much joy so everyone just lets it be.
-“Yo Pen I’m taking the kids out!”, You’ll shout before stealing the eggs away to do things with you.
-You two often fight like divorced parents during these times since you both swear you need the eggs more then the other.
-“Absolutely not. My minions must join me in my evil deeds today!”, Pentious yells from the top of the staircase.
-You flash him the middle finger and yell back, “It’s my day with them today so shut up and goodbye!”
-He cries dramatically and acts all depressed until you’ve all returned, always wants hugs but asks before hugging you because of your trauma.
- Overall the awkward uncle/brother of the group for you, but always loyal and ready to kill someone for you.
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Alastor
-Since the beginning of your stay you felt intimidated by Alastor, you knew exactly who he was and his reputation proceeded him.
-For the longest time you thought he hated you, you were the only person he wouldn’t smile to and it left you uneasy. He doesn’t mean to be rude he’s just not sure of what to make of you.
-He has pity for you but he chooses not to voice it and ruin all the hard work you’ve been doing towards your self improvement.
-He acts cold and pretends not to care for you, and in turn you try your best to avoid him or act civil. He doesn’t mind since he always has eyes on you, the more he watches over you the more he begins to grow a fondness for you.
-He’s just another shadow hovering over you, keeping you safe as Charlie had instructed him until one day he snaps. The whole time you thought he didn’t care about you but oh if only you knew what he’d do for you and the others.
-You suddenly disappear one day, at first nobody worried but then a second day passed without a word from you. Angel was the one to sense something was off and went out looking for you with Husk, a few hours later they returned with your bloodied unconscious body in their arms.
-Everyone is in a frantic buzz trying to help in any way they can. Alastor, smiling like always, comes down from his room to see your beaten body barely breathing on the sofa.
-As if time had stopped for him, he watches as something falls from your hand and onto the floor. It’s a red monocle, to replace the one he’d broken a few days ago. You selflessly choose to get him a considerate gift only to be beaten an inch from second death.
-Before he knows it he feels his face contort into his full demon form as the lights begin to flicker from his rampant powers.
-Angel steps in front of your body just as Alastor’s tentacles begin to reach for you, Angel glares at the demonic creature in front of him and explains who did this to you. “It was (y/n)’s ex. Him and his gang in the drug district hunted (y/n) down and attacked them.”, Angel growled, not once wavering to the hideous antlered creature before him.
-Alastor said nothing, vanishing into the shadows to find those who did this to you, he’s not seen again for the rest of the night. His radio show comes on in the middle of the night with a new batch of anguished screams and cries echoing throught any radio in hell. A cruel reminder to never mess with the Radio Demon or those he protects.
-Alastor returns late one night, taking time to cool his head before returning to the hotel, he’s surprised by a certain smell coming from the kitchen.
-It’s a smell so reminiscent that he finds himself salivating, he’s quick to wipe away his drools and scurries off to the kitchen to see who it is.
-“Nifty dear it’s late shou-oh…it’s you.”, Alastor’s stunned to see (Y/n) awake cooking. The kitchen’s a mess, pots and pans and knives everywhere all while you’re slowly stirring away at the pot.
-You turn to Alastor with the coldest look in your eyes and the deepest frown he’s ever seen, he wants to say something but he’s interrupted by a loud growl from his stomach.
-He laughs it off still flashing you that signature smile of his, before he can say anything you serve him a plate of jambalaya and take a seat on the floor.
-“Hope you like it.”, you whisper, gently rubbing at your bandaged neck that was bruised from being choked half to death.
-Alastor desperately wants to say something to you but for once he’s stumped, he hates your frowning, hates the way you’re reverting to your old self, but he’s also insanely hungry. He takes a huge spoonful of jambalaya into his mouth and if you’d been watching you would’ve noticed the little dance he’d done upon the first bite.
-Before he knows it he’s so engrossed in eating that he doesn’t notice you’ve slipped away until he’s finished his plate, “(Y/n) my dear, you have a gif-“
-Only the red monocle remains in the spot you once sat, Alastor sits alone now in silence and for the first time in a while he feels his smile drop, he’s unsure what to do or how to help you. How can someone so powerful help someone so weak and broken?
includes (in order): charlie, vaggie, cherri, carmilla, velvette, lute
warnings: fem!reader (for all), soft dom, strap usage, face riding, tit sucking, pillow princesses, edging/orgasm denial, rough sex, degradation, pain kink (slapping, biting, scratching, choking), switch!reader (it changes from character to character)
authors note: i love pretty girls who cry during sex so there is a LOT of that (sorry not sorry!) also i’ve NEVER WRITTEN FOR CARMILLA esp for smut so if she’s ooc i’m so sorryyyyy!!!!!!! ☹️☹️☹️
charlie is a screamer. no exaggeration. charlie is already such a vocal person anyway—but in the bedroom? boy does that go from 100 to 1000.
whether it’s eating her out, using a strap, or vibrator—charlie is very vocal about how she feels. she’s babbling incoherently throughout it all—telling you through exasperated moans how good she feels, how she loves your tongue, how close she is, and how good she wants to be for you.
this only amplifies over the course of each round, as much as maybe she shouldn’t, charlie can and probably will go all night long, which normally ends up leading to her crying softly as your strap goes in and out of her slowly.
vaggie is a soft dom through and through. her goal is to make you feel pleasured whenever you’re at your peaks, it’s her job to bring you to another world, if she’s not she feels like she isn’t doing her job.
she’s very slow, she takes her time. vaggie is big on foreplay, and could tease you all night long before getting to the actual sex. and even during sex, she’s still very teasing. she’ll make you finish with her fingers.. then her mouth.. then her vibrator.. then her strap.. and then maybe she’ll do the whole thing over again, who knows.
but vaggie is also very attentive to your wants and needs. she can tell when it’s too much or time to wrap it up, but even through the many orgasms vaggie is still so soft with you, with her touch, her praise, even through all the stimulation, vaggie will be the softness.
cherri is pussy drunk 24/7, no matter what. she loves the feeling of your clit thrusting against her face as she drinks you up like a shot. cherri LOVES pussy and you cannot change my mind! she loves the bittersweet taste of your fluids hitting her taste buds, she loves marking up your thighs beforehand like a little tease, and she loves hearing you moan for her like there’s no tomorrow.
this is something about cherri’s sexual interests that she keeps more private—but she loves it when her face is ridden. she’s not embarrassed about it because she thinks it’s gross or weird—she just gets flustered at the thought of you knowing she worships you like that.
cherri just loves the feeling of you riding her face—it’s so overstimulating in the best way for her. between clutching at your moving thighs, licking out your cunt like she’s a starving child, and getting to have your cum all over her face by the time it’s over. just know it’s your job to clean it up once it happens… with your tongue.
carmilla loves being your mami—taking care of you and pleasing you in something as simple as laying down in bed and letting you get to it on her tits.
she loves you sucking her tits. carmilla can’t help but get wet when her good little girl is looking up at her with doe eyes, suckling on her boobs, to her, it’s heaven, even in hell, better, even.
carmilla’s senses tingle immensely as your tongue laps around her nipple as her other breast is fondled in your hand. her sense of pleasure is quiet—she’s not always very vocal, but the wet sensation in her panties says it all. but don’t worry, she’ll pay it forward to you later…
velvette is a pillow princess—she wants to be taken care of, adored, worshipped—and she doesn’t want to work for it. she wants to sit back, relax, and have everything done for her.
but on a slightly contradicting note, velvette is not a good girl—she’s bratty. velvette will talk back, squirm, whatever it takes for you to spank her and pull out the vibrator—she loves being edged.
to velvette, sex is best when she’s sobbing for her mommy with mascara dripping down her face, her hair frizzy, begging for a release—intimacy is one of the only times velvette allows herself to look disheveled in front of someone else. something about knowing messy is pretty to you flips a switch in her.
when lute has sex with another woman, it is purely for release purposes since adam is gone, not for any romantic gain. obviously. so since it’s a ‘release’ for her, lute goes to pound town. literally. she’s not gentle, or even sweet for that matter.
lute will angrily pin you down to the bed and thrust angrily into you with her strap—nearly full in, and fully out, and hard. she’s also big on degrading—lute will lean down and whisper into your ear as you cry from the stimulation how much of a dirty little whore you are, how it’s pathetic you can’t keep it together, and that you’ve been such a bad girl.
additionally, lute has a pain kink. she loves leaving her mark on you—whether it be slap marks, hand marks from her choking you, bite marks, scratches, she lives for it.
knowing she’s in control keeps lute going in moments like these—she feels like has control over something, even if it’s only just once.
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i’ve just had an idea for a lucifer morningstar x reader fic after watching the aristocats and lady and the tramp and i can’t stop thinking about it
imagine a reader who has the same personality as duchess from aristocats and lady from lady and the tramp and she died along with her 3 children (for plot reasons they end up in hell with her, maybe she was a housewife who died to an abusive husband or something) and seeks refuge and safety in the hazbin hotel where she can live peacefully with her children
the hotel is absolutely smitten with her and her kids and takes them in, fast forward to when lucifer arrives, he falls absolutely in love with her (i feel like he would adore motherly and elegant women who are also strong, i mean look at lilith) and her kids
i’m not really sure where to expand on this ngl but i can imagine him and reader having the same kind of relationship as duchess and thomas o’malley/ lady and the tramp, if anyone sees this and wants to make this into an actual fic please do (and tag me tee hee)
