Apologies for the disappearance. But unfortunately, this blog is going to be put on indefinite hiatus. Long story short; my time and energy now needs to focus purely on my family and my own health. And... I just don't see myself returning here anytime soon.
I will be leaving everything up on this blog as an archive, so you can still return here (or my AO3 backup) if you want to reread something. I want to thank everyone who supported me and took time out of their day to read my stuff~ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Ya'll are the best and I hope life treats you well.
Second part to my Wrathion series! This post is about after Wrathion begins to officially 'court' you. There will be a third part to this series with all the… naughty stuff.
Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; lots of cultural differences and discussion of that so keep that in mind; I write Wrathion somewhere on the aro spectrum for some reason
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Its... highly debatable how true this actually is. But Wrathion has had this long held belief that dragons just know when someone to meant to be their mate. He thinks its almost a divine intuition thing. Because of this, you don't 'just date' Wrathion. When he is set on you, he is 1000% in at the start.
But dont get me wrong; thats on HIS end. Wrathion tends to let the other person set the pace in the relationship. He will go at whatever speed makes you feel comfortable. If thats courting for years, or becoming bound together after a week, he is okay with whatever. He will wait as long as he needs to make you his and will do whatever it takes to make you happy.
Stated in the previous post, but I headcanon Wrathion as being demi-romantic. So most of this behavior is probably a result of that or can be directly attributed to it.
For example; he probably got the whole 'you'll just know who your partner is' idea as a whelp and never really questioned it because he never got crushes on anyone. Its like a backwards logic/self fulfilling prophecy thing.
Wrathion also hates the term 'dating' (or anything remotely similar) and only uses the word 'courting' to describe whats going on between you two. To Wrathion, this is much more serious then simple 'dating', so don't you dare call it that.
If you want to get married, or whatever the equivalent custom your culture has, Wrathion will oblige. As long as you become his mate/consort as well. As far as Wrathion is concerned, a double-bind across cultures isnt a bad thing in this situation.
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Wrathion's main love language is quality time by far. Big reason why he bonded with Anduin so much in Pandaria; even if Anduin didn't feel the same closeness as him.
Even if you two are not doing the same thing, just being in the same room with him means alot. Wrathion just likes your presence.
You can be doing your own thing, whatever your preferred hobby is, while Wrathion studies away. Preferably, Wrathion would like to be sitting next to you, with your legs touching or your backs together. He just likes to be touching you in someway. But if thats not what you want, thats okay. Like I said, its about your presence.
One of his favorite things is when you both are reading in the same room; you laying on his chest with your own book while he reads his. Or when the two of you are sitting across from each other, reading your own books while your legs are entwined. Then he can sneakily put his book down and just stare at how beautiful you are.
Wrathion can also be very chatty. He has two modes; completely silent and thinking way too hard, or will not stop talking. He is also one of those people who makes big gestures while talking and does goofy shit with their hands. Its always a treat when he tells a story.
Sometimes after a rough day, Wrathion will retreat to where you two are staying as soon as he can get away from his duties. He will get himself (and you, if you'd like one of course) a glass of fine firewater then start ranting about his day, politics, history, just anything thats on his mind.
Wrathion loves to talk with you and engage with your brilliant mind. He wants to hear any and all of your thoughts and opinions. Wrathion lives for intelligent conversation and your the best source of that. Its one of the main reasons he fell in love with you.
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Wrathion is very touch-starved. So while he may not be too touchy-feely in general, it does a complete 180 when it comes to his partner.
In public, Wrathion is relaxed but affectionate. He is always touching you in some shape or form. He will have his arm around you, you two will be holding hands, Wrathion will walk up and hold you from behind, he will give you quick kisses on your forehead and cheeks…
Wrathion is just a complete sweetheart and proud to show you off as his. He honestly never really thought he would have a partner because of, well, everything. So he feels incredibly lucky to have you and wants to show you off everywhere, all the time. There is no question if you two are together or not.
When your in private, however, thats when his neediness really shows. Wrathion basically becomes an affectionate cat. More of a liquid then actual man.
As stated previously, he likes to lay on top of you while you read, and he loves it when you do the same thing to him. Honestly it doesn't matter what either of you are doing, Wrathion will make room for you on his chest. Or if that fails, he will flop on top of you and force you to make room.
It makes Wrathion's heart flutter if you fall asleep when your laying on him. He can't quite explain why, but he thinks its because of the sheer amount of trust the act shows. It makes him feel like the center of your world.
When Wrathion lays on you, he LOVES to have his head pet. PLEASE run your fingers through his hair and gently scratch his scalp. This man will melt.
Although you have to be careful. Because Wrathion tends to just konk out when you pet him like this. He can't help it. He just relaxes so thoroughly and quickly that he is asleep before you know it.
The two of you falling asleep in each other's arms is an extremely common occurrence. Yeah its cute and all; but also detrimental sometimes. Like, you two will be cuddling on a lounge chair, crash out, then wake up hours later extremely sore because who sleeps on a lounge chair?
Yet it always ends up happening. Because honestly? Its worth it just to be in each other's arms.
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Might be a hot take, but I don't think Wrathion likes tongue kissing. It grosses him the heck out actually. If you try to initiate some tongue action, Wrathion's eyes will bulge out of his skull and he will reel back from you so fast.
Wrathion tries to be polite about it and laugh it off. But you can tell by the way he is nervously looking around and the way he immediately wiped his mouth on his sleeve just how much the act bothered him.
You'll have to have a heart to heart with him about it. He probably accidentally hurt your feelings and, quite bluntly, Wrathion is embarrassed about how squeamish he is with such a common act.
But on the plus side of the whole kiss wars, Wrathion gives Eskimo kisses. He doesn't even think about it or know where he picked it up. He just does it; and he gives lots of them. They are almost always paired with a normal kiss too; Wrathion will give you a chaste kiss then gently rub your noses together.
You don't know why, probably just from the shock of what was happening, but you always start giggling like a maniac when Wrathion Eskimo kisses you. Wrathion was also very confused at first, wondering what was so goddamn funny. But now the whole thing has very much grown on him. He loves the sound of your laughter. Its now become one of those weird, couple inside jokes between you two.
Its especially cute when he sees you after a long trip. Wrathion will pull you flush against him, give you a couple quick pecks on the lips, then start rubbing your noses together with a big grin on his face. This big bad black dragon gets so excited to come home just so he can hear you giggle.
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Taglist: @little-shiny-sharpies @respawnreverie
AN: I love this guy so much I rambled for 1.5k words without a topic goddamn it
LINKS AND FURTHER READING ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
My Masterlist for my Other Work: >>HERE<<
First Wrathion Post: >>HERE<<
AO3 Archive Link: >>HERE<<
There are no fugggiinnn Warcraft headcanon blogs. I feel like that OTP drought artist out here. (っ>﹏ < ς)
So for that reason I'm gonna link a couple posts from @warcraft-imagines specifically that I've had bookmarked forever.
>>HERE<< is a post going over Wrathion in a relationship as well as some headcanons of him comforting his partner. Then there is another post >>HERE<< about how Wrathion acts around someone he is interested in courting
Whoops I'm feral for the TV man again. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Again, not doing the more obvious/universally accepted kinks. Instead I'm writing about my more niche takes.
Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; all the kinky shit obviously; no use of y/n; Valentino mentions; the last one got less kinky and more psychoanalyzey oops?
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This one is a nasty double edged sword; because Vox loves overstimulation on both ends. This one might be his actual most dangerous kink because of that. You'll 100% have to have a safeword because Vox will get carried away. He will not stop until one of you has actually passed out otherwise.
To Vox, there is no better image, or sound, then you completely fucked out on his cock. Reduced to a squirming moaning mess saying nothing but his name. If your still coherent that is..
Even if Vox is using his tongue or a simple toy on you, the man goes feral everytime you cum. He gets so addicted to that gorgeous look you make and the way your body twitches... It just makes him harder and want to pound into you even more so he can see it again and again...
But like I said, this one goes both ways. So yes; Vox will fuck you through his own orgasm (and into a second one) if you haven't cum yet. He gets wonderfully delirious, more machine then man. As he tries to focus through the overwhelming fog of pleasure and pain. On just fucking you.
Vox makes such adorable whimpers and whines when he is like this too. He doesn't even register them. So focused on you that he doesn't even realize that the sounds are escaping him.
If you take charge, Vox gets just as gloriously overwhelmed and with no complaints. He isnt the type to beg, but he will cry out as you fuck him through his orgasm. Looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes as you keep up the relentless pace. Gasping, glitching, and writhing as he realizes your not stopping.
Either way; its rare Vox gets to truly indulge in this due to his work and packed schedule. But if he gets a day off or you two go on vacation? Vox is going to empty himself until its only dry orgasms and neither of you can walk.
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Again, this isnt what you may think at first. This isnt like, roleplaying or anything like that. Vox has a thing for actually dressing you up and seeing you in pretty things. For you being his personal model.
On surface level it seems innocent enough. People (Vel and Val) will probably dismiss it as like a 'what guy doesnt like seeing their girl in a dress' thing. But its so much worse then that.
Everytime he sees you in a new outfit, you can feel Vox's eyes all over you. If your self conscious you might think he is appraising you, judging your outfit and how well your put together. But nah, dude is just straight up undressing you with his eyes.
Once Vox gets a taste of you, there is just a permanent part at the back of his head that is constantly thinking about you. Its this incessant background noise that permeates all his thoughts. So when Vox sees you in something new, something that he has yet to have taken off of you... thats all that part of him can think about.
Would it be sexier if he took his time and undid all those buttons? Or should he just rip your shirt off in a blaze of lust and pop them off? If your the type to wear skirts; would you like it if Vox hiked it up and fucked you against the wall? Or do you prefer your bodies to be bare and flush against eachother?
And yes; Vox is that type of guy who will speculate at length on what type of underwear you are wearing. He doesn't actually care when it comes down to it. But its one of those weird mind exercises he does.
Vox is also 100% that type of boyfriend who will take you shopping at his expense. Patiently waiting and giving feedback while you try on all the clothes. With the caveat that he is also that boyfriend who will get a little too into it and add more clothes onto your pile for you to try on. Then also end up buying clothes for you that you don't even remember looking at.
If Vox is pent up or you try on something that makes you particularly stunning, Vox might just have to slip into the changing room with you for a quickie. Look, its not his fault for being so frisky. Its your fault for being so beautiful!
Even something simple enough as you wearing some fancy underwear can drive the man absolutely insane if you play your cards right. Bend over or have your clothes slip just right to where he gets a flash of what's underneath. Then its all Vox can think about for the rest of the day. How he cant wait to tear them off with his teeth.
Honestly, you'll probably end up buying more underwear then actually washing any. Not that Vox is complaining. You can have extra fun with it too! Like, every time you two fuck, have something completely different on since Vox is loaded and probably going to destroy them anyway.
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Vox is... insecure, to say the least. So when he lands you, someone who he didn't even think would give him time of day, he just wants to brag, brag, and brag about it. Your his prize and he is so proud that he has you on his arm.
But that insecurity runs deep. Vox also has the scars of rejection and cheating upon him. So he sometimes fears that your too good to be true. That your not really his.
So Vox takes alot to proving that your his. To both himself and the people around him.
One way this comes out is Vox's eagerness to mark you during sex. He adores leaving trails of lovebites down your neck and bruises of his fingertips on your hips. Your willingness to let him do so shows that you have no shame of him or his passion for you. Even if they are hidden under your clothes, just knowing that there is evidence of him on you gives Vox comfort.
Surprisingly, Vox also likes it when you mark him up in turn. He... honestly never expected how much he would like it. But you, sucking, biting at his skin, claiming him as yours? Because you don't want someone else to take him? Just the thought makes him dizzy. That you could possibly be jealous, possessive over him...
The whole marking thing also ties into why Vox likes cumming on you so much. It just makes him stupidly giddy. The fact that you let him dirty you with his cum like this. If Vox had the time, he would love to cum on you over and over; until your dripping with everything he has.
Anyway, Vox just generally likes it to be clear that you two are together. When you two are out in public, Vox would adore it if you two wore matching outfits. But then he would especially have trouble keeping his eyes from leering at you and looking someplace decent.
If you got Vox something for you two to match, like matching necklaces or whatever; I legit think the man would tear up over it. Before running to the bathroom to ugly sob.
I actually had this one scenario in my head where Vox manages to convince his partner to get a stupid VoxTech logo tattoo. You get it as a cutie mark tattoo, and Vox takes a nice picture right when its done with both of your hands making a circle around it.
Now. Thats all fine and dandy. But then Vox gets into a fight with Valentino online and feels the need to brag about how great you are and how much he has upgraded from the stupid moth.
So Vox goes ahead and posts the picture on social media with the caption "Get yourself a wife/husband who does this. 😘" and when you find out your rightfully livid like DONT POST MY ASS ON YOUR TIMELINE VOX.
But seriously. He is yours and you are his. Anyone who tries to get in between that will have hell to pay.
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AN: This post turned out wayyyy longer then my last kink post and I still could have yapped for more someone take the TV away from me
LINKS AND FURTHER READING ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
My Masterlist for my Other Work: >>HERE<<
Vox Niche Kinks Part 1: >>HERE<<
AO3 Archive Link: >>HERE<<
One of my FAVORITE Vox stories, please go check out >>THIS<< post by @voxslays where Vox, feeling tariffed and inadequate due to Alastor's return, comes to the realization of how much he loves you.
@baldval finally came back from a crazy hiatus (they were one of the first Hazbin blogs I followed on here). They have a really good post on dating Vox >>HERE<<
Just a little heads up; I'm going to be going through and clearing out my massive doc on Hazbin related story ideas. So be prepared for a bunch of Scenario Posts in the coming weeks.
Also, because I accidentally broke alot of hearts with the surprise bad ending in my Alastor scenarios (deepest apologies ๑•́ -•̀); I'm going to be changing the format up a bit. I'm going to have specific warnings above each scenario to hopefully avoid that happening again and give the reader more leeway to avoid triggering content.
Happy Valentines Day, all~ I wanted to make a special post for today. So here are short stories about the first time you exchanged I love you with Lucifer, Vox, and Alastor
CASUAL REMINDER: What was supposed to be the Angel Dust part in this post got too long because I have no self control. Its now its own story >>over yonder<<
Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; allusions to heartbreak, cheating, abuse, just lots of past bad stuff; but its all in the past, this content is fluff and feels; Lucifer has a panic attack in his part cause he needs therapy
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Lucifer knew the words. Of course he did. After all, he was a married man. Obviously. But… They seemed to carry so much more weight now then they ever did before. Ever since Lilith left. Now they felt much more like a burden then something to celebrate. Perhaps he was idealistic, if not naïve before. But just the thought of love had made him giddy. It always held the promise of endless laughter, dancing under stars, and countless ever afters.
But now? Now, thinking of love scared him. It made his heart clench and the cold weight of dread harden in his chest. Lucifer’s mind would always go to that horrible moment when he realized Lilith was gone. That she wasn't coming back. Now, love just seemed like a promise of pain. A promise to leave in the end.
However, if there is one thing Lucifer can reliably do, its ignore a problem. Its his special talent to be able to simply not register any smoke or embers until its an all-engulfing, burning blaze.
With how close the two of you were getting, Lucifer should have seen the signs. He should have noticed the warmth that stained his face, the excitement that burned in his stomach to the point of making him sick, as well as the pure sense of comfort and affection that welled up in his chest. He should have done alot of things. But instead, every thought, every notion Lucifer got that there is more, that there is something beautiful blossoming between you two is thrown to the wayside. Buried deep, to be dealt with later.
Until it can’t be dealt with later. Until it bursts out in a way only Lucifer can manage to do; on complete accident.
Neither of you remember how the conversation started, or honestly, the majority of what was said. You were folding what felt like endless paper crafts for Charlie. All while Lucifer rambled to you about his latest duck related project. He fiddled and spun one of said ducks in his hands, using it as a fidget toy while he spoke. Lucifer did… attempt to help you when he found you. But you correctly assessed that he would be much more of a detriment then an asset with his mind so focused elsewhere. So here you two were; him passionately talking your ear off while you did the delicate work he couldn’t.
When it happened, it was sudden. Lucifer had just bounced up to leave when the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could catch them; “That sounds great! I love you, Duckie~”
Just like that, it was like a live bomb had been dropped between you two. Time itself seemed to stop and both of you remained completely still. Lucifer’s heart pounded; blood rushing so fast it was deafening. His hands trembled. He could already feel overwhelmed tears pricking at his eyes and fogging up his vision. He could feel his lungs burning for air while he fought to keep his breathing steady. He wanted to run. He wanted to hide in his room and cry. He wanted to turn to you and try and explain and beg you not to leave him…
But instead Lucifer just stood there. Frozen. Paralyzed in fear that he had just broken whatever you two had going. That he had ruined his only chance at a fresh start like he ruins everything else-
“Do you mean that?”
Your gentle words broke through Lucifer’s rapid spiral and put a harsh stop to any further thoughts in his head. He simply blinked dumbly a few times. A subconscious attempt to get rid of the excess wetness in his eyes. “W-w-what?”
“Do you…” Lucifer could hear the trembling in your soft voice. The hesitance in your breathe as you held it for a moment to try and gather yourself before finishing, “…really love me?”
At that, Lucifer finally found it in himself to turn around and look at you. In your eyes he saw the exact same fear that he had. Fear of the future. Fear of pain. Fear of the inevitable.
For the first time in forever, Lucifer felt understood. For the first time, Lucifer felt that something for him might turn out okay after all.
“Yes. I love you so much.”
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Vox had certainly thought about the words. He had said them to you in his head countless times. But he had yet to work up the courage to actually say them to you outloud. Everytime Vox was sure it was going to happen, they would always end up catching in his throat. Then his thoughts would start racing, his fans suddenly whirring trying to keep him from overheating, and the words would end up dying before he could get his shit together.
What if he was moving too fast? The last thing he wanted to do was jump the gun. Especially when it came to you. What if he says it too soon, coming off desperate and scaring you off? Or worse, what if he got the timing wrong? What if those words, those ever important words, came out at the worst possible moment? Vox was well aware that his own lightness and euphoria could be blinding him to your mental state. What if he was reading the entire situation wrong?
What if… you just didn’t feel the same?
That was the notion that ended it. Ended any attempt or thoughts Vox possibly had of confessing. Vox was pretty sure he couldn't handle another heartbreak. Another rejection. So he kept the words to himself and settled for whatever it was you had now. Your current “relationship” was better then the possible alternative. So he would settle. Vox told himself he was okay with whatever scraps he got like he always did.
You had gracelessly fallen asleep on Vox one evening; the movie marathon he had coaxed you into losing the battle with your sleep deprived self. When Vox noticed your body relax against him as you fell asleep, he couldn't help but chuckle lovingly. It was cute and… sweet that you trusted him like this. Enough to fall asleep on him like something out of a stupid teen romance.
Vox hummed to himself and playfully rolled his eyes, shifting around so you could sleep more comfortably on his chest. He held you close, his claws gently petting you and his heart beating a little too loudly in his own head for his liking. Despite how much he complained, in whatever poor attempts he did to keep up his bravado, Vox would be lying if he said he didn’t love moments like this. Moments where you two were just something from a stupid romance.
Vox continued his humming, but now with more purpose. It was as if he was trying to sooth you. To lull you into a deeper sleep. He gently pressed his screen against the top of your head in a makeshift kiss. The words escaped his mouth before he could consciously register them; a gentle “I love you.” It just felt… right in that moment. For once, he wasn't panicking internally or overheating with dread at your possible response. Everything was calm. Quiet. Besides, it wasn't like you were even awake to hear him anyway…
“…I love you too.”
Vox immediately went silent and every muscle in his body tensed. He wasn't fully sure he heard you right at first. That is, if he didn't outright hallucinate it. Your words were groggy, partially slurred; clearly having responded to him in your sleep.
But did that fact really matter? You had said it to him. You said the words back. So you must have loved him on some level, right? Vox could feel himself trembling as his grip on you tightened protectively, as if you were at threat of being taken away from him in that very moment. As if you might just slip away through his fingers like a gust of wind. Vox pulls your sleeping form ever closer, curling around you, desperate to be as close as he can possibly be.
He swears from that moment on, that he is never going to let you go.
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Alastor ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
Alastor had… honestly never really thought about those words. Or even what best describes his own feelings for you for that matter. He simply acknowledged that, yes, he did feel some sort of… “affection” towards you. So “affection” was what he called it. It didn’t matter what it actually was. You seemed to return it. You let him express his feelings how he wished. Things between you two seemed to be going swell. So… was there really a need to name it?
Alastor certainly didn't think so. Perhaps it was just in his roots to not give something like that a name. A name acknowledges it. Gives it shape. Gives it power. A name makes something tangible. Turns the ethereal into something to be wielded. Either for, or against you. But that was the risk you accepted when you played with fire. That its flame could scorch you and leave you just as charred as those you hoped to use it against.
It was early. Dreadfully early. But Alastor was wide awake and in the Hotel kitchen preparing the residential breakfast. Already singing and humming to himself like it wasn't too early for even the birds. Your footsteps were weighted with sleep as you meandered your way towards the kitchen. Alastor’s only acknowledgment of you was the flick of his ears when you stomped particularly loud.
You lethargically pulled out one of the dining chairs, unintentionally dragging one of its legs against the floor and making a horrid squeal. Most people would have been terrified at the sight of the radio demon visibly recoiling at the sound; his ears flattening back as he shot you a look over his shoulder. But you were not most people.
Instead, you settled yourself. Your head leaning sleepily against your arms on the table while the radio demon simply stared, motionless at you.
“Dear.” Alastor only spoke when you started staring back. Unabashedly meeting his unwavering eyes with your own. His voice crackled with static. “You-are aware of how early it is, aren't you?”
You gave an affirming hum. “Are you?”
Alastor visibly retracted himself, slowly turning back to his work despite his ears remaining pinned back. He… didn’t actually have a response for that. You both knew he had no business being here at this hour. Especially since his only reason for being the Hotel’s chef at all was some misplaced sense of culinary pride.
So Alastor resigned himself and silently continued. Slowly relaxing once again into his normal rhythm as you watched from the table. Your eyes tracing his every movement like he was a show in and of himself. Looking at him like he was a work of art.
“Al?”
Alastor simply made an acknowledging sound at your inquiry. Letting you know that he had heard you, but most of his attention was still on preparing the Hotel’s breakfast.
“I love you.”
It wasn't a groundbreaking declaration. Something yelled in a moment of despair and desperation as if the earth itself was being ripped out from under you. The ground certainly wasn't breaking apart at your words now. No. This was just a simple acknowledgment. A voicing of fact.
Perhaps that reverence was what gave Alastor pause. Made him actually consider the notion.
Love. Was that what this was? Was that this tightness, this need he had deep in his chest? Was that the name of this longing, this warmth he felt whenever you were too wonderfully close or pulled away too far? Was this… fondness, this comfort he had in moments like these… what love was?
“Alastor?”
He didnt notice he had slowly stopped what he was doing. So lost in thought that he had ceased all motion. Alastor looked back at you and affectionately chuckled when he saw the concerned look in your eyes. He found himself with a genuine smile for once. Not the usual grin that he plastered on, the one that could easily find itself more on the side of a snarl then a grin. But a real smile that reached his eyes.
“I’m fine, Love. Just thinking is all.”
If this was what love was, then he could certainly learn to live with it.
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AN: Happy Valentines day everyone! I hope ya'll find real love and happiness while I'm over here gargling my fictional men (˵˘ ³˘˵)
(Also tag which type of love/way of saying 'I love you' you are; I'm Luci ◉〰◉)
LINKS AND FURTHER READING ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
My Masterlist for my Other Work: >>HERE<<
The Angel Dust Section: >>HERE<<
AO3 Archive Link: >>HERE<<
Ngl, Vox's section was inspired by the strange like... silent agreement that alot of people have that Vox definitely tells you he loves you while your sleeping. Ive noticed a bunch of people have him do that in their fics and its just funny to me that so many people have come to the same conclusion.
One such fic is this adorable little drabble over >>HERE<< by @voxisdaddy
There is a super cute post about trying (and failing) to cook for Alastor and Lucifer and them having to step in to help you by @alastor-x-reader-stories over >>HERE<<
ALSO HAVE THIS STUUUPIDDD-- fic that I actually almost had a panic attack over because I couldn't find it and I thought it got deleted-ANYWAY. Its by @girlboypersonthingy and its a wonderful fic about Lucifer desperately pining over the reader and I reread it ALOT its over >>HERE<<
OKAY SO. Um... This was supposed to be apart of a special Valentines Day post later this week? But the rat that controls my brain started overclocking on its wheel and I ended up with an entire story, oops. So enjoy some rot I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
SUMMERY: Angel knew. He had heard it all before. Love always came with strings attached. An empty word held up by promises, dreams, and what-ifs. Like feelings themselves are a commodity. But when he feels it well up in his own chest, the spider cant help but give it to you freely. Without his web attached.
Contents/WARNINGS: Angel Dust/Reader; gender neutral reader; no use of y/n; Valentino mention; allusions to cheating, abuse, addictions, all that nasty stuff in the first couple paragraphs; reader gets sensory overload; reader is kinda a loser actually ⊙︿⊙''
Cavity inducing fluff under the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
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Love, huh? Not really something the famous Angel Dust thought about. Especially in this industry. Oh yeah, he had heard all about love… And all the wicked ways it wrecked people. How it came into lives like a hurricane. How it swept people off their feet and was all highs and elation one moment, before it decided to leave just as quick as it came in. Taking their dignity, house, and whatever else it could, leaving people with nothing to their name but a feverish addiction. A violent itch that they didn't even have a second person to help them scratch anymore.
That's how many ended up in Valentino’s arms after all. And Angel had heard it all before. Quite possibly every single way you could say the word. But it always sounded like an excuse to him. An empty word full of promises and dreams that never actually amounted to anything. A word always held up high on a pedestal like it was something sacred, but only ever used to manipulate. A word means nothing if there isn't anything solid to back it up.
Angel was… pretty sure that same type of mindset was how he had ended up here. But to be perfectly honest, Angel doesn't… exactly remember what the initial point of this task was even was. Just that Charlie had dragged the entire hotel residency to a carnival for some type of “bonding exercise”. An exercise which was quickly thrown to the wayside as everyone scattered like rats into the bright lights and loud music to do their own thing. Leaving the poor Princess to figure out how in the world she was going to retrieve all of you.
Luckily, Angel had managed to keep track of you in the chaos. Gripping your hand in his and running you towards the game booths with the stupidest grin on his face. He was so excited!! He was practically vibrating. You two were going to absolutely decimate this place-
Only then did Angel Dust stop and realize just how overwhelmed you looked. You were like a deer in headlights. Not knowing where to look or what to focus on. Everything was just so loud and bright-
“Hey-ah, hun’?”
Angel Dust could see your eyes frantically darting about, your gaze getting completely lost in the noise. So he took your hand in two of his and crouched down in an attempt to block your field of vision. To make it easier for you to focus just on him. It seemed to work. Your anxious eyes meeting his worried ones. You squeezed his hands in a poor attempt to give him some kind of positive affirmation. But mostly you needed to feel his grip in yours. To ground yourself and not fully freak out.
“…you okay?”
You had to steady your breathing before you could focus on Angel’s words. But once that question hit, it hit like a brick. You suddenly felt like your face was on fire, burning from the sheer embarrassment. Embarrassment at the situation, made worse by the concerned attentiveness Angel was showing you.
But there was no hiding it now. “Yeah, I just-um…” And there was no way the spider was going to let you live this down. “…have never actually been to a carnival before…”
That. That was how this entire mess started.
It took him a second. A few, long seconds to fully register what you had said. But when he did, the biggest, toothiest grin you had ever seen shot across Angel’s face.
“Oh, hun’! I’d be honored to show you how to play at a carnival~ Let me show you how to wreck these stupid games-”
Unbeknownst to you, Angel had made it his sworn mission in that moment to win something from every single booth. Just to show that he could. And unbeknownst to you, you were going to be playing them all right beside him. You were dragged up and down every single corner and tent for hours in that place. Angel excitedly leading the way. Constantly checking behind to make sure you were there and grabbing for your hand when he was unsure you were going to make it to the next tent.
Angel had to have lived by a fair. He had to have been a carnie, or his sibling was, or something. At least, thats what you told yourself. Mostly because you needed a valid reason that Angel was crushing every single game while you couldn’t win a single thing. Every. Time. Angel would win a prize, if not the grand prize in two or three tries. All while you struggled and flailed like a fish tossed on the deck of a ship.
Strangely enough, it… didn't feel bad though. Yeah, the pity looks some of the carnies gave you made you want to die a second time, but Angel was having the time of his life. It had taken you ten minutes, ten minutes, to toss a golf-ball into a fishbowl. All while Angel had nearly laughed himself to the point of puking at your anguish. You were honestly surprised he still had a voice at all at this point.
But when you did it, you were so elated that you had actually did it. That you had won something. You rushed to Angel to show off the small keychain you had won while his many arms were full of his winnings. Angel simply looked at your proud face with pure adoration through his tear fogged eyes. Affectionately ruffling your hair, before managing to rasp out between chuckles, “Great job, hun’. I love ya’.”
Angel just… felt it in that moment. He silently accepted that he had laughed himself completely stupid at your utter failure of every game you played that night. He was very familiar with the feelings of euphoria. But less so when it was naturally occurring like it was then.
Your already sparkling eyes shone like stars at that moment. You were absolutely radiant; and Angel Dust felt like his face was in agony from how wide he was now smiling. Paired with the continued strain of his laughter.
Your eyes had that light to them for the rest of the night. Despite how much money, tickets, or balls you wasted on your cursed carnival gaming experience. All while Angel Dust bore his grin and wheezed out whatever laughter his vocal cords could still manage. It was strange. Being happy with no strings attached. Happy just because someone else was. If thats what love actually was; Angel was glad he got to experience it once.
But for now, Angel couldn't wait until you both got back to the hotel. So he can put all this stuff in your room and watch as you realize that he had won these prizes for you.
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LINKS AND FURTHER READING ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
My Masterlist for my Other Work: >>HERE<<
AO3 Archive Link: >>HERE<<
I...apperientally need to read more Angel Dust content. So here are some smaller, assorted things which include him:
Post by @voxsremotec0ck about how the Hazbin characters react to you giving them a nice, polite smile and wave >>HERE<<
Post by @writteninlunarlight-years about what some of the Hazbin character's ideal s/o would be like and what attracts them to someone >>HERE<<
I KNOW. This is technically a deactivated account but I really love this dumb post about being roommates with the different Hazbin characters. You can find an archive of it over >>HERE<<
Dumbass post. I was brainrotting about if the Hazbin characters would prefer morning or night sex and why. So here we got a lineup of Angel Dust, Lucifer, Vox, Husk, and Adam and what their preferences are.
Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; no use of y/n; Adam's section is lowkey a shitpost; also I got rambley in Husk's section sorry about that
(18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
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Angel Dust - Morning Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
Might be surprising at first, but it makes sense the more you think about it. Sex between Angel and his partner doesn't happen too terribly often, in fact, its more of a blue moon thing.
I mean, Angel's job is nothing but sex. So the last thing he wants to do is come home to more of it. Its like asking a professional chef to also cook all your family's meals. Its not that he doesn't like it, its just... alot.
Angel loves you because you see him as more then a sex object. You saw past his lewd jokes and constant flirting. When you two spend time together, despite what others may assume you two are doing, its just that, time together. Watching movies, doing eachother's nails, doomscrolling... Your Angel's safe person.
Yeah you two are very touchy feely with eachother normally but it never escalates too far. Angel Dust likes to just run up to you, pull you in his arms and just smooch you. You two will also often get into little playfights (especially ticklefights) which Angel always wins because he has extra arms the cheater.
So on the rare occasion things actually do get steamy between you two, it always happens in the gentle light of the morning. You always wake up, protectively encircled in Angel's arms. And it always happens with laughter.
The two of you making jokes at your sleep disheveled appearance, kissing smeared makeup that you forgot to cleanup the night before. Your legs wrapping tighter around eachother and your words turning teasing as you feel the effect the close proximity is having on the other.
You'll gently hold Angel's face while he nuzzle's into yours. Your hips grinding together lethargically, but with purpose. Your both already messy from sleep, so what's a little more added to it?
Not only is it easier to clean, which is always a plus in Angel's book, but Angel seems much more... calm. Serene, even. He is much calmer and happier throughout the day, less likely to jump at people or make rash decisions. Guess gentle sex is just the perfect way to wake up.
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Lucifer - Night Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
Not even a hard choice for him. I imagine Lucifer kind of being old timey in this regard. He thinks of the mornings less as 'sexy time' and more as 'bonding time'. Its a time dedicated specifically for you two to kiss, cuddle, and most importantly, snuggle. Believe me, short king wants all the snuggles.
Lucifer doesn't really start getting horny until at least after breakfast; usually not even until noon-ish. Then he turns into a sex gremlin. Breakfast especially is kind of like a weirdly sacred, saccharine time between you two.
One of Lucifer's many love languages is cooking, so he takes a special pride in making you a wonderful breakfast. He will sit right next to you at the table, his legs flush against yours, and ask you all about your plans for the day. No; it doesn't matter to him that your mouth is full. He wants to hear all about it!
Once you two part from breakfast, its like a switch gets flipped. Lucifer suddenly changes from the wholesome; "Your so beautiful, Duckie! *kisses and nuzzles you*" to the much more dangerous, "Your so beautiful, Duckie~ *goes down on his knees in between your legs*"
Its like the miniscule amount of time he has spent apart from you has left him absolutely starved of your touch and taste. You've only been apart for an hour or two... Yet Lucifer is acting like a man who just came back from war; like he has been deprived of your touch for an ungodly amount of time and now he has to make up for it.
The less time you spend with him throughout the day, the more wild he gets at night. Lucifer misses you so bad. It often ends up culminating in you two having a sex marathon to "make up" for lost time together.
On the flip side, if you two spend the entire day together, Lucifer is a complete sweetheart instead of a horndog when night comes. Instead of pulling you to the bed with wanton moans, frantic kisses, and wandering hands; Lucifer brings you in with adoring eyes, a teasing grin, and cheerful giggles. He has had such a wonderful day with you and is ready to top it all off with the perfect snuggle session.
Look. Lucifer just... really doesn't like being alone okay? He doesn't want to spend a single moment away from you. Every second away from you is a second wasted to him.
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Vox - Morning Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
If he had to choose, Vox would pick morning sex. Its the time he feels he gets to actually enjoy you. He isnt exhausted (yet) and he isnt all stressed out from... everything at work. So its inherently so much better.
True, sex in the evenings is also great when it happens. But Vox always feels guilty about it in the pit of his stomach. He is so much rougher and more aggressive in the evenings because of how frustrated his work makes him.
Its not inaccurate to say that in the mornings, Vox makes love; while at night, he fucks. The mornings let him admire you and become so much more then just sex. But as the hours wear on him, sex changes to an outlet, a needed release.
Of course, as the hard switch he is, this is assuming Vox is even in the mood for a good fuck. Sometimes when he comes home, all he wants is to lay back and let someone else do the work for once. Especially after a long day of putting out fires from incompetent employees or cleaning up messes left by the other two Vees.
In the mornings, none of this is an issue. There is no playing roulette with Vox's mood. There is no underlying frustration or stress to it. Its just... nice. Something Vox isnt used to. Something he doesn't get much of in his life. Normally things always come with a caveat or strings attached.
You both wake up in eachother's arms and greet the other with kisses. Kisses that either grow deep and needy; or teasing and playful. Sometimes you both claw at one another in a desperate bid to get as close as two bodies physically can. Other times you both laugh and look into eachother's eyes lovingly as your hips gently move in sync.
Its never one of you over the other or one of you having to take charge. You both move together. Both of you wanting, needing this as much as the other.
Vox never thought he would get to experience euphoria like this. To love someone who loves him back like this. But he wouldn't trade it for anything now that he has it. He would rather burn the world down then let you go.
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Husk - Night Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
Hate to say it, but sex only really happens later on because of how hungover Husk is in the mornings. He always feels super sick right after he wakes up. Both from the hangover and the alcohol withdrawals soooo... yeah. Morning sex isnt happening.
Husk hates mornings in general anyways. Anything louder then a pindrop is deafening, everyone (Charlie and Niffty) wont stop running around, and Husk really just needs to get some booze in his system before he actually dies a second time. Its best not to engage with him until later on.
Even disregarding the whole hangover aspect; Husk tends to get more... handsy as the day wears on. As more alcohol accumulates in his system. It is an inhibition suppressant after all.
God help you if your blushy or easily flustered. Because Husk has a playful side and is one hell of a tease.
If your observant, you'll start noticing this coming out in the late afternoon. Husk now seems to lean in slightly when your telling him a story; his hands gently graze yours when he hands you a drink; and his voice seems to drop an octave. Especially when he laughs.
It gets so much worse in the evenings. The leaning in is much more obvious; Husk even rests his elbows on the counter like you have the most interesting thing to say. Husk also now touches you at every opportunity he gets, purposely tracing a claw over your shoulder or rubbing his body against you as he slides past.
Husk won't push it too far or be too obvious in front of people. But he always has a knowing smile on his face when you blush. His tail playfully flicks back and forth when you give a particularly adorable reaction.
Unfortunately, Husk is just that; a goddamn tease. He might whisper something nasty into your ear if he is drunk enough and the mood is right. But he isnt going to actually initiate anything. Husk wants to make sure your 100% into it, so its up to you to break that threshold.
When you do, he is all green flags. You two might have to sneak away from his post thanks to Alastor's watchful eye or straight up fuck behind the counter while no one is looking; but the old cat is absolutely going to enjoy every second he can steal away with you.
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Adam - Yes ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
Honestly couldn't give less of a fuck. Literally the first man, he was MADE to fuck. Do you really think he cares? Cause he don't.
Adam is down to fuck all day, every day, 24/7, 365 days a year. It doesn't matter time or place. His baby needs to be dicked down?That takes priority over everything; nothing else matters at that moment. He will find a place to dick you down. No shame.
One strangely good thing about Adam is that he is actually aware his libido is superhuman and not normal. He may use bad pickup lines, make dirty jokes, or straight up ask 'hey, wanna fuck?' But once you say no, he leaves you alone. He will never actually push it.
So yeah, Adam, the first man, oddly respects consent?? The guy has more respect for people then Valentino.
On that note; since Adam is highkey always horny, he has a weird thing where he can't... comprehend people who don't keep it in their pants. Because to Adam; he is always suppressing urges. Always keeping his lust in check.
So when he finds out someone couldn't, or didn't, do that? He is just pissed. (One of the many big reasons he despises Lucifer) Adam's mindset is literally 'just use your hand if its that bad'. Like I said; oddly respectful.
ANYWAY. Like I said, Adam won't ever push it. However, he does make sure that you know his dick is hard and ready whenever you want it. Adam is at your disposal. If you indicate to him in anyway that you are horny, he is ready to go.
Wake up in the middle of the night from a dream? Wake him up too so he can fuck the memory out of you. Adam might be annoyed at first, but as soon as he realizes what's going on, he is so into it.
Are you a female and on your period? He doesn't mind! Adam knows from experience how horny some women get during that time of the month; as well as how a good fuck can relieve cramps.
Out of everyone on this list, Adam is the one you want to pick if you just want a horny motherfucker. Yes, he beats out a pornstar and the literal devil in how much he likes to fuck.
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LINKS AND FURTHER READING ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡
My Masterlist for my Other Work: >>HERE<<
AO3 Archive Link: >>HERE<<
Check out this SPICY post by @silasours on what some of the Hazbin men's favorite sex positions are with short fics included >>HERE<<
For something on the fluffy and angsty side, there is a wonderful post by @wysteria-bloom on the Hazbin guys comforting you when they see you crying at a party >>HERE<<
Salutations all! Just letting everyone know that I've gone through all my posts and updated everything with alt text to make it more accessible. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Also I now have everything up on my AO3 and will be posting on there alongside this blog. So if you prefer to read on there, thats also an option! о( ˶^▾^˶ )о
Please let me know if there is any tweaks, things I can do, or keep in mind to make this blog easier for you to use. I have a family member and close friend with dyslexia, so I've been trying to use emphasis and colors in my posts to assist with that.
In case anyone is interested, here are some references for blog, website, and graphic designing in a disability friendly way~
I heard someone use a pickup line along the lines of; "How about I have you for breakfast?" I thought it was both hilarious and got... strangely inspired from it? So here I am writing a Lucifer/Reader story using it as the prompt. (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)
Summery: You wake up to wonderfully melodic Lucifer cooking you a breakfast fit for a king. However, food is the last thing on your mind with how the beautiful angel before you keeps sensually moving his perfect body without realizing it...
Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; reader's genitals are not mentioned; no use of y/n; oral sex, male receiving; crying during sex; Lucifer protests a bit at the start but don't worry he is super into it and its all consensual
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It was one of those mornings. Sleep attempting to drown you. Your mind cloudy as if you hadn't rested at all. It took awhile for you to fully wake up. But even before you did, the back of your mind knew something was wrong. Something was off. You instinctively reached for your partner, before you realized the problem.
He wasn't there.
Even in your foggy state, you started to grow concerned. Lucifer was not one to leave the bed without morning cuddles and several kisses (at the very least). If he left at all, that is. It was more accurate to call him a ‘bedbody' instead of a homebody. It wasn't until you started to get out of the bed that you smelt the wonderful aromas now filling the house. Ah, thats where he was.
You smiled to yourself as you quietly approached the kitchen. You could hear Lucifer’s singing even from down the hallway. Days like this were rare; when he woke up in such a jovial mood. But when it did happen, it made all the bad days worth it.
And today was certainly going to be worth it. You could tell by the way you were greeted by the adorable sight of Lucifer, who was still in his duck pajamas, wearing a very classic red and white heart apron. Your amused smile turned into a loving grin as you leaned on the archway, fully taking in the sight before you.
Lucifer was completely in his own head at the moment. Buzzing to and fro the entire kitchen, making three separate things at once. You highly doubted he would have noticed you come in, even discounting his morning singing and little dances around the room. You had to admit, the view from where you stood was nice. Lucifer mostly had his back turned to you, and the apron he wore accentuated his waist nicely. His ass always looked nice; but the red of the apron drew the eye and seemed to frame it perfectly.
Part of you felt bad. Here Lucifer was, making a three course breakfast for you. A experience fit for actual royalty. Yet you were too busy leering at him to care or even pay attention to what he was making. But the other part of you had to admit the truth; even if you were paying attention, you would have no idea what he was making. You were neither a chef nor royalty. Anything past eggs or pancakes was beyond you.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you noticed Lucifer clearing down. It amazed you how efficient the angel could be when he wanted to. His decades, maybe centuries, of practice showing in how fast and precisely he put things back in their rightful place. Yet, his usual air-headedness also showed in how he simply dumped everything that was even kind of dirty into the sink to be dealt with later. You held back a chuckle, watching Lucifer grumble as he attempted to wash his hands in the now over-flowing sink. Guess it was now or never...
“Good morning, Luci.” You felt your face start to burn and you tried to subtly clear your throat. That came out much more… husky then you intended.
Lucifer must have really been in his own world. He visibly jumped and squeaked when you spoke. But as soon as his eyes landed on you, his entire being relaxed and softened. A loving, dopey grin taking over his face. “Good morning, Duckie! I made breakfast~”
His love for you was infectious. You felt yourself returning the look as you made your way across the room. Lucifer sidestepped, quickly drying his hands on a nearby towel. You wrapped your arms around the cheerful angel, hugging him from behind and resting your head in the crook of his neck. Lucifer hummed and swayed gently; nuzzling up into you and placing his hands upon yours.
The moment was serene. The moment was perfect. You would have loved for it to last forever.
But as it stood, you had a very happy; very beautiful; very handsome man in your arms. One who was sensually rubbing his ass against you without realizing it. After a few moments, you began to feel a familiar heat rising in your chest. Once again, Lucifer was completely lost in the moment; snuggling up against you. Unaware of how your eyes started to drink in his form; his still sleep tussled hair; his exposed neck…
That was what did you in.
“I missed you in the bed this morning…” You practically purred. You kissed and licked at Lucifer’s jawline. Judging by the way the angel went from practically limp in your arms one moment, to completely rigid the next; he had finally caught on. You chuckled against his skin as Lucifer let out a surprised whimper, unintentionally lolling his head back and exposing even more skin. You took the opportunity to latch onto his neck, drawing out a rather hapless, breathless cry.
Your grip on his waist tightened. Now locking his body to yours. One of Lucifer’s hands went to brace himself against the counter, while the other went up to your head as if to push you away. But when you bit down on his neck, Lucifer seemed to change his mind. His claws gripping at your hair instead.
“Oohhh-Duckie…” Now that wouldn’t do. ‘Duckie’ was your ‘cutesy’ name. The petname Lucifer used when one of you was being adorable or he was overcome with love. He never used it in the throes of passion. Clearly, you needed to try harder. You continued nipping at Lucifer’s neck, while one of your hands began to snake its way under his apron. “Duckie-Darling…” There it is.
Lucifer’s mind had started to grow cloudy once he felt your fingers on his thigh. Once you began to palm his half-hard cock, he was gone.
“Ah! Ahh-oohhh… Please-” Both of Lucifer’s clawed hands now gripped at the counter for dear life. The sudden jolts of pleasure from your hand were like raw electricity right to his brain. “Darling…” Lucifer pleaded. You were sure it was intended to be a protest, but it sounded more desperate then anything. “Its early…”
Lucifer squirmed pathetically in your hold. He made no attempts to escape but was trying his absolute hardest to not thrust his hips into your touch. Which resulted in him grinding backwards against you instead. You didn't even think Lucifer was aware of what he was doing to you. So focused on his own dick…
“Oh…oohh…” Lucifer looked down at your hand disappointedly when you stopped rubbing him through his pants. But you felt his whole body tense in excitement as he realized your hand was instead now clumsily working to free his cock. Ever the impatient man, Lucifer quickly brought his own hands down to assist you in undoing the buttons of his sleep pants.
Lucifer threw his head back against you and cried out when you finally touched him; immediately setting a slow, steady pace meant to drive the angel mad. His claws were right back against the counter; bracing himself against it like you were actually fucking him. Like he could collapse at any moment. “W-wha-what’s gotten into you..?”
Despite his attempts at verbal protest, Lucifer’s traitorous body melted into you and his breathing quickly grew ragged. You worked his shaft with steady, practiced precision; and Lucifer was a weak man ready to break.
He turned towards you and attempted to gasp out another excuse, “We-we haven’t even had breakfast yet-ahHHH-!” Lucifer interrupted his own words with an arch and a cry; ripped from him as you suddenly swiped your palm over his leaking head.
You hummed in fake thought as his hands now desperately reached back and grabbed at you. One of them latched onto the bicep of the arm that was currently pumping him. You loved the way you could feel his claws tremble. “What if I wanted you for breakfast?” You gave a toothy grin as you heard Lucifer gasp. If it was even possible, the glow of his yellow blush grew even deeper and was now spreading down his chest. He must have really liked that idea, going solely off the way you felt his cock jump in anticipation.
Lucifer whined and pleaded, arching up to chase your touch as you pulled your hands away. Desperate cries of please, please, please poured from his mouth unrestrained. But they were cut off with a yelp as you hoisted the small angel into your arms.
Lucifer immediately wrapped his lithe arms around you, his mouth moving to kiss and lick at your neck. You wondered for a moment if it was vengeance for earlier. But quickly disregarded the thought. You doubted Lucifer could think that far at the moment.
Luckily, you didn’t need to carry him all the way to the bedroom. You had the perfect spot for this, since Lucifer had yet to set the kitchen table...
You gently detached Lucifer from your neck and laid him down on the beautiful, ebony table. Lucifer did little to resist you. His eyes clouded with raw lust, and his claws moving on their own to brace themselves against the wooden surface above his head. His half-lidded eyes followed you as you circled the table like a predator. Stopping once you were able to lecherously look down upon him from in between his legs.
Your face was starting to hurt from how wide you were smiling. But you couldn't possibly help it. Not with Lucifer, the King of Hell, the Sin of Pride; sprawled out and limp on the table below you like an actual meal. Like he was the lamb being offered to a hungry god on the face of an alter.
Lucifer's face was blush stained and his eyes were pleading. Part of you wanted to tease him and make him beg, but the other part of you wanted to overwhelm him until he broke. Lucifer knew he was completely at your mercy too, with the way he trembled under your hot gaze as your eyes dragged over the sinful display he was making. You swore you could hear the faint sound of scratching against wood as your eyes roamed. Lucifer looked away in embarrassment when your eyes finally settled on his cock.
A lustful growl erupted from your throat. The apron did little to hide Lucifer’s cock; standing nearly perfectly upright, at proud attention. You could feel Lucifer’s anticipation in the air as you lifted the apron up to bunch against his waist. Quickly, you finished what the two of you had started earlier; removing his pants and tossing them carelessly to the side.
His cock was gorgeous. Subtle curve, with a wonderfully flared head. Precum dripping steadily from the tip. In that moment, you made your decision.
You were going to overwhelm him.
Lucifer let out a absolutely obscene sound as you took as much of him into your mouth as you could in one go. You heard the -CRACK- of Lucifer’s restraint snapping; the sound of his claws breaking into the surface of your once flawless table. Instinctively, Lucifer’s trembling legs spread impossibly wide for you. Your grip on his thighs tightened as you locked Lucifer in the new, wonderful position he had put himself in.
“Ah-AH-ahhh…” Lucifer’s moans had become more of a chant as you mercilessly sucked him down. There was no easing into it. It was just suddenly all tongue and throat and oh god, how did he get this lucky?
It was too much. It was not enough. Lucifer’s claws dug deeper into the wooden table, undoubtedly leaving discernible grooves of his fingers now. Lucifer felt like he was hanging on for dear life as he screwed his eyes shut, a few overwhelmed tears escaping. His entire torso twisted and writhed underneath you while his legs shook uncontrollably. He was desperate for more. He was desperate to get away. Yet, all his squirming did nothing with the iron grip you had on his pelvis.
But just as quickly as you had descended on him; you were gone. The only sound Lucifer was able to make was a protesting, wanton whine. It was as if you had sucked the very air from his lungs, leaving him panting and out of breath. Lucifer’s lust fogged eyes fluttered open to look into yours. To see why you had stopped.
“Lucifer?” You said his name so sweetly. So… unfitting of the lewd position you two were currently in. Him, spread eagle on the table in front of you; an apron the only thing hiding the shameful sight of Lucifer’s weeping, twitching cock from his own eyes. You, absentmindedly rubbing Lucifer’s inner thighs with your thumbs as you kept him spread nice and wide; the innocent look on your face betrayed by a smear of precum on the side of your mouth.
Lucifer swore you had to be an angel in that moment. Someone destined for heaven but sent here for him. Just for him. “Y-yes, Dove?”
You placed a gentle kiss to the side of his knee before smiling at him tenderly. “I love you.”
It was as if those words, those three simple words, set every nerve ending inside Lucifer alight. He simultaneously felt too aware of his own body, and as if you had suddenly knocked him out. Lucifer felt his heart stutter and skip when the words were uttered. Then each rapid pound against his ribcage that followed. But his mind was being drowned by the echoing of rushing blood. Not to mention the heat that Lucifer felt suddenly burning him from within.
“Ooohh…” It was as if the words themselves had granted Lucifer physical pleasure as he arched off the table and groaned. “I love you too…”
You gave a pleased smile before promptly returning to your previous position, taking the entirety of him into your mouth once again.
Lucifer thrashed as he brokenly cried. Maybe your words really did set his nervous system on fire. Everything felt so much more intense now. Lucifer’s eyes were wide, yet unseeing. His vision cast in a blurry haze due to the overwhelmed tears that were now streaming down his face. “Oh god, I love you.”
He didn’t last long. You knew he wouldn't either with his convulsing body and delirious declarations of love. Lucifer arched off the table, screwing his eyes shut, nearly screaming as he came. His legs shook violently and he tried in vain to spread even wider as you drank him down.
Lucifer finally went limp. Gasping for air like it had been knocked out of him. He whimpered and convulsed from oversensitivity when you pulled your mouth off him. Lucifer had cum so hard that you couldn't possibly swallow it all; leaving a coating along the side of his dick and a rather scandalous trail on the side of your face. But you paid it no mind as you went to dampen a nearby washcloth so you could clean up your lovely angel.
It took a few moments for Lucifer to gather the energy to sit up. Still leaning on his arms heavily as you returned to the table. Lucifer stared at you with complete adoration as you wiped him down. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the involuntary twitches and gasps Lucifer let loose as you cleaned him. Lucifer softly kissed your forehead, then gently brought his hands up to cradle your face as you finished.
His eyes gazed into yours lovingly. His thumb stroked your cheek, swiping away some of the cum that was left there. “So beautiful…” He murmured; making your heart skip. Even with your debauched face, Lucifer still saw you as perfect.
You had to kiss him. You couldn't resist. Lucifer met you in the middle, for a passionate, yet surprisingly chaste kiss. But you were reminded for a moment of what a devil the man in front of you actually was. When you parted, his serpentine tongue flicked out across your cheek; cleaning your face of his own spend. Lucifer laughed and licked his lips. Enjoying his own taste.
You were frozen. Ironic; considering the burning blush that had now taken over your face. Lucifer lent forward, resting his forehead against yours as he affectionately grinned.
“How about we have a real breakfast now?”
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Lucifer is singing in a “language you can’t understand”
Lucifer’s pajamas are those like button-up type pajamas. They are slightly too big so they bunch up around his ankles, he can hide his hands in the sleeves, and he can do that flappy thing with them (YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT EVERYONE HAS DONE IT). But yeah just overall comfy vibes with it
The apron is like one of those stereotypical 50s housewife heart aprons lol
I might draw a picture of the pajamas and apron at some point? Who knows
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Pspspsps; not sure if you take requests... But if you do, can you write like. Vox pining and having a mega crush on the reader? However, the reader is taken. so Vox keeps seeing all the sweet, adorable things they do for their partner and is like 'why can't that be me? why am I stuck with Valentino goddamn it"
JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY
It started as a regular day for Vox—dealing with the Vees PR and HR departments, watching his cameras, and making sure the company sailed smoothly. That was until he saw a pretty doll hanging off the Radio Demon’s arm. Who was she? Since when had Alastor ever let anyone get that close to him?
It didn’t matter. Vox had now made it his personal mission to find out more information about you. He spends the day in his monitor room voogling (googling) your name and stalking your social media accounts. He can’t help the rage he feels when he finds out you’re dating Alastor—yet he doesn’t know why he feels that way.
Over the next week, he goes out of his way to bump into you in the street when Alastor is busy with other ‘things.’ At first, Vox was angry that Alastor had chosen you over him—but as he gets to know the kind, funny, and interesting person you are, he can’t find it in his software to hate you. How could he?
He watches the cute and small things you do for Alastor every day. Fetching his morning coffee, helping him cook, placing the daily newspaper on his ‘designated’ chair in the lobby, and slowly falls in love with you for that. Vox can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have such a domestic relationship with you…a relationship that is nothing like the one he has with Valentino…
Vox and Valentino are very off and on—really only being on when Angel won’t talk to Val. Vox has grown tired of being someone’s second choice and feels even worse when he sees you with Alastor. He can’t help but think to himself. ‘Why am I stuck with Val? Why can’t you just love me back?’
HAPPY ENDING ~
Alastor is a very busy (and also self-serving) man. While he does love you, I do think canon!Alastor would chose himself first in most situations. And that’s not even talking about sex. As we all know; Alastor is ace, meaning his sex drive is practically non-existent. Most of the time Alastor doesn’t even care to talk about the subject with you—and the only time you get any action is during his seasonal ruts, and he hates physical touch.
So after a fight with Alastor about how he refuses to show love through physical touch, you conveniently find Vox out on the street and the two of you talk at a local café. Vox lets you rant to him about Alastor and advises you break up with him—which you go back to the hotel and do.
Vox then offers you a job as his assistant, which you eagerly accept. Over the next few months, Vox will do everything in his power to woo you over—not to show off to Alastor (although that is a nice benefit to having you as a partner)—but because he is genuinely in love with you.
In the end, if he is able to pull it off, I think you would both be in a way happier relationship.
A/N: sorry if this is kinda bad…I haven’t posted in a bit because I was redoing all of my masterlists lol. I might one day turn this into a full fic, but for now I hope headcannons are okay. Thank you! <3
Hazbin Hotel Headcanon: Angels, prophetic dreams and their duty in Heaven
This headcanon saw the light in a conversation with @venomhoundfanworks about my last post.
1. Prophetic dreams
In the bible, dreams are for god to speak to us, and in many ocasions angels have shown on dreams to announce important messages to people, like their role in life and future.
But imagine, if as a way to keep in touch with every angel, every angel dreams are about their role in life. What they should do for Heaven. For example, Emily may dream about people being happy on Earth, so she knows what people like to bring it to Heaven in order to make them happy there too.
2. Lucifer dreams (or nightmares)
So, what happens when an angel doesn't have a mission? Lucifer is no longer in Heaven, so he now doesn't have a mission nor any role in life.
Remember this scene?
What if this scene was part of Lucifer's nightmares? His only role now in Heaven is being expelled, so it wouldn't be strange if he dreamt about it.
But then, years later, some of his dreams were different... I'll explain that later.
3. Symbolic dreams
@venomhoundfanworks suggested that this dreams may be symbolic. For example, they may know that something is going to go wrong, but they don't exactly know why.
An example that happened to me: I dreamt about someone I loved crying and their family talking about hospitals, so I knew something sad would happen to them and it was related to hospital. I knew something was wrong, but what I didn't know exactly what. That kind of thing, but with angels and things related to Heaven.
That would explain why the angels are so sketchy. We can't see their face, just eyes (that would be like 'we're watching you', probably related to guilt) and angelic traits. It's an important detail: the angel traits are shown as a way to show what he lost, and the lack of face is important too: it's like 'you're showing emotions and vulnerability because you're vulnerable, we aren't, we're cold as stone because you can't see our face, which makes you feel even more alone'.
It's sketchy, the psychological meaning is more important than details.
3. Charlie's interest in Hell's story
In the first minutes of the show, we see Charlie reading about Hell's story. And there's a really important line here:
Charlie says that 'the story helps'. But why?
Here's my theory:
Charlie, being Lucifer's daughter is technically part angel. So, she should get her own Heaven duty. Which should be shown in her dreams.
Imagine if she started to dream about the story of hell since she was little, and it started to interest her. She'd believe her destiny is related to that, so she reads Hell's story as a way to assure herself that that story is part of who she is, because she's going to be the one to change it.
That'd explain why Charlie says that she needs to save her people 'more than anything'.
4. Lucifer didn't want Charlie to meet Heaven
Lucifer would assume that Charlie's dreams were like his, about being expelled from Heaven.
Also, imagine if when Charlie started to dream about hell's story, the exterminations and saving her people, Lucifer started to dream about that too. Because his now new duty was to help her daughter with her redemption ideas.
But the dreams were too skectchy, probably about the extermination. Why? Because that would make Lucifer act, as he'd think Charlie is in danger so he has to act. The problem is that he didn't understand the dreams. He'd probably think they meant Charlie trying to end the exterminations would end with her hurt.
5. PSTD
Also, I would like to add that this prophecy theory and the dreams remind me a little of nightmares related to PTSD. So may be Lucifer would try to brush it off as just nightmares, but deep down, he knows they're true.
Extra. The Big G
Charlie being destinated to redeem sinners would make sense in this fan animation that I personally love (in this fan work, God wanted to redeem sinners):
Here's episode 1, I recommend you to watch all the episodes because it's really good.
In brief
Angels have dreams about their duty for Heaven
Lucifer dreams about being expelled because it's the only thing he's for Heaven, the fallen one, and Heaven reminds him that he no longer belongs there
Charlie is interested in Hell story and wants to save her people because it's her duty for Heaven since she's in part an angel
Lucifer had dreams about Charlie's fight against Heaven, since Lucifer's new duty when Charlie got interested in saving her people was to help her acomplish her goal
I hope you liked this theory. I know it's never going to be canon, but I wanted to share with you my thoughts. Any opinions about this?
"We're... Soulmates?" Scenario with Charlie, Vox and Lucifer
Writer note: @venomhoundfanworks send me this prompt, and I really liked it so here's my vision on this. Credits for them!
The prompt: Hazbin Hotel characters see the future, and find themselves settled down and happy with a person they don't know.
Characters: Charlie, Vox, Lucifer
Hazbin Hotel is a show made for adults, so you know what to expect in this post. You're responsible for the media you consume.
Charlie Morningstar (sinner who seeks redemption reader)
After she found out about Vaggie being an ex-exorcist, Charlie was heart broken. She trusted Vaggie, and she let her down.
I imagine that Charlie believes in the whole soulmate concept, and when she met Vaggie, she thought she was the one, but after what happened in Heaven? She was starting to have doubts. Maybe they weren't destinated to be together as she first thought.
That thought started to haunt her every single second of her life. She spent nights staring at the ceiling, thinking about their relationship, if it had future or if it was just based on lies.
One day, she decided that it was enough. She decided to do something desperate, something risky: ask Alastor for help.
Alastor voodo may help her figure out if her relationship had future, right? If everything was going to be okay or if...
She felt her stomach twist in knots just at the mere thought of a breakup.
Alastor accepted, because, how wouldn't he miss the opportunity to see someone being miserable?
Charlie was a bit scared about what she'd see. Part of her wanted to see her besides Vaggie, but another part, small but still there, felt like their relationship was over and that she wouldn't trust her like she did before.
Then, she saw it. She saw herself happier than she's ever felt. And next to her...
A stranger?
Someone who smiled softly at her, eyes of pure adoration. She then realized:
Vaggie and her wouldn't end up together.
She was destinated to be with someone else. Someone that she didn't know. Yet.
The next days, Charlie spend countless hours thinking about the person she was destinated to be with. She didn't know how they'd be, so she started to imagine different personalities that seemed to suit what she looked. That person look like they really loved her.
She started to distance herself from Vaggie, feeling like there was no point in trying to fix their relationship. She was heartbroken, and she felt awful trying to fix things with Vaggie when she was destinated to be with someone else.
Sometimes she thought that she wasn't doing the right thing. That what she saw was wrong, and that she shouldn't have break up with Vaggie
Until one day...
The same stranger she saw appeared at her hotel.
Just a regular sinner, but she felt a lot of mixed emotions. I mean, how should someone feel when they find the person they're destinated to be with?
You were trying to redeem yourself. You weren't really a bad person, but you made some mistakes (maybe you were suicidal, have an addiction or commit some crime) that finally made you end up in hell. You wanted to improve, to make up for your mistakes and be in Heaven.
Charlie was amazed. You seemed out of a dream. She was quite nervous being around you, but not just because she knew that eventually you two would end up together. She started to like you, for real. She started to understand why you two were made for each other.
You didn't mind her being a nervous wreck around you, though. You didn't critice her or anything, instead, you helped her in anything you could. You were kind and patient, perfect for her.
When you ended up together, would she tell you the truth?
Well, I think she'd probably tell you something along the lines of you two being meant for each other.
Or if you're the one saying that...
She'd melt.
Because now, she knows that you're the one.
Vox (sinner who participates in turf wars reader)
Vox didn't care about relationships. He was a bussinessman, he had everything he could want and more, why would he want to settle down with someone?
But a little part of him craved someone loving him deeply. Someone to be next to him after a stressful day at work, someone to hold him when he's in need of comfort.
In the show, Velvette has been seen with potions, right? A love potion in particular. So what if...
After a rough day, Vox wanted to just get drunk and forget about everything. He saw a bottle of what he assumed was liquor, and drank it without a second thought. He was too tired, tired of Valentino's tantrums, tired of Velvette's bitchy attitude.
Obviously, it wasn't liquor. It was Velvette famous love potion, that, of course, didn't have any effects since he was alone.
But when he went to sleep, the effects were visible in his dreams. Imagine this: since you couldn't have what you desired (love/lust) in real life, your dreams were haunted by those desires.
Vox would find it a bit embarrassing, but his dreams weren't about anything sexual. He found himself next to a person he didn't know, all happy and lovey dovey. A total stranger who was laughing with him while they were cooking together, so he probably lived with them. It was all so domestic, so... Pure fluff, there wasn't other way to call it. That made his heart melt, because, who was this person who was treating him with so much love? Who was this person that he was destinated to love so deeply to even settle down with them?
He became obsessed with what he saw. He'd go through all Voxtagram accounts, trying to find that stranger he was destinated to be with.
(I'd love to see Velvette's 'what the hell are you doing?' face when Vox is getting frustrated because he can't find your damn account)
That person was the first thing he thought about when he woke up, and the last thing just before he closed his eyes. The only thing in his mind was you. He'd like to spend his free time just imagining about you, how much you'd love and adore him. It was a dream that would eventually come true.
He found you a few weeks later when he saw the news about an explosion in a turf war that accidentally destroyed a Voxtek building. His workes thought he'd be mad, but he's never feel happier (even if he had lost a lot of money because of the damage). He'd ask his employees to meet with the person who caused the destruction.
Of course, you were scared, and you assured him that it wasn't your intention to destroy any of his property. But he wasn't mad. He tried to act formal, like he didn't adore everything about you. He thought you looked even prettier in real life. You didn't understand why, but he offered you a nice job, so you accepted.
He'd visit you regulary at job, feeling in cloud nine because he finally found you. He'd try to charm you, and even if you were there because you were an employee, he'd let you take the day off to go on dates with him, your salary would make Leonardo Di Caprio jealous and he'd pamper you in gifts. You two were destinated, so of course he doesnt' find it weird to act like you two are a couple.
When you two end up together, would he tell you the truth?
He'd tell you that it was obvious that you were made for him. And if you're the one saying that, he'd tell you that you're right.
That you two were truly meant for each other.
Lucifer Morningstar (angel reader)
Lucifer was depressed. Deeply, painfully, truly depressed. He had lost his wife, his daughter and everything. He was totally alone.
He wanted a sign, something to let him know that his life wasn't meaningless.
He got a sign.
You know how angels appear on people's dreams with visions of the future or important things?
Well, that happened to him. He had a dream. It started normal, just him making a rubber duck in his workshop. But the rubberduck had specifics clothes and traits that he has never seen. He made ducks of people he knew, like Charlie, so he knew that the duck's looks weren't something random. But then, something happen.
"Darling, you've been here all day... You need to rest." Someone said.
Then, he saw someone approach him in his dream. The prettiest person he's ever seen, eyes full of love and adoration for him. Those feelings were reciprocal, as in the dream he showed that person the duck. He looked really in love with them, as they shared smiles and gestures of affection.
When he woke up, Lucifer had a smile on his face. This was his sign. But there was a problem: he didn't know you yet.
Sometimes that made him slightly sad, but he still had hope. He made rubber ducks that resembled what he saw in his dream, it became his obssesion. He daydreamt about you all the time, eager to meet you. Sometimes he thought about going out and trying to find you, but he was, as we said before... Too depressed to do anything. So he just hoped that you'll find him soon.
After a few weeks, he got a call from Charlie. She wanted him to visit her hotel. Lucifer was happy to see his daughter, but there was a thought in his mind:
What if you were there?
That made him look even more forward to visit the hotel.
And when he arrived...
He couldn't believe it. You were next to Charlie, greeting him. He tried not to stutter, and somehow he managed to have a nice conversation. Charlie explained him that you were an angel that was trying to help her with her hotel, as you kept the seraphims informated about what happened at the hotel. But of course, you couldn't arrange a meeting, since you were there just to check that Charlie didn't try to interrumpt any of Heaven's actions, like Extermination. In brief, you were an informator and the one that kept things in check.
Lucifer thought you were even better than in his dreams. You were kind, nice, patient, and of course, beautiful/handsome. Everytime you talked with him, he blushed slightly and his eyes reflected a look of pure adoration.
After the Extermination, when he started to live at the hotel, he tried to find any excuse to spend time with you. He was unable to be with you, you were like oxygen. He spent countless hours thinking about you, how beautiful you were, how kind you were with him... And knowing that you'd be his? That made him feel happier than ever.
Soon, you two started to date. Would he tell you the truth?
He doesn't like to keep secrets from you, but he doesn't want to seem creepy or dumb for believing in soulmates and dreams having a meaning.
But one day, you find one of the rubber ducks that resembled you. When you asked him about it, he admited that he had a dream in which you two were together weeks before you met him. You just smiled softly at him, admiting that you thought that you two were meant for each other too.
That made him adore you more than he already did (is that even possible? This amount of love should be illegal)
Thanks for reading! I hope you liked this, and feel free to request me anything (please, first read my rules in my masterlist).
I just really love the way @blanknobraincells tackled this prompt. ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )
I love the way they talked about the heartbreak and mixed emotions with Charlie and Vaggie. I love Vox being an overworked disaster and going on such a bender that he mindlessly drinks whatever the fuck is in front of him. I also like the take on the love potion, that its an actual love potion; not just concentrated Valentino aphrodisiac. I also love them bringing up angels appearing in dreams. Now I'm having thoughts about, what if angels in Hazbin have prophetic dreams and thats part of why Lucifer is so depressed and doesnt bother with anything? THOUGHTS
Just amazing work and I'm going to be yowling about this piece for awhile thank you so much for taking my request~
One time. I was working at a convention, and this guy I had a huge crush on came to the table I was working at. As soon as I noticed him approaching, I legit collapsed to the floor then duck&rolled under the table. I stayed there until he left.
I picture Lucifer doing this kind of shit sometimes.
"Is that your husband?" Fluff prompt from @venomhoundfanworks with Lucifer Morningstar
Writer note: I've seen @venomhoundfanworks post of fluff prompts and I decided to give it a try. I've chosen prompt number 12:
Person A is on the phone with person B. A child person A is with (they can be babysitting or it can be their own child, whatever) suddenly shouts, "Are you on the phone with your wife?". Person B starts dying of laughter while person A is just completely shocked like, "M-my wife??"
🌸Bonus dialogue:
🌸Person A: We are not married we are just dating.
🌸Child: But you love them right?
🌸Person A: Yeah?
🌸Child: And you would do anything for them right?
🌸Person A: Yeah...?
🌸Child: THAT MEANS YA MARRIED.
I really love this prompt, especially since my Hazbin Hotel OC has a nephew. So here's my work (also, reader is gender neutral):
When you were alive, you weren't really into the 'family' concept idea. You were the irresponsible uncle/aunt who always lived in their 20's, the one that showed up only in Christmas (2 hours late) with a lot of gifts for the kids. Aaaand ended up drunk in the couch.
Everyone always wondered what would be of your life. You had a job, a house, why didn't you just get married and have kids? Well, you were the problematic children of the dysfunctional family branch. It'd be difficult for you to be in contact with your family and settle down.
Most of the family was used to your anthics, but there was a certain cousin of yours that was tired of your attitude. You always brushed it off, saying that she was 'bitter because of her divorce'. You were tired of her comments about you 'needing to be mature', but that didn't stop you from appearing every Christmas eve on her house.
This was probably because your bitter cousin was the mother of your favourite niece. You never had any remorse admiting it, you loved that child with all your heart. You knew you would be a bad parent even if loved kids, so this was your oportunity to treat this kid like it was your own without any kind of responsabilities.
Unfortunately, you died really young. There was an awful accident in Christmas because of your irresponsability. And for nobody's surprise, you ended up in Hell while your family went to Heaven.
You missed your nephew, you really did. He was really sweet and reminded you of the family you could have had if you just weren't that problematic. You were the black sheep of the family after all, it was sure thing that you having a family wouldn't have ended up well.
Years passed, and when you found out about the Hazbin Hotel, you thought that you may could try to redeem yourself. What could you lose? Maybe you could even go to Heaven and see your nephew again!
Even if some of your bad habits needed work, you started to improve.
The best part of the hotel was your new relationship with Lucifer. At first, you were a bit worried it wouldn't work, but in the end, he was an absolute sweetheart to you, and you couldn't help but fall for him.
Months passed, and a few weeks after the extermination and the battle against Adam, you got incredible news. Your cousin had comitted an act of heresy, so she and her deceased children were cast down to Hell.
At first, you were really happy to see your nephew again. But then, you started getting worried. What if he was mad at you? He died because of you and your irresponsabilities! You should have been better, not just the black sheep. That's what you repeated to yourself.
Lucifer noticed that, and as the #1 supportive boyfriend he is, he encouraged you to meet your family again. He told you to call him if things didn't go well, and you told him that you will.
After that conversation, you headed up to where your cousin lived. She wasn't exactly happy to see you, but she didn't kick you either.
"I'm going to shop something, I don't think is the best time for a visit..." She told you when she opened the door. You were about to leave, when your nephew showed up and said:
"Uncle/aunt Reader can take care of us, right, uncle/aunt?" The kid said, really excited to see you again. Your cousin shruged her shoulders and left that be.
When you were left alone with the children, you started to get nervous. The oldest child was now a teenager, and she didn't seem to be happy seeing you again.
"Is she in her emo phase again or?" You asked.
"Oh, she just doesn't like you." One of her brothers said. "Since you..."
"Yeah, I know..."
You started to feel like crying, so you went to an empty room and took your phone.
"Hey, Luci..."
"How is it going, ducky?"
"Not really well... It's seems like... I'm still the black sheep..." You smiled sadly.
Luckily, your favourite nephew/the kid you wished you had found you there.
"Uncle/aunt Reader, what's the matter?" He asked you.
"Not right now, I'm on the phone..."
"Who are you calling?"
"Someone."
"Darling, you still there?" Lucifer asked from the phone.
"Oh my..." Your nephew gasped. "YOU'RE MARRIED!"
"Nononono..." You said, blushing slightly. "I'm not..."
"But he called you darling! The guy on the phone is your husband!"
"He isn't..." You were interrumpted by Lucifer's snickers in the phone.
"Your nephew is cute... But sorry, kid, your uncle/aunt and I aren't married yet..."
"But you love them!" The kid grabbed your phone and started talking to Lucifer. "That means you two are married, that's what mama told me!"
"Your mother has divorced twice..." You muttered.
"That doesn't matter! You're married and you didn't invite me to the wedding!" The kid started pouting. "Does that mean you don't love me? That you won't give me money while you're drunk in Christmas?"
"I don't..." You wanted to protest. But the kid was now giving instructions to Lucifer on how he should act to get you to buy him toys when you're wasted, so you decided that you couldn't stop this innocent soul from making you more embarrased that you already were.
After a few minutes, you decided it was enough, so you took the phone and told your nephew:
"Okay, he's heard you, now it's time for goodbyes, I hope your mother is here soon..."
"Okay!" The kid smiled. "Goodbye, uncle/aunt's husband!"
When you arrived to Lucifer's and your's bedroom hours later, you just told him:
"Don't-laugh."
"I'm sorry, darling... Or should I say husband/wife?"
"Damn kid..."
I hope you enjoyed this, it has some elements that aren't in the prompt but I just love the black sheep concept. Would you guys be interested in part 2 or something similar?
Things that happen in the back of my mind: Lucifer Morningstar with a s/o who is a nervous wreck when it comes to dating and that stuff
Writer note: Lately I haven't had any requests, and I think my last post could have been better. So I decided to write about this idea I've had for some time and that it's probably the cause last day I've only slept four hours.
I've read a lot of fanfiction saying that Lucifer would be like a nervous wreck when he gets a crush on someone. My personal favourite is this post by @venomhoundfanworks .
So imagine if he got a crush/date on someone with the same problem.
You're someone really kind and nice, but when it comes to romance, you're a disaster with all the letters. Bonus points if you're oblivious.
Charlie would try to help the two of you. Which would lead to a scenario that has been in my mind for a while.
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Your version of what happened
"Hey, how did the date go?" Asked Charlie when she saw you in the hall after the date with your father.
"I think I've ruined it." You say, feeling a bit down.
"What do you mean?" Charlie started to worry, she probably wasn't used yet to your attitude when it comes to dating and that stuff.
"He was talking and looking like an absolute beauty and I was just staring at him like an absolute creep! Why do I always ruin up everything?" You sounded really upset with yourself, so Charlie decided to speak with her father to see what actually happened.
Lucifer's version
"Hey, dad, how did the date go? Reader looked a bit... Upset at themselves?"
"Of course they are! They're probably regretting wasting their time with me! I started rambling about my rubber ducks and that stuff over and over without even thinking what I was saying in the middle of the date... They was probably sick of hearing me over and over."
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This kind of thing would be really common in your relationship, the both of you would feel like you've ruined something and blame yourselves...
Fortunately for you, Charlie always helps you. She starts acting like a wing man the moment she notices the upcoming romance.
Just imagine:
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"Hey, dad, you've been staring at Reader for 10 minutes... Are you sure you don't want to talk to them?"
"Um, no! I'm totally fine."
"Really?"
"Yeah, yeah, I was sortta spacing out... Didn't know I was staring."
"Right."
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Also, I'd love if Angel helped you (I'm not saying this because is my favourite character).
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Angel's been talking to you for the past few minutes about some club he went last night or something. You actually don't know, you were more concentrated on how good Lucifer looked today.
"Hey, I know Charlie's dad is hot, but if you're gonna ignore me for him, at least try to do it in a less creepy way, try to talk to him or something. I don't know how he hasn't notice your staring."
"What? Angel, don't say that!" You say, instantly blushing.
"I'm just telling ya the truth."
"So, what do you expect me to say to him? 'Hey, my friend says that I shouldn't be staring at you like a creep, so here I am, talking to you to tell you that I think that you look good.'"
"Well, at least you wouldn't be lying..."
"I hate you sometimes..."
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I've mentioned before that were bonus points if you were oblivious, so... Imagine, you thinking that he doesn't like you and that he's just being nice. Or, if you know it, you get too nervous to make a move.
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"You know that he loves you, right?" Angel told you about Lucifer. He's getting a bit tired of seeing how you two stare at each other with those 'I'm totally in love with you' but still, none of you made a move. Or if Lucifer made a move, you became a nervous wreck because, well, you were a disaster when it came to dating.
"I'm still trying to accept it. It's like... Why would he love me?"
"He does. Why don't you tell him that you love him too?"
"Because..." You tried to explain to him. There were a lot of reasons: you didn't know how to approach him, what to tell him, how would he answer, how to continue the conversation...
"I'm a disaster when it comes to this stuff."
"Yeah, we've all noticed that..."
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And when he asks you out... Your reaction would make you deserve an Oscar.
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"Wait, you're asking me out?"
"Y-yeah, but if you're not interested..."
"Shit, what the fuck am I supposed to say now? Like, what the hell happened? How do I answer?" You start talking to yourself.
"Does they know he's hearing them, right?" Angel again.
"W-well, you may say yes, if you want..." Lucifer says.
"Just kiss already." We love you Angel.
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Another things I've thought of:
You, not knowing how pet name work, so even if you've been together for months, you get nervous and call him bro
You try to start a conversation, but you keep failing. You say something like 'I'm really happy that... No...' Then you're quiet for a few moments, and try again 'Did you know what happened...' You're quiet again, not knowing how to continue. Don't worry about looking dumb, Lucifer doesn't mind. He's probably too busy admiring how you look.
You two just staring at each other from across the room, not noticing the other one is looking because well, the views are pretty distracting. And everyone is just there like 'I'm tired of this shit'.
So here it ends! I don't think it's one of my best works, but I made it with love & effort (and probably because I was worried about my last publication). I think I'm going to make more of this imagines while I wait for requests. I hope you liked it, and if you did, here are the other imagines from my 'series' "Things that happen in the back of my mind":
Hazbin Hotel characters having a bad day and cuddles (Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Emily and Alastor)
Hazbin Hotel characters having a bad day and cuddles 2.0 (Vox and Velvette)
Happy belated new years everyone! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday season~
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Straight to the point; I'm here to let ya'll know that I'm going to be extending my hiatus until the end of January. I'm not going away, don't worry!!
The name of this account and my main are also changing up:
Main Account: HeckDoggo -> VenomHound
Fan Work Account: Venomhound -> VenomHoundFanworks
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Little context, I made this blog completely on a whim. Don't get me wrong, I've been writing for years. I've just kept it all to my inner circle and never shared it. But thanks to the encouragement of my friend @writteninlunarlight-years, I decided to start up a blog and start sharing the Hazbin related stuff at least.
I honestly didn't expect this blog to go anywhere. I basically expected to be the kid eating glue in the corner of this website. But then people actually... liked my stuff? Some cool blogs that I follow even started following me and liking my stuff!
One of my resolutions this year was to stay with this blog, to keep at it, and to turn it into something I can be truly proud of. So! I'm doing a complete overhaul. At least aesthetically. So don't be surprised if things look different!
As mentioned before, I'm changing the names of this blog and my main one so they match. I'm not... quite sure what I want to do with my main blog yet? But I do know I have to clean it up and archive a bunch of stuff on it before anything. ε-(´∀｀; ) I have a couple projects in mind that I might eventually make side-blogs for, and I'd like to have a nice home base for them all to link back to.
Anyways, I just wanted to update ya'll and keep ya'll in the loop! I have some very nice stuff already written for when I come back... (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Just noting for reference- new masterlists have been posted, and old post links have all been updated for the new blogname. The main banner with my @ might be temporary? I needed something for the interim and I'm still figuring it out. (ᵕ,—ᴗ—,)
