Voltage Shark

Asher | 21 years old | If you want to start drama with me then I am not going to play.

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MASTERLIST (inspo by @darlingdaisyfarm)

My Fanfictions List

☾ WILLFORD

Mistletoe Kiss

Love Has Another Name

☾ STANALINA

Good Luck Charm

☾ WILLFORD/STANALINA

Valentine's Day At Mystery Shack

☾ STANFORD X READER

A Rainy Cozy Night

Meteor Shower

☾ NON-GRAVITY FALLS STUFF

Belphegor (Helluva Boss Headcannons)

Comforting her (Mouthwashing)

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Quotev Works (Multiple Works)

☾ WATTPAD

HOT TO GO (Chaggie)

☾ A03

A New Beginning To The Lost

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Are We Soulmates?

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Story

tags: soulmate au, StaticApple, Hazbin Hotel, suggestive themes, Romance, Angst, Kissing, Hugging, Flirting, etc

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I always thought Lilith would be my soulmate for life, but she abandoned me and this child. Maybe she just used me for her own benefit, and now I'm stuck in this hotel trying to compensate for being a failure of a father. Now I feel colder than I ever have before. What is this feeling? Emptiness? Depression, I don't know. I started to get up as I was already surrounded by ducks on my bed.

"What time it is?" He thought to himself. It might as well be morning. He got up and began to walk towards his closet, looking through his clothes. He decided to wear his usual and with the final touch, his top hat. He started to walk towards his bedroom door waiting to start the day but he knows that Alastor would stop him at every time. He walked outside of the room and he started to walk downstairs to see his daughter, the light of his life.

Charlie Morningstar was preparing the hotel for its grand reopening, as it had recently been rebuilt. She was greeting everyone and trying to smile, despite the fact that she missed her dear friend Sir Pentious. I greeted my daughter, "Charlie!" and immediately hugged her, enjoying how she felt in my arms. Vaggi walked up to us hugging and she seemed to be happy to see them. "We are handling the hotel for the grand reopening." Vaggi said as she wrapped her arm around her girlfriend. They're so good together.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked because I would do almost anything to help my daughter. Anything to make up for the years I lost due to depression. Even though I was smiling, I couldn't help but feel cold. I don't think I'm prepared to confront that type of emotion. Instead, I'm going to ignore that feeling.

I need to focus on this hotel, even though I miss Lilith terribly. She wasn't in my life any more. "You can take Alastor's job; he isn't helping much." Vaggi spoke as she began to walk away, while Alastor crept into the shadows. He had always thought he was creepy. He hated him. What did his daughter see in him? He put up a sign to show that no Alastor's were allowed in his bedroom.

"Will do!" Now he was going to put more effort into his work than ever. He decided to greet other sinners with a smile and assist them with their keys, as the hotel had been fully booked since the beginning. He noticed someone named Baxter walking inside the hotel; he'd never seen him before.

Baxter was slowly approaching my daughter Charlie Morningstar; perhaps he would be a new guest at the hotel. He understands that he is alone in his heart, but he decided to investigate where he was experiencing this cold feeling. He decided to leave the hotel for some fresh air. He was the king of hell, but he felt small and disrespected by the sinners under his rule. He started walking away from the hotel as soon as he started walking, he started to feel warmer. Baxter was slowly approaching my daughter Charlie Morningstar; perhaps he would be a new guest at the hotel. He understands that he is alone in his heart, but he decided to investigate where he was experiencing this cold feeling. He decided to leave the hotel for some fresh air. He was the king of hell, but he felt small and disrespected by the sinners under his rule. He started walking away from the hotel as soon as he started walking, he started to feel warmer.

What was that warm feeling he was starting to feel and could he go out of his way to follow where this feeling was coming from and it wasn't in the hotel. This wasn't right. There's no way someone else other than Lilith could be my soulmate. Maybe I married the wrong person but I look at my hand still wearing the wedding ring.

I started walking down this path, knowing that Vox was probably around the corner. Perhaps he was my soulmate, but that would be absurd, wouldn't it? I cannot have a sinner tangle my heart. Maybe if I had hands on this Vox fellow, maybe he would leave Charlie alone with this propgranda of his. I would care less now I was walking towards the tower why should I be afraid of showing up unannounced. What would they do, kill me? They can't. But they wish they could.

With the cane in my hand, I started to fly over towards the tower, it wasn't far away from here. A part of me feels warmer being close.. ugh why am I feeling this way. I hate it. I am not going to fall in love with anyone. Not anymore. Especially with a sinner out of all people. I stood in front of the tower. The tower looked bright pink with the shape of a Vee.

"Can they make themselves any more obvious?" I was standing front and center before entering the tower, and I was wondering who was sitting at the front desk. I slowly approached the man behind the counter, expecting to see a receptionist. I stepped in front of the man behind the desk. The man appeared surprised to see a man like me. But I knew for certain it wasn't the TV man.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The man asked me wondering why a demon like me is in a place like this. I know it's not a place fit for a king like me. "No. I wish to see your boss." I said making my point very clear as the man seemed to gulp in my presence. I guess I do have a change of character after all but I won't sell myself short. I am on here on business. I need to stop this warm aching heart of mine.

The man decided to help me anyway since I am a king who needs to be treated as such. "I'll bring you to his quarters." Before I noticed the badge that he was reading which read the name Ethan. Ethan, I thought to myself. I started to continue following after him since he seemed to enjoy to lead the way with me. I just follow his lead.

Soon enough we were both in an elevator, I think he is going to lead me towards my doom not like Vox could do anything to me then again I remembered my punishment. Would I even be able to defend myself against him?

As soon as the elevator approached Vox's quarters, I began to prepare for what would happen next. I knew I'd probably made a bad decision. But I cannot stop now. I'm too deep. I am too focused on feeling the warmth rather than the cold for once. Perhaps he could kill him in order to get rid of this feeling. But I can't do anything but play the role I have created for myself.

As soon as the elevator stops, I slowly wait for the door to open so I can walk inside the trouble that I was walking into too.

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Vox sat on the couch, as if he hadn't just spread rumors about Charlie Morningstar earlier. He knows how to be the master of the game, and everyone else is just pawns to prove Alastor wrong about him. But he always believed Alastor was his soulmate. He was wrong. So wrong as he started to squeeze his hand before noticing someone who was in front of him. There stood Lucifer Morningstar, the king of hell a title that he was willing to take by force.

Lucifer Morningstar stood in front of Vox, he decided to go closer towards him. "I decided to see you for myself." He said as he started to sit down next to the couch. "I am not here for a fight. I just need answers."

Vox looks at him, wondering what brought the king, but he can't help but feel warm whenever Lucifer comes near him. "I might as well greet my guest. I was surprised the king of hell would be in a place like this, but I'll answer your questions." "I suppose you're wondering why you're feeling cold. Well, I thought I didn't know the answer, but I believe it's according to the myth." Vox said holding his hands underneath his chin.

Lucifer began to blush as he realized he was staring at him like that. He looked so stupid with that grin on his face. What was going on with him? "We are soulmates obviously." Vox smirked as he leaned against the couch. "I do not believe you." Lucifer stated that he was getting close and personal with his face in order to prove a point. Vox looks at him wanting to take up his challenge.

"So, would a soulmate like me make you feel like this?" Vox said as he took his hand in his hand showing how warm he is knowing that he was indeed his soulmate. And to be true he was indeed warm. He thought his hand would be cold especially considering his heart. "You are my soulmate... But this isn't right. Lilith is my soulmate." He was in denial.

Vox recognizes that he is in denial. He's already been in denial for over 7 years over Alastor who didn't love him instead left him rejected like the cruel man he was. He does not want to feel like this again. If this was meant to be, they were supposed to be. They didn't know if they were platonic or romantic soulmates, but he couldn't imagine himself as a second father figure to Charlie. This would be awkward.

"We can't deny fate, whether we want to or not. Vox said as he grabbed his chin, wanting to break free from his grip but choosing to stay. For some strange reason, something was preventing him from pulling away. It cannot be, but it is. Lucifer can feel himself being woozy as he was being hypotonized by Vox's hypotonizing eye. "That's right. You're mine now. You cannot deny your destiny. You belong here with me."

Vox soon began kissing him, holding his hypotonizing eye. This was too easy; he shouldn't have come here now, but there was no stopping him. He began kissing him as Lucifer, with his hypotonic gaze, closed his eyes. As he wrapped his arms around him, they both kissed. Vox thought it was too easy. He was moaning as he used his tongue to shove inside his mouth. He knows that Lucifer wanted this, he just needed to be pushed.

Lucifer wanted to push away but he wasn't going to stop him as he was being hypotonized as he held him in his lap, fuck Vox was getting hard already. Lucifer would probably think of him as a pervert and he wouldn't be wrong. He wonders how willing he would be. How can he push him towards sex. His eyes darted towards his wedding ring as they kept kissing each other, he was swallowing each moan.

He wrapped his arms around him while holding him in his lap and began rubbing his back as a form of massage. They soon began to make out as he pushed him onto the couch with him on top, which was simple because Vox was bigger. He had the advantage, after all. He drew away for air. He looked down at Lucifer who seems to be hypotonized.

"Who do you love?" He asked Lucifer, hoping to hear the answer; if he answered incorrectly, he would be shocked, but if he answered correctly, there would be no need for punishment. He was going to claim something that was already too deep. He was not going to stop.

Maybe he didn't give him a strong enough command, and Lucifer spoke softly, almost as if trembling beneath his touch. "Y-you, sir." Lucifer gulped. Vox needed to mark him, but that meant exposing his bare skin. He was going to rip off his shirt so this could happen. Which was no big deal because he began to tear through his shirt and was unable to fight. He was a sinner. A strong man prepared to devour what was his.

After ripping off his shirt, he began to mark his emblem on his arm; he was craving it out of his skin as blood dripped from that spot; it was as if he was going to break free from his hypotonizing gaze and fight back. Nobody can escape fate if he continues to deny it.

He began licking the spot before pinning him down on the couch. He soon began to consider whether or not he should do it on the couch. But wouldn't that be rude? He's still in a guest in his home. He started to get off the couch and he grabbed his body, he started to carry him towards the bedroom. No he can't do this, he loves Alastor. There's no way he could love Lucifer but a part of him slowly growing affections for him.

Vox began to grab him and hold him to his chest as he walked towards his bedroom, opening the door with his static. He walked into the bedroom with him in his arms and began to toss him onto the bed. He was a little rough, but he needs to present himself as the dominant in this relationship, despite the fact that he lacks the courage to dominate him.

Vox decided to let Lucifer lie on the bed, knowing that he would devour him, but he had to make a decision first. Was this the right decision for him to make? Will he put himself at risk of falling in love again? He needed to think.

He doubts he'll be ready to open his heart again in this way, but did he have a choice? Fate was written off for him. He was going to be his regardless of what he desired. Lucifer emerged from the hypnosis gaze and looked at Vox, perplexed as to why his shirt was ripped. He was going to look at him, unsure what was going on, but he was drawing him in closer, knowing he had no choice because he had left his mark.

"I suppose we're both afraid of love." Lucifer said this while waiting for him to join him on the bed, which he eventually does, knowing he has no choice but to accept what is in front of him. Lucifer was correct about him; every time I gave up my heart for someone, they would eventually leave, making me wonder if I ever had feelings for Valentino or if I was just using him like everyone else? Maybe Vox was the sick bastard he thought was that drove him away.

Vox was going to embrace Lucifer, but he soon begins to pin him down on the bed, with Vox on top. Lucifer flaunted his full demon form and extended his snake tongue towards him. Oh, this would be enjoyable, he thought to himself. Maybe he could do this. To show himself worthy of love.

Who truly knows whether or not this would be a night or a blur? He was going to make this right. He was going to kiss him again holding his hand in his hand. He was going to be whole again pressing his erection towards him. Was Lucifer also hard too?

Instead he was going to pull his pants down and to reveal what was hiding away from him. A hard cock was, he started to blush as he was staring right at it. He was biting his lip in pleasure. Oh tonight was going to be fun.

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I began to remove my own pants and boxers as soon as I began to toss them aside. My two cocks was hard as I was ready to fuck him in his hole. Oh god this would be delightful. "Do you want to do this?" I asked wondering whether or not he was going to say yes. "If I kept saying no, I'd be stuck feeling unhappy. "I'm already unhappy." Lucifer spoke as he began to remove his wedding ring, effectively ending his and Lilith's vow. To think that he will do this for me, I am just shocked.

If he was okay with it, I am fine with it. I began to remove the rest of my clothes to show off my abs, and of course, I began to assist Lucifer in positioning himself in a more doggy manner. He didn't seem to resist it. And this was going to be much easier than I expected. To think I thought he was faithful to his wife. But, thanks to me, he will be devoted to me and only me forever.

"I don't want you to hold back when it comes to your strength; give me everything you have, Vox." Lucifer said with a smirk on his face, and I know I will never give up on a challenge, especially if it involves pushing myself to my limits, but this would be my first time having sex with an angel, so it could be my first time doing anything. It doesn't seem to hurt to try new things for a change, and to think I used to love Alastor so much that I wanted him dead.

Lucifer was lying doggy-style on the bed in front of me, thinking what a delicious meal I was about to devour before sliding my two cocks inside his ass, causing him to moan. I was slowly sliding my cocks into his butthole, causing a moan from me. I decided to delve deeper into my two cocks finding a home in a place like this.

Lucifer was moaning as I roughly thrust my cock inside his ass, filling it with my cock as I pushed in and out. He was so tight. Fuck. This ass was mine alone. I kept fucking him until our shared climax. I started releasing my seed inside his ass as I pulled out my two cocks who have become small due to them not being erect anymore.

"Would you like more attention or are you done for the night?" I said this as a tease. Lucifer chuckles, "You are lucky I allowed you to have sex with me." Lucifer spoke as he lay on the bed, staring directly at me as if challenging me. He's quite entertaining, and he understands why Alastor enjoys messing with him. "I think I don't mind us being soulmates." Lucifer said almost like he was admitted it out loud.

I suppose I can enjoy more of this demon's company, which has caused my goals to shift. I don't think Charlie will be happy about this, but he will have to apologize for the propaganda he has been spreading about Lucifer's daughter if Vox wants to continue this relationship.

But now I need to stop thinking and start actually putting time and effort as he was laying there. He looks so sweet almost as if he was ready to be eaten again but I felt beat as I started to lay down next to him, man I needed a cigarette and a drink. But I think I am out of cigarettes.

Do you mind if I smoke? I asked Lucifer as I began to take out one of the cigarettes I had in the dresser. Lucifer shrugged. "Suit yourself. I am not a heavy smoker." He admits as I take out a cigarette, which I begin to light and smoke through my gills. It felt so good through my lungs and puffing out of my gills as I looked over at Lucifer. I started to grab the blanket and I started to place it over Lucifer. "Goodnight, Lucifer." He said he wanted him to sleep.

I watched as he went to sleep. He looked so cute when he was sleeping so peacefully. I decided once I finish this cigarette, I will go to bed.

So I did go to bed.

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Morning soon came, and Vox was fast asleep on the bed, cuddling next to the devil himself. He was nuzzling into his neck. He was so small and fragile in his large arms. He slowly started to wake up as he started to look at his boyfriend Lucifer. He couldn't help but admire him.

Vox started to get up from the bed but he needed to look after him. He needed to get up and he needed to get up and start the day but how is he going to do that when the king of hell is sleeping in his bed. Damn it. How is he going to explain this to Valentino and Velvette. Might as well plan his funeral right now. It took a moment but Lucifer woke up and he got up from Vox's arms. "I got to go back home."

Will we see each other again?" Vox asked Lucifer as he got out of bed and dressed. "Sure. We can arrange it. I just need to get out of here, no offense, Vox." Lucifer said as he dressed and left the bedroom, leaving Vox alone. He hopes to see him again after all of this, but he feels cold again.

Why was he doing this to him? Vox decided to get dressed and started leaving his bedroom. He needed to go straight to his work. He immediately walked towards the elevator and went straight towards his office. Once he saw Ethan. "Ethan!! Get me a coffee." He said commanding authority.

This was his way of normalcy as he was going straight towards his office so he can sit down and watch the cameras at the hotel, he knows exactly where to look to find Lucifer. His new target. He seems to have given up on Alastor while Lucifer was walking into the hotel and started to get to work with Alastor nowhere near sight.

Vox had finally arrived at his office and was now watching the hotel, hoping his little spy Angel Dust was assisting. But now he was waiting for Ethan to return with his coffee. He drank coffee and managed his screens. He had no upcoming appointments at the moment. However, he intended to spy on Lucifer because he had already missed him. He wonders if Alastor will be envious that he changed rivals.

To think that he immediately stopped thinking about Alastor and now he has a brand new obsession with Lucifer Morningstar. He started to drink while watching the cameras. He hoped that he will be back soon.

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. ݁₊ ✶. ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗ Moving On

HAZBIN HOTEL

Takes place after the extermination

tags: sfw, angst, comfort, fem reader, confessing, starting a new relationship, sinner reader, kitsune, third person pov

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It has been several years since Lucifer and Lilith were separated. And it's been a year since the extermination. Y/N was in love with Lucifer Morningstar from the moment she met him. But she knew exactly how he felt about sinners, and she assumed they'd be good friends because she was one of the guests here at the hotel for Redemption, which she isn't so sure about now.

Lucifer Morningstar was out on the balcony, wondering where Alastor had gone and how his daughter had matured without him. He felt guilty for not being present in her life because of his depression, but that was no excuse. His thoughts stayed on Lilith. He could not forget his lovely wife, but she is no longer with him. Maybe it was his fault that she ran away from him, which is most likely the main reason why the exterminations occurred in the first place, for which he continues to blame himself.

Lucifer Morningstar could go for a smoke right now, which was unusual since he rarely smoked, and he was thinking about his daughter. His daughter lost her best friend, Sir Pentious, and was unable to say goodbye. The world is cruel and unjust, and he wondered if the angels were more evil than the sinners themselves. Adam was dead like dead dead and there was no chance of him coming back.

Y/N began to walk towards the balcony, knowing precisely where Lucifer was. It's not like he could hide from her for long. She walked onto the balcony. "Hello, I thought you were going to be here." Y/N said with a smile, holding a pack of cigarettes, as if she were reading his thoughts. He jumped slightly hearing her voice but he decided to overcome such awkwardness. "Oh, hey there. Uhm Y/N?" He asked unsure if that was her name.

"You need a smoke?" Y/N asked grabbing a cigarette out of her packet. Lucifer decided to take the cigarette out of her hand. He started to use his fire to lit the cigarette and he soon begins to smoke it in order to release the stress that was building up inside him. He smoked it as he was looking at Y/N. "I feel like I screw up everything wherever I go. If I didn't come here then Sir Pentious wouldn't be dead and Lilith would have come back..." Lucifer said after smoking his cigarette.

"Lucifer. You can't exactly blame yourself for it. You didn't know. Hell. I didn't think Adam was allowed to come down and exterminate without consequences," Y/N said, putting her hands on her hips as she took a cigarette from her packet, lit it, and began smoking while her nine tails swayed side to side. She doesn't know Adam or Lute. Hell she didn't even know Sir Pentious all that too well. She was more of a bystander than anything else.

"All you have to do is show Charlie how much you care for her. She has a lot on her shoulders. Please get control of yourself." Y/N hated being rude or mean in any way. But the truth hurts. Y/N still had feelings for Lucifer, but she didn't think now was the time, as she stood right next to her as they both lean on the balcony that had been fixed thanks to his efforts. "We are here together as a family." Y/N said as she smiled at him, wishing him happiness. "Poor guy," she thought to herself.

Lucifer wondered why Y/N cared so much about him. He doesn't remember feeling this loved until Lilith entered his life, but Y/N isn't Lilith, and he shouldn't use her to replace her. That would be foolish, but why is my heart beating so fast when he hear her voice? What was he thinking? "Honestly, I think I feel selfish because I am not a good person, or at least I try to be. I'm not sure what Charlie sees in me, given how shitty I am." Y/N sighed, feeling like she'd had her luck with love, and Lucifer didn't feel that way about her, so why try now? Lucifer placed a hand on her shoulder as he looked at her. Perhaps what they felt for each other was more than just platonic pleasantries.

"Don't talk about it yourself. You are more than that; hell, I might be the king of hell. But I see how much you care." Lucifer said, puffing out smoke as he started to extinguish the cigarette.

"I know Charlie is very nice and kind to people who don't value themselves. But I guess she can't help it, can she?" Y/N inquired, looking over at Lucifer while they conversed. Should she ask the question now? Or should she wait? She fiddled with her fingers. "I do miss Lilith and I don't know when she is going to come back. Maybe she won't come back. But I am going to be there for Charlie. I should get to bed." Lucifer lets out a single yawn. Y/N wasn't tired but she decided to think it over.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Y/N said as she began to leave the balcony and walk toward her bedroom. She will let Lucifer move on his own terms, and she noticed that despite their conversation, he was still wearing his wedding ring.

Lucifer began walking towards his bedroom and decided to lie down on the bed, surrounded by his ducks. He didn't expect to be catching feelings right away, but he was married, right? His wife rarely returns his calls. It's been more than 7 years since they last spoke, and it was a disagreement over hell and Charlie. Charlie was only a child. He forgets everything else. It's been so long.

Lucifer finally closed his eyes and went to sleep, intending to think things through. Maybe wait a week for him to come to terms with his emotions.

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A week had passed without another word, and Lucifer Morningstar could feel his emotions intensifying by the day. He decided it was time to move forward and be with Y/N. Maybe she feels the same way about him. He is not sure what will happen if he does nothing. He was about to make his move as he began to dress himself in his usual attire.

To think that Lucifer would do it. He hasn't asked a girl out since he met Lilith; she's the only woman he's ever dated, and he lacks experience, being very Rusty in terms of affection. He was going to do things correctly. He was going downstairs to make breakfast; he wasn't sure if he was the only one awake. He rarely got up.

Lucifer began to leave his bedroom and walk outside of it. He started walking downstairs, unsure whether he would be followed again. But little did he know that he was going to be followed anyway; Y/N appeared to be attached to his hip in some way; perhaps she already had feelings for him? He kept walking towards the kitchen area then to let himself think about it more. Once he was inside the kitchen area and he noticed that Charlie and the others weren't awake yet. Y/N was staring Lucifer with a smile on her face. "Good morning, Lucifer."

Lucifer was finally walking towards her, and he was making eye contact with her for the first time; he isn't very good at it. It may make him feel awkward at times, but he was always awkward. "I suppose we're the only ones awake." Y/N responded as she looked over the stove. "Do you feel hungry?" She inquired, not wanting to be rude.

Lucifer's stomach begins to crumble as he chuckles nervously. "I would interpret that as a yes?" Y/N inquired, as she immediately began gathering flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt, as well as milk, eggs, and butter. She has one bowl for dry ingredients and one for wet ingredients. "Would you like to help?" Y/N asked, looking at him, and he immediately agreed.

Lucifer Morningstar started to pour 1/2 cup of flour and 3 1/2 tsp baking powder and 1 table spoon of sugar and 1/4 tsp salt, Y/N started to do the second bowl with the more wet ingredients and started to mix them together with the milk and cracking a egg in it alongside the melted butter, "Perfect~" Y/N said with a smile looking towards Lucifer.

"I think everyone is going to like these pancakes!" Y/N said as she started to prepare the pan and using the pancake mix into the pan as they was going to make pancakes together. "I think you should take a break." Y/N said as they now were going to wait until people get ready. She is thinking about everyone else who haven't woken up. But soon enough she heard Charlie and Vaggi walking downstairs alongside Niffty and Husk. "Something smells good in here!" Charlie claimed with a smile.

"I'm going to make pancakes for everyone, so give me a moment!" She decided to make everyone a plate of pancakes as quickly as she could. Leaving hers and his pancakes alone. As everyone took their fair share of pancakes. Lucifer and Y/N were all alone in the kitchen.

Lucifer and Y/N began to walk towards the table, where they planned to eat together. This time, she was going to confess her feelings to him, and she was going to do it right now. But after pancakes, she reminded herself. Finally, she was going to put syrup on the pancakes, and they were walking towards the table, where they would sit next to each other.

Lucifer and Y/N were both eating pancakes right next to each other as one bite after another. She decided to pop the question anyways. "I know you still haven't moved on from Lilith... But I do like you a lot more than just a friend." Lucifer blushed madly as he wasn't excepting this but he decided to accept her confession after all she was pretty and was nice to him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

He didn't want to go too fast, so he was finally moving forward in his own way without anyone telling him otherwise. He wasn't sure if Charlie would think he was trying to replace her mother, but he knew that wouldn't be the case, and Lilith would always be a part of his past. She used to be his wife. And now she's gone forever.

A part of him finished his pancakes and Y/N finished her pancakes as well as she was looking at Lucifer loving every single of it. She wanted to make him happy since she thinks that he deserves happiness.

Y/N grabbed the empty plate and she started to walk towards the sink to put in to wash it later. Now she was thinking about Lucifer. Was this a right choice that she could have made. Or was she just pushing it. She doesn't know. Or does she want to know?

Instead she was going to focus on herself before thinking about making things official but she already let her feelings be known to him.

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It was late at night, and Lucifer was lying on his bed, depressed again. Was this all over Lilith? Why can't he just let her go? He looks at his phone, scrolling through the messages he's sent to Lilith over the years, as well as the voice messages, and frowns as he listens to each one. Maybe he couldn't fall asleep after all that twisting and turning. He was now thinking about Y/N. Oh how he is just being a burden on her lonely heart.

He understands that she deserves better than him. She was just a mortal who fell head over heels for someone like him, who is twice her age. How does this work? Fuck, he was overthinking everything in his overwhelmed mind. He needed to think about letting her down but he can't do that. He already accepted her offer, so many choices.

As if Y/N had already infiltrated his mind, she read the door that said no Alastor's allowed. Should he answer the door and let the knocking resume? No, he is better than that. He decided to get up after rubbing his eyes because he was tired. He opened the door and saw Y/N standing there again. She was stunning with her fox ears and multiple tails.

Y/N stood in front of him in her full glory, her fiery eyes staring straight at him as if they could match each other. She looked nervously at him, almost as if she was bothering him again. She couldn't sleep, and she wasn't sure this was a good idea. "Sorry, I just couldn't sleep." Lucifer shook his head as in he wasn't going to reject her like his other side told him to do. "Come in." Lucifer said bringing her inside his bedroom without her being a huge bother.

"Get comfortable." Lucifer smiled, unable to resist the desire to be near her. To take her hands inside his hands, but thinking he was smaller than her, he decided to take her hands and began guiding her towards the bed, allowing her to sit down.

Y/N began to sit down on the bed, looking over at Lucifer. Perhaps she can imagine that he can fall asleep here. She started lying down on the bed. "Wow, your bed is comfortable!" She spoke as she lay on her side, waiting for him to join her. Perhaps they will feel at ease in their surroundings and fall asleep. Lucifer couldn't help but lay down almost as if he wanted to fall into her embrace with his rosy cheeks.

Lucifer lay down on his side and began to look deeply into her orange pupils, as her fox ears calmed and relaxed and her nine tails remained well rested. His wings began to wrap around her like a blanket, bringing her closer. He had no idea what he was doing because he was acting purely on instinct. As she slowly fell asleep sinking into his bed. She was so beautiful, he thought to himself.

Lucifer decided to fall asleep while wrapping his arms around her, as if to protect her. Protect her from Hell. Protect her from everyone. He closed his eyes as he was holding her close to his body sharing body warmth.

Lucifer felt at home for the first time in 7 years, even if he wasn't in his palace; Charlie has given his lonely palace new purpose. He intended to assist Charlie with her hotel, and he wasn't perfect, but he was trying. He was doing his best to be a good father, but overcoming depression is not easy. He wasn't alone not anymore but he wonders what she could be dreaming about.

Y/N was finally at home, she didn't feel like a idiot for falling in love with Lucifer. But she was glad that she was inside his bedroom.

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The morning had arrived again, and Y/N was not in her bedroom, but she was content because she was sleeping in his arms, wrapped around by his wings. She was safe. Perhaps he would feel safer protecting her. He remained perfectly still with his eyes closed, as she enjoyed her rest.

Y/N awoke slowly, her gaze fixed on Lucifer's figure. He seemed so calm, with no nightmares in sight. Was this her doing? Maybe she gives him peace of mind and can help him overcome his depression. She wanted more than just to be his girlfriend, and possibly his wife if it came to that. But she knows she won't rush it. "One at a time," she told herself as she began to caress his wings.

Lucifer Morningstar began to awaken, and her red eyes opened as well. He began to blush madly as he realized there was a girl inside his bed. Wait a minute. Did he sleep with her? No, he could not have. He's just jumping to conclusions again. "Good Morning, Lu." Y/N gave him a cute nickname as he began to blush more. His heart slowly begins to shift from Lilith to her.

Was it true that Y/N began to wrap her hand around his hand as they looked deeply into each other's eyes, bringing them closer together than they had previously?

What a surprise, he learned how to move on.

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Date created: May 23, 2026

Date published: May 25, 2026

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥)

Hazbin Hotel/Short Story

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴏx ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴋᴇʟᴘɪᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ.

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Velvette had worked long and hard that day, and she was eager to get home to her girlfriend Veronica. Someone who truly understands her for herself. Dealing with Valentino and Vox was not an easy task. Velvette was walking towards the elevator to go upstairs to the penthouse apartment she had shared with Vox and Valentino since they're a team, they lived together.

Veronica was on the couch, waiting for her girlfriend to return home; she had been taking a break from acting. Her horse ears twitched in annoyance because it was taking so long to arrive. Her tail lay in between her legs. She was thinking about Velvette, and how time-consuming it was for her to be both a fashion designer and a public relations manager for Valentino and Vox. Men, she knows her father very well.

Velvette finally entered the elevator, with one thing on her mind: Veronica. Of all the women she had modeled before, Veronica was one of a kind, focused solely on business, and was one of her best models. Velvette pressed one of the buttons and was now waiting to go inside. She wanted this night to be all about them. She understands that her girlfriend can be a very impatient woman.

She finally went upstairs to their shared penthouse apartment. Velvette saw her girlfriend and knew she was ready to pounce on her. Veronica began to sit on the couch, looking back at Velvette. "It took you long enough, babe." Veronica was overjoyed to see her girlfriend open her arms for Velvette. Velvette walked over to the couch and flopped down onto her body. "Finally I am home. Sorry it took forever. Vox and Valentino was giving me a hard time. Especially with this Alastor business." Vox is getting way over his head again.

"You really should start putting your foot down. I know you can, girl, but you don't put yourself out there because you're following his wishes. I wish you knew what you were worth." Veronica said, holding Velvette close to her chest. Velvette was shorter than most overlords, so Veronica knew she was the best fashion designer she'd ever met.

"I understand. But every time I try to tell Vox to piss off, he calls me a whiny bitch today. A nerve. I am essentially the backbone of this company." Velvette continued to hide her head in her chest, only revealing one side. Really, father, he thought to himself, using the b-word isn't typical of him. Perhaps he's upset because Alastor is getting under his skin and throwing insults.

"I'll make sure to talk sense into him later. Now is the time for us to spend time together; what do you want to do?" Veronica inquired as she began to rub her back affectionately. Velvette looks up at her with her yellow pupils. "I'm thinking about movies for the night." "Only the two of us." Velvette couldn't decline the offer.

Veronica and Velvette would have sex right now, but because Velvette had such a difficult day, it was her responsibility as her girlfriend to care for her and her needs. She has to treat her princess after all. She needed to get off the couch and go make popcorn. Veronica knew exactly what she needed to do to help her feel better. Maybe do a little makeover. Instead, she wanted to kiss her before deciding to get up.

Velvette decided to get up so Veronica has time to get up. "You can pick a movie. Anything that you want." She wanted her girlfriend Velvette to have fun tonight. She knows working all day in the studio can be stressful and doing fittings. Oh, does she know it. She was a movie star and had to deal with a lot of fashion designers not being able to dedicate their singular time to her all the time. She started to get up from the couch and she started walking in their shared kitchen.

Velvette was now messing with the tv remote as she scrolling through the many movies that hell has to offer. They could watch Angel Dust's movies. But eh, who wants to see that. She would find the perfect, decided on the movie White Chicks.

Veronica was now in the kitchen, and she began to make popcorn the modern way, by using the microwave. She's been in hell for over thirty years. She is aware that she is the eldest in the relationship, but it does not seem to matter because no one appears to age. They're dead so age doesn't matter much to them but is it crazy to be both dead in the living world and alive in another world, crazy how time works down here.

The Microwave Popcorn was done and she started to go towards the cabinets and to grab a big bowl enough for them to eat from. She started to pour the popcorn into the huge bowl for them wondering if Velvette picked a movie for them. Probably a chick flick, but then she finds romantic movies with men to be boring.

Veronica was now walking towards the living room, while Velvette was watching television. "I'm here with the popcorn." She said this as she quickly sat down next to Velvette, making room on the couch for her. "So, what's on the agenda for movie night?" Veronica spoke as she stared at the television. White Chicks? This film is well past my time. She thought to herself.

"Yes, I heard it was a funny movie." Velvette stated that she knew how to sneak movies from Earth to where she was now as she began to eat the popcorn from the bowl. They were both watching television as the movie began, and she remained cuddled up with her. It was heavenly.

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Velvette was glad to spend time with her girlfriend after a long day as they watched the movie together for an hour. Veronica was eating from the same popcorn bowl as they both laughed at the same scenes in the film, wondering what the other was thinking. "Comedy has changed since we've been down here." Veronica remarked as she rested her head against her and they began to enjoy each other's company.

Veronica was eating more popcorn, it was nice and buttery on her tongue, and she was wondering what tomorrow would be like; was it already the weekend? She thought to herself. But Velvette was already settling into the couch, almost like they were asleep. She finished the popcorn and took the empty bowl from Velvette, who was deep in sleep and appeared exhausted.

Veronica took the empty bowl and began to leave the couch, heading towards the kitchen, where she placed the bowl in the sink before returning to the living room to find Velvette asleep. She wasn't sure whether to wake her girlfriend up. But she decided to pick up her girlfriend Velvette, so she began walking towards their shared bedroom, opening and closing it.

Velvette was soundly asleep in her arms. She truly was a princess in her arms as she walked towards her bed and began to place her on it. She was going to cuddle her in bed. Honestly, she wished she could make love with her body. She began to lie on the bed, next to Velvette, and wrapped her arms around her. Velvette felt so soft inside her arms even if she was a doll demon, she truly was amazing. Even when she came into hell, she welcomed her with open arms.

Velvette was dreaming about them together as she lay on the bed with her back to Veronica. Veronica was Velvette's girlfriend, and she didn't mind that she is bisexual. Despite their age difference, they appear to be connected by their shared interest in fashion, with Veronica constantly trying to stay current. Perhaps she was getting in over her head with her throats, causing her body to shift.

Veronica was wide awake and she could feel her whole body started to shift into her grasp. She wondered what could be upsetting her girlfriend during her slumber. She decided to close her eyes so that way she can meet her into her dreams. She wonders what she could be dreaming about. But she was going to find out one or another.

Velvette was being chased in her dream, which had turned from a sweet dream into a nightmare in which she was being pursued. It was a wolf. But she wasn't sure who it was. As she continued running, she tripped in front of a water fountain. The wolf was revealed to be Veronica, a kelpie demon. She took her hands and began to dance with her. Everyone behind them began playing music as they swayed to it.

Outside of the dream world, they were still cuddling each other. Velvette's hand was inside Veronica's hands as their heads were interlinked with each other. Their eyes slowly opened leaving the dream world temporarily. "To think you are still hot and irresistible outside of the dream world." Velvette remarked as she started to caress her cheek.

To think they'd be dancing with each other through their bodies, only to be left on a cliffhanger. Veronica was already grinding against her, smiling seductively. She began kissing her on the lips in order to control her mouth. She intended to explore her mouth as their method of making love together. Velvette opened her mouth for her as her eyes hazy with exhaustion from work and lust all the same to her. They begin makeout with each other again.

The makeout session was abruptly cut short with the question, "Do you want to continue or do you want to sleep tonight?" She asked because she wanted to give her the option and didn't want to force it on her if she didn't want to. "Let us go to bed." "We can continue tomorrow." Velvette yawned again, and Veronica had to oblige because she adores Velvette. She leaned in to kiss her on the forehead and fell asleep.

They decided to go back to sleep, despite Veronica's erotic impulses, and she told her that they would have sex tomorrow as a way of giving her the space she needed to rest and regain her energy. She was going to try to clear her mind for a moment. She wonders what else she could do in the bedroom. Even as she slept, she wanted to hold and kiss her.

They were sleeping together in their shared bed, as they had only been dating for a month since the last extermination. Specifically, the hotel had to be built, and her father Vox was now attempting to demolish it. She understands that Vox is in over his head. She simply wants to make love with her. Velvette was so frustrated and stressed by Vox's temper tantrums that she had reached her breaking point. If only Asher could make him back to his senses.

Soon enough, the sun rose, and it was early morning, but Velvette didn't want to get up too soon. Veronica gradually woke up and began to stretch her arms up into the air, where she saw Velvette still sleeping. She wonders how she will get dressed quietly, then walks to the closet and grabs one of her clothes to undress and change into new clothes. She has to look perfect for Velvette.

Veronica began to get dressed in a simple red dress. She recognizes the importance of assisting her girlfriend in preparing. She wants to have breakfast like coffee. She did not feel like eating, especially in the early morning. She puts on the red kitten heels. She looks over to her sleeping body. She decided to wait until she woke up and began to walk outside of the bedroom.

Veronica was walking to the kitchen to make coffee while she waited for Velvette to join her. She knows exactly what she enjoys. She was now waiting until she came down. She knew exactly what she was going to enjoy. Velvette awoke quickly and noticed that Veronica had left; she wondered where she had gone, but she decided to get ready for the day.

Velvette dressed herself and rushed to the kitchen, where she saw Veronica and smiled. Good morning, baby. Velvette leaned in, kissing her on the cheek. Veronica smiles as she opens her phone to find a large number of texts from her father. Whatever she was thinking to herself. He occasionally acts like an overprotective father.

Veronica began to text him back as she focused on her phone. She didn't want to text him right now because she was upset with him. VE: What's the deal? VO: What do you mean? What is my deal? Did you forget you were supposed to meet with me? VE: You must apologize to Velvette. Before that, she immediately stopped texting him. She wondered if he was affecting Valentino, even though she didn't care.

Velvette immediately began making coffee for both of them and serving it in two cups, which were now full of coffee and cream. "Cheers to the morning?" Velvette asked as she grabbed her cup, and Veronica responded, "Sure." They soon cheered and drank coffee together.

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Date Created: May 21 2026

Date Published: May 22nd 2026

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dinner Date

Hazbin Hotel/MurderDoe

Story

author's note: This is for my dear friend @robtamamaxarchist and their oc Elizabeth belongs to them.

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It was Mother's Day, and I knew the kids were all grown up, especially Arthur and Asher, who had grown up with their adorable daughter Eloise. He had planned to make reservations at this one special place called Buttercup Bistro, which was a nice place, but everything was a surprise. He wanted to make this day extra special because Alden was now at the table, knowing he had told her about this place and where to find it. Now he was just waiting for his wife.

Alden was fiddling with his fingers and thinking about his wife. Oh, she was stunning, and he managed to get her pregnant three times. She was not only the ideal mother, but also the ideal wife that any man could hope for. It was only 4:00 p.m., but it seemed like so long ago. He was ignoring anyone else that would catch his attention.

Elizabeth finally arrived, looking as stunning as ever, with his glowing strawberry blonde hair and emerald-shaped eyes. She was glad Alden had decided to take her out for Mother's Day. It's not every day she gets to spend time with her husband, knowing that he isn't always the outgoing type, but he was well worth it. She was scouting him out until she noticed him sitting alone at the table.

Alden noticed Elizabeth rushing over to him, and he knows how much he enjoys that kind of enthusiasm, especially from his wife, so he began to wave towards her to let her know where to find him. Elizabeth soon starts to sit across from Alden. "I am so glad you chose this location." Elizabeth said as she started to look him in the eyes. "I figured going out as a couple would be the best Mother's Day gift I could give you." He said as he slowly reached for her hand.

Of course, Elizabeth took his hand in return. "I know the kids are grown up now, but I miss being a mother more than ever. I'd like to pay you a visit whenever possible, but for now, let's focus on each other." Alden understands how much she misses being a mother, but he has already decided to pay them a visit. "I am sure Eloise, Asher, and Arthur would love to be visited by you." He knows he wasn't the best father, but he'll do anything for Elizabeth. "Now I want to spoil you with my love~" Alden said as he decided to kiss her on the hand.

Alden looks back at her as he starts to browse the menu. "I've heard positive things about this location. "I can be ready for dessert with you, but it was difficult to make reservations at this place." Elizabeth laughs at his flirtatious behavior back when he had no idea what flirting was. Oh, how the years have passed. "With you, there's never a dull moment. makes me fall even more in love with you." Knowing how much he has changed, she said, grinning. She said, "...Oh, you remember when you weren't sure about being a parent?"

Alden sighed before returning his gaze to her eyes, recalling that question as vividly as if it were yesterday, now that their children had grown into adults. They have this free time for themselves. "Yes, I was, until I saw you holding Asher in your arms. I knew I was going to become a father." To think it was only Mother's Day, but this was her day to be honored as the mother who had given birth to both his son and daughter. Although he wishes Asher were his biological child.

"So, what will you eat, my dear? It's my treat." Alden inquired, looking at her with those eyes that knew exactly what she intended to eat. He could think of any New Orleans dish she could order and eat at this restaurant. And this restaurant was at the pinnacle of New Orleans cuisine.

"Hmm, I'm not sure yet." Elizabeth said, before looking over the menu and noticing all the creative names, that she could go for some gumbo. She could order this seafood-flavored gumbo; seafood can be expensive, and she was feeling fancy. "What about this seafood gumbo?" Elizabeth mentioned showing off the menu, and he couldn't help but savor the taste inside his mouth; it does sound delicious.

Alden decided to be a little more creative when it came to selecting a dish; perhaps he should try a burger. He knows burgers aren't a big deal because Vincent seems to enjoy them more than he does. He much prefers a good steak. But for today, he will be a little more daring. "I am not sure if they serve steak, but I will order their bistro burger." Alden said with a wide smile, and Elizabeth looked at him in awe.

The waitress approached the table, noticing Elizabeth and Alden together as their hands quickly began to interlock again. "Hello. Are you both ready to order?" Elizabeth smiled at the waitress and said, "Hello, yes, we are ready to order." Elizabeth said as she looked back at her husband, urging him to say something. "Hello, I apologize for being distracted; we are ready to order." He soon found himself waiting for his wife to say something.

"I'll take the seafood gumbo, please and thank you." Elizabeth's voice still possessed that kindness, and she was truly kind to everyone she met. The waitress looked at him, and he began to speak. "I'll have the Bistro Burger, please." Alden spoke, and the waitress nodded as she began to write it on her notepad. "And for drinks?" The waitress asked. "Just one bottle of wine for us." Soon enough, the waitress left.

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"So, when was the last time you took me anywhere?" Regardless of their age, they felt like a young couple again inside this diner. "It's been a while. I know I've been preoccupied with my long-term fame and passing that legacy down to my son." He wasn't thinking about his age; he's no longer in his twenties and thirties. "I have been taking care of the home as usual, but you have been working hard; now I only have a husband to take care of," she teased.

"It's been relatively easy now that I don't have three children running around, you were better at parenting." Alden understands that he was not the perfect parent, but he did his best, and Elizabeth appreciated it as he began to lean toward her and caress her cheek. "Happy Mother's Day, my love." Elizabeth begins to blush as he caresses her cheek with his hand.

"I know you had doubts about your parenting abilities, but I think you did an excellent job. Asher and Eloise both love you. I understand you and Arthur have struggled with your relationship, but you have years to make up in their adult lives." Elizabeth did her best to reassure Alden as she looked at him lovingly; of course, he played a role in favoritism, but growing up with an abusive father did not help him.

"Yeah, I miss those moments. I'm still sorry for what happened; it was my fault, but despite you pushing that baby out of you, I thought you'd die... but I'm glad you survived and we have our beautiful baby boy. I suppose it was easier once Eloise arrived." Elizabeth could not help but smile softly again. "It was a little easier. But I'll do it again with you." Elizabeth stated that knowing how much she adores Alden, he was the ideal man she married and the best father in her eyes.

The waitress returned with their meals without a single doubt. "Here are your meals, Mr. and Mrs."She soon had her seafood gumbo, while he had his bistro burger. Elizabeth's gumbo was a traditional New Orleans gumbo with Gulf shrimp, crab meat, and okra. Elizabeth couldn't help but appreciate how well they made it. Just the way she liked it, much like her cooking. Alden ate his burger, despite the fact that he didn't particularly enjoy them. This burger altered his mind. It consisted of brisket, short rib, and chuck, with Tillamook extra sharp cheddar cheese and applewood bacon on a brioche bun with crispy pommes frites.

"It's time to enjoy our meals." Elizabeth said with a small smile, aware that their conversation had been partially interrupted, but she didn't seem to mind as long as she could enjoy dinner with her husband. Elizabeth began to eat her gumbo while maintaining eye contact with her husband, despite the fact that they had a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the table and were too preoccupied with the food. He began to open the wine bottle, intending to pour it into both glasses.

This was ideal—just him and his wife, with no one else to bother him. They rarely went out when they had children because children came first, but he would not change his life; his life was perfect and there was nothing wrong with it. He wasn't particularly fond of children at first, but he grew to enjoy being a father as he took a large bite of his burger; the crispy bacon felt good on his tongue. He kept eating his burger, swallowing each bite.

Elizabeth had already finished her gumbo and was savoring every bite. She never imagined her husband would plan such a big surprise. Although he can be quite romantic when he sets his mind to it, she grabbed her wine glass and began to drink it. It was a lovely shade of red, just how she and her husband preferred it.

When the burger was finished, he grabbed his glass and wanted to toast with his wife, but he didn't know what to say. A part of him realizes she was reading his mind. He held his glass and tilted his head slightly to look at Elizabeth. "Let us toast to parenthood, my dear." Alden said as he waited for her to grab her glass, and they both began toasting together.

They soon started toasting together as they both began to drink. It was delightful. To think that today, of all days, was more memorable than the last. However, they wonder what they will do for their children as soon as they arrive. Despite Asher's busy schedule with his children, they understand that they must meet on an equal footing.

What a perfect time for a kiss? Right. Maybe, just maybe, they'll kiss each other at the right time on this perfect day. They placed their glasses on the table, and Alden reached over to it as Elizabeth gazed at her with those lustful eyes. "Je suppose que tu veux un baiser" Soon, their lips met, and he slowly closed his eyes, melting into her warm embrace of a kiss.

It only lasted a moment before the waiteress returned and placed the check. But he blushed again as he looked at the waiter standing there. He planned to pay for it. The waiter noticed that they were having a private moment and placed the check on the table before leaving.

Alden began to pay for the food and slowly stood up from the table. "Are you prepared to go to see the children?" He inquired as he began to extend a hand towards her. Elizabeth smiled up at him, "Of course." Elizabeth said as she quickly took his hand and began to leave the area. It was now 6:00 p.m. Enough time to make it worthwhile.

They both began to walk outside of the Bistro and out, towards Arthur's house, wondering if they were all in the same house. Elizabeth wondered what she was expecting, and she was slightly tipsy from the wine, but not enough to stop walking. "Let us go see our children." He said.

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Finally they arrived at Arthur's place, it was just like they imagined, their son was truly perfect in every way especially with the way he chose his house whom he calls his home. However they were excepting the suprise of their lives as soon as they knock on the door waiting for answer. "I hope Arthur is alright." Elizabeth said looking over at her husband knowing how much busy their lives have gone with children.

When Arthur opened the door, he saw his mother and lit up, but when he saw his father, his expression turned sour. It appears that he has not forgotten the memories from his childhood. "Please come inside." Arthur invited her inside to see the surprise that was waiting for his mother and father.

Once inside, Alden noticed Asher was pregnant with his second child. His daughter, Veronica, was with her father Vincent. Asher approached immediately and hugged both his mother and father. "I am so happy to see mama and papa," he said, maintaining his playful charm from when he was a child. "I am so glad to see you here on Mother's Day."

Arthur looks at Elizabeth and Alden, knowing that his wife and daughter are finishing the cake they made for Elizabeth to celebrate Mother's Day. "We have a surprise for you; simply sit down." Arthur said kindly, allowing them to sit on the couch. Eloise was also present as a young adult, albeit she was younger than them. "I am glad you're here, Mama. It was Arthur and Asher's idea to visit here."

Evelyn began to bring out the cake she had helped make and placed it on the table in front of her, with the words "Happy Mother's Day" on it. Arthur soon brought them all together as a single unit. Elizabeth was overcome with happiness. "Really? "For me?" Elizabeth inquired as she smiled at Arthur and Asher, attempting to hold back happy tears.

This was perfect, everything a mother could ask for. Not just a cake, but a family united as one. The cake was half chocolate and half vanilla, and Asher helped light the candles. Elizabeth started blowing out the candles. Everyone clapped together. What a wonderful mother's day. "Thank you all; this is a Mother's Day I'll never forget."

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P.S: Asher belongs to me while Eloise and Evelyn and Arthur all belong to @robtamamaxarchist

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୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Roses (RadioScript)

This takes place before the finale, Asher is my persona from Hazbin Hotel and in his source him and Alastor are father/son (in new canon) (Ocs are soul bonded to the characters)

This is strictly sfw

art creds is lucidluncaticc

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It had been a few months since the hotel was listed on the map, Charlie was exhausted from work, and Alastor was missing. Asher was filling in as a co-host. He wasn't always a radio demon, but he tries. Vaggie finds Asher while trying to direct the guests to their rooms. "Asher, please get your father, Alastor. He isn't doing his job. " Asher sighs, realizing that his father is nowhere to be found.

"I'll go find him, Vaggie. Just check on Charlie. "*She seems stressed." he wonders where Lucifer was, his uncle was maybe to antagonize his father like he always does. Asher decided to get some flowers since he knows that he loves Roses because nature reminds him of his wife Elizabeth. He went to the cannibal colony to buy flowers with the help of Rosie and going back to the hotel.

Alastor was inside his room, sitting in front of the fire, angry that his staff was broken and Rosie was no help, and he didn't want to go see her. He sees no point in assisting if he isn't the most powerful sinner. He heard the knock on the door and appears irritated. "What is it now? " He hopes Charlie and Vaggie aren't bothering him. He began walking towards the door and opened it to see his adopted son, Asher.

"Papa, Vaggie wanted to go find you." Asher said as he looked worried looking at his father like this. He seemed disgruntled. He wonders what was the problem before looking over at his broken staff. "Are those flowers?" Alastor asked looking at the roses which Asher nods in return. "Yes, I thought giving you some flowers would help you feel a little bit better." Alastor immediately takes the flowers to put in a vase right next to the photo of he has of his family.

Asher closed the door behind him and looked around; everything felt more familiar. Part of it was the bayou and two chairs in front of the fireplace. He sat down in the chair, waiting for his father to sit across from him. "Do you know where Mama is? " He asked, looking at Alastor, who appeared to be upset about something. "She is in heaven, but Adam broke my cane. I have not been able to perform my duties. " Asher was more smart than that, wondering what else he was keeping from him. "*You know I can never tell you the full truth now can I?*" Alastor asked as he held his broken cane. "*I have been trying to follow in your footsteps and I know this has to do with Rosie does it?*" Asher said.

Alastor's face was in a permanent smile. "And my husband Vox isn't making this case easy now does it?" Asher asked as he was sitting in the hotel. "Maybe the hotel is changing you and you don't like it." Asher said which Alastor looked at at his son knowing that he couldn't dare to be angry at him for telling the truth.

"Rosie is the primary reason I am chained to her, yes. And the primary reason for my strength. But you know you keep this between us, son. You know how I always preferred you over my own son Arthur, but I feel empty without your mother around." He said, grabbing the picture of him and her with their children. "Now I realize that redemption was possible all along with the help of my niece Charlie." Asher frowned, wondering if this was the primary reason he was hiding. "Is this why you aren't helping like at all? You know I have been helping my uncle to even host the hotel" Asher didn't sound very happy.

"I don't know if I am going to be redeemed that means giving up the prideful parts of me. I have to stop killing people. I can't be unchained. Rosie treats me like her pet. I am not her pet." Alastor said as he was showing off his anger in form of a scowl. "I know even if I could help you get redeemed. I don't think I know how." He said before leaning into his own cane which was a microphone. "We don't know how Sir Pentious got redeemed but he is still dead." Asher said as he noticed that he was angry and he wasn't exactly helping.

"Do you think maybe talking to Charlie would help?" Asher suggested looking at him waiting to hear his answer. Asher knew that his father couldn't say no to him unless his name was his other son. "I know you miss mama but sulking about it, it's not helping. Let's get back." Asher suggested by lending out his hand towards him.

Alastor was quite hesitant to take his hand but he took his hand. "Ah, you are just stubborn as me, huh? Ever since I raised you as my daughter." Alastor remarked as he was helping him up like this. "If redemption is possible then we can do this together." Asher said as he held his hand inside his hand as a platonic dad to son gesture.

Asher and Alastor started to walk outside of his bedroom to go catch up with Vaggie and Charlie. Vaggie immediately saw them and looked at Asher. "Asher, you're just in time. Can you tell Charlie to not feed into Vox's lies?" Asher started to scratch at his neck. "I'll do my best but I can't guarantee anything. My cousin could be pretty stubborn too." He chuckled lightly before leaving Alastor's sight again.

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Asher looked around for Charlie, hoping to speak with her about something. But she always seemed preoccupied with something, even though he was the only one who got Alastor out of his room. Asher watched into Charlie who was inside her bedroom, almost about to text Vox. "I know you are going to text Vincent, Colette." He said knowing they are alone inside the room, he sat next to him.

"He keeps spreading these lies about me one after another and another. I would never hurt anyone especially not like this." Asher immediately wrapped his arms around her listening to her woes. "It's not about you, it never has been. I think he's trying to find an excuse to lure my father out. He's always been like." Asher laughed nervously leaning his head against her shoulder. "I would find a way to talk to him but it won't be easy unless he and father can figure out something." Charlie's frown slowly turns into a smile. "Thanks, Asher." Asher nodded, "anytime."

Soon enough, he started to walk outside of the bedroom. He decided to check on anything that he needs to do before settling at the bar looking at Husk. "Hey, Husk." Asher asked looking at him wondering how he's been holding up. After all of this time, he hasn't have the time to talk to him due to how busy the hotel is with guests who choose to stay. "I am doing just fine." Husk said as he begins to clean the bar glasses as he already finished serving some people. "I have been busy, do you mind if you get me a drink?" Asher asked hoping it wasn't much of a bother. Husk doesn't even answer the question but he starts to make him a drink. "Thanks, Husk." Asher said before drinking it.

Asher begins to continue drinking before asking for another. "You finally got Alastor out of his room? Hell even I couldn't get him to do anything." Husk asked looking at him curiously as Asher started to swish with his glass. "He only listens to me nowadays since mama is in heaven." Asher said knowing that before all of this, he was his adoptive father all of this time not knowing his actual biological father drinking. "I still can't believe Alastor is your father let alone he has a wife." Husk said even though he knows Asher wouldn't lie to him.

"I just want the best for my father and maybe talking to Arthur would help ease my mind a little bit. I wonder where Alastor is." Asher said still looking at Husk wondering what he was doing, maybe going to a walk. Soo enough Charlie was bringing Vox and Velvette into the hotel. "*Look what the devil dragged in." He chuckled before looking over at his husband. Vox immediately walked over to him and he started to hit onto him. "Baby, I have been wondering where you were."

"I was spending time here in the hotel with my family." Vox sat down next to Asher as they got closer to each other now. "Let me guess you're here for another rematch, Vincent?" Asher remarked as Vox blushed immediately and started to shush Asher. "Don't call me that in public."

"Just stop spreading lies about my cousin, or else." Asher said looking at Vox which Vox sighed. "Well, I am going along with public opinion and it gets clicks and money, since we have been losing money." Vox said which sounded mostly excuses. Asher rolls his eyes before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. "*Still doing your old ways~" he couldn't help but tease a little bit.

Before Vox could returned the kiss, Alastor appeared in front of them and he seemed annoyed, "am I interrupting something?"

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First post in the 2026

Also happy late Valentine's Day

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Breaking News - Vincent Whittman (Vox) x Fem!Reader SMUT

Summary: Vincent fucks you on his newscaster desk while the rest of the studio employees are out to lunch.

Contents/Possible Warnings: Rough sex, Semi-Public Sex (they fuck in an empty news studio), Fingering, PIV Sex, Creampie, Mentions of filimg sex, no actual filmed sex, Degradation, Praise, SMUT, MDNI

You always admired the way he looked while he reported the latest news story; eyes focused on the camera as he read off his notes, the small smile he'd do at the beginning of each segment, the way he'd absentmindedly fidget with the pen in his hand as his co-host spoke, a boredom on his face the average viewer wouldn't pick up on. It all made him so handsome to you, so lovable. Seeing it in black and white on the television was one thing, but seeing it all in color just a few feet away from it all was another. It was almost entrancing.

"That's all for that story, folks," Vincent spoke confidently, smiling into the camera as he brought the report to a close, "and remember, trust us with your news." He finished, and the camera panned out before turning off, leaving a studio full of employees eager to go on break, including him. You moved past the crowd and towards the newscaster's desk, mouth curving into a grin as you came to him, his lunch in your hands. His eyes turned upwards from his papers to look at you, a pleased smirk making its way onto his face at the sight of you visiting him at work, something you didn't always do often.

"You left your lunch at home again," you spoke with a smile, setting it down on the desk.

"Maybe I meant to, after all, it did earn a nice little visit from you," he replied, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. You obeyed, taking a seat on him as you both leaned in, lips meeting in a sweet kiss that Vincent soon turned heated, lightly nipping at your bottom lip as you separated for air. You let out a gasp as he grabbed you by your hips, grinding you down against him.

"Vincent!" You hissed, the sound turning into a light moan. "What's gotten into you?! We're in public!" You scolded, your words falling on deaf ears as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"And? That isn't going to stop me from fucking you right here on this desk," he purred against your neck. "Come on, be a good girl for me." He insisted with a growl, moving down to push the skirt of your dress up, the fabric bunching around the top of your thighs as his hands slipped down to your underwear, tugging them to the side eagerly. A finger slipped into your wet heat, fucking you slowly as he chuckled at the noises slipping out of your lips, and the way you hurriedly covered your mouth with your hands to suppress them.

'V-Vincent," you stuttered, "h-hold on, we'll get in trouble—" you slapped your hands over your mouth again as he added a second finger, then a third not long after, your cunt clenching down on them out of reflex as the pleasure shook your body. It was all happening too quickly, and you were struggling to keep up with every wave of ecstasy that overtook you.

"Fuck, look at you, dripping all over my hand like a slut." He curled his fingers, brushing over your sweet spot, your legs shaking as a jolt of pleasure shot through you, your toes curling. "Hmm? You like that, honey?" He purred, voice sickeningly sweet as he mocked you, repeating the motion. "That's my pretty girl, coming undone all over my hand like the little whore she is." You moaned at his words, head reeling with the rush of it all.

"Vincent 'm gonna cum," you slurred out, barely able to speak as the pleasure began to fog your mind, unsure just how he was managing to fuck you dumb with just his fingers so quickly. "Fuuuck, gonna cum, Vincent! I—" You let out a long, frustrated whine as he pulled his fingers out, the beginnings of your orgasm already starting to ebb away. "Dammit, Vincent!" You hissed.

"Shut up." He growled out, picking you up and laying you on the desk, the lunchbox you had placed on it earlier falling to the ground with a loud 'clang'. "Can't believe how fucking desperate you are right now, just a few minutes ago you were asking what was wrong with me." He pulled your panties down, letting them fall to the studio floor before he moved to unzip his pants. He pulled them down just enough to free his hardened cock, the large tip already leaking pre-cum as he lined himself up with your wet pussy.

He slid in with one swift movement, the desk jolting beneath you both as he began to move, not bothering to give you any time to adjust to the stretch of his cock splitting you open. He let out a pleasured grunt as he began to fuck you, watching his thick cock disappear into your tight cunt with every thrust, your pussy gripping him. "Fuck!" He growled, rutting into you roughly, hips snapping against yours. "That's right, take me like the good little fucktoy you are." He hissed, lips moving back down to your neck, nipping at the flesh, making sure to leave a mark you'd have for weeks to come.

"Can you imagine someone walking in on us? You'd be so fucking beautiful, wouldn't you? Gripping my cock like a whore while you take me, all those little sounds leaving your lips while someone watches." He groaned at the idea, fucking you deeper, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the large room. "They couldn't touch you, because you're mine, aren't you, honey? My sweet girl. Come on, baby, say it, say you're all mine."

You moaned in response, head falling back as your eyes screwed shut, unable to speak as he pounded into you, every thrust rougher than the last.

"Answer me." He barked, grabbing your face, "Tell me who you belong to."

"You! I belong to you, Vincent!" You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him even closer. "I'm all yours! Fuck! I don't want anyone else!" He chuckled in satisfaction at your declaration, kissing you roughly, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as he grew closer to his climax.

"I should get the cameraman in here next time, yeah? Record a nice little movie of you. Maybe I'll show it off to the others, show them what they can't have." He moaned out, rutting into you deeper. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he announced, looking into your eyes. "I'm gonna fill you so fucking deep you'll be dripping for days." He came hard with a long groan, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shot into you, spilling onto the desk. You came soon after, shaking with ecstasy as your orgasm ripped through you, clinging onto him desperately as you rode out the last waves.

"Fuck," he panted, hair slick with sweat. "That was the best sex I've ever had." He buried his face into your neck, riding out the last aftershocks of his climax with shallow thrusts before his hips stilled. He pushed himself up off you, sitting back in the chair as his eyes drifted over to the clock.

"You know, we still have a while before the others come back from lunch..."

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I cannot access my tumblr account on phone so temporialy I am going to have move blogs and make new ones. I am sorry I will still use this account on PC while on mobile will be something different for the time being. I will not post on this account.

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Update: I got it backkkk

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°💵⋆.ೃ🍀࿔*:･ Good Luck Charm (Stanalina)

Author’s Note: This is suggestive and nsfw. Catalina is one of my Gravity Fall ocs and is constantly shipped with Stanley Pines. I wanna write more about them and if that bothers you, you can read something else instead.

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Summer 2012 flashback

Business was roaring as usual. Stan was managing the mystery shack with the assistance of Soos and Wendy. Wendy, on the other hand, isn't much help because she's here for the summer. If only Stan knew where fate would take him.

Catalina came inside the shack with her two children, Alberto and Liliana. Alberto was approximately 20 years old, and Liliana was 16 years old, close to Wendy's age. Stan had never seen anyone more lovely than her. Never in his life had he seen a more lovely woman. With her brown hair that barely touched the back of her shoulder and bright hazel-green eyes.

Stan felt so elderly in comparison; he isn't as young as he once was, and his hair was all gray, along with his distinctive red fez hat and magic 8 ball cane. He needed to change his ways. He walked towards Catalina with a spring in his stride.

"Go ahead and explore, kids," Catalina said to her kids with a smile. "Keep an eye on your sister, Alberto." Alberto soon glances at her mother and nods to his sister, acknowledging their attraction and holding hands. Catalina noticed Stan was approaching her. Her heart skips a beat. He appears to be a charming man, especially given his age. Catalina has been subconsciously aware of losing her beauty at 38 years old. "I've never seen you around here before. What's a doll like you, wonderin' around the mystery shack?" Stan asked he was trying to flirt with her.

Catalina flushed as she observed the man flirting with her; she hadn't had a man flirt with her like this since her divorce. "Why aren't you such a sweetheart. I just recently moved down here, not too long ago." Catalina didn't want to express why, since the reason she was here could have brought the mood down. "Well, well, you are in luck. Because you now see what Gravity Falls can truly show you." Stan was trying to be less awkward with her since he has taken interest in her.

Out of the women he has been with, Catalina felt special to him already, like fate brought them together, though how would it be with him? He pushed away his self-doubts and brought more out of his charming persona, bringing her around the shack. He would give any merchandise free of charge if he could.

Catalina knew this whole ordeal was fake. It was obvious to her that he was scamming people out of their money, but she just found this man to be interesting. Mind, she leaves herself into a little fantasy. "So do you want to show me around?" Breaking away the awkward silence between the two of them and Stanley nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, of course! Where are my manners!" He began to guide her around the shack as if a personal shack.

Catalina took in the sights surrounding her, finding them unusual but enjoyable. One of them looked weird, like a giant age with a pair of underwear dubbed the "Sascrotch". She swore she did spot a giant bear head with a unicorn horn on it. Everything was feeding her curiosity. "So do you work on this shack yourself?" She asked out of pure curiosity about what he would say.

"I mean, I do have Soos and Wendy to help around the shack, but I am mostly doing it by myself. My niece and nephew are staying at the shack for the summer. Just a bundle of joy, they are." Stan wasn't as experienced dealing with children than Catalina was especially if all to him she could be a single mother.

Catalina imagined what the kids looked like, even though she hadn't noticed them around. She assumed they were playing outside. Her children are getting older now, and they didn't need her as much as Liliana since she isn't a legal adult. "Since my children are getting older, there isn't much to do anymore.. I don't remember the last thing I did for myself." Motherhood was not without its challenges. Originally, she had Alberto. It was a drunken fling. It was not intended with her and Kenji. Though this has never made her love her children any less. She wouldn't trade anything in the world for her son and daughter.

Stan needed to cheer this woman up, he couldn't bare to see her upset. He looked at Stan. "No matter how old they are. They still goin' to need ya regardless because you are their mother." Catalina blushed, but she enjoyed the reassurance of the older stranger. Yet she never got a glimpse of his name.

Catalina sensed her heart becoming warmer. It was like she had met this man before, but she knew he was unfamiliar to her since they had never met before that day. "What's your name?" Catalina asked him what made Stan stand still: should he drop the facade and reveal his true name, or should he continue to be referred to as his brother? He continued to look at her. He couldn't lie to this beautiful woman. "Just call me Stan." His real name was Stanley, but he couldn't tell her not yet.

"Catalina." The pretty lady spoke to Stan. Catalina was such a beautiful name. He had never heard it before in his life. It suited her perfect face like as if the name was made for her letting this Latina walk into his life with her curvy hips and perfect ass he couldn't resist looking at but he needed to be a gentleman. "What a gorgeous name for a gal like you," Catalina started to blush and become oddly shy again.

"My father gave me that name." Catalina had a loving relationship with her father, and they were oddly close despite his old age now but now it was noticeably getting late. "It's getting late now, but I enjoyed our little chat." She heard her children calling out for her. Mom! Mom! That was her cue. "I'll have to go. I'll see you soon," She planted a kiss on his cheek that made him spin mentally.

He watched as the lady left the mystery shack, and he was still in awe. Dipper and Mabel ran towards their grunkle Stan and noticed the love inside his eyes. "Grunkle Stan!" Mabel was trying to get his attention. Dipper was clutching a journal against his chest, Who's that lady you were talking to?" Mabel was curious, looking up at him with bright eyes. “Yeah, who is that woman. Sure looked suspicious.” Dipper said, wondering where the father was, instead of Catalina walking in with two of her children.

The new woman in Gravity Falls is a mystery; if only Stan could bring heads or tails. He shook his head and flashed a bright smile, rustling Mabel's hair. "Just a tourist," Stan reassured her before walking inside with them. "We did great today. I don't do this often, but feel free to choose any merchandise you want." This was a distraction from his thoughts about Catalina, yet Mabel seemed so happy with her grappling hook, and Dipper put on a hat. He pressed his hand against his cheek and saw the red lipstick mark on his hand.

He knows absolutely nothing about this woman besides being a single mother and has recently moved. Maybe if he went out more often, he could spot her hanging around.

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Present Time (Suggestive)

Stan was still leading tours today for nostalgic reasons. Just the way he did it back in the 80s and early 2000s to the 2010s. Catalina was sitting on the counter swinging her legs back and forth watching Stan doing his tours. She was his wife now, remembering the early times she had met.

Catalina was sitting pretty on the counter since she was unable to move around due to Stan fucking her so hard she was unable to use her legs. Stan took a peek towards his wife and he walked towards her with a smile and Catalina pretending to act shy. "Resting your legs, sweetheart. Would hate to see you overworkin' your legs since last night~" He started to whisper inside her ears, and she giggled. "Came here for a little boost?" Catalina talked in a sultry, seductive tone. Her tone made him deeply aroused, but he had to keep his cool.

"Maybe I came over here for more than a boost~" Stan smirked at Catalina, and she grabbed his bow strings on his suit, toying with them. "Trying so hard to resist me, huh? You could pick me up and take me to your office right now?~" She kept speaking in such a tone, still playing with his strings, made his heart skip several beats. This woman had him wrapped around her finger, and he didn't care.

Stan was drawn into an intimate and intense kiss, which he couldn't help but surrender into. He shut his eyes, and Catalina closed hers as well. They kissed each other. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Stan never needed to breathe when kissing her like she was his oxygen and life. She was his everything. His wife.

They kept kissing as if they wanted everyone in the shack to watch. He broke apart from the kiss and smiled at her. He loved kissing her on the lips. Having her sweet taste of red lipstick dressing on his lips. Maybe he would want to tease her a little bit more? He enjoyed her arms around his waist, this woman could make him feel young and fresh again. He wrapped her arms around him and started to drag his hands to her thighs, sneaking up on their way to where they should belong.

He kissed her repeatedly, rubbing her thighs up and down. Stan could tell if she was aroused because of how hot and bothered she felt right now moaning against his mouth he pushed his tongue forward inside her mouth with their tongues dancing. Their eyes were closed with their sweet intimacy with each other.

He pulled away again, and he grabbed her up from the counter with her arms still wrapped and her legs started to wrap around him immediately. "Let's go to my office~" He said, carrying a giggling Catalina, feeling how erect he was against hers. He walked away from the counter and took them somewhere private, going inside his office and locking the door, he walked towards his desk and put her on top of his desk.

His hands began to probe beneath the dress she was wearing. Stan's fingers slipped inside her panties and started to rub her clit causing her to moan a little. He loves her moaning all for him to suck it up.

He removed his fingers from her panties, leaving her craving for his touch. Stan assisted in removing her garment once an inch of cloth fell from the work surface. He was slowly unhooking her bra to reveal her nicely A-cup breasts that help fit her pear-shaped body. Perfection. He would tell himself. She was his good luck charm. If he had a bad day, he would have to love on Catalina, and his bad day would wash away. She was naked in front of him.

Stan began to slowly unbuckle his belt, discarding it to the ground and taking down his pants until he was mostly naked, along with his boxers. He looked at her with pure passion in his eyes. He began to caress her legs up and down, easing her for what he was trying to do next. He was soft and gentle with her, treating her like the delicate flower she was.

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NSFW

Stan pushed his head towards her pussy and gave it a lovely, sweet kiss. "Stan~" She would moan loving at the way his mouth was pressing his lips to her clit. He began to suck onto her clit, making her squirm and keep her legs in position, her moaning inside his ears encouraging him to try to spell his name on her clit, and he was tongue fucking her pretty well. He made sure to help soundproof his office, though he didn't care much about the noise.

He was determined to please her and lure her into an orgasm. Stan, Stan, Stan she would cry out in extereme pleasure. He speeding every moment and sucking making sure to cover every inch with his tongue. "Oh god.." Catalina was very sensitive down there after being recently sounded there last night. He can feel her coming closer to a quick release. Though it was going to take some effort.

"I...I..." Catalina was stumbling over her groans because she could only whimper and cry out in delight. He was quite proud of himself, making her whine out his name like this. Catalina started to whimper and whine again, letting out another orgasm, he immediately was lapping out her juices; she was beautiful like this. He wasn't looking at her not yet until he helped her ride out her orgasm.

"I...I..." Catalina was stumbling over her groans because she could only whimper and cry out in delight. He was quite proud of himself, making her whine out his name like this. Catalina started to whimper and whine again, letting out another orgasm, he immediately was lapping out her juices; she was beautiful like this. He wasn't looking at her not yet until he helped her ride out her orgasm.

While Catalina had ridden his orgasm, he began cleaning her up with his tongue. He paused and stared at her with lust-glazed eyes. She was panting rapidly after her climax, so he sensed she was eager for more. "Ready for more, sweetheart?" He was going to be rough with her if he wanted giving her legs kisses as trying to apologize for being rough with her pussy like that. "Mhm, I am ready for more~" Catalina said in a seductive and very playful tone.

He needed to get her body ready for what was next. His dick was erect showing how deeply aroused he was due to her moaning at him eating her out like dessert. "Bend over right now." He talked as though it were a demand. She got up from the desk and she started to bend over on the desk showcasing her perfect ass for him. He gave it a nice slap, causing Catalina to giggle out loud, "Daddy!" Stan smiled towards her loving her reaction. Catalina was so obedient to him.

Stan was being gentle with her now. He still gripped her ass, he loved feeling how soft and plushy her ass was to him. "Go hard on me, Daddy, please~" Catalina started to beg as he began to thrust her roughly against the desk. Catalina began to plead as he pushed her hard against the desk, smirking devilishly. "Like that baby? You can never get enough of me, huh?" He remarked with a smirk, having it underneath him. By moving his cock into her pussy, he was essentially riding her.

He enjoyed seeing her travails and moan beneath her, knowing how much she liked it. "Fuck, Catalina~ You are getting so tight now~" He whispered into her ears, as if he were murmuring, feeling the tightness of her pussy. He leaned in and began to make markings on her exposed flesh, beating her insides. Not exactly bruises, just overall hickeys on her skin. He pulled outside of her just to see her completely unraveled underneath him.

Stan was suppressing an orgasm. He intended her to cum first. He couldn't be proud of himself if he failed to help her achieve climax. "Stan!!" She moaned one last time cumming onto his cock. Cumming onto his cock, she whimpered one final time. "Catalina~" He moaned before pulling out of her pussy and cumming onto her back. He would help clean her up. The office smelled like sex between them.

"Okay, let's clean up, baby." Stan's tone was soothing as he grabbed their clothes. He clothed himself, but his hair was no longer neat. His hat was on the ground, most likely having fallen off due to thrusting. He grabbed her clothes and started to wipe the cum off her back and gave it back to her. She put her clothes back on. "I am going to bathe tonight before bed. Is the shack already closed?" Catalina asked, wondering about how much time had passed.

"If Willow and Sixer didn't see us around. They knew they were able to close down the shack for the day." Stan said he trusted his brother and wife to look after the shack while he is away. He unlocked the office, and they both left, and it was practically empty; all the tourists had left, and he made a decent amount of money. She enjoyed their private time together, and they both held hands. It was now darker. The windows showed a dark sky.

Catalina and Stan began to walk up the steps towards the upstairs. They both walked into their shared bedroom with Stan on the bed, his hat was in his office. He will get it back later. Not like the only person he would see without his hat was his lovely wife. "Since tomorrow is Saturday. How about we go out?" Stan said asking her out on a date. They sometimes went on dates together. Stan mentioned asking her out on a date. They occasionally went on dates together. "Who would be looking after the shack?" Catalinas asked out of curiosity.

"We'll figure it out." Stan said it all knowing he was going to put someone in charge. Maybe Soos? Or could it be Ford and Willow after all, they live together in one little shack. Willow and Ford sleeping in the basement and Catalina with Stan sleeping up in the upstairs. Catalina grabbed a pair of her PJs and started to walk away from her dresser to the bedroom. "Be right back, hun!" She called out to him excepting a simple hum as Stan was removing his clothes and changing into a tanktop and his boxers.

Catalina walked towards the bathroom, unlocked it, and locked it, with the bathtub in front of her. She placed the clothes on the sink counter and moved over to the bathtub, turning on the faucet to warm the water. Catalina watched as the bathtub steadily filled up. She started to remove the clothes she was wearing right now and slowly descended into the tub, lying down in the tub of water. It was warm against the skin.

She gently settled into the tub. She rested her head against the tub, relaxing. She retrieved her shampoo and began to scrape it into her hair. She was rubbing her shampoo inside her hair, she loved massaging it inside her hair. She finished bathing her hair and started washing it. Once her hair was finished, she put her shampoo away. Before grabbing the conditioner and opening it, she lathers her hair and lets it settle inside her hair. As a couple of minutes passed, she finished washing her hair again.

She sat up in the bathtub and began cleaning her body with soap and herself using water. She no longer smelled like sex, and her thoughts drifted away to Stan. They have been married for a few years now. Remembering their first encounter in 2012. She closed her eyes, directing her attention to the present moment. He was fine with her being a single mom, yet worried about not being afraid of him being like his father. Though she knew her children saw him as a father figure.

Catalina never let her children see her father, knowing he is an abuser, and she would never put her children in any more pain. She reopened her eyes and stood up from the bathtub to finish cleaning herself. She was already done with the bathtub and she started to drain the bathtub and got out of the tub, and the water slowly drained. She grabbed one of the towels and started to dry herself completely before fully dressing in her PJs. Clean. She thought to herself. She walked outside of the bathroom and went towards the bedroom with the door open. Stan was on the bed waiting for her, "About time you came out of the bathroom I missed ya."

Catalina couldn't help but smile as she remembered how much she missed him every day whenever Stan drifted away for tours. "Missed you too, honey~" She began to go on the bed and crawled closer to him, pecking his cheek. He just smiled letting her do so as they both laid next to each other and Stan was immediately touching her wrapping his arms around her to bring into a cuddle. "Today was a good day with my good luck charm~" Stan purred at her, a smile crushed across his face. She was his good luck charm, and all of the wonderful fortune in his life was due to her.

"And I look forward to every day with you." Catalina smiled as they lay down next to each other and cuddled with one another. This was true; she always looked forward to spending another day with him. They needed to get ready for the date tomorrow, wondering where else they will be going tomorrow. Maybe a picnic at the park? Maybe going to a luxurious restaurant? Her mind was full of date ideas for them.

Stan rolled onto his side and switched off the light, so that it was dark for them both. They kissed and giggled like teenagers and were preparing to go to sleep. She rested against his chest, and he was protecting her with his arms around her.

Catalina was sleeping next him as the night gradually turned black, and Stan was taking slower to fall asleep. He had been looking at her, admiring how serene she appeared during her rest. How lucky of a guy he was to have a lady who loves and adores him so much.

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The morning arrived swiftly, as expected. Catalina was asleep in bed, unaware that Stan had already got out of bed. She twisted around as the sun tried to rouse her up. She realizes she needs to get up and get ready for the day. She grumbled and awoke to find Stan gone. "Stan?" No answer. She got up from the bed and started walking outside the bedroom.

Catalina was walking downstairs, enjoying the aroma of food. Stan Cakes! She raced to the kitchen to see Stan making pancakes and Catalina with the exact same grin, "Good Morning, Princess~ How was your rest?" He asked her. "I slept good because you were here with me~" She came towards Stan making the breakfast and helped lean up to give him another kiss on the cheek. The food should be ready soon. Willow and Stanford went on a morning expedition or whatever they called it." He stated he was cooking the pancakes and asked her to grab two plates, which Catalina did and placed on the counter.

Stan flipped the pancakes on the two plates for the both of them. He knows Catalina loves his Stan Cakes. Catalina went into their fridge to grab butter, and she walked towards the cupboard and grabbed the maple syrup. She started to cover her pancakes with butter and maple syrup, and Catalina did the same with his pancakes. She picked up the two plates towards the table for them to eat.

Catalina started to make coffee with the pot, she checked the filter and threw away the old filter and replaced it with the new filter and filled it with coffee grounds, and filled the water section of the machine with water, closed it, and turned the machine on, watching the coffee boil. It turned off when the coffee was done.

She began to grab one of the cups and poured it inside the cup, and she had put the butter and syrup away before. Meanwhile, she went over to the fridge again and grabbed a creamer. She walked towards her cup and grabbed sugar, and put it inside the cup alongside with creamer. She grabbed the cup towards Stan and they both began to dig in the stancakes.

Catalina started to eat her stancakes, swallowing with every bite. "What do you have planned today?" She asked wondering what Stan had in mind. "I am going to talk to Willow and Ford about watching the shack then taking you out for dinner," Stan said with a smile on his face. Catalina was sipping her coffee, looking at him while he said that.

Catalina was excited about what was next for her. What could he do around Gravity Falls, or would they go out of Gravity Falls? She finished her pancakes and her coffee. "I can't wait for tonight~" She leaned over the table and kissed him on the lips. If Catalina knew what was in store for her, his good luck charm.

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ENA Trend except I’m super late and I don’t care

I saw @leo-artista made one and that inspired me to do so as well ( sorry for the tag, you’re awesome)

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Love Has Another Name (Highschool WillFord)

POV: Willow is trying to flirt and open with Stanford but he is still oblivious to her feelings.

(I just wanted to create this to celebrate my one-year friendship with Robin. Their of belongs to @robtamamaxarchist)

tags: romance, SFW, flirting, confessions, high school, etc

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It was the start of the senior year. Summer has finished for the twins, and Willow has returned from Ireland after spending time with her grandmother.

The morning was only beginning, and Stanford had been looking forward to meeting Willow after missing her for so long. “No need to be so antsy, Sixer.” Stan playfully shoved against Stanford’s shoulder which he slightly shoved back. “I know, Stanley. The whole summer she was gone to Ireland so it’s been a while.”  Stanford scratched his neck nervously.

It was a time before classes as soon as Willow was able to get out of the crowd, she immediately spotted Stanley and Stanford and rushed towards them. Right on, straight in their line of sight. She greeted them, "Hello, Stan and Ford. I miss you guys so much." She hugged them both granted the butterflies Ford felt in his stomach as he was trying to keep his composure.

Willow moved her arms away from the twins, ending the hug. As the three begin to walk together, Willow wonders what they did all summer while she was gone. A part of hope it was something fun. "Anything happened this summer during my absence?" Willow asked expecting one of them to answer.

"Oh, we didn't accomplish much. I know I wanted to work on our boat." Stan responded as the two of them walked along the hallway. "And by the way, Sixer missed you so so so much," Stanley remarked in a taunting tone. "Stanley!" Stanford reddened fiercely, and Willow just giggled. "I missed you just as much."

Stanford was struggling to maintain his composure as his cheeks turned hot. As he was trying to hide his face. It was obvious his feelings for Willow were so real and Willow needed it but she was played along.

Morning classes started as soon as the bell rang and they knew the talking had to stop. Classes soon began to change and not all the time they managed to share classes together. “We’ll catch up during lunch,” Willow said as she was giving Ford a wink and it was obvious to Stanley, Willow had a crush on his twin brother.

Stanford and Stanley sat in class. Stanley sat with his feet on the desk, bored, and Stanford doodled in his notebook. This was homeroom, after all, the teacher was beginning to take attendance and Stanford felt a part of him was missing whenever Willow wasn’t around. The teacher was working on the chalkboard and they had already taken the twin’s attendance.

Stanford was busy as he placed the pen on the notebook. Stanley didn't care much, instead focusing on his brother. "Still got her on her mind, Sixer?" Stanley teased him somewhat as Ford attempted to conceal his face. "N-no."

“You should already know she likes you.” “you gotta just admit to your feelings for once instead of hidin’.” For once, Stanford felt like Stanley was telling the complete truth. He needed to stop hiding from his feelings, but what if Willow was playing with his feelings the whole time? Who else would love a six-finger freak like him? She was just too beautiful and out of his league for a nerd like him but Stanley thought differently. He knew he needed to push his brother in the right direction. 

Stan has a plan in mind. But it has to happen during lunch. He would be his brother’s wingman and it is something he had the cards in. But he couldn’t let his brother know this, could he? He would help work this out.

Willow was inside the classroom. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She didn't know why he would be the one to make her heart tick. She was itching to see him again during lunch. Waiting like this felt dreadful.

All of the flirting got to his head, and she realized he was practically clueless, but that didn't stop her from loving him less. She sighed to herself that she never had the confidence to ask him out since she preferred that he made the first move rather than the other way around. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be, but that all changed as the bell rang for lunch.

Stanford was running out of the classroom, and Stanley said, "Wait up!" On his way to lunch, he nearly fell on a trash can while rushing after his brother to prevent him from tripping and falling. He was able to catch up with his brother who had fallen down to the ground with a loud thud as they were now in the cafeteria and Willow standing there as she looked down at Ford. "Are you alright?" She offered her hand with a side of worry painted on her face. Did he run all this way to see her?

Stanford managed to have his glasses on his face, surprised he never managed to break his glasses. He looked at Willow in front of him, she was beautiful like a delicate flower blossoming on a new day of spring. “I am alright. I just needed to confess something.” He said clearly taking Willow’s hand hesitantly she pulled him.

Was he going to confess his feelings to her, being kept to himself all this time? He was bashful diverting his eyes away from her. “Ford.. If you need to tell me something. It is best if you tell me now.” Willow said trying to keep Ford to look at her with his reddened cheeks.

“I…. I realized that you had feelings for me all this time yet I never saw it more clearly than I do now, thanks to Stanley.” Stanford wanted to make himself sound clear despite the nervousness like a lump in his throat. Willow smiled sweetly as she placed a hand on his cheek. “Oh, Ford. I always wanted to be your girlfriend. There’s no other man I wouldn’t choose.” Those words started to melt Stanford’s heart. 

"Willow, I never thought you would want to be with someone like me. Especially a freak.... someone as kind and beautiful as you deserve to be with someone special." All of his insecurities washed over him, making him soaking wet mentally and Willow shook her head in disbelief. “No, I love you for you. Six fingers or five fingers or not.” She told him grabbing one of his hands and kissing each finger to show how much he meant to her.

Stanford was at a loss for words. As he was letting Willow kiss his fingers before pulling away slightly to give them space between them.

"So you do want me to be your boyfriend?" Stanford blurted out, nervous and unable to hold his composure because everything happened so quickly. But he was not whining. "Yes, I do." Willow blushed while smiling making it worthwhile. Stanley was watching all this happen and he couldn't be happier.

There was still time for lunch. The three of them began to receive their lunch plates. In the busy cafeteria, they took a seat. Willow was sitting with Stanford and Stanley in front of their food. "It's really about time you confessed- I don't know how long you are going to be clueless for," Stanley said looking over at his brother.

Stanford began to try to clear his throat, "Uh. Willow?" He was fiddling with his fingers unsure of eye contact but he tried. "Are you doing anything tonight or this weekend?" Willow didn't want to turn him down so she looked at Ford. "I would love to go on a date with you this upcoming weekend." His heart skipped several beats towards her approval.

Willow knew that today was the happiest day of her life. First day of Senior Year and she already has a high school sweetheart. She was eating some of her food, it wasn't the best food in the world yet it was edible. Stanford knew he wasn't the most confident man if it came to women and interaction but this time he wanted to be different. He wanted to try for once in his life to push away his guilt and doubt of the potential of Willow actually not liking him.

Yet Willow was in love with a man like him. Willow could have any man, Ford thought to himself being aware of that but she chose him and that still made him happy.

She was the cheerleader after all. Popular with her peers meanwhile Stanford took the role of a nerd. "Do you want me to take you to the local dinner on the beach shore?" Ford asked her, he never asked anyone on a date before let alone another girl. Willow would just grin, looking deeply into his eyes. "I don't mind where we go. "As long as it is with you."

“And you better not mess this one, ey, Sixer?” Stanley said as if he were butting heads with his brother. But his brother, Ford smiled nervously. “I’ll pick you up at 6.” He planned on trying to dress well.

“I hope you will be able to contain yourself well. Because you might become a little distracted by what I am going to wear.~” Her voice laced with seduction and Stan chuckled during this. “Don’t make him faint now, Willow.” He remarked with a cheeky grin.

Stanford’s face was red like a tomato, just imagined her all dressed up for him making him a slightly nervous wreck. Willow giggled a little bit finding his reaction to be adorable only for the bell to ring.

Willow didn’t want the bell to ring and she only wanted this moment to last forever she slowly got up, walking over to him. “I’ll see you later, Ford.” She kissed him on the cheek.

He never expected this to happen quickly feeling her soft lips against his skin like this and Stanley wrapped his arm around him as they were going to their final class. “You’re lucky, Sixer.” It was true, Stanford officially had a girlfriend.

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༘⋆₊ ⊹★🔭࣭ ⭑⋆｡˚ Meteor Shower (Stanford x Reader)

Author’s Note: I don’t know much about meteors showers so this may not be super accurate but I thought you would enjoy it!!!

tags : meteor shower, night-time, crush x crush, person has a crush, sfw, confessing, confession, kissing, sfw, cuddling and snuggling, gravity falls x you, gravity falls x reader, Stanford Pines x Reader, Stanford Pines x You, Second Person POV, Female Reader

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Since he hadn't witnessed a meteor shower in years, Stanford was looking forward to this one in late August. He wanted to bring you along to witness this event, it is the most notable meteor shower in Oregon called the Perseids, which he knows is active from mid-July to late-August and peaks at mid-August. This was important to him and you were going to be a part of it, "Is the blanket all set?" Stanford asked while you brought the picnic basket and you put the blanket on the grass since you wanted to be sure you were ready to see this and you two have binoculars. "Yes, I have everything here." Ford just smiled at you, "Okay, Good." everything had to be perfect for this notable event.

Why he brought you out here still baffles you. He never struck you as the social guy, he would come out of the basement every once in a while, it's not like you didn't like his company. You enjoyed his company and found him handsome. For an old man like him, he never had to worry about wrinkles while you were in the prime of your youth but a part of you just felt old. While you were sitting on the blanket on the grass looking at the night sky. 

“Look, Y/N! The Peresid!” Stanford catches your attention, prompting you to glance through your binoculars; OH, it was so lovely, after all, it was midnight. It featured a variety of colors, including green and purple. It resembled a blaze, a burst of light. This was a special moment, a moment you could never forget.

It seemed as though the night sky was bursting with color, and you were unaware that Stanford was staring at you rather than the meteor shower. As if you were the brightest star in the world, he had to turn away before you noticed the blush on Stanford's cheeks. You were too absorbed in the event itself, and when you spotted Stanford glancing away, you were concerned. "Ford?" You asked with care.

Stanford felt as if his heart was pounding against his chest. He couldn’t confess right now, could he? No, he couldn't. He didn't want to ruin the friendship he had with you. Besides who would want to be with him anyway? His thoughts were about to consume him. 

"I'm okay, just pondering." Ford lied. Lies he told himself. But what stopped him from admitting was the way his eyes kept meeting yours. "Alright, if you say so." You said knowing how socially awkward Ford can be at times so this was expected from him. Besides it was peaceful silent looking up at the stars and wondering what could've been a relaxing night. 

You knew you liked him, but you weren't sure about it. Is it wrong to have sensations like this when you imagine yourself and Ford seated next to one other across the grass? "You know you have beautiful eyes, right?" This caught you by surprise, and you blushed at the compliment. "They remind me of the stars, Is that too much?" Stanford started to scratch his neck nervously. "No, no, I appreciate the compliment." To see the blush on his cheeks. 

"Wow, smooth," Ford thought to himself. He just saved himself the trouble after all and he knew this was too good to be true this was happening right now. Fuck it, I can't hide this from Y/N anymore.

“Uh, Y/N?” You looked intently into his eyes after hearing him say your name. "I think there's something that I've been meaning to tell you this whole time but I just couldn't-." A part of you questioned what was so important, but you wanted him to speak up for himself. "I think I have feelings for you." Fearing rejection, he instantly pulled away and looked away. You didn't know what to say feeling yourself becoming speechless before a smile slowly creaks.

You were completely unprepared for this. Despite the awkwardness, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. But you could not help but smile. “I never expected you to confess like this.” “Yet you managed to give me a warm feeling in my gut that no one else had.” Stanford never thought you would accept his feelings. Since he thought he was too old for you. It didn’t matter to you since you enjoyed his company.

Stanford looked away from you, acknowledging the awkwardness. You began to find it more endearing when he was unable to speak, which you smile more. "We could be more than friends if that is what you want." You spoke as you placed a palm on his cheek pushing him to look at you. "I would like that very much.." You kissed him on the lips, which shocked him, but he returned the kiss like an ocean washed over him. He desperately needed this.

His eyes closed asking for this moment to never end and your eyes were already deeply closed. Being aware that you also didn't want this moment to end. You wrapped your arms swiftly around him as the night sky shone brighter than before as the meteor showered blissfully.

Nothing could stop this perfect moment as holding close to one another. You needed to draw away for air. He was observing you as though you had not changed. However, a sensation of warmth in his chest, the blanket laid on the grass holding each other in each other's arms.

You saw that you two needed to return inside the mystery shack. It was growing late, and the sun was slowly rising to signal that time had passed.

“We should get going." As he slowly released his grip, Stanford replied decisively, "Let me get the blanket and binoculars. You slowly got up and you let Ford grab the blanket and binoculars. And now you two are heading towards the shack, knowing you are going to head out for the night.

You and Ford were both headed towards the shack. He opened the front door of the shack for you. You knew you had a house to go to, but this was different. He stopped before the basement and looked over at you and asked, "Do you want to sleep on the couch or do you want to head to the basement with me?" Ford asked. You didn't want to feel awkward. "I can come down to the basement." You said.

He took your answer and he helped you come down to the basement, the two of you walking down in the basement. He has been sleeping in the basement since he moved back into his home after years of being missing and has done his research there as well.

You were now in the basement as if it was your first time there. You looked about: there were test tubers and papers scattered everywhere, and you noticed a small bed; you were exhausted, so you didn't mind the cramped space around you. It was a better option than sleeping on the couch and you did a lot better in company than alone. "I apologize if it isn't much but I can make things comfortable for you." Ford offered even though you accepted his hospitality.

You lay down on the bed, draping a blanket over yourself waiting for yourself waiting for Ford to join you. Ford walked over to you and laid down on the bed putting the blanket over himself as you were waiting for him.

Ford extended his arms for you. You went within his arms, and he wrapped his arms around you, and the two of you began cuddling together as you laid your head on the pillow right next to him.

This was nice for you, and he was warm as you snuggled up to him. You wanted to stay warm, especially on this cold night, so you began to close your eyes. Ford fell asleep quickly, likely due to exhaustion. You were aware that he always fought to sleep due to him constantly working and trying to overcome his trauma from Bill Cipher and being gone for so many years yet here you are.

Things were changing quickly, and you hadn't intended on settling in right away just to see how things went. You know Ford would never damage you in any manner, he was a logical man but he wouldn't be the type to lay a hand on you, he's too much of a sweetheart to you to think about doing that.

You eventually fell asleep as well. You were in dreamland as if dancing within your dreamscape. You were wondering what Ford was thinking in his dream.

Ford was thinking about you inside his dreamscape, instead as he was peacefully asleep not wanting to wake up for any moment.

It was a serene night throughout, from a night of mystery under the stars to the beginning of a new romance. You weren't sure what you had planned for tomorrow, but you'd figure it out. You always do.

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₊˚⊹♡ Valentine's Day at the Mystery Shack (WillFord & Stanalina)

Another gift to my beloved friend

Once Willow belongs to my friend Robin (@robtamamaxarchist)

Catalina belongs to me (@delicatesmilesys)

tags : suggestive, flirting, SFW, kissing, flirting, 18+

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WillFord

It was Valentine's Day, a special day for lovers and couples, usually a holiday dedicated to the month of love. Stanford wouldn’t think much of the holiday by itself, yet he would do something special for his wife after all. This time was different after so many years of being apart. He was going to make another difference in her life. It was going to take a day of preparation to accomplish. Stanford sat on the bed as he looked across his sleeping wife and began to start his day.

He left their shared room since they had lived in the basement since Stanley lived up on the upper floor. He was creating something special, whipping up something amazing. It was one of his greatest inventions. Something beautiful. Since he was experimenting with the photos they had around them. He knew Willow was peacefully asleep while he worked. It was taking a good few minutes on this new job of his.

Willow began wiping her eyes as she slowly woke up. Normally, she would get up early because she no longer works at the hospital and has more time to spend with Stanford and his travels documenting anomalies. She began to worry, where has Ford gone off to noticing quickly he’s gone.

Stanford sat down and did his best to comply with all of the pictures they had together; he knew Willow would appreciate the gift because she had so many photos to record the time. He saw a lot of photos of him sleeping or passed out on the couch. He felt embarrassed yet he still put the photos together. Some photos from their youth to now. It was finished. As he swept the sweat of his brow.

Willow got up from the bed because she was in her pajamas. She was feeling decently well-rested. She went over to her closet and started to scroll through her outfits stumbling onto one and instantly removing her pajamas and putting those new clothes on. Now it was time to check where Stanford was.

Before he heard Willow’s footsteps directly behind him, Stanford was too preoccupied. Willow couldn’t wait to find out what her husband was doing at this early hour. “What’s that you are working on, dear?” Stanford finally noticed his beloved wife’s voice. “It’s a surprise.” Stanford quickly said as he didn’t want her to see it yet.

Willow cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering what this was all about. "Would you close your eyes for me, dear?" Stanford asked her politely. “Alright, for you I'll oblige,” Willow responded as Ford brought out the photo collage in his hands. “You may open them now,” Stanford called to his wife saying that she could open her eyes.

Once she opened her eyes, it was a photo collage, she felt like she was going to burst into tears. It was so beautiful having all their cherished memories together, tears fell from her face. “Oh, Stanford... This is beautiful.” Her voice was calm and soothing as she held the photo collage in her hands. It was as if she was going to cherish it forever. Stanford enjoyed her reaction and smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Love.”

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Stanalina

Oh, it was the day of love. Valentine’s Day. Usually, Catalina used to spend this holiday alone due to her now formally a single mother who has full custody. Now she was happily married to Stan, who she was happy now to call her husband. She spent this morning preparing for what was ahead.

Catalina was happily cooking breakfast, since Stan works so hard, she decided it would be best if she helped cook over breakfast. Watching the bacon sizzle and having her special Cat Pancakes, since Stan has his Stan Cakes, she decided to give her pancakes a type of name. She already had coffee made in the coffee pot since she knows that she drinks coffee. The food was already finished, and she was going to spend breakfast in bed.

Catalina was setting up the plate and putting them on the counter and putting the food on both plates with two cups of coffee on top of making room and she soon became to make her way to their shared bedroom to see Stan happily sleeping, she knows he needs his old man sleep. 

Catalina stood in front of the bed waiting for him to wake up, soon as he woke up. When he wakes up, he sees just his gorgeous wife. He slowly sat up as if he was feeling groggy and he began to rub his eyes for a good minute or two. He smiled once he saw all the food, “Good Mornin', Cat” Stan said with Catalina smiling sweetly towards him. “I thought about bringing breakfast to bed since today is a special day.”She gave him his coffee and his breakfast he immediately began to eat since of course he loved his wife's cooking since she made it for him. 

Stan tilted his eyebrow slightly. "What? Is this your birthday? A holiday? Wait." Stan attempts to remember which day it was. It couldn't be their anniversary since they decided to have a summer wedding, couldn't be the day they met during one of Stan's mystery shack's tours. He was thinking hard as Catalina let him think about it. 

“It's Valentine's Day, silly.” Catalina playfully teased him much to Stan's embarrassment. Right, it was indeed the day of love and Stan felt bad not doing anything for Catalina besides sleep yet Catalina wouldn't mind regardless as the two of them began to eat. “Sorry, I forgot today was that day, Cat... things got busier at the shack," Stan said nervously as if stumbling on his food. How about I treat you to dinner, how does that sound?" He asked Catalina who was already finished with her food and she smiled ever so sweetly. “That'll be lovely.”

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✦ ‧₊˚ cat steven + lion stimboard

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✧・₊˚ 🕯️ christmas with the gravity falls characters 🎄₊˚ ・✧

𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

a/n: i know, i know, Stan and Ford are jewish, but still, i wanted to make this little gift for you all with your favourite characters

・₊˚ ❄️ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

definitely loves watching the same old black-and-white holiday movies, cackling like he’s never seen them before. you spend the day with him in the mystery shack, surrounded by all the tacky decorations he somehow managed to find for fifty cents or less, because of course he’d never spend actual money on something frivolous like a real christmas tree. nah, you get the plastic one he found at a garage sale, still missing half its branches but looking perfect in his eyes. and then he winks at you, smiling awkwardly, as if you didn’t just catch him trying to use duct tape to stick a piece of tinsel back on.

he’d totally try to sell you the idea of the “mystery shack christmas deluxe experience” where you roast hot dogs instead of chestnuts and every gift is “mystery-themed” (read: stuff he didn’t sell during summer tourist season). but then, once he realizes you're not buying into the grift, he’ll sit with you on the couch in his beat-up old slippers, placing an arm around your shoulder while you both share a bottle of wine, Stan keeps glancing at you during such quiet moments, because he’s simply not sure how he got so lucky to have you around for a holiday he didn’t even care about before you showed up in his life.

𓂃⋆.˚ his gifts come straight from the heart. something handmade, like a charm bracelet he cobbled together from trinkets he’s kept from his con days, or a mixtape full of the music that reminds him of you.

𓂃⋆.˚ he buys you your favorite snacks, no matter how obscure or hard to find. it’s his love language to see your beautiful eyes light up when you see them on the counter, all for you, his most beloved person in the whole world

𓂃⋆.˚ one christmas, he gave you a framed picture of you both, taken during one of the rare moments he wasn’t scowling at the camera. you’d been laughing, mid-snowball fight and he’d secretly printed and framed it because he thought it was the best picture of the two of you ever taken

𓂃⋆.˚ Stan loves christmas movies, especially the cheesy, feel-good ones. you’ll find him crying over the ending of It’s a Wonderful Life and insisting it’s “just allergies.”

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s a sucker for mistletoe. he’ll hang it everywhere, just so he has an excuse to kiss you. even when you’re not under it, he’ll point vaguely upwards and say, “hey, mistletoe,” before pulling you in.

𓂃⋆.˚ Stan puts antlers on the stanleymobile. he would

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Stan isn’t big on planning, but he knows you’ve been looking forward to the holiday festivities downtown. he grumbles about the cold and the crowds, but the moment you take his hand and lead him toward the string lights and decorated shops, he softens.

he insists on winning you something at one of those cheesy carnival games, even though he curses every time he misses. eventually, he manages to snag a small, wonky-looking stuffed reindeer and hands it to you with a self-satisfied smirk.

“there. merry christmas, kid,” he says, ruffling your hair in teasing, affectionate way.

you drag him to the ice rink, and though he complains the entire time, he lets you pull him onto the ice. he’s clumsy as he tries not to fall, but when you laugh and hold onto him, he relaxes. by the end of it, you’re both clinging to each other, red-faced and breathless from laughter, but so happy to share this moment together.

when the evening winds down, Stan buys you both hot cider from a street vendor and finds a spot by the giant christmas tree in the town square. he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both admire the lights.

“this ain’t so bad. . . as long as you’re here.” as he leans to kiss you.

✧𐙚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

ford’s version of christmas is surprisingly tender, a little awkward at first because, you know, the guy’s been trapped in alternate dimensions for thirty years and kinda forgot how to do this whole “holiday cheer” thing. he insists on going all out though: a real tree, real ornaments (none of Stan’s tacky nonsense), and actual thought put into the gifts he gives you.

you catch him late at night in the living room as he fiddles with an ornament in his hands. it’s something handmade, probably from one of his crazy adventures in random universes. when he notices you watching, he smiles shyly.

“this holiday. . . it reminds me of what i missed out on, but being here with you, it makes me feel like i’m reclaiming some of that.” he hesitates for a second, taking your hand in his. “thank you. . . for reminding me what home feels like.”

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s the kind of guy who surprises you with heartfelt little gestures, like writing you a short story as a gift or carving something intricate out of wood

𓂃⋆.˚ his gifts are so painfully thoughtful because he stays awake all night thinking about the perfect thing. a first edition book that reminds him of your favorite stories, complete with a personal inscription in his cursive handwriting

𓂃⋆.˚ little treasures from his multidimensional travels: pressed flowers from an alien world, rocks from another dimension that shimmer in the light, a hand-drawn star map of the night he first realized he loved you

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s too shy to hand them over directly so he’ll leave them on your desk or your pillow with a note that simply says: “for you.” his heart always pounds until you smile and kiss him in thanks

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves practicality but puts so much heart into it. one year, he crafted a custom notebook for you, complete with little sketches and a pressed flower he found on one of your walks

𓂃⋆.˚ he wraps everything with precise care. edges folded sharply, no stray tape. it’s absurdly cute watching this man hunch over his workbench, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration as he tries to make the wrapping paper perfect

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Ford plans everything. he doesn’t let you know until the last second, of course, he just tells you to bundle up and meet him outside the cabin, a thermos of hot chocolate already waiting for you in his hands. his scarf is wrapped haphazardly around his neck and his glasses are fogging up as he waits for you.

“you’re going to love this,” he promises excitedly as he leads you toward a clearing in the woods where a telescope is already set up with its lens gleaming in the moonlight.

Ford’s breath is visible in the cold night air as he begins pointing out constellations. his voice is soft but brimming with passion as he tells you stories of orion, cassiopeia and scorpius. then he smiles and points to one bright star in particular.

“that’s sirius, the dog star,” he explains. “it’s the brightest star in the sky and it rises in winter.”

you’re so caught up in his voice that you barely notice him draping his coat over your shoulders to keep you warm. his arm brushes yours and he leans in close to adjust the telescope for you.

later, you both sit on a plaid blanket he brought along, sharing marshmallows from his pocket (a surprisingly cute habit of his). he points out meteors and tells you about the science behind them, but when you notice him stealing glances at you, you realize that he’s more interested in the stars reflected in your eyes.

🕯️✧ 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫

you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even understand the concept of Christmas at first. he just likes the idea of shiny things, chaos, and people losing their minds over last-minute shopping. this demon will conjure up decorations that shouldn’t exist in this reality, like ornaments that sing creepy songs when you touch them or garlands made out of what you hope are fake teeth.

“aw, sweetie, you mortals and your ridiculous traditions! let me guess, you want peace on earth, goodwill toward men, blah blah blah.” he laughs. but what you don’t expect is when he snaps his fingers to make snow fall inside your living room. romantic, isn’t it?

but just when you think he’s gonna ruin the whole thing, he floats close to you, winking at you with his single eye. “y’know, for a meat sack, you’ve got some pretty decent taste in holidays. let’s make this one memorable, shall we?”

and memorable it is. whether it’s him warping reality to give you the most extravagant gifts you’ve ever seen (did he just pull a diamond-encrusted reindeer out of nowhere?) or making the stars spell out your name as a “christmas present,” he’s nothing if not dramatic. it’s so chaotic and unsettling, but dating Bill, you got used to find it weirdly romantic.

𓂃⋆.˚ he doesn’t wrap his gifts. he just hands them to you saying “you’re welcome, sweetie.”

𓂃⋆.˚ snowball fights with bill are intense. he cheats., making snowballs hover in the air before pelting you with them. but he’ll let you win in the end, claiming it’s because you’re his “favorite meat sack.”

𓂃⋆.˚ bill tries to summon krampus just to spice things up. it does NOT go well.

𓂃⋆.˚ bill LOVES christmas carols, but he never sings them right. he changes the lyrics to absurd or downright creepy things just to make you laugh. “oh, the weather outside is frightful, and so are the screams of mortals!”

𓂃⋆.˚ bill would absolutely gift you something ridiculous, borderline threatening. you open it and it’s. . . what? a cursed snowglobe? a contract you accidentally signed by touching the ribbon? he’s laughing, until you roll your eyes and toss the whole thing in the fireplace. poor guy is shocked

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s got a twisted sense of humor, so his gifts are always a bit offbeat too, for example, a bottle of some mystical liquid, or even just an empty box with a cryptic note inside (pls don’t read it out loud!!)

𓂃⋆.˚ but then he’ll surprise you with something. . . oddly sentimental, like a necklace engraved with your initials in gold

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Bill shows up uninvited on christmas eve because he loves bothering his little human. no warning, no knock on the door, just bam and your the fireplace goes cold and there he is: spinning lazily above your living room, his one big eye watching bc you. “surprise, sweetie! It’s me, your beloved demon!“ is he. . . wearing a tiny santa hat perched on his corner??

“HO HO HO! MERRY APOCALYPSE!” he shouts, throwing candy canes that explode on impact. your couch is gone, replaced by a pile of something vaguely moving. you don’t ask

he’s already decorated your living room. except “decorated” is generous, it’s like if christmas threw up on a nightmare. ornaments float mid-air, blinking like eyes; tinsel coils around the walls like it’s alive; the tree is definitely moving, it waves at you.

“you didn’t think I’d miss the holiday season, did you?!” he laughs loudly, his tone got a weird excitement in it, like he genuinely loves this. “ahh, Christmas, a time for giving, receiving and unraveling the fragile sanity of your pitiful mortal mind! i brought presents!”

he snaps his fingers and it’s not a good sign, because every time he does it, you prepare for something creepy and weird. suddenly there’s a pile of gifts under the writhing tree. you’re hesitant, obviously, because one of the boxes is hissing and another is. . . uh, glowing? but Bill’s so excited, floating in circles and chanting “open ‘em! open ‘em!” you cave.

you hesitate. “. . . what’s the catch?”

his single eye narrows, offended. “oh, come on, baby. dont you trust me?”

you don’t, obviously, but curiosity is a terrible drug. so you reach out.

the first box is full of. . . how cute, teeth. just teeth. human? animal? who knows. Bill cackles. “thought you could use some spare parts!” the second box explodes into confetti that screams too damn loud your head hurts. and the third. . . oh, the third box contains a perfectly normal sweater. you blink at it, suspicious.

“what? cant a guy be sentimental?” Bill grumbles, narrowing his eye. then he lunges forward, the sweater levitating out of the box and straight onto you. “aww, look at you! you’re adorable! now let’s go and sing carols and by carols I mean we’re summoning an eldritch horror to devour the moon!“

merry christmas, you guess?

🎄๋࣭⭑ 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐜𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭

Christmas with Fiddleford is the epitome of cozy. he’s humming holiday tunes while tinkering with some gadget that probably doesn’t belong anywhere near the christmas tree and the smell of something sweet and homemade fills the air. . . probably pie, because you know that man can bake.

a goofy smile is plastered on his face the whole day, his laughter fills the house every time you catch him singing off-key or accidentally setting something on fire in the kitchen, but don’t worry, he’s got a fire extinguisher handy.

“now don’t you worry, darlin’, christmas ain’t ‘bout fancy gifts or big ol’ decorations. it’s about spendin it with the folks ya love!”

he insists on sitting by the fire with you later with his banjo on his knee as he strums something soft and slow. he swears it’s not a carol! but god, the way this man looks at you while playing. . . you swear your heart melts a little right there. “merry christmas, sugar.” you smile and lean your head on his shoulder

𓂃⋆.˚ Fiddleford also loves making little gadgets as gifts. one year, he made you a wind-up snow globe that plays a soft lullaby and snows glitter. he was so proud of it

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves making you laugh so his gift might be something silly, like a tiny, dancing robot chicken. but it always comes with a heartfelt, “just somethin to remind ya how special you are to me.”

𓂃⋆.˚ oh, he knits. scarves, mittens, sweaters, you name it, he’s made it. he even knits little ornaments to hang on the tree. your first christmas together, he made you a scarf in your favorite colors and was so shy about giving it to you

𓂃⋆.˚ he always makes a little handmade card to go with his gifts, with a sweet note inside telling you how much you mean to him.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s a baker during christmas. the smell of cookies fills the house and he always sneaks you a bite of dough, claiming it’s for “quality control.”

𓂃⋆.˚ when it’s snowing, he’ll insist on taking you outside to build snowmen!!

𓂃⋆.˚ gets really embarrassed but also so happy when you compliment his work. he blushes furiously and tries to brush it off, but deep down, he loves that someone appreciates him

***

Fiddleford’s kitchen is a mess of flour, sugar and cinnamon. he insists on baking cookies from scratch, even though he’s clearly winging it.

“don’t worry, darling, a lil bit of mess just means it’s gonna taste better,” he assures you, his whole face is dusted with flour.

he hums christmas carols as he works. when you try to help, he wraps his arms around you from behind and guides your hands as you roll out the dough. and damn, his touch is so comforting and warm, better than any fireplace.

“now that’s the spirit, love,” he says, nuzzling your neck.

the cookies come out slightly misshapen but so delicious and cute, Fiddleford insists on decorating them together. he smears frosting on your nose at one point, laughing when you retaliate by smearing some on his cheek.

later, as the cookies cool, he pulls you onto the couch with a cozy quilt and mugs of spiced cider. he kisses your temple and murmurs, “best christmas i ever had,” as the fire crackles softly in the background.

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Bill Cipher’s part is the best. Anyways this is good writing and everyone should go check it out.

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*:ꔫ:* Mistletoe Kiss (Willford)

author's note: Willow is my best friend Robin's oc. They have given me permission to use their character for this oneshot. This is a Christmas present for them. I love and care about them so much.

tags: romance, christmas, mistletoe, established relationship, married couple, Stanford x oc, flirting, sfw.

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It happened to be Christmas Eve at the mystery shack. Stanford and Stanley Pines were both Jewish so why would they be celebrating this holiday? Well because Stanely thought it would be an nice holiday for them to spend time with each other however it seems certain two individuals were thrilled about the holidays.

Willow has already decorated for the holiday season. Catalina was helping arrange the Christmas tree set in the mystery shack; everything was decked.

Stanley noticed Stanford appeared dumbfounded, he knew that this was probably a hard time for him to adjust after it had only been a year now that Stanford had been out of the portal and of course he was going to help his brother.

Stanley started walking towards Stanford. “What is wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Stanley made the comment to his brother, not considering how it would affect him.

“I’m not very used to celebrating holidays like this plus we are Jewish, we never celebrate Christmas.” Stanford exclaimed, although he wasn't sure if he remembered doing something Christmas-related, primarily because of his wife's love of the holidays.

“Well…do you see that right there?” Stanley was referring to their wives being happy about Christmas.

“Uh yes, I do, Stanley.” Stanford began to adjust his glasses, staring at Willow and Catalina.

“It doesn’t matter whether or not we are Jewish or not, you sure know better about our wives.” Stanley wrapped his arm over Stanford, teasing him slightly much to Stanford’s embarrassment.

Stanford gives a gentle sigh and walks over to his wife Willow. When Willow saw Stanford approaching her while she was busy decorating, she instantly pushed herself into him. “Ford! do you like the decorations I helped set up with Catalina?”

Stanford smiled shyly and glanced at his wife, who was wrapping her arms around him, knowing she couldn't be away from him for a moment. “I think they are just fine.” Stanford replied nonchalantly with his arms around his wife.

Catalina took this as notice and smiled smugly. “Ahem, I’ll see what Stan is up to, have fun you two!” She said before giving the two of them a wink. “Okay! I know we have a lot of catching up to do.” Willow said still holding onto Stanford's gratefully.

Soon enough Stanford started to walk with Willow attached to his chest holding her like a koala.

Catalina appeared with Stan in the far distance. Those two appear to be conversing about something. “I think I know a good way to get Ford in the spirits of Christmas~” Stanley raised his eyebrows in amusement and pondering what his wife was thinking. “What’s gotcha you thinkin’, Doll?~”

Catalina began to speak in Stanley's ear. “Hang up the mistletoe in the doorway~” Oh this got Stan riled up. “I’ll get to it right away~” Stanley Pines went towards the box of “Christmas” Stuff and finally he spotted the mistletoe.

“You’re still as strong as I remember, dear. Makes me wonder how long you’ve been keeping this up~” Willow began to tease him as she traced her finger on his chest while Stanford held her up wrapped around him.

Stanford turned red again before clearing his throat as they were almost close to walking towards the doorway. “For you, I’m always top in shape.” He smiled confidently before repositioning her on her feet, as his arms were a little fatigued. But that wasn’t stopping Willow from touching him anytime soon.

Stanley attaches the mistletoe and walks towards Catalina while they both watch; Willow and Stanford are now underneath the mistletoe.

They stood there together. After a slow blink, Willow recognized that they were beneath the mistletoe. Willow thought of another idea when she saw Stanford standing there. “Well, are you going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?”

Stanford’s body was frozen before taking a huge leap pulling Willow into a huge deep passionate but loving kiss. Willow was taken by surprise at how quick he was to do this. Their bodies tightened around each other for a brief period and they kissed each other's lips passionately.

Willow had to draw away from the kiss to retain her composure. Stanford’s hands resting on her hips. “What can I do to get you to kiss like that again?” Willow responded, peering up into Stanford's eyes. “We should save this for the bedroom~” Stanford immediately pulled Willow into a bridal position. Willow was caught by surprise holding onto him, “Well then, lead the way, starlight~” --------------------------------------------------

Bonus

Willow and Stanford were looking at Stanley and Catalina, who were not acting innocently because of what they had planned, particularly Catalina's scheme. “Who's idea was putting the mistletoe up?” Stanford inquired, crossing his arms, slightly embarrassed.

Stanley and Catalina gazed at each other. Catalina smiled broadly: “It was my idea.” “Plain and simple.” Catalina spoke with her hands underneath her chin. Willow giggled softly before leaning in to say this inside Catalina’s ear, “Thank you~ that really lifted up his Christmas spirit.”

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Belphegor (Seven Deadly Sins) ☁️ (helluva boss headcanons)

author note: these are my personal headcanons one of the seven deadly sins! this one goes out to Belphegor!! I know they do not have a speaking role, if there is more content for her, I will make a revamped version or what not idk really. I just really love Belphegor.

I will do one for each sin

this is sfw (18+)

-------------------------------------------------- ☁️ Belphegor has one of the world's softest furs. She is the number one cuddle bug, willing to cuddle with anyone who wants to. Her wool is like feeling fluffy clouds. You could touch them if you ask nicely! She is willing to help anyone with insomnia. ☁️ Belphegor is a fan of Dreamcore. As it gives her a sense of nostalgia and her dreams. She finds liminal spaces to be oddly comforting, despite how weird it all is. She loves all the surrealism of it all. It is a way she soothes her mind.

☁️ Belpehgor's favorite flower is lavender; not only is it pretty, but due to it is also able to help people sleep better. Lavender overall improves people's moods and sleeping patterns. She would often decorate her home with lavender flowers; when you first enter, you can feel the aroma of lavender. ☁️ Belphegor loves herbal teas and will make all sorts of tea. She would use tea to help people sleep. She loves the taste of the tea, finding it both calming and alluring. Chamomile tea is her favorite kind of tea, and she would make you tea if you asked for it, believing tea to be a good remedy. ☁️ Belphegor sleeps 12 hours a day, due to being the sin of sloth. She has built machines to do all the work for her. She loves her beauty sleep and has a natural ability to sleep anywhere and everywhere. Since she has a long neck, she can fall asleep with her head up and lying her head down; she constantly takes naps. She is a hard worker when needed. ☁️ Belphegor isn’t much of a talker but she is more of a listener. She is very attentive to people's emotions and can understand exactly how they are feeling. She may not say much, but she will do what she can to help you. You could talk to Belphegor about anything and everything. She will apologize if she dozes off in front of you talking.

☁️ Belphegor likes AsMR and will often do AsMR-type content if she has a YouTube channel. She is a very soft-spoken person and can be perceived as quiet.

☁️ Belphegor sees through her multiple eyes. She has a third eye, psychically and mentally. Her third eye in itself is connected to mystical intuition and insight. Her eyes are very sensitive; please do not poke them. She may have some psychic abilities, but either way may be unconfirmed. ☁ Belphegor is responsible for the hospitals and administering medications, which would be happiness pills, sleepy pills, party drugs, etc. Any pills that can cure or help any ailments are responsible for creating first aid kits. Basically, the Ring of Sloth has this type of technology, like the way they would help get insulin for imps, offering affordable programs for those who cannot afford healthcare.

☁️ Belphegor enjoys sipping milk and munching cookies. Her favorite kind of cookies are chocolate chips. She mainly likes to drink milk before sleeping or napping overall. They were her comfort food.

☁️ Her favorite musical artists depend. She prefers Melanie Martinez and Jack Stauber. She particularly enjoys listening to lullabies. Any time that music gives that sleepy or weird vibe, she is an instant fan. Her favorite songs are I’d Rather Sleep by Kero Kero Bonito, Tunnel Vision by Melanie Martinez, and Estranger by Jack Stauber. This girl likes Lemon Demon too.

☁️ Believe it or not, Belphegor’s favorite type of animal is the koala. Not only do they look soft and cuddly, but they are one of the animals with the longest sleep cycles. She really appreciates their small characteristics.

☁️ She is not a big drinker. But one of her favorite cocktails is called Blue Dream. It contains 2 ounces of blue curacao, 2 ounces of coconut rum, and 2 ounces of pina colada non-alcoholic drink mix topped off with whipped cream, but she would drink any cocktail.

☁️ Belphegor likes tarot cards and fortune-telling. She is willing to offer to tell you a fortune or do any tarot card reading of your choosing; this is one of her main niches. And she does it not because she has to but because she wants to.

☁️ Belphegor has a lot of pillows and a whole collection of stuffed animals. Her bedroom is like fluffy clouds. Her bed screams Dreamland. Her bedroom is very pretty. The image below is what I think her bedroom would look like

☁️ Belphegor and Bee have a sibling-type relationship, with Belphegor being the bigger sister and Beelzebub being the little sister to her. As a way to keep Bee from abusing the party drugs and not promote stealing, she wants the best for Bee in any that she can provide.

☁️ Belphegor prefers to remain neutral in situations, avoiding drama and controversy. The same during the court scene: she decided to stay quiet for a very good reason. She sees herself as a mediator and often tries to see both sides of each conversation. ☁️ Belphegor is techy savvy, she is able to work or fix any electronics, understanding its mechanics. Bring her anything that is technology and she would fix it. I like to think she was the one who invented the hell phones for the hellborn.

☁ Belphegor is very domestic; she would often be considered a caretaker of sorts and is exceptionally good with children and is known to both lull babies and children to sleep, letting children or babies snuggle up in her fur as she rocked them to sleep and she would be similar to this to her partner, showing how good of a parent she could be if she wanted to

☁️ Belphegor’s favorite color palette:

☁️ Belphegor’s nickname is Bel and will respond to those who call her nickname basically anyone who considers worthy and is her friend. She also doesn’t mind being called Belphie.

☁️ Belphegor loves the moon and the stars, she would be the one who often stargazes. Nights are absolutely beautiful in the sloth ring. She likes Stolas for his job and showing her love with Astronomy with him.

☁️ Belphegor has a secret flock of sheep, most of her citizens are goats. She is similar to Baphomet when it comes to her design and owning scented candles as she was considerably spiritually connected to candles.

☁️ Belphegor is the sixth strongest sin next to Asmodeus being the seventh strongest sin, it is unknown whether or not she would show off her power or not but she does not consider herself a show off.

☁️ Belphegor's Pokemon team: Jigglypuff, Espeon, Drowzee, Snorlax, Munna and Espurr

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