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deadghosy · 2 months

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Ive just been reading your Lucifer big sister headcanons, and thier so so so so good, i love how you wrote it🥰. What about Lucifer with a little sister? Any thoughts? How different would he treat her? Maybe she fell at the same time as him and Lucifer blames himself for leading his sister down the same path as him. I can seen him being a protective older brother because come on their in hell surrounded by sinners its got to be stressful even tho she isnt weak what so ever but Lucifer can help but baby his sweet little sister.

(Obviously no pressure to write this)

Have a nice day 😁👋

As a younger sibling, I was gonna make this as I made the elder sister! So I’m glad you asked this as I can’t help but love to make this version. 🦆 sorry if it’s long, I just had fun making this🔥

YOUNGER SISTER! READER X PLATONIC HAZBIN HOTEL

Prompt: you are the younger sister of Lucifer Morningstar who fell along her older brother.

Dead ass you fell on top of Lucifer when you both fell from heaven.

“Groannsss….GET OFF!” Lucifer yells pushing you off him. You huffed getting off him as you dust yourself.

I headcannon reader to have a slight rebellious attitude sometimes like Adam but she’s not as terrible.

Like reader has a shirt that says “kiss my ass” with a kiss mark on the shirt as she puts up a rock gesture 🤟

Lucifer found your shirt and burned it, he can’t have his baby sister have such an inappropriate shirt!

“LU-LU! NOOO MY SHIRTTT” “THIS SHIRT IS NASTY LITTLE SIS!-”

He put his hand to your face to keep you away as he burned it. It was a funny sight as you huffed kicking him in his nuts as he groaned falling face first to the ground.

I also headcannon that reader is the reason why Charlie had a emo phase as reader kinda has a different aesthetic than Lucifer.

But on a serious note, Lucifer was kinda scared when you fell with him as he puts his hand through his hair watching you sleep. He couldn’t believe he brought his baby sister with him on his down fall. He knew he influenced you as you looked up to him more than the other angels. It was like if you were his child, his baby.

But he tucks you in bed as you were sprawled out in your bed snoring loudly. He chuckles kissing your head and leaving your room as he closes your door with a slight sad look.

Back to the funny sibling things, you are definitely the one who sneaks in the kitchen to take his leftovers for payback. After Lucifer walks out of his workshop tired and hungry.

You basically told him to take care of himself more. He walked in the kitchen to find his leftovers gone. So you could tell what happened next.

“Y/NNNNN!” You heard a fierce yell as you had shoved the food down your mouth and ran as you heard a loud flapping of wings behind you. “WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU BETTER PRAY!”

It’s was so cartoony at how Lucifer chases you while you ran for you life. You have wings but he flys better than you so it’s no use.

He caught you, making you cook dinner for a month as you groan while he smirks patting a duck like a mafia man. “And you better wash the dishes too-” “NOW YOU ASKIN' TOOO MUCHHH!”

But soon the sinners came and made the freedom Lucifer gave them, turn into pure hell as you watch worried at the stress your older brother had. Lucifer tries to smile to show you it’s not affecting him, but it is.

He soon makes you stay all time in the palace, scared for your safety as you stay in your room worried at how isolated he soon becomes. Charlie would walk around babbling about you as she kept your company. You smile at your cute niece giving her boops to her nose.

I also headcannon you and Lucifer are like secret twins as you both hyper fixate about a lot of things like [favorite thing] as he hyper fixates on ducks and gives you his ducks to show off how cool he is as your older brother.

But also I can see reader being shorter than Lucifer, like to his shoulder as Lucifer blinks like a frog as you smile with an evil gremlin ready to stab someone.

But now for some overprotective brother headcannons.

You know how Lucifer when to see Charlie at her hotel, you joined wearing basically a female version of Lucifer’s outfit. But you wore shades to off your ✨coolness✨

Alastor was irritated at your louder personality but you also had a charming aura around you like how Lucifer has his prideful smile. Alastor smirks down at you as you are shorter than Lucifer, he kisses your hand with made you just stand there with a dotted blank expression.

Immediately Lucifer picks you up like a doll as he growls at Alastor like a dog ready to chump his hand off. He knew the radio demon just wanted to piss him off, so the whole time you were in the hotel with him. He always has you close and behind him from the radio demon.

Now if it was a sinner trying to court you, they better hope you don’t snitch like the young sibling you are. Cause ohhhh boy! Lucifer is teleporting to their house to give them nightmares. Maybe even killing them if they made you uncomfortable.

Heaven and hell agrees you are a cutie, demon or angel. Cause in heaven there were angels trying to court you but your brother was always behind you looking stern as he puff his chest trying to see if they suit you best.

Like literally he scares people off as you stand there minding your business.

“I feel a disturbance in the air…” Lucifer says as he was reading a book but pulls the curtains to see an angel trying to court you with their wings.

Immediately you’re being teleported to your room confused as a duck poofs in your hand.

“What the fuckkkk….” You say confused

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animeshotsh · 3 months

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Not the baby!! | Various x Kid!Reader |

Summary: You manage to enter Alastor's shield and now the Angels wants to attack you.

Warnings: off canon events - canon violence - our kid!reader its not a fighter TwT - Part of the family series - grammar mistakes

You managed to enter Alastor's shield just when it almost closed up. You knew you should not be in here, but you wanted to help you new big sister and help your Uncle and Friends!!

Of course it ended badly.

The first to notice you was Angel who got you using one hand then shooting the Angels.

"What are you doing here (Y/N)?" Angel asked desesperated getting a curious look from Husk.

"Why its Lucifer's kid here?" He shelled this getting the attention of other Angels now.

"(Y/N)?" Charlie called over with a worried tone seeing you.

"Hi Sis!!" You waved completly ignoring the upcoming Angels.

~☆~☆~☆~

Lucifer was losing his cool. He knew he should have been more careful when he told you about what was going to happen at the Hotel. He should had tought better, now you were there, trapped.

"Dont worry (Y/N) im going" he silently said wings flying quickly for you

~☆~☆~☆~

Once Adam broke down the shield Alastor was down there ready to fight him off. The problem was, you were there too. Because Angel tought the best protector for you would be him.

"(Y/N) you should move away form here" Alastor said softly making his shadow tentacle reach you to pull you away from him and Adam. "But Uncle I wanna help"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Saddly Alastor had lost against Adam who now had you by the leg taunting you.

"Is this the failure we missed? You seem to have made some shit Friends in here, who lets a kid fight?" He asked himself only to get a bite from you as you jerked your body.

"Fuck you"

"You are going to die you little bitch" Adam responded letting you go from the high air. Tears fell down your eyes as you saw him also destroying Sir.Pentious's ship.

"I got you!!" You were suddendly in Vaggies arms who held you protective in the air.

"Vaggie watch out!!" You tried to warn her seeing another Angel coming towards her.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Everything seemed lost. Charlie had tried to fight off Adam but could not do it. She was now hugging you, keeping you behind her with angry eyes towards the first Man.

"And now-"

A single punch was all it needed to send him flying away.

"DAD!!" Charlie and you screamed seeing the flying form of Lucifer.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Oh my precious kids!!" Lucifer said once the battle ended, Adam being killed by Nifty at the end. "Never do something like that again" your dad said to you hugging you and almost crushing you.

"Im sorry dad, I wanted to help"

"Let the adults do the work kid"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

As the hotel was re made you wondered where Alastor was. Sure he could not be dead, right?

Right?

"Did you miss me little one?" A very distinct voice asked

"UNCLE!!" In a flash you were in his arms, your own tiny ones around his neck. "I thought you were dead"

Alastor eye twitched for a moment then smiled softly "it takes more than that to kill me, my kid"

"PUT MY KID DOWN, ALASTOR" a very jealous Lucifer screamed looking at him.

"Can we go to Rosie's restaurant later?"

"Yes"

"NO, you are grounded"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Ahh.....fuck" you cursed getting a suprised look from everyone.

"What?....im a Demon too" You said getting a laught from Angel

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer x reader

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normansnt · 3 months

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The Prince

(Alastor x prince of hell!reader)

"HOLLLLYYY FUCKING SHIT (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER WE ARE VISITING CHARLIEEEE" yelled your dad while bursting into your room.

You looked up at your dad startled.

"Thats great, but why are you yelling?" You asked while raising your eyebrow.

"BECAUSE WE ARE GOING NOW COME OOONNN" he continued yelling while taking your hand and dragging you out of your room and off you guys were to the Hazbin Hotel.

When you arrived your dad almost run in before you told him to tone it down he is still the king of hell who has to keep up a certain image.

This was your relationship in a nutshell. You were not at all like your father and older sister. You were calm and collected and were there to calm them down. And why you stuck with your dad? Because he was broken after your mother left and you kind of got stuck being his mental support.

You never blamed Charlie for leaving you had the chance you do that as well but you decided to stay.

Your dad entered the hotel and immediately hugged Charlie. You just calmly walked in after him.

"OOOHHHHHH YOU BROUGHT (Y/N)" yelled Charlie as well excitedly and gave you the same bone crushing hug your dad gave her earlier.

"Yeah...'m here...sis....cant...breathe" you tried to get a sentence out.

"OH yeah of course sorry"

"Its fine Im happy to see you Charlie" you smiled at her while dusting your button up shirt.

After this encounter Charlie introduced you to the rest of the residents including her girlfriend, who you were delighted to meat since Charlie always rented about her when you guys would talk.

But of course your dad managed to make that encounter awkward as well to which you just sighed a little.

Unbeknownst to you a certain radio demon had his eyes on you from the moment you entered. It was one thing that your attire was something he himself would wear and it suited your figure perfectly, quite old fashioned just like he liked it, but when he saw that seemingly you were the distinguished one in the family you have won his interest.

The way you held yourself with a straight back chin up, truly befitting a prince. He noticed that you seem to either calm down or hint to your father on how to act. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"And this here-" started Charlie nearing the stairs where Alastor appeared. "-oh, this is Alastor our beloved building manager"

"Its a pleasure to meet you sir quite the pleasure" said Alastor while shaking Lucifers hand and wiping it in his coat after.

Not paying a second more of his attention on your father he looked immediately to you.

"And this magnificent creature is the prince of hell himself I'm sure" he said while taking your hand and softly kissing your knuckles.

Your face got a bit read while he straightened back up eye contact never leaving.

"I am, it is a pleasure to meet you sir, I quite enjoy your radio podcast" you managed to get out after re-gaining your composure.

What you said was true, though. You enjoyed his brodcast, his voice, and interestingly enough your taste in music was similar, the jazz part at least.

Alastors eyes lit up at that.

"Indeed? Well I'm honored the prince of hell himself enjoys what I do, and please do call me Alastor." he smiled at you and took one of your hands in both of his while you guys just stared at each other.

"Should we do something ooor...?" Whispered angel to Husk.

However the cat was to stunned to speak. He has never seen Alastor act like this with anyone before. The radio demon was literally flirting with the prince of hell.

"WOOOOWWW ooookkkkk nononono lemme just...squeeze in here" said your father while standing between you and Alastor which was almost impossible thats how close you two stood to each other but he managed.

"If you don't mind I believe my daughter was about to show us the hotel so see ya later" said your dad hastily while pushing you away from the overlord.

"Oh, no, we built the hotel together we should show it together, right Charlie?" Grinned Alastor at the princesse

"...Ok"

"I wouldn't mind at all to show the lovely little prince around" he smiled at you and offered you his arm which you gladly took.

All this while Lucifer was glaring daggers at Alastors back as you two walked off chatting happily.

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WOOOOOOWWWW LOOK AT ME POSTING AGAIN YEAAHHHHH WHAT CAN I SAY I HAVE A PROBLEM

And you bitches too I literally uploaded my Hazbin Hotel posts minutes ago and yall are eating it up already.

I mean ofc thank you sm for all the love (🥹🧡) but DAMN yall good? Anyone need a therapist?

Haha, just kidding...we all do.

ANYWAAAYSSS

I HAVE SOOO MANY MORE IDEAS AND I CANT WAIT TO WRITE THEM AND SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS.

I'm also thinking about writing a pt.2 for this so lemme know if yall would be interested😎

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and goodnight🧡🦖

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demetris-cocksleeve · 1 year

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(A/n: I got a new laptop so I can officially say goodbye to my sis's pc and get on your smut requests lmao)

(Istg my blog is just Obey me and Twilight at this point lmao; I do write for other fandoms I promise😅)

Word Count: 1,434

Summary- NSFW headcanons for our favorite boys + dick analysis

Warnings: Shibari, Creampie, Blowjobs, Throat Fucking, Choking, Belly Bulge, Tit Washing/Cumming on Chest

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Obey Me Brothers NSFW Headcanons

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Lucifer-

Dick analysis:

6 1/2 inches and girthy

He has two thick veins running along either side, leading all the way to his mushroomed tip

Speaking of tips- his is almost constantly a pretty rose shade, just in between pink and red

He doesn't like mess and that translates to his body hair as well

He keeps himself nicely trimmed -not too much hair, but not clean shaven

The exception is his happy trail; he doesn't think his hair should come above his pants waistline

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves to tie you up and watch you fall apart on his cock -the only mess he'll tolerate

Lucifer is a master at shibari

He'll have you laid up on his bed with the most beautifully crafted knots pressing just tight enough into your skin as he plows into you

His favorite way to tie you up is on your back, arms tie up and behind your head with your thighs roped to your chest

It's perfect in every way: The satin sits beautifully against your skin as it exposes your pretty, fluttering hole to him.

Let's not forget his favorite part of all- he gets to see your gorgeous face, hot with embarrassment at being so exposed mixing with the way your mouth falls in to an 'o' as he finally sinks into you

Absolutely does slow deep thrusts

He knows how torturous it is, especially after he's wound you up so tight

He is just sadistic enough to ignore his own edging just to rile you up to your limit

Mammon-

Dick analysis:

7-8 inches and thin

He has a pretty narrow base with a larger head

Not quite a mushroom tip, but still flared

His tip sits at the same color as the rest of his length

He definitely shaves, at most he'll have a small patch of hair right at his base

Other than that, he keeps it clean shaven

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves downward doggy style

He loves being able to hit all the deep spots inside you as he presses your face into the pillows with a hand at the back of your neck

His thrusts are erratic and fast

With just enough control to have that coil tighten in your belly

He might not be the thickest, but he damn sure knows how to use his length to his advantage

He knows just how to make you crumble with his cock

If you can get pregnant, you better be on the pill, because he loves cumming deep inside you, watching as it squelches out around his base

His second favorite thing is watching his cum ooze out of you

It just means he gets to fuck it back into you

Leviathan-

Dick analysis:

About 5-6 inches and average girth

He rarely trims -just enough to keep his pubes under control without having to constantly go at them with scissors or a trimmer

He has a thick vein along the bottom of his cock that spiders out the closer you get to the tip

His tip is a pretty purple shade that gets darker the harder he is

This boy has h e a v y balls

He has breeder balls through and through

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves being in your mouth

There's something about the way you sit so prettily in front of him, sucking him off as he plays a game

The lewd sounds of your spit mixing with his precum egging him on to finish this boss quicker so he can properly fuck your throat

Once he finishes the level, his hand is in your hair, holding you in place as he bucks his hips into your face

If he's super lost to the pleasure or upset, his tip is pushing down your throat, creating a bulge with each thrust

He doesn't care if you're gagging around him

Just finish him off like a good little pet, hmm?

Satan-

Dick analysis:

6 inches and thick

He doesn't have any prominent veins but it almost bulges in the middle before tappering back down near the tip

Speaking of, his tip is deep red -almost maroon

He slightly curves to the left

Does not care about hair

He just lets it grow how it was intended

It grew there for a reason, why would he touch it?

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves taking you from behind while on your sides

He can simultaneously hike your leg up and choke you at the same time

What's not to like?

Not to mention the stunning arch of your back when he slams into that special spot

Or the way your head throws back, giving him unrestricted access to the column of your throat

If he's more into his feels, he'll hold you chest to chest as he grinds slow and deep into you

He loves to cum on your ass

There's just something about the way it drips down the curve of your cheeks that has his cock standing at attention again almost immediately

Asmodeus-

Dick analysis:

He's around 5 inches with an average girth

The shaft of his dick is a pale cream color that contrasts perfectly with his pretty pink tip

His tip is extra sensitive, the slightest touch has his dick twitching

The shaft has just the slightest curve upwards

The perfect angle for both reaching all your favorite spots and for getting jerked off

Definitely shaves all of his pubes

Why would he want to hide himself when his cock is just so pretty?

NSFW Headcanons:

Asmo loves all positions, but there's something special about missionary to him

Whether it's being able to see the pleasure he's giving to his partner or them being able to bask in the perfection that is his 'o' face

Maybe it's a mix of the two (It's mostly the latter)

He lets out the most serene sounds you'll hear in your life as he draws similar sounds from you

Doesn't matter if he's giving or receiving, it'll be the best time of your life, don't you worry

Beelzebub-

Dick analysis:

A solid 9, maybe 10, inches with a monstrous girth

He has a large vein that runs down the top that splits into a 'Y' shape as it nears the head

He's got a bigger base and shaft with a narrow head

His tip is a light purple-bordering red

He lightly trims his hair every other week

Except his happy trail -He maintains that to be the perfect trail starting just below his belly button and leading down to his v-line

Luckily for you, Beel's a shower not a grower

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves fucking you against a wall or on desks/counters

Hard and fast or slow and steady doesn't really matter to him

He just wants to fuck you

Don't get me wrong- he knows how to match the mood, he just doesn't have a preference

His preference is simply being inside you

Well, as inside of you as he can get

Most of the time, you can only fit a little more than half of him in you

Even that has a borderline uncomfortable stretch

Is kind of a sadist in that he loves to push down on the bulge that forms in your stomach

Doesn't mind pulling out if you want him to

Give him the chance, though, and he's nutting inside you, tip just inside your fluttering hole as it desperately tries to pull him back in

Belphegor-

Dick analysis:

6-7 inches with average girth

Definitely has a c-shape to it

He has a slight vein down the underside

Has a couple freckles along the length

Another member of the no-shave-club

He just doesn't care if there's hair or not

If you ask, he might trim it but otherwise it's as au naturel as you can get

His tip is generally the same color as his shaft, maybe a shade or two darker

NSFW Headcanons:

Whatever positions that require the least amount of effort are his favorite

His top ones being both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl

Don't let that fool you, he's still in control

Hands griping your hips in a bruising vice as he fucks you dumb

Edging is his absolute favorite thing to do to you

It doesn't require too much energy

All he has to do is still you once he notices your bouncing becoming more erratic

If he's not too exhausted, he'll have you on your back as he relentlessly pounds into you

He really only works on finishing you once he's had at least one orgasm (refer back to the edging)

His favorite places to cum are in you and on your chest

He likes watching your chest rise and fall as you gasp for breath and seeing his cum dribble down your torso

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flan-tasma · 3 months

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Lucifer headcanon

Totalmente Lucifer hace una pequeña familia de patos contigo y los deja estratégicamente en el primer estante que ve cuando entra a su oficina. Le calienta el corazón cuando los ve y no puede evitar jugar con ellos como si fueran todos una bonita familia feliz. Hace escenarios completos con un patito que se parece a Vaggie y juega con todos ellos de la manera más linda del mundo, pero se avergüenza cuando lo descubres en el acto.

Lucifer totally makes a little family of rubber ducks out of you and strategically leaves them on the first shelf he sees when he walks into his office. It warms his heart when he sees them, and he can't help but play with them as if they were all one nice happy family. He does entire scenarios with a little rubber duck that looks like Vaggie and plays with all of them in the cutest way ever, but he gets embarrassed when you catch him in the act.

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pray4byron · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Charlie — crushing stages + relationship

petnames for s/o reader

Charlie x Short!Fallen Angel!Reader

Vaggie — crushing stages + relationship

Platonic!Vaggie + Blind!Fighter!Fallen!Angel Reader

petnames for s/o reader

Vaggie x Fem!Overlord!Reader

Comforting Reader After a Long Day HCs

Angel Dust — crushing stages + relationship

Angel Dust x Blind!Fighter!Fallen!Angel!Reader

petnames for s/o reader

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Angel x Artist!Reader who paints him

“Meant to Be Yours” Huskerdust x Performer!Reader

Radiodust x Disabled!Reader

Husk x Stage!Manager!Reader x Angel HCs

Alastor — crushing stages + relationship

Alastor x Overlord!Reader w/ Voodoo Magic

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hc

petnames for s/o reader

Platonic!Alastor + Teen!Male!Reader

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Radioapple Headcanons

Radiodust x Disabled!Reader

Partner Being Hit On HCs

Alastor x Witch!Reader HCs

Reader gets shampoo in their eye HCs

Alastor + Pirate!Reader (Platonic HCs)

Alastor x Tall!Reader HCs

Sir Pentious — crushing stages + relationship

petnames for s/o reader

Husker — crushing stages + relationship

“Bad Little Angel” Pt. 1 — Pt.2

“Gender Blind”

Husk x Past!Lover!Reader

Husk x Overlord!Reader w/ Voodoo Magic

Husk x Co-Worker!Reader (Headcanons)

Husk x Amnesiac!Reader

Husk x Blind!Fighter!Fallen!Angel!Reader

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hc

Husk w/ Cat Nip

“I’m not too good at this…” - Husk x Fem!Reader

petnames for s/o reader

“Meant to Be Yours” Huskerdust x Reader

Husk + Book Worm!Reader (Platonic)

Partner Being Hit On HCs

Husk x Stage!Manager!Reader x Angel HCs

“More Than Anything”

“King of Hearts”

Reader gets shampoo in their eye HCs

Husk x Mute!Reader HCs

Niffty — crushing stages + relationship

Lucifer — crushing stages + relationship

luci x artist!butterfly demon!reader hcs

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hcs

Lucifer Morningstar x Gyaru!Reader (Headcanons)

Lucifer defending reader who talks a lot /r

frankenstein s/o hcs

petnames for s/o

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Radioapple Headcanons

Partner Being Hit On HCs

“Mr. Took-Yo-Sis!” Lucifer x Adam’s Sister!Reader

Lucifer x Insecure!Jealous!Reader HCs

Lucifer x History Enjoyer!Reader HCs

Reader gets shampoo in their eye HC

Adam — crushing stages + relationship

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hcs

Adam defending reader who talks a lot /r

frankenstein s/o hcs

petnames for s/o

Adam x Cupid!Reader

Bisexual!Adam x Male!Reader

Lute — crushing stages + relationship

Lute Relationship HCs (Rewritten)

Lute x Overlord!Reader

Lute x Anxious!Shy!Reader HCs

Lute meets GN!Demon!Reader at Court Hearing

Rosie — crushing stages + relationship

Velvette — crushing stages + relationship

petnames for s/o

Velvette x Short!Fallen Angel!Reader

Velvette x 2000s McBling Styled!Reader HCs

Vox — crushing stages + relationship

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hcs

Vox defending reader who talks a lot /r

Vox x Stunt!Imp!Reader

frankenstein s/o hcs

petnames for s/o

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Cherri Bomb — crushing stages + relationship

Cherri x Anxious!Shy!Reader HCs

#mio’s masterlist ! ☆#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel masterlist #reqs open

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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Spear baby: (is crying/being fussy)

Vaggie: (0:35-0:43) https://youtu.be/10oPGM2_ZAc?si=udKrX2fwrUDpP14O

Vaggie: (rocking baby) "Rock. Rock. Rock. Maternal gesture."

Husk: "Woof."

Cherri Bomb: "Yikes."

Niffty: (gleeful) "I'm in paaaaain!"

Vaggie: (annoyed) "What?"

Angel Dust: "'s not an incantation or magical girl attack move, Vaggie van Gay, ya can't just say Maternal Gesture! an' expect the kid to absorb a blast of loving family energies or whatever."

Vaggie: "Wow thanks and here I thought it was actually working and them screaming LOUDER was a good thing. Got any better ideas?"

Charlie: "Maaaybe if you tried singing to them?"

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "...sleeeep little baby, shut up and don't cry... uh, one of your moms is hot, and other only has just one eye..."

Hotel Crew: (cringing.jpeg)

Charlie: "Maybe I should do the singing."

Vaggie: "What? Why? That was, educational right?"

Charlie: "Childhood education usually starts with like, um, shapes, single words! Basic emotions..."

Angel Dust: "Gay is a very basic emotion."

Charlie: "...body positivity and confidence building..."

Cherri Bomb: "The eye thing."

Vaggie: "What eye thing- I DO only have one-"

Husk: "And saying it like it's the opposite of your hot girlfriend?"

Cherri Bomb: "Yeah like, rude much?"

Niffty: "Don't pass on the self hate to the baby! Give it to meeeeeeeee~"

Vaggie: "Fff- fine okay, point made. I'm not good at baby lyrics."

Charlie: "Aww Vaggie noo- why don't you try just, singing like you would for me? Like when I'm scared."

Vaggie: "For you?"

Angel Dust: "Bit early for givin' a sex education innit- Youch!"

Husk: "Shut it."

Cherri Bomb: "Don't ruin the freaking mood!!"

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: (slow breath) (low humming)

Vaggie: "...you've, already found so much. So many hearts you've bound- so many lives you've touched."

Baby: (goes quiet)

Vaggie: "And~ in~ the ennnd... if it's all I have to say...."

Charlie: "More than anything~"

Baby: (staring up at them)

Vaggie: "More than anything... need you to know, I love you more than anything."

Charlie & Vaggie: "More than anything..."

Their baby: (sighs) (snuggles into vaggie's shoulder) (falls asleep)

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: (whispers) "... charlie?"

Charlie: (whispers back) "...yeah?"

Vaggie: "I don't wanna wake them up again but uh... I can't feel my arms."

Charlie: "Oh!" (giggling) "C'mon. Let's sit down. I'll hold you, while you hold them, so you don't have to be the only one holding them. Okay?"

Vaggie: (half listening) (busy staring at baby) "Okay. Sounds good."

Husk: (SNIFFLES LOUDLY)

Charlie: "....we'll do that aaaaafter everyone else goes back to what they were doing, that is."

Hotel Crew: (grumbles and leaves, using husk's wings as tissues)

They get a package from heaven later, after Cherri smuggles a recording of a moment to Sir Pentious via Lucifer and Emily. He sent them a music box (apple shaped of course) (no sharp edges)

When they open it, two little figures of them spin together with the baby snuggle between them, and the instrumental of their "more than anything" reprise starts playing softly. their baby is fascinated and holds it tight in their tiny claws, even long after they're fast asleep

#hazbin hotel #chagige spear child au thing #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #oc kid #angel dust hazbin hotel #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #sir pentious #silly ideas #that song already sounds like a lullaby to me anyway #all about comfort #and them promising to be there

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bunicate · 1 month

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Big brother lucifer doting on his baby sis in a different way, by ruining her innocence and spoiling her with her first orgasm, playing with her in a way he never has before: from the inside. And then getting her addicted to his cock in the forthcoming days, weeks and months where she asks if she can play with his cock whenever they're alone :3

aaaak I rlly want to expand on dis especially bcuz it’s fun 2 explore it while belphie is jus fuming in the background. I wud like 2 think that the start of your relationship with luci rlly was innocent at first. he dotes, a lot, brushes your hair, ties your shoe laces, tells u to take your time to chew your food . he’s rlly just a dad who’s big brother shaped !

I fink it’s only natural tht the affection wud become smthn sooo much more sensual. after he beds his little sister the first time, it’s only after he realizes he might’ve made a msitake, and luci doesn’t make mistakes ! he’s forced to deal with the repercussions of his actions when you beg him for some playtime. when you crawl in between his legs jus asking your big bro for some milkies at the most inappropriate moments. it’s enough to make him blush. i dnt think lucifer is able to actually say no to you. no matter how wrong and dirty u may be . guilt eats him up sometimes bcuz he practically he trained you to be cock addicted

#𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑥 ๑ ꒱ྀི #tw:incest

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pinetreevillain · 6 months

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"What is your law based on, sheriff?"

That's a good quote right there. Mind if I design a cross stitch based around it?

YEHA THAT SOUNDS EPIC AF????

#lucifers-little-sis #ask box

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 1 year

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Alastor/Angel/Stella/Verosika with a werewolf sinner? I kinda think of slight beastly features in the day (dog-like ears and claw like hands), but the full moon and other special moons cause a full werewolf transformation.

They could be curious/unsure if their S/O exactly in control during these werewolf moments, or if being a full-on werewolf would spice things up in bed.

With a Werewolf Sinner S/O

Alastor

Now... Alastor was a man of eccentricities.

He was THE Radio demon after all.

So when you requested he stay in on the full moons, while simultaneously disappearing every time the moon did its best saucepan impression.

He didn't really mind the requests, he'd simply use the time to work on one of his hobbies or perhaps catch up on a book he'd been neglecting.

But well... if Alastor was one thing.

He was far too curious.

So, after yet another full moon came around, he decided to follow you. And yeah, you had told him to stay home during the full moon.

And while hed usually respect that request, he'd still end up following after you, his shadows making it easy to keep your scent.

He'd follow after you as you entered the, well, he was going to say the 'bad side of town', but, it's Hell, so it's all 'bad side'.

And so, he'd watch you walk to the top of a rather simple little building, the man staying out of sight as he watched you simply stand atop it's roof, watching the sky.

And upon the mergence of the full moon, well...

Thing changed.

Rapidly.

Your entire formed shifted into, well, a wolf.

It was truly something from a radio drama, your body bending and shifting till you resembled a great wolf-person.

Youd stand there, panting, the man absolutely in awe, watching your new imposing form standing there.

Though upon looking up, you'd take several deep sniffs, head snapping towards him.

Glowing eyes would stare at him, the man genuinely on edge.

It'd be less then a second.

You charging him. His shadows and powers simply knocked aside as you'd grab him, pinning him to the floor.

Now. Throughout your relationship, Hell, throughout his entire time in Hell, he'd never felt truly intimidated.

Well, there was that one time with Lucifer, but that didn't count.

But having you stood over him in that form, your form still yours, just drastically more animalistic.

Deadly.

Glowing eyes staring into his.

It was intimidating.

You stood over him, pinning him down with a singular powerful hand, hot animal breath hitting his face with each heavy breath.

Youd lean down, hot breath on his throat as your powerful maw hung over his painfully vulnerable throat.

But just before anything happened, suddenly you'd pause.

Pulling back slightly you'd take a sniff.

Followed by a second. Them a third.

Youd begin sniffing him, top to bottom.

Stuffing your nose into his chest you'd collapse atop him, breathing in his scent before you began licking him. Lapping at his kneck and face.

He'd take a minute, but he'd eventually get our from under you, the man telling you to stop, you reluctantly doing so.

The man would go off, proclaiming how it made sense. The man going off on how you didn't tell him. How you lied and abandoned him every full moon.

How you didn't trust him. How you would lie and keep him in some house to live out your savage delights!

But upon seeing you werewolf form weep, he'd realise the reality.

You were trying to protect him.

Alastor softly hugging you close, apologising. Sorry for speaking to you so harshly, without considering it from your perspective.

Cupping your now houndish face, he'd tell you, you could have told him, he was him after all. He'd happily trusted you to take care of yourself.

To which you happily hug him, licking his face.

After a few moments of affection, Alastor pushed you away, telling you not to push it, the man asking you what you usually did on full moons, and why you asked him to stay in doors.

To which you... well, you'd go on the hunt.

The man would watch as you went on the prowl, hinting down and consuming Sinner after Sinner, you truly having an astonishing apatite, something Alastor would find oddly impressive.

It was like a nature documentary, the man relishing the way you stalked. How you followed your prey.

How you so ruthlessly slaughtered them.

And by the end of the night you'd end up in his arms, the man holding you close as you drifted off, the next day you'd awaken in his arms, thoroughly confused and shocked.

Alsator would explain, apologising for breaking your agreement, but at least now he knew.

This would be a liberating turn of events, you finally revealing everything, able to be honest with your radio demon BOO.

You were a werewolf, through and through, and now Alastor could appreciate it.

Honestly, The full moons became his favourite time of month.

The man would escort you out, usually picking your hunting grounds, happily watching as you hunted.

Honestly, there was a... primal aspect to it all.

Watching you slink and prowl, hunting down all the useless, simpletons as you fed.

It was exhilarating. Like a drive in theatre, but it was his S/O, the man watching as his beloved slaughtered and fed to their need.

Then happily watching you from a distance, happy you see you so free. Free to hunt and slaughter as you pleased.

And every afternoon, or rather, every morning, you'd end up in his embrace, the man loving your sleepy, hound self, the two of you always ending up curled up on some lounge or couch, you waking up covered in blood, usually naked, curled up within his grasp, your favourite place to wake up.

Angel

Angel... well, Angel wasn't known for being a patient person.

As such, when you talked to him about not going out on full moons, this being the only thing you'd ever insisted on during your relationship.

Well, needless to say.

He was intrigued~

As such, he'd do whatever he could to figure out your secret.

Initially, it was teasing and asking, the arachnid trying his best to get the answer through attrition.

But after you'd snap at him, he'd drop it, apologising for pushing you.

So he moved onto his plan B.

Now the first few full moon, he'd reluctantly stay indoors, despite his curiosity and worry for you out alone, he'd follow your wished.

But this night, he stuck out.

Now, a 7 foot white and pink spider ain't exactly stealthy. But he managed, the man following you via car, carefully driving as not to spook you.

He was increasingly suspicious when you walked into a crummy neighbourhood, the man growing rapidly concerned as to why you were there.

What he didn't expect was your you to strip naked, hiding your clothing in a bag behind a dumpster.

Then, stood buck naked in the middle of the street, you... well fuck, you transformed.

It was a fucking sight, your skin tearing, body warping, watching as you shifted into a beast.

Angel won't lie, it took him a minute to process everything, but upon figuring it out, he'd accidentally scream.

"What the Fuck!"

Only to instantly regret it, your head snapping towards him.

He'd try and slump down, hiding from your piercing gaze. Buuut it didn't really work out.

You approached the car like an animal, the man scrambling to lock the doors, not that it mattered. You simply swiped off the roof, the man completely cornered.

You sat there, hunched over him, the spider trapped under your imposing form.

Youd lean in, angels hands shaking as he softly pleading with you.

"B-baby.... it's me..." He'd plead softly, hands reached out to you. "Angie~"

Youd snarl, leaning in close, nose twitching as you sniffed him. You'd drag your wet nose across his neck before pulling back, the man just laying there, terrified, watching as... you gazed.

It softened, leaning in and nuzzling his neck, the man gently cupping your cheek, the man begining to pet you, four arms scratching and combing your fuzzy form.

And before he knew it, he had you wrapped around his lil finger, you basically a big old puppy, thr spider giggling up a storm at his now big fluffy S/O.

"So dis is why ya don't want me to go out on tha full moon." He spoke playfully, rubbing your belly.

At that you pause, shamefully looking down as your ears pinned back. You were clearly ashamed, and while he wished you had told him, he couldn't blame you for keeping it a secret.

"Aye, it's alright baby." He cooed, scratching your head, really getting behind your ears. "We all got our secrets~" He finished with a peck on the nose.

He'd spend a while petting you, enjoying your rather lovable fuzzy form, until.

Well, some goons walked by, loudly speaking to each other, and that'd be whan you snapped into action.

You, well as you would expect, acted like a hound, you charging the pair, utterly slaughtering them.

He watched like something from one of those nature shows, watching as you tore them apart, hungrily chowing down on their remains.

Then, instead you seemed to spot something else, chasing after it.

Angel would spend the night following you around as you slaughtered and devoured anybody that got in your way.

Youd end up in some shithole of an apartment, your large fuzzy form laid across his lap, the man nuzzling into your warm body.

These would become a monthly occurrence, Angel usually accompanying you on your 'hunts', the man holding onto your clothes for you while you went on the hunt.

Now... let's be real for a second. This is Angel were talking about.

You would definitely have sex as a wolf, the man totally into it.

Come on, we were all thinking it.

Stella

You awoke with a headache, waking up in a rather luxurious golden cage, finding yourself in the nude.

Getting up, you used a discarded blanket to cover yourself, wrapping it around your naked form as you looked about.

You could quite easily slip through the large bars, unable to properly discard the sturdy golden collar that sat around your neck.

It'd be as you looked for something to wear, that Stella would walk in, all smiles.

"Breakfast Time my dear Wolfy~"

Shed practically cheer, a great big pile of steaks on a platter.

To which you'd both freeze, Stella brow furrowed as she looked between you and the cage, it taking her several moments to process what had happened.

Youd end up at a tea table, wearing an over sized robe, Stella elaborating what had happened.

Apparently during your latest hunt, youd ended up on the 'better side' of town.

Stella had stormed out of an opera, this damn thing a pathetic excuse of a production, the woman refusing to sit through a second longer of that joke.

And so, wandering aimlessly, she'd end up in a less than steller area.

The woman was taken of guard as dozens of ruffians jumped out, the woman completely surrounded.

And just before they could do anything, You'd jump in, utterly slaughtering the mass, and well, Stella found it a, forgive the phrase, A Hoot.

By the time you'd had your fill, Stella was swooning.

Blood covered, glistening eyed, you'd turn to her and snarl, to which she'd snap back, telling you to sit your ass down.

Which you instinctively did, Stella eagerly approaching you.

Youd become putty in your hands, a great big pup, the woman's stern nature and warm hands reducing you to a pup.

And so, she'd get you home, set you up in a convenient cage she happened to have, securing a collar upon you, she had fully inded for you to become her prized wolfy pet.

But now she was stuck with... you.

Hmmm~

She'd gaze at you, a familiar glint to her eye.

A preditors gaze.

She'd lean forwards, telling you simply you could still be her pet~

If you wished.

Now youd initially be reluctant, knowing better than to make deals with demons. Buuuut, well, the next full moon, Stella would be on the hunt.

Hunt for what?

You of course.

The woman finding you relatively easily, the woman barking orders at you, making you submit to her.

And that's how you awoke in her home a second time, the woman already sat across from you, sipping tea.

And so, with a groan, you'd agree to one date.

To which Stella laughed, telling you it wasn't a date, it was a courtship.

And so, collar still bound, you'd go on a "date", Stella leading you around by the collar.

Now in all fairness, when she wasn't treating you like a dog, or tugging on your leash, it was actually a pretty pleasant endeavour. The woman spoiling you with either high quality food or affection.

And while Stella was something of a bitch, she, well, put simply, she was far too dominant for you to ignore, your inner wolf more or less submitting to Stella.

Though it wouldn't be till that first night in bed together, that night of passion, where Stella utterly dominated you.

Well... Boom, she was you Alpha now.

And she was sure to remind you.

This control lasting well iout of your wolf form, Stella utterly relishing the power she held over you, and well, let's say Stella dominated both your Sinner and wolf form, making you her loyal, submissive pet.

Just how she liked it.

And Hell, you'd be lying if you said didn't like it too.

Verosika

Now, the Sex demon had first found you at a club, your wolfish features intriguing her enough to wander over to you.

She'd give a rather classy pick up line, asking bluntly if you wanted to fuck, the two of you Sharing a drink as you chatted about life, and what have you.

Youd of course end up in bed, the two of you going at it like, a pair of animals, you especially dominating her in the sack.

An exceptional feat for the Succubus. The woman so used to being in control.

And it'd be as you laid in bed, Veronisika telling you you were an animal in the sack.

To which you'd laugh, telling her she should see you on the full moon.

Verosika asking what you meant, so, not really caring if some random, if incredibly attractive, Succubus knew you were a demon.

Well, you were a demon by default, but on the full moon you were... something else.

So, youd have some fun in the sack here and there.

And while intimately it was just some fun, noncommital, casual sex between two rather unique individuals.

Your romps quickly became more and more frequent the closer you got to the full moon.

The both of you becoming more and more passionate with each meeting, your bond becoming... deeper, every morning you woke up besides each other.

Then, when the full moon finally rose, you'd... change.

Now, you'd insisted in doing it elsewhere. On street level, wanting to keep her at least somewhat safe. But she was adamant. Whatever you were, she could handle it in her penthouse.

And well, you'd oblige, and so, upon the full moon emerging, you'd transform.

Verosika... hadn't expected that...

Especially when you turned, eyeing her up like the last morsal of food in the next 100 miles.

Youd end up chasing her across the penthouse, Verosika, in a weird way, enjoying the chase. Though that may be due to her being a degenerate.

It wasn't until you cornered her that she was genuinely scared.

Shed try and reason with you, begging you to stop.

It'd only be upon reaching her, breathing heavy as you hung over her, that she'd scream your pet name.

Well, it wasnt really a pet name. More like a rather explicit title you'd earned aver biting her shoulder

But upon hearing that name, you seemed to snap into focus, pulling back.

Youd lick your chops, realising what had happened. You rather affectionately nuzzling her, Verosika surprised at your sudden change.

Though upon realising your shift in personality, the Succubus perked right up.

Of course she'd chew you out for scaring her like that, but now that you were all cute and cuddly, she was all over you.

She thought you were awesome, like an even bigger and stronger Hellhound.

Come on... how do you think a Sex Demon and a Giant wolf person bond?

And, well you wouldn't fuck immediately, it'd definitely, Verosika, well, loving your Larger form.

Youd become her personal security, and once a month she'd get to see you go ape, usually following you around in her Cadillac, watching the glorious chaos!

Then she'd usually drive you home, either curling up in some corner or, well, I think you know how you'd spend the night.

And you'd never give it an official title, but you were really a couple, regardless you you said it was.

#helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #hazbin hotel #helluva boss x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust x reader #stella x reader #stella #helluva boss stella #verosika x reader #verosika #helluva boss verosika

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animeshotsh · 2 months

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A doggie!! | Various x Kid!Reader |

Warnings: Fluff - Curses - HH violence - Alastor hates dogs - Lucifer its all up to bother Alastor - grammar mistakes - may do pt2 -

Charlie could not hold her smile as she walked down the streets of hell, a big box in her hands and a nervous Vaggie at her side.

"Charlie...love, do you think this is a good idea? Vaggie asked again for the 10th time that day

Charlie who was already planning on how to give you your gift stopped to look at her gilfriend.

"We have been over our head with the hotel and the new patrons. No one has the time to play with (Y/N)...." Charlie said, memories of your sad self leaving the room after seeing everybody was working on something.

"I know but do you think a....dog would help them? They are too young..."

"This" Charlie exclaimed with the biggest and proud smile on her face shoving the box in Vaggi's face "its the most well trained and behaved Cerberus!! I know this race i used to have one, they are loyal and friendly and.."

"And they breath fire, do you really think (Y/N) its going to be alright with one?"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Turns out, you were even better than right.

Amazing one would say.

Charlie let out sounds of happyness as she snapped pictures of you and the little and chubby cerberus. Both of you currently playing inside your room.

Well one of them, since Alastor and Lucifer insisted on you having a room close to each one of them.

"Its really mine Sis?" You asked giving the dog some trears then rubbing its belly.

"Yes! We have been working too hard in the hotel and i know you must have feel lonely, but now you have this frien by your side"

The shadow from alastor and flying lamb from Lucifer where at the side giving Charlie offended looks.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

No one was ready for how was going to be with you and a cerberus.

First, Lucifer almost had a heart attack when he went to your room to get you and saw the puppy who in return sent a blast of blue fire towards him.

You had to calm down the creature that had turned big when being suprised by the hell's king.

"Hey hey!! Its fine its my dad"

"(Y/N) GET AWAY FROM THAT THING"

Of coruse his screams alerted Charlie who went as fast as she could to see her father sending glares towards your cerberus (when did it got so big?) And you trying to calm it down.

After Charlie explained and Lucifer calmed down so did the dog. Returning to its puppy size and now running in circles, not a single sign that it was the same beast from minutes before.

~☆~☆~☆~

Alastor hated it. And the dog hated Alastor back.

When he heard you had got a dog Alastor was ready to try and get the thing out of the hotel.

Maybe he could get you a fish....yeah that sounded better.

But no. The moment Alastor tried to get that dog it turned six feet tall and growled at him.

And no, Alastor was not suprised and he was ready to fight it.

But that thing was more intelligent, when it hear you were coming it went back to its puppy size and started crying. And you just happened to be around the corner.

"Cerberus? Uncle? What happened?"

Oh that fucker played Alastor so well, he could see the dog smiling and wanted nothing more than to squish it.

"Oh Dear! Looks like i scared it, maybe its not as strong as it seems" Alastor joked getting a low growl.

"Nono! Cerberus its so strong and gets big!! It even let dad, sis and I ride on its back" you explained while petting each head. "Maybe you can come with me? I promise you wont fall"

Like hell he would let himself be on top of that thing. But he could not tell you that so he just smiled "maybe another time, lets go and listen to some jazz while i work on my program"

"Can cerberus come?"

At the question Alastor's eye twitched "of course it can"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Lucifer was in cloud nine after hearing at dinner that Cerberus had pissed Alastor's studio making the radio demon let out static noise and almost stabbing the king.

You were so sorry almost crying your eyes out making Alastor stop from breaking the dogs necks.

So new rule! No dogs in his radio station. And no dogs in his room.

You know what? No dogs near him.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

The only time Lucifer and Alastor agreed on something: you spent too much time with the dog.

Sleep? With the dog. And no one could be in the same bed with you and it. Why? Because that thing would get bigger on purpose to prevent someone from stealing you.

The only one who could be with you and it was Charlie. Why? No one knew but if you were out your room the only other demon near you and your dog was Charlie.

She would prepare sleep overs with you and cerberus, Vaggie would join too, and the dog never reacted towards them. It even let itself be pet and kissed.

But with Lucifer? Yeah no. Even if it did let him ride on its back it was still not so friendly towards him. The dog even glared when Lucifer claimed you and him needed to go and could not bring it.

And Alastor had a personal war. Everytime you were not looking he would snap his fingers to try and make the dog leave. Nothing even worked.

"A truce, we get the dog out" a drunk Lucifer said one night to an equal drunk Alastor.

"I accept, i cant deal with that thing any longer"

"Well, it pissing your studio was something..."

"Haha, dont forget when it took your hat" Alastor bite back.

"HAHAHA well at least it likes me a bit"

"You must smell like it"

"FUCK YOU"

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader

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thatanimeramenchick · 3 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do something for Yander Lucifer from Hazbin(this man as me in a choke hold I swear!) with a hellhound reader who works for Charlie at the Hotel? if not that’s alright!

Lucifer and Hellhound Reader

Honestly, same, sis. Same. Let’s just say I’d also pay 50,000 for that man. I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t know how to write this at first, but I think I was able to work with it after some thinking. Thanks for your patience!

TW: Attempted SA

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It was no secret that hell was overrun, and not just by the sinners, though there was a ridiculous amount of them. It was everywhere, especially in the lowest class of hellhounds. The pounds were overflowing with the abandoned canine youth. You had expected that eventually someone would “adopt” you for the free brunt labor you would have to offer their company.

But fate had smiled on you for once. You now stood in the hall of a hotel owned by the princess of hell, waiting with the other guests and “employees” as Charlie hyperventilated about her father’s first visit to her hotel. You could remember her voice from the day she had taken you in.

“Hey, what are you doing out on the street in the rain? You should come inside, even if for a little while. Get out of the rain.”

You had finally aged out of the system six months ago and been kicked out on the streets, and you’d wandered from town to town, unable to find decent work. Now, you had made it to Pentagram City, sure you would find something. You were having a hard time finding anything that wasn’t sex or drug related. And now you had some kind of offer coming from the tall, pale girl in front of you. You had hesitated to take the offer though. A hotel? For all you knew it could be a brothel or something.

“Charlie, you need to come in. It’s a mess out here,” you heard.

The girl talking to you yelled back, “In a minute, Vaggie! Hey, it’s ok. I promise you don’t have to pay anything, and you can stay as long as you’d like! If you hate it, I swear you can leave!”

Normally, you would have turned it down. Trust was something that didn’t really exist in your life. There was something in her eyes though, a certain… genuine look in her eyes that you hadn’t seen since you were a pup.

“All right,” you acquiesced, nerves in your stomach. At the first sign of anything odd, you would be bolting.

But it hadn’t been a lie. Somehow, in hell of all places, there was something good, kind, wholesome. You had staid overnight, and true to her word, Charlie had continued to let you crash as the days went by. Feeling a little guilty crashing without offering anything, you offered to help clean a little here and there, and then found they had no regular chef and had offered to try to provide regular food. Food that was only half edible, but still, Charlie insisted it was better than nothing.

And now, you were living with the princess of hell full time. It was a quiet life, and you didn’t want to do anything to upset that. So, nervous as you were, you remained in the background as much as possible as Charlie welcomed her father in and showed off her hotel.

“And this is F/N! Vaggie and I took her in and now she works here! She does a lot of cooking and some tidying as well.”

You bow.

“It’s an honor to meet you, your majesty,” you say.

He barely glances in your direction but does acknowledge you with an awkward smile. Soon, he is back talking with Charlie. While you didn’t know about him, he seemed pleasant enough and to care for his daughter. You could see where Charlie got her cheerfulness from.

Not exactly what you had expected from the king of hell.

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You felt so stupid. You can’t believe you had ever compared the innocent honesty of Charlie to her father’s lies. He had told Charlie that he needed help. Not long after his visit, he had told Charlie he needed assistance with his organizing his inventive work, and she had asked if you would be willing to help. You had agreed, trusting her, and you had been moving back and forth between the two places for weeks, both before and after the mess at the failed Extermination Day. From all you could tell, he had a sort of non-interest in you, though he did appreciate your work.

Apparently though, at some point, something had changed. It was subtle, but you caught the lingered gazes, the softer tone he used, the almost nervous way he laughed around you when something humerus came up in conversation. You hadn’t thought anything of it, but apparently there was something deeper there, as you had learned a few days ago.

You had started on your way back to the hotel, insisting you walk even though it was late in the evening, and someone had grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and yanked you into one of the many dark alleys.

“Look, a fresh bitch.”

“Looks like she hasn’t been too roughed up yet.”

You had attempted to bite down on the hands grabbing at you, but it was difficult if not impossible. You felt your clothes being ripped at before a light blinded you, and apparently, everyone else in the ally. You felt yourself being dropped on the ground as the light radiated from the sky.

“You dare to touch a servant of Lucifer?” you heard, though you couldn’t see him through the blinding light.

The men didn’t even have time to respond. You didn’t see what happened as screams enveloped the air. When the light finally cleared, you saw Lucifer standing before you, ash and dust in the air.

“You all right?” he asked.

You were still quite shaken and barely had the strength to reply.

“Yes. T-thank you,” you said.

“… You should probably come back,” he said.

“What?”

“Back to the house. It’s closer than the hotel. Just to get some rest. You shouldn’t have to worry about going to the hotel after something like that.”

“O-ok….”

Looking back, you should have found it strange he didn’t offer to just teleport you back to the hotel... or the fact that he knew you were in danger in the first place.

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“You could stay,” he said.

“What?” you had asked.

It was a four days since the incident.

“That way you don’t have to make the long trip every day. There’s plenty of room here for you,” he said it casually, as if making a business proposition.

“No, that’s all right, I don’t mind the walk,” you said.

He frowned.

“You might not mind the walk, but it’s not the safest idea,” he said, “You don’t want something happening like it did the other day.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, “I bought some mace. You know, the special made with murder hornets and Carolina reaper mace that you only get in hell.”

You laugh it off, not too worried, but he doesn’t seem to share your amusement. He shrugs and lets the subject drop though.

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It had been a week since the incident, and you were seething.

He had locked you away.

Like you were a pet or possession.

Nothing had happened the day before, at least that was what you insisted. But he didn't seem to care. He said it wasn’t true. That men were leering at you, thinking of hurting you, violating you. You were too innocent to even notice it, and he had to keep you locked up, even if you didn’t understand it.

“This is for your own good. You know how dangerous hell is,” Lucifer was speaking in a calm tone, not making eye contact with you. He spoke as if you were a child throwing a tantrum for not being allowed to run onto the freeway.

“And you think the solution is to keep me locked away like a pet?” you yelled, “What is your life so out of control that you have to control me instead?”

It probably wasn’t a bright idea to talk back to the lord of hell, but he doesn’t even look fazed. If he is upset by your words, it doesn’t show.

“You’ll see. You know I’m right. If anything, you should know that better than anyone. Hell is out of control, and considering you don’t have a soul in the same way sinners do, I would think you would be more understanding of my desire to keep you safe.”

“Safe? If you cared at all about my safety, you would have worked to make hell a better place like your daughter did, rather than staying locked away and moping about how lonely you are. It’s pathetic and cowardly, not facing the mess that been it’s said that you created, even now.”

A certain dark look crossed his face briefly, but he pushed it away before looking at you. He took a slow breath.

“You are too young to know what you’re talking about. If it wasn’t for my ‘mess,’ you wouldn’t even be here right now. Clearly, you’re too emotional to think straight right now. I think you need some time to cool off.”

As he finishes his words, he disappears in a flash of mist, leaving you alone. A snarl of frustration escapes your mouth as he dissipates.

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Some Thoughts: I think the idea of Lucifer falling in love with a hellborn actually makes more sense to some extent. At least I see him being more receptive to someone who was simply born and abides in hell than someone who earned a place in hell from their bad behavior. From what Lute said, I’m pretty sure Lucifer has protected the hellborn from extermination, showing that he holds them on a different level than the sinners, at least to some extent. He may look at you as something innocent he wants to protect from corruption.

#yandere x reader #lucifer #hazbin hotel #yandere lucifer morningstar

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midzukishino · 4 months

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My work for the "Fluffy Zine: cats" where I did my best to draw as many cat characters that i know as I could @_@ I never drew so many characters on one canvas in my life, it was something

Game of guessing in replies is appreciated! But if you just want to check yourself here's the list of characters: The Cat Piano: the poet and the singer OFF the game: The Judge Coraline: black cat Blue Exorcist: Kuro World of Warcraft: Mr. Bigglesworth and Mischief Coco: Pepita Katekyo Hitman Reborn: gatto tempesta Uri Hetalia: Japan cat, England cat, France cat, China cat, Russia cat, America cat, Germany cat and Italy cat Castle cats: Francis, Conan and Catniss My Neighbor Totoro: Catbus Baldur's Gate 3: Tara Kid vs. Kat: Mr. Kat Shaman King: Matamune and Mic Tom and Jerry: Tom The Legend of Pipi: Pipi My Little Pony The Movie: Capper Soul Eater: Blair Pokemon: sprigatito, litten, espeon, purrloin, meowth, skitty The Legend of Luo Xiaohei: Luo Xiaohei Alice in Wonderland: The Cheshire Cat Homestuck: Vodka Mutini Cinderella: Lucifer The Cat Returns: Yuki and Prince Lune, Baron Humbert von Gikkingen and Muta A Whisker Away: Miyo and Kinako 101 Dalmatians: Sergeant Tibbs Lady and the Tramp: Si and Am Кот, который гулял сам по себе: Кот Dog in Boots/Пёс в сапогах: Milady Warrior Cats: Scourge and Firestar Tailchaser's Song: Fritti Tailchaser Mad Rat Dead: Mad Rat and Heart Varjak Paw: Varjak Paw, Holly, Tam Oliver & Company: Oliver Иван Царевич и Серый волк: Кот-учёный Three from Prostokvashino/Трое из Простоквашино: Matroskin Tutenstein: Luxor The Ancient Magus' Bride: Molly Felidae: Francis Chi's Sweet Home: Chi Котёнок по имени Гав: Гав Bolt: Mittens Rudolf the Black Cat: Rudolf and Gottalot Eleceed: Kayden and Kartein Puss in Boots: The Last Wish: Puss in Boots, Kitty Softpaws and Perrito The Aristocats: Berlioz, Toulouse, Marie, Duchess and Thomas O'Malley League of legends: Yuumi Re:zero: Puck Thunder and the House of Magic: Thunder Kiki's Delivery Service: Jiji Story Of Fifty Centimeters: Nanao and Machi and prints on the bottles: Hallmarks of felinity: Solange Кошки-мышки: Кот и Мышь Simon's Cat: Cat Nyan Cat

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And You Know That It Takes Two

Rating: E for Explicit

Relationship(s): Copia/Dewdrop

Tags: transitional period between era iv and era v, banter, slice of life, first time, first kiss, handjobs. beta'd AND correctly translated italian!

Words: 3731

Summary: “Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?”

When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

special thanks to @miasmaghoul for beta'ing and @foxybouquet for the italian translations ♡

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EDIT: now with ART from the fabulous @noahl-art. merci beaucoup, nono!! find his full artwork here

“D’you think Lucifer would want us to have black mass every Saturday?” Dew pokes the wooden arm of Copia’s chair with the toe of his boot. “Shouldn’t we be exercising our sinful wiles instead of listening to you drone on about the Dark One?”

Caro: dear

Stai bene?: (Are) you okay?

Ti piace?: Do you like this?/Does this feel good?

Merdaccia infernale: (roughly) infernal fucking shit. Closest to "unholy shit".

Proprio così: That’s it.

Copia tugs on a scrap of paper trapped beneath the ghoul’s thigh. “You do plenty of that on your off time, my ghoul,” he teases. He looks over his reading glasses, offering a smirk. Dew can hear the unspoken eh? at the end of his sentence, so much so he can’t help rolling his eyes and smirking back.

“How would you know, old man?” Dew fires back, flicking the hem of Copia’s trousers with his tail. He leans in closer. Elbows resting on his slightly spread knees until his face is level with the anti-pope’s. “Listening in on your free time?” The fire ghoul smiles wickedly, giving him an obvious once over. He cocks his head and bites his tongue between his teeth, waiting for an answer.

Copia’s face rosies a bit, but he returns to his chicken scratch. He jots down a few words before he mutters: “I am sure you do not fantasize your Papa spying on you, caro.”

“Maybe I don’t.” A lie. “Anyway, I think Rain’s loud enough to hear across the fuckin’ abbey. Probably have a soundtrack of water ghoul moans to lull you to sleep every other night,” Dew snickers.

Copia just shakes his head with an amused sigh and continues taking notes. Little chunks of writing in the margins of photocopies of Latin texts, scrawling in both Italian and English in a little notebook off to the side. Dew’s struck with just how patient this man is, endlessly so. He can get crabby on tour, just like any of them, restless and tired, but he really is kind to him and his pack.

The fire ghoul hums thoughtfully and returns to his upright position. Leaning back into the circles of bare desk he cleared earlier for his hands. “Do you get tired of putting up with us, Papa?” he asks casually.

“Dewdrop,” Copia says with a measured tone. He puts his pen down, and his glasses too, looking up at his lead guitarist and steepling his fingers. They’re devoid of gloves, Dew notices in passing, his nails neatly trimmed and his skin smooth and humanly wrinkly. “We have been working together for how many years now?”

Dew shrugs. “A few.”

“Si, quite a few, hm?” Copia agrees. He swivels his chair so his body faces Dew more directly and places a gentle hand on his knee. “Why then, my ghoul, would you think I am ‘putting up with you,’ as you put it?”

“Don’t tell me you actually like us,” Dew says sarcastically. But Copia’s hand is warm on his knee, and he’s trying not to focus too much on how he’s looking at him right now, all soft eyes and a worried crease in his brow.

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?”

He’s quiet for so long that Copia clears his throat and gives his knee a polite pat before taking his hand away. He makes to go back to his notes, but Dew mourns the loss of his hand immediately. His pen barely touches the pages before the fire ghoul sobers up and inhales sharply.

“Uh,” he blurts out stupidly, shaking his head and squinting his eyes at Copia. Unsure what to say but determined to say something. “You mean that?” Immediately he wants to crawl back into himself—back into the Pit, even—for sounding so small. Vulnerable.

“Yes, I do,” Copia says quietly, genuinely. He taps his pen against the paper, little dots of black littering the line beneath his skip this? note. Instead of resuming his annotations, he sets the pen down once more, looking up at the ghoul perched atop his desk. His white eye is suddenly piercing in the lamplight, and he’s looking at him like he can see more than just the ghoul sitting in front of him.

“Well, I guess we’re . . . fond of you too, or whatever you wanna call it,” he mocks, aiming for levity. Dew’s tail flicks, ruffling the hem of Copia’s pants again.

Copia chuckles. “Well, that is good then,” he smiles.

Dew hums. Offers a one-sided smile in return. Easy. He could leave it at that; resume the relaxed banter about sermons and his new duties as Papa while Copia gets increasingly tired and/or annoyed and shoos him away with a chocolate truffle in hand (the ones he keeps stashed in his desk drawer for evenings like this).

He could. But in the same moment, he decides he’s tired of tip-toeing around the idea of what this man is to him. He wades out into the waters, throwing a line.

“Is that . . . the only thing you feel for us?” he says at length, quieter. He scoots his thigh closer to the anti-pope’s hand. Encouraging him to touch again, if he wants. The sudden heat in his belly hoping he does. He wades a little deeper. “For me?”

Now it’s Copia’s turn to falter, fingers twitching at the fabric of Dew’s trousers. He looks down at Dew’s thigh, then back up to his face. Searching his copper eyes for something, anything, his thoughts as loud as if Dew were a quintessence ghoul.

“I . . .” he trails off, a failed start. He clears his throat. “I am, as they say, only human. So there are, perhaps, other . . . things. Si.”

Dew grabs his hand gently, placing it just above where it was moments ago, confidence building. “Fantasies, maybe?”

“Dewdrop—”

“For how bold you are on stage, you sure are fuckin’ shy in private, Papa.”

Copia huffs a laugh, moving his hand tentatively along Dew’s thigh. “Eh . . . reserved, maybe. But I don’t know about shy, my ghoul.” He shuffles his chair so he’s situated back between the fire ghoul’s dangling legs.

Dew smirks. “See? Can call me motherfucker in front of thousands of screaming girls, but it’s my ghoul in here.”

“Ah, but that is the difference. They do not get the privilege of seeing you offstage.” A beat. “Though, I imagine they would do a lot of things for that privilege,” he mutters.

Dew bites his tongue in asserting that he is, in fact, a motherfucker offstage too. Instead, he tilts his head so his ashy hair cascades over his shoulder and spreads his legs further, hooking a foot in the arm of Copia’s chair and tugging it closer. He’s baring all of himself now, literally and figuratively. Potentially risking his position, too, if this goes south.

But by the look on the anti-pope’s face, they’re both too deep to swim back now.

“And what’re you gonna do with that privilege, Papa?”

“You’re asking?” he deflects, putting the other hand on the opposite thigh.

“If you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, old man, I swear to Satan—”

“Like this?” Copia smooths his hand up the inside of Dew’s thigh, running along the seam of his pants until he reaches where the ghoul’s started to chub up. His breath hitches, head tilting back.

“Yeah,” he breathes. He looks back down at his hand, tucking chin to chest as he watches those fingers press just so, right where the tip of his dick sits already sticky in his boxers. He bites his lip with a stifled noise.

“Long time we’ve danced around each other, I think,” Copia says. Dew just nods, flexing his hips into his fingers to get more friction. Copia presses more firmly, taking the hint. Drawing a firm line down the ridge of his clothed shaft.

“Humans and ghouls, well . . .” he trails off, looking up at Dew.

“You’ve thought about it,” he replies simply.

“Of course. Of course I have, caro. I–” he laughs, shakes his head in disbelief. “I mean, look at you.” He stops himself, color rising to his cheeks. He drops his gaze, focusing back on the hand on Dew’s fly.

The fire ghoul watches him trace a finger around the button before reaching down himself, popping it open. “What about me?” he asks softly, inviting. Shifting his hips again to encourage him to continue.

“Not just fishing for compliments, I hope,” Copia teases lightly, a little bit of that stage persona shining through as he drags the zipper down.

“That’s not what—hh-oh.” He cuts himself off with a stuttered breath of a moan, Copia’s hand having reached past his fly and into his pants to pet at the dot of wetness sticking his boxers to his tip. The look of pure curiosity—wonder, really—on the man’s face as he feels him up has his stomach flipping. “Fuck, keep doing that.”

“You tell me what you like, my ghoul, and I will do it,” he whispers.

Dew groans as another bead of precum blurts out into his boxers, wet at just his words. “Keep teasing it,” he breathes. “Shit, see how wet you can get it.” He twitches under Copia’s fingers as he wraps his hand around his clothed cock, thumb swiping back and forth over the head. Firm, but just light enough that it makes Dew keen for more.

Copia continues the little motions, over and over until Dew’s underwear clings to him, saturated with pre. The friction of it and the intensity of Copia’s gaze on him has him dizzy, wanting. The man’s thumb presses over his slit, and he can’t help his eyes rolling back, thighs twitching towards each other.

“F-fuck,” he stutters.

Copia rubs his other hand over Dew’s thigh, soothing. “Stai bene? Good?”

The fire ghoul nods, hair falling off his shoulders to frame his face. “More than,” he groans. He bites his lip, bucking into Copia’s hand. “Again—do it agai—yes, Satanas, yes.”

The anti-pope presses into his slit again, this time dragging the pad of his thumb along the ridge with even pressure. Humming as he works it back and forth. It’s so sensitive, so instantly overwhelming that Dew has to consciously restrain himself from gouging his claws into the wood. He lets his head drop back, facing the ceiling and biting his lip to stave off the rush of arousal that threatens to make him spill in his pants.

Below him, Copia sighs. “Beautiful, caro,” he comments.

Dew half-snorts, half-groans, bringing his chin back down to his chest. “You flatter me,” he says with an eye roll.

“They say it gets one everywhere, no?”

“If by ‘everywhere’ you mean ‘in my pants’.”

“If that is where you want me.”

Dew sucks his teeth, scoffs a little in disbelief. Eyebrows twitching upwards when Copia fingers the elastic of his boxers, blunt nails scratching at the peach fuzz on his stomach. He can’t get a grasp on the anti-pope’s tone, switching so fast between charming and soft it makes his head spin. He’s seen both moods separately, of course, fired back his own quips with a silver tongue or begrudgingly accepted praise and a head pat for a productive rehearsal. But having a cocktail of both leaves him with mental whiplash.

The hand making his dick wet probably isn’t helping in that department.

So he nods instead, helping the man shimmy down the waistband of his boxers to snuggle it under his balls, freeing his aching length. Dew hisses at the cool air of the room breezing over the slick-coated head—though, it’s replaced with a puff of hot air when Copia breathes:

“May I?”

Dew nods again, widening his eyes and raising his eyebrows as a silent duh. Copia chuckles at that, scooting a little closer. He smooths his other hand up the fire ghoul’s thigh, up, up, up until he stops at his hip and rests his palm there, forearm dropping to sit on top of his leg. Dew’s stuck watching its ascent and misses the moment the anti-pope reaches for him, wrapping his fingers gently around the base of his cock and stroking upwards.

“Lucifer,” he chokes out. He snaps his gaze to where their skin meets and watches his dick kick hard in Copia’s fist, more precum welling up in the slit.

“Ti piace?” Copia continues to stroke slowly, not immediately translating as earlier. His accent curls around Dew’s eardrums, the Italian twisting with foreignness and short-circuiting his language synapses. He shakes his head, begging the small box of Italian in his brain labeled ‘Papa’s Nonsense Words’ to make sense of the phrase.

He blinks at Copia’s expectant gaze. “Huh?” he asks eloquently, forcing the word through an embarrassing moan.

“Does this feel good?” he supplies, nodding toward his hand.

The fire ghoul stares at the man’s hand, now wet with his own slick as it glides up and down. When his brain finally catches up to him, he barks a bewildered laugh. “I’m gonna have to learn more fuckin’ Italian for this,” he mumbles.

“Oh.” Copia laughs too, realizing his little slip-up. Dew’s shoulders shake with his own renewed laughter. Giggles passing between the two as if they were twelve-year-olds who just pulled off a prank on their teacher, not a fifty-something leader of a Satanic church jerking off a near immortal hellbeast turned quasi-human.

But the shared laughter is familiar. Comforting, in a way. Something to dissolve that final layer of caution that sat like oil on water between them.

“You are an endless delight, my ghoul,” Copia sighs, huffing out a last chuckle.

“I’ll give you an endless—uuh-nholy ff–fuck.” Copia runs his thumb over the slit of Dew’s cock, and his sentence is reduced to an eye-rolling moan. He grabs hold of the anti-pope’s forearm that rests on his leg, fingers digging into the muscle as he drools out a fat roll of precum.

Copia hums and smears it around the head, pulling down the foreskin to rub at the sensitive underside. It’s all the courtesy he’s granted before the man goes back to stroking him in earnest, skirting over the head with each downward pass and tightening around the base when he pulls up.

Dew grips his forearm tighter, thighs jumping with each tease of his frenulum. “Faster,” he begs. “And tighter. Fuck, feels s’ good.”

“Merdaccia infernale, are you always so . . .” Copia shakes his head, letting the room fill with the lewd, creamy sounds of Dew’s slick-soaked cock.

“Wet?” Dew supplies as a choked-off noise. “Not al–hah–always. Not since—” his eyes roll back again, too caught in pleasure to be completely coherent. “The–shit–the—” Dew flails his hand in some nonsensical gesture.

“Si, si.” The man understands without further elaboration that he means his elemental transition. That, despite the effective evaporation of his water, the born-again fire ghoul still carries traits from his original alignment—including dribbling pre like a leaky tap.

But Copia knows, doesn’t need him to explain or elaborate. Just tightens his grip and speeds his hand, looking up at Dew with a gaze that cuts him right down to the core. Intense, yet soft and admiring. Desire flickering just behind that.

“Shit,” Dew hisses, letting his eyes close fully. Sinking into it. His hips are moving of their own accord now, little twitches that meet each downstroke, just barely fucking into Copia’s fist. It’s so much better than it has right to be, but Dew doesn’t care. All he cares about is the way Copia’s hand feels on his dick, the way his other hand grips his hip, the way his breathing grows heavier and tickles the fine hairs at the base of his dick, how it chills the wetness at the tip only to be warmed by his fingers within the same second.

“Oh, oh, ohhhh fuck, Papa, fuck.” His pleasure heightens suddenly, the backs of his thighs going pleasantly tingly and his toes curling in his boots. He can feel it starting to build, balls drawing closer to his body with every stroke.

“Close?” Copia whispers, gripping Dew’s hip tighter and shifting in his chair. He grunts a little, no doubt filled out in his slacks too. Dew can’t confirm from this angle, especially not with the way his vision blurs, doubles even. But he has to be, if his wavering voice is anything to go by.

Dew throbs at just the idea of his cock straining against his zipper, balls heavy and squished between his thighs as he watches the fire ghoul come apart. Neglecting it as he showers Dew with undivided attention. He’s assaulted with the mental image of Copia in those tight, white pants from his Cardinal days, absolutely everything on display, and he groans.

He’s shaking now, stomach jumping as his breath starts to quicken. He’s sure his eyes are wild as he looks at the man below him, whining through his teeth as his hand moves faster, faster. Dew watches Copia bite his lip and look down at the movements of his hand, and the sudden fantasy image of that mouth kissing the tip of his cock makes him grip the anti-pope’s forearm until it threatens to bruise, nearly doubling over with the swell of impending orgasm.

Dew needs him. He needs him so badly.

“Gonna cum—fuck, please,” he moans, breath quickening to shortened gasps. “Kiss me—please, m’ gonna—Papa—” Dew grasps at the man’s shirt collar, pulling at it to get him to stand. Dragging him in by the shoulders and kissing him fiercely, whining when Copia groans into his mouth and pumps him even faster. The scent on him is instantly intoxicating; notes of neroli and patchouli, dull wax from the black patches of makeup, the barest hint of incense smoke underneath. All pressed directly into his nostrils where Dew’s nose smushes against his.

“Proprio così,” Copia mumbles, encouraging. His other arm loops around to cradle him between the shoulder blades, hand threading through his hair to grasp and hold as he kisses him deeply. That little bit of tension on Dew’s scalp sends a zing of heat right to his dick, and he’s moaning like a whore as he scrabbles at Copia’s shirt, ready to fall over the edge.

“Fucking. Fu–uhh, uh, uhh—” Dew loses all sense of words as he clings to him, mouth dropping open and tongue drooling over Copia’s lips. He cums hard, spilling over his hand with a shuddering groan, bucking into that wet fist until he’s risking sliding off the edge of the desk. He doesn’t, of course, braced and embraced by Copia’s body as he is.

Dew’s head drops to his shoulder as he rides out the seemingly endless spasms. Far too many for a handy, if he’s being honest. But the anti-pope works him over until he’s milked dry, whispering more words into his hair that he doesn’t understand and rubbing a soothing hand over his back.

“Shit,” he rasps. After a few more moments he peeks down at his lap—lucid enough now to mind his horns—where his black pants are now streaked with white, Copia’s hand resting on his fly also coated in the stuff. He shakes his head softly and laughs.

“Got me good, old man.”

“Dewdrop . . .” His tone is pleading, breathless. Dew lifts his head and the hand on his back migrates to the side of his face, caressing softly. He leans into it as he looks at Copia, his face flushed and a look of pure want and adoration in his eyes. “Please, caro.”

He doesn’t need to ask what he needs, eyes flicking down to the tent in his pants and back up again. Dew nods. Moves the hands around Copia’s neck to the back of his head, pulling him in.

It’s less feverish this time. Softer and slower, but far from chaste. Idly he wonders if any of the others have had him like this: privately in his office, a mere exchange of something fleeting, or hot and heavy in a storage closet after a show, frantic and adrenaline-fueled.

If any of them have, they’ve never told. He’ll go back to the ghoul wing smelling of him, unless he runs straight to the shower. Douse himself in scalding hot water until he can barely smell himself.

But he won’t.

Dew slides into the space in front of Copia, ignoring the mess on his dick as he presses close to the man. Licking into his mouth and sliding their tongues together as Copia’s hands start to roam. The fire ghoul slots a thigh between his legs as his palms reach his waist, pressing against his crotch.

Copia whines in his throat, twisting his fingers into the fabric of Dew’s shirt. He’s hard as steel against his leg, throbbing when Dew presses harder and tugging at him like he could still get closer than he already is.

“Sit down,” Dew rumbles. He breaks the kiss and holds his gaze as he presses on his shoulders, easing him back into the desk chair. Down, down, down until Dew looms over him. He smirks slightly, confidence and ease returning to him as their positions switch. Running his thumb along the painted upper lip then dragging down to the bare one.

Wordlessly, the fire ghoul sinks to his knees. Scoots Copia to the edge of his chair so he can spread his legs. He smooths his palms up his thighs, his infernal heat seeping through the trousers. He watches Copia’s face as he pets at him, cupping and rubbing at his cock through the layers of fabric. The man’s chest heaves. Hands gripping the wooden arms of his chair. Exhaling shakily as Dew traces a claw around the button on his fly.

“Allow me,” Dew purrs.

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