#chaz smut

[a-girl-withouta-face]

Helluva Boss Chaz SFW/NSFW Headcanons

(AHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG I JUST REALIZED IM THE FIRST PERSON ON TUMBLR TO WRITE ABOUT CHAZ)

SFW

He’s very good at flirting , he enjoys flirting with you a lot by calling you lots of pet names like “babe” , “baby” , “hot stuff”,“sweet  heart” , “beautiful and stuff like “Pretty girl” just anything flirty in general.

He’s pretty tall so most likely you would be definitely shorter then he is so he would tease you for how small you are compared to he is and he would tease you on how you have to get on the tip of your toes to give him a kiss.

Whenever he kisses you , he likes to lean down most of the time so you can reach him but hes gunna bully you first about how you can’t reach him , sometimes he just picks you up for a kiss.

When he kisses you its not one kiss he does it everywhere on your face , your cheeks , lips , nose, forehead and neck(Followed with a dirty smirk) he loves it.

Loves PDA , likes to show you off to everyone around him talking about how hot and amazing you are , it annoys everyone but he doesn’t really give a fuck.

Would 100% love it if you kiss him all over his face but with lip stick on so he can have a bunch of red kiss marks on his cheeks and forehead , he would never take it off cause he wants everyone to know how he’s with the most “Beautiful girl/boy” in the world or atleast thats what he would say.

He likes to wrap his tail around you sometimes.

He gets jealous pretty easily but he doesn’t admit it or anything.

Hugs and likes lot of attention , he loves when you praise him , make sure you give him a bunch of your attention cause he always say stuff like “Aw man” if your busy with something and brushes it off with a smile and a laugh but he low key just really likes you and misses you easily.

Always in the mood to fuck , no matter where it is , what time or anything he will fuck you if you want him to.

He breaks or sneaks into your house sometimes rather you know or don’t know so you guys can fuc- , I mean hang out and cuddle , well both. He’s either gunna break the window open or just find some other way to let himself in , kind of like a surprise date.

Chaz isn’t very smart , like he can’t spell anything to save his life and he hates reading and so on , so sometimes you need to help him spell stuff , it embarasses him a bit

Kiss his nose , like surprise kiss him on the nose of forehead , hes going to blush like crazy and hes just gunna get so happy and all jumpy.

100% pushed you up against the wall or just tried to seduce you to make you nervous and laughs about it after

“Heyyy beautiful , ya miss me?”He smiles with a shit eatting grin on his face.

“Hah yea right...whatever you say you perv.”I chuckle , drinking soda on the chair.

“Oh...C’mon I know you love it”

“Oh don’t get so cocky.”I shake my head with a smile , I turn to him and then my smile drops as soon as I realized he isn’t wearing anything but his briefs. My face turns red from embarrassment and I look away averting my eyes.

“I.....uhm....”I say , he leans in closer , his mischevious smiling reaching ear to ear as he leaned closer against me , he grabs me by the shoulders making me jump a little in shock then he turns me towards him with my hands on my face...

“Oh Whats wrong baby?”He chuckles at his own words , speaking raspy , his voice sounding quite seductive towards you as your eyes scanned his chest still red. What a flirt , he knows what hes doing.

“Its nothing...”I laugh awkwardly blinking for a second.

“Y’know , if you think I’m hot you can just say so~!”

“O-Oh shut up!!!”

NSFW

Praise him , his dick is where most of his ego comes from so his body count is pretty high so he knows your sweet spots better then you do

Very open sexually , he likes most kinks , he’s willing to put little bite marks on your collar bone , shoulder , waist , thighs , wherever whenever.

He likes putting marks on you.

Hes a perverted bastard so if you ever tell him to slow down hes going to grab your hips and push you down, fucking you on his cock even harder 

Sends you nudes while your working or doing random things half the time , likes to remind you every day how long his dick is and how much he wants to fuck every time hes horny.

Again a pervert , he would slap your ass sometimes , stare at your cleavage your body distracts him sometimes.

He can’t take his hands off of you  , he’s so horny that he worships every part of your body , likes to tease you and flirt with you while you both fuck and its annoying sometimes so you would sit on his face and have him eat you out , whenever he does that you don’t have to even put your hands in his hair cause he’s already grabbing your thighs tight as hell pulling your thighs closer to him so he can lick all your juices.

He likes to make out , so if you ever come inside of his mouth he’ll shove his tongue inside of your mouth so you both get to french kiss and share your juices

If your inside your parents house he would fuck you inside of your closet and cover your mouth so you dont make much noise , making you bounce up and down , if you make too much noise he would start shoving his tongue inside of your mouth while you both make out and fuck at the same time.

King of foreplay

He likes sextoys , if your a women he’d gladly let you fuck him , he’s mostly a top but he doesn’t mind subbing once in a while.

If you fuck him with a strap on with a dick as long as his or even longer he will be moaning like a slut , he comes so fucking much so put a vibrating cock ring and overstimulate him till hes begging for mercy , hes a cocky bastard so sometimes he says stuff like “Aww cat got your tongue” or something cheeky.

If your a virgin , he tries to be gentle but its hard because of the length of his cock so make sure you tell him if hes hurting you.

Likes blind folds and so on.

Wear something tight or very short , its going to get him in the mood , he cant take his eyes off you already so if you walk around showing a bunch of skin hes going to see it as a sign that you want him to fuck you and hes going to be all over you.

He’s sorta loud when having sex makes noise, makes a bunch of noise but hes not all that sensitive though hes just in the middle.

Likes places kisses all over your thighs and tits 

Sometimes he leaves hickeys on your neck or somewhere a bit more noticeable so he can tease you after and show everybody how you belong to only him.

When hes lonely he has a stash of your panties that he steals from your drawings that he does stuff with when your not there.

He goes into his photos and strokes his cock while looking at pictures of you , he jerks off to you way more then you think he does.

he likes to tell you all of the dirty things he wants to do to you.

Sometimes he likes telling about his dirty thoughts like pinning you over a table and fucking you , fingering you in public while nobody knows , fucking you in a dressing room and even fucking in an alley way being exited by the thought of risking someone seeing the both of you.

He likes seeing you struggle sucking his cock , hes very girthy and long so he enjoys seeing you gag and how your desperate eyes are , covered in tears whenever he grabs your hair and pushes you forward to take his entire length especially how he enjoys making you drink every last drop of cum

Jokes a lot and likes teasing you while having sex by making lewd remarks about your body like how your tits go up and down with every thrust , how wet you are and how loudly you moan under him.

Whenever hes in the mood he doesn’t care much wherever you guys are , if hes horny hes gunna tell you with the biggest smile on his face.

[jgabriel1920]

Johnnytober 13°: Car Sex

Normally you didn't have alot of wishes, especially a death wish, however normally you also didn't fuck in your boss car.

"Y-Yeah go harder big boy~! You're gonna ruin me~!" Chaz moaned as she jumped on your cock unashamed, being as loud as she could. The car groaned with the way her hips keep meeting yours, ass rippling everytime it it bottom.

You tried telling her to stay quiet, but she would only hand away your warnings.

"The old man- ah~! Doesn't use this car for years. Fuuuck~! He has a limousine, why he would- damn mammon~! Check this one~?"

The same way he said to check it before getting into situation.

"J-Just a little more~ then you can go and tell him no rat bit his wheels~"

A loud noise came out, a door opening. That made you grab her by her chest sides and force her against yourself, stopping the thrusting. You shut her mouth with your hand when she tried to complain, watching through the tinted windows who it was.

It was Goddamn Alessio.

He seemed to look around the area, checking for anything around. A window opening could also be heard be opened.

"So? Anything there?" The muffled voice of Crimson made you pale, as you kept being still. Of course that wasn't helped by the fact Chaz tried getting free, licking your hand to make you drop it.

Eventually Alessio looked at the car window, narrowing his eyes as he tried looking into it. You prayed to whatever could hear you that he didn't saw you.

"Nothing." That made you relax as Alessio left, walking back mumbling something.

You finally let her mouth free. "Fucking hell, I know how to-"

You didn't let her finish, as you again pushed her against yourself and began pounding into her as fast as you could, making her stutter and whimper.

"F-FuCk~! Y-YoU sO pissed o-off~?- Mmmfght-?"

You nodded as you kissed her hard, trying to make that slut just take it all. Her eyes rolled back as she got drilled silly, your tongue swirling and roaming for all her tastes, which had a fishy taste, the good kind at least. Your hands gripped her ass cheeks hard, making a red print in them as you thrusted in and out, in and out, until exploding without warning.

Your mind went blank for a second, hips still jolting against hers until all cum was pumped.

You only stopped after a minute, staying there hugging her and letting her head against your shoulder.

"... You wanna do it again tomorrow~?"

Your eyes narrowed at hers, as she tried to make a puppy face.

"Pretty please~?"

... Why she was so good at this...

[drades-lair]

Touched for the very first time

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Straz

Notes: This was a request from my friend on twitter _CrispySalade_ aka. Exhausted_Plant. They requested a PT2 to their original story 'Like a Virgin'.

PT1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52635439

Chaz was many things, subtle was not one of them thus despite having assured Striker that he’d not said or done anything stupid while black out drunk the other night it had become painfully clear he was lying. Striker’s anxiety began to run at mock nine as he tried desperately to remember that night unfortunately the few snippets that managed to pierce the drunken haze did nothing to set those concerns at ease. Striker needed answers or he’d never be able to get a good night sleep thus he came up with a plan to get the shark to confess. Striker made his way to the bar before Chaz was off work, bribed the bar tender to serve the pale imp ginger ale whenever he asked for beer or a shot that way it would appear as though he was drunk when actually he was stone cold sober. A couple hours later Chaz came strolling into the bar looking for Striker, catching sight of the pale imp almost immediately prompting him to head straight over to the stool beside Striker. Once Chaz was seated and flagged the bar tender for a beer Striker turned on his best acting chops.

“Hey...how long you been here?” Chaz wondered curiously.

“L-long…enough…” Striker managed a slur in response.

“Clearly,” Chaz retorted with a huffed laugh.

“Well…Ya know…I was thinkin’ about the other night…I was thinkin’ and thinkin’….” Striker slurred out, downing his ‘shot’ before calling the bar tender for another.

“The other night? Are you talking about when you got drunk and thought you said something stupid?” Chaz clarified arching a brow.

“Uh-huh…I…ugh…I say stupid shit…when I’m drunk…Charles,” Striker slurred out, using the name Chaz had let slip that apparently, he’d called him that night.

“Right…well I wouldn’t say it was stupid,” Chaz retorted with a small chuckle, taking a swig of his beer.

“Please…it had to be stupid…” Striker added a hiccup for extra flare as it appeared he was close to getting what he was looking for.

“I wouldn’t call wanting to lose your V-card to me stupid,” Chaz chuckled, swigging his beer again while Striker nearly choked on his shot.

“Wha…I mean…see, stupid…” Striker managed to regain composure just in time to save his drunk act, luckily the new flush across his cheeks fit the act.

“Nah, your just nervous and that’s fine,” Chaz retorted having luckily missed Striker’s little slip up.

Striker’s face turned six shades of red, one for each layer of hell as embarrassment swelled in his gut promptly breaking his little drunken act. Striker abruptly stood from his stool causing Chaz to follow the movement with a cocked eyebrow of confusion. Striker tossed a couple bills on the bar to cover everything then turned to head for the saloon doors.  

“I’m goin’ back to the room,” Striker announced, voice low and no longer carrying that drunken slur to it.  

“Wait, you need me to help you?” Chaz called after Striker, standing to reach out to the imp.

“No! I wanna be left alone!” Striker snapped, whipping his head around with a snarl.

“Striker? Wait, Y-You’re not drunk?” Chaz questioned; confusion heavy in his tone as he realized Striker had been faking his drunken state. 

“No Chaz! You refused to tell me what happened the other night, so I faked being drunk ta get Ya ta tell me. I knew I said somethin’ fuckin’ stupid and I was right!” Striker angrily barked, turning away from Chaz to head out of the bar. Chaz took a moment to absorb what just happened however once he did the shark ran after Striker.

“Hey! Wait! Striker! Look, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to make you upset…you seemed super nervous about telling me that you wanted me to be your first,” Chaz rambled as he strode just behind Striker.

“Congrats fish, you called it right. Just leave me the fuck alone,” Striker groused under his breath, hands tucked firmly in his pockets as he continued walking randomly through the darkened town.

“Well, I’m fine with it and you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Chaz added trying desperately to back pedal on this unraveling situation.

“Ha! That’s rich! I’m sure Yer gettin’ a good laugh outta this,” Striker mockingly laughed, snarling slightly over his shoulder.  

“N-No…can you stop, please…stop!” Chaz insisted suddenly bounding in front of Striker forcing the imp to stop walking.

“What part of fuck off and leave me be, are Ya not understandin’?” Striker growled, tail rattling irritably behind him.

“I’ll gladly let you have some space but first I just wanted to let you know that I don’t think it’s a big deal that you’re still a virgin and if you really want me to be the first, I’ll happily do that,” Chaz blurted out the words so fast he needed to inhale deeply afterwards.

“Whatever…” Striker trailed off after taking a moment to absorb what Chaz had said, pushing past the shark to continue his aimless wondering through the town streets. Chaz watched Striker wonder off eventually releasing a defeated sigh as he hung his head and headed back towards the motel, they were staying in.

Striker wondered around the dark streets for hours simply mulling over in his mind what Chaz had said, denying that the shark meant it. Striker could hear Chaz’s mocking laughter in his head, the same laughter he’d heard in the past from others who’d found out about his little secret then there was the fear of the act itself, Striker gave a snarl of irritation at himself. Memories flashed through Striker’s mind of a time when he was teenager fourteen, maybe fifteen, he cleaned tables at the local saloon and during one of his shifts a couple guys made advances on him which he’d ignored…eventually they’d trapped him near the bathrooms in the back of the bar where they touched him inappropriately, luckily the bartender caught the act before anything went too far. Striker hated how that felt, he hated everything about it thus every time he got close to doing the act with anyone since he panicked. Shaking the memories away Striker was ready to simply bolt from this town unfortunately he had left everything in the motel room that he shared with Chaz including his very expensive angelic weapons thus he had little choice, taking a deep breath he mustered up the courage to head back to the room with the plan to slip in, grab his shit then leave. Once at the motel room Striker managed to quietly slip inside, releasing a small sigh of relief when he saw the lights were off suggesting Chaz was asleep already, glancing around he located his duffle on the floor near the bathroom promptly heading straight to it. Taking a knee Striker made sure everything was inside the duffle bag however just as he zipped it closed, he felt two hands grab his shoulders, yanking him upwards causing a yelp of surprise to escape the pale imp right before he was spun around, and a mouth clasped around his own. Striker grunted as his back hit the wall beside the bathroom doorframe, hands grabbing at the arms of whomever was currently holding him against said wall, inhaling sharply as the mouth disappeared. Striker could now focus on the figure in front of him, making out the familiar greenish snout that belonged to Chaz.

“What the fuck, Chaz!? I nearly kicked Ya in the nut sack!” Striker exclaimed irritably, heart racing in his chest.

“Oops, wouldn’t want that because then we couldn’t fuck,” Chaz chuckled, pulling back slightly.

“What!? Ya…Ya wanna…” Striker stammered out, brain seeming to malfunction. Chaz wasn’t laughing at him nor was he teasing him…Striker couldn’t focus as his heart pounding wildly, panic rising in his throat as images of those large male imps trapping him…touching him flashed through his mind.

“That’s what this was all about right? You wanna lose your virginity and you wanted me to be the one to lose it too…right?” Chaz wondered.

“Well…yeah…but…” Striker trailed off, grabbing his chest trying to steady his rapidly beating heart.  

“Hey, are you…okay?” Chaz asked, tone gentle as he placed a hand on the imp’s shoulder while backing off a little.

“N-no…my heart feels like it’s gonna…burst from my…chest…” Striker stammered through panting breaths.

“Whoa, take it easy…come sit on the bed,” Chaz suggested guiding Striker to sit on the edge of the bed before leaving to grab him a glass of water. Striker accepted the water, sipping it while taking deep breaths as Chaz knelt in front of him.

“Thanks…” Striker managed to get out once he’d calmed a little.

“It’s fine, what caused that panic attack?” Chaz inquired, cocking his head to the side.

Striker’s cheeks flushed a little, averting his gaze to the side as a heavy frown settled on his features. Chaz patiently waited for Striker to respond, watching him with an expression of curiosity mixed with concern, hands gently starting to rub along the pale imp’s thighs.

“I-It…Ya really don’t care…that I’m a virgin?” Striker eventually quietly asked.

“Pfff! No, I’ve slept with virgins before. Some older than you,” Chaz revealed with a snorting laugh.

“Really?” Striker retorted; eyes wide as he met Chaz’s.

“Yep, some people just don’t get around to having sex or something happens that makes them nervous to take that extra step,” Chaz explained simply.

“Something…” Striker dwelled for a moment on that iteration once again averting his gaze except this time it was in thought.

“Did…something happen to you?” Chaz chanced asking.

“M-Maybe…Every time I try ta take that step with someone…I start ta panic…when I was in my teens these imps cornered me in the bar I worked at and they…” Striker trailed off still refusing to look at Chaz.

“Touched you? But if you’re still a virgin…?” Chaz trailed off as a prompt for Striker to finish the story.

“Y-Yeah…the bar tender caught ‘em before anythin’ could really happen but they groped me through my pants and were undoing ‘em…not hard ta figure out what was goin’ ta happen,” Striker finished saying.

“That’s…shitty…look if you’re not ready then we don’t have to but…whenever you are, I’m more then willing to be your first,” Chaz smiled a little trying to put as many of Striker’s worries at ease as he could.     

Striker’s face flushed again, having talked about what happened suddenly calmed his anxiety, replacing it instead with a heat that was quickly pooling in the pit of his stomach. Chaz continued to massage his hands over Striker’s thighs testing out a casual squeeze as Striker slowly turned to face the shark prompting Chaz to move slowly till their mouths connected again in a gentle kiss till Chaz chanced slipping his tongue inside Striker’s mouth resulting in an encouraging hum as the imp pressed back. Chaz slid a hand to Striker’s hip where his thumb played at the hem of his pants, his other hand mirroring the action on the opposite side moments later all while exploring the imp’s mouth. Chaz took a quick glance down revealing Striker’s pants were getting tighter in the front causing a smile to spread across his features before pulling from the deep kiss leaving them both softly panting as Striker clenched his hands in the sheets to either side of himself, averting his gaze once again as he tried to think of what he was supposed to do.

“You good?” Chaz checked with his thumbs still softly doing circles on the imp’s sides just above his pants hem.  

“I’m fine, I just…don’t know what to do…” Striker quietly admitted.

“No problem, leave it to Chaz,” Chaz stated with a beaming smile.

Gingerly Chaz slid his hands from the imp’s hips up underneath Striker’s shirt encouraging the imp to remove his jacket followed by Chaz pulling his black long-sleeved shirt off. Striker’s anxiety told him that he didn’t like how much clothing Chaz was still wearing in comparison to him at this point causing him to grab Chaz’s coat giving it a few yanks till Chaz got the hint to remove the same amount of clothing from his torso. Chaz gently pushed Striker backwards onto the bed, yanking off the imp’s boots before he scooted towards the headboard with Chaz crawling up after him while keeping a watchful eye to assure Striker wasn’t in distress. Striker rested on his forearms while Chaz caressed his claws down Striker’s sides causing a shiver to run down the imp’s spine then Chaz leaned down to nip along the imp’s neck making sure to suck a dark hickey right over Striker’s pulse point before continuing down across his chest. Striker moaned softly as he tipped his head back, eyes closing to enjoy the sensations Chaz was eliciting from his body when Chaz’s fingers skillfully flicked open Striker’s belt followed by undoing his zipper and button causing panic to spike for a moment in his chest only to be quickly replaced by relief as his hard cock was given some space to breath.

Chaz licked up Striker’s chest sending tingling sensations across it like electricity, his one hand working on slowly scooting the imp’s pants and underwear down while the other supported him on the opposite side of Striker’s torso. A happy little rattle sounded from Striker’s tail unintentionally indicating that he was excited about what Chaz was doing encouraging the shark to finish removing Striker’s pants at which point the funniest expression crossed his face as he pulled back to stare at Striker’s nude form.

“What?” Striker asked after a few awkward moments of Chaz staring.

“Nothing, I just…have never seen some one with both parts before,” Chaz stated moving back a bit to get a better look.  

“Humph, I told Ya that I had the whole package,” Striker huffed.

“True, it’s neat. Mind if I…?” Chaz quarried, gesturing to Striker’s crotch after all they’d gotten this far however that didn’t mean Striker wanted to go further, add in the fact he had a bad history with people touching him and Chaz wanted to make sure he had permission through this whole thing.  

“Isn’t that why we’re here?” Striker retorted.

Chaz chuckled out loud then reached gingerly forwards to wrap his hand around the base of the imp’s cock, massaging teasingly upwards when his fingers ran over a series of bumps along Striker��s shaft. Investigating further Chaz could see there were small barbs inside the bumps that were pulsating slightly as Striker’s cock twitched, the imp’s anatomy was a never-ending curiosity, Chaz explored his way down towards Striker’s pussy sliding his fingers along Striker’s cock. Chaz caressed two fingers over Striker’s folds feeling the slick that coated them along with his inner thighs from how aroused he was causing Striker to shudder with a panting huff that faded into a surprised sharp inhale as Chaz spread the imp’s folds with those same two fingers. The longer Chaz stared the more self-conscious Striker began to feel, face flushing deeper crimson as he began to shift his legs inwards with his tail rattling nervously promptly pulling Chaz out of his curious state to look up at his partner. Striker averted his gaze to the side, panting shallowly.

“Can we get on wit this?” Striker wondered.

“Yeah, here…lay back,” Chaz encouraged gently pressing against Striker’s chest till the imp laid down flat on his back with his legs crooked.  

Chaz settled firmly between Striker’s legs, spreading Striker’s folds again then without warning licked from top to bottom of his vagina sending a burst of sensation through Striker that he wasn’t used too. The feeling of being touched by a hand that wasn’t his own sent sensations through Striker that he wasn’t prepared for nor could have ever imagined especially once Chaz located his clit. Chaz flicked his tongue against the small bundle of nerves sending a shock wave of electricity that made Striker’s toes curl and his back arch.

“Holy fuck! What did you just do?” Striker exclaimed, clenching his hands in the bedding.

“Want me to do it again?” Chaz coyly asked with a seductive eyebrow wiggle.

“Fuck, yes…please,” Striker confirmed, admittedly enough he’d not played around with his cunt to much mostly because it was awkward to reach, his dick was easier to touch thus that was how he orgasmed most of the time when masturbating.  

Chaz delved back into Striker’s pussy, thrusting his tongue into Striker’s vaginal opening then sliding it back to his clit. Eventually Chaz slid his tongue all the way up the underside of Striker’s cock to the head where he swirled around the crown causing precum to drool out. Chaz caressed a hand along Striker’s folds down to his asshole, rimming a slick finger around the tight ring of muscle as he slipped his mouth around the imp’s cock head to suck liberally. Striker clawed at the bedding with deep moaning groans, teeth biting into his lower lip as his eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming amount of sensation running through his body. Chaz pulled back in amazement as the barbs sheathed in Striker’s cock shaft started to emerge the more excited, he became it was also a good indicator for Chaz to move on.

“You want me to fuck you?” Chaz inquired still gently rimming Striker’s hole.

“Y-Yes…” Striker breathed out managing to open his eyes to look down at Chaz.

“Okay, hang on,” Chaz stated, moving off the bed to rifle through his bag before returning.

Kneeling back on his heels Chaz undid his pants then yanked them down to mid thigh revealing Chaz’s double cocks, Striker knew about this unique trait in sharks but to see it was far different from reading about it. Staring curiously Striker watched as Chaz opened two condoms then slid them over both hard members, giving them a playful little bounce before leaning over Striker once more. The imp furrowed his brow in question as Chaz squeezed a bottle in his hand to produce a clear liquid onto his other hand, rubbing it over his fingers before reaching down to smear across Striker’s folds revealing it was slick and cold. Striker jerked slightly with a hiss from the cold.

“Easy, easy, I’m just going to lube you up a little,” Chaz explained, placing the bottle on the bed so he could caress up Striker’s side.

Striker relaxed so Chaz could insert his fingers into his pussy, thrusting at a lazy pace for a few minutes before removing them. Gently Chaz hoisted Striker’s thighs upwards to allow him to position right at the imp’s folds, rubbing his cock along them for a couple seconds before pressing the tip of one cock barely against his vaginal opening.

“This might hurt a little just try to relax,” Chaz encouraged.

Striker didn’t know what to expect just like most of this evening, but he trusted Chaz thus he gave a nod of understanding then tried to relax himself as much as possible. Chaz gently pushed forwards immediately causing Striker to inhale sharply, eyes opening wide before his head fell backwards with a pained groan. Chaz stopped moving to look up at Striker with concern on his features.

“Are you okay?” Chaz wondered.

“Ugh, that hurts…I didn’t expect it ta hurt like that,” Striker panted out.

“Okay, try to relax your muscles…do you need me to pull out a little?” Chaz calmly asked.

“N-Nah…I just…need a minute,” Striker gritted out.

“Alright, I’ll just wait until you’re ready,” Chaz assured him.

Slowly Striker felt the pain subside allowing Chaz to press forwards inch by inch until he was sheathed in Striker’s slick heat. Chaz leaned over Striker to nuzzle at his jawline, nipping gently down his neck to distract the imp till he could fully adjust to the shark’s girth. Upon feeling Striker relax around him, Chaz began rolling his hips causing a series of breathy curses to fall from Striker’s lips, face flushed bright crimson with sweat dripping down his pleasure riddled face. A steady pace found the duo swiftly in shambles, panting heavily with moans mingling in the darkened motel room when Striker suddenly wrapped his legs around Chaz’s waist promptly triggering the shark to move faster. Striker wrapped his arms around Chaz with open mouthed cries of pleasure, claws raking along the shark’s back as he pleaded for release as Chaz put more oomph behind his thrusts. Striker clenched his teeth with a groan for a moment then released a breathy heady loud moan as his walls clenched around Chaz’s cock successfully pulling the shark over the edge with him.

Striker fell backwards panting, looking up at Chaz who was also lost in his orgasmic high just trying to come down. Striker was overwhelmed with sensation, whimpering slightly as Chaz finally pulled out then flopped onto the bed next to the imp with a satisfied huff.

“So~?” Chaz chimed after a couple minutes of catching their breaths.

“So…what?” Striker retorted still staring at the grimy water-stained ceiling.

“What did you think? Was it good?” Chaz asked, turning to lay on his side with one hand propping up his head.

“Oh…Yeah, that was…definitely different,” Striker answered immediately eliciting a slight pout from Chaz.

“Different? Is that all?” Chaz irritably asked sounding dissatisfied with Striker’s answer.

“What else do Ya want from me? I don’t exactly have anythin’ ta compare it ta besides my own hand,” Striker retorted sounding just as irritated.

“Guess that makes sense, as long as you enjoyed it. So, you cum from both your pussy and your dick?” Chaz randomly asked noting the cum splayed across Striker’s stomach.  

“Huh? Uh, yeah…I shoulda warned Ya about the barbs too,” Striker answered realizing his barbs were still flared on his slightly flaccid cock.

“That’s alright, do they do that all the time?” Chaz wondered curiously, glancing down to look at Striker’s dick.

“Yeah, whenever I cum they do that,” Striker confirmed.

“Cool, gonna have to figure a way around that for hand jobs and blow jobs, but I’m resourceful,” Chaz simply stated in such a nonchalant manner it took Striker a little off guard.

“Ya are assumein’ we’re gonna be doin’ this again a little quick,” Striker pointed out.

“Of course, we are~ I’m like a drug, once someone gets a taste of the Chaz, they can’t get enough,” Chaz chimed with a smug smile on his face, head held high with his eyes shut as he pressed a hand to his puffed-out chest.

“Humph, we’ll see about that,” Striker huffed a chuckle because he couldn’t argue with Chaz that this probably wasn’t the last time, they’d be doing this however he certainly wasn’t going to tell Chaz that…at least not yet.

[alexsnerdycorner]

Touchy-Feely

Title: Touchy Feely

Word Count: 3011

Warning: Smut, Swearing, Unprotected sex, a bit of an age gap, talk of attempted incestuous rape (one sentence).  Bisexual Charles and logan. AFAB reader, dirty talk (so sorry for horrible it is), Oral sex, P in V sex, Anal (Male receiving), Praise kink, multiple female orgasms,

Fandom: X-Men movies / Marvel

Pairing: Charles Xavier X Fem!Reader X Logan

Rating: Mature

Summary: This is based on a request I got from my old fandom blog. I’ve rewritten it, added smut, and edited it. The reader (F) has the ability to make people aroused on contact (much like Alisha from Misfits) and to manipulate others emotions, memories, and more. This is post Days of Future Past, but Charles still has hair and ability to use his lower body because it made sense for the story.

A/N: I had a difficult time rewriting this as I had an ex named Chaz, which is short for Charles/Charlie and he graped me. I’ve always loved Charles Xavier and I’m trying not to let the grapist get to me, but sometimes I am unsuccessful. I hate myself for letting things go so far as to “allow” him to do this to me. But I kinda flinch every time I hear his name or variations of it. Also, this is my first time writing a threesome. Please don’t judge it that harshly.

You discovered your powers five years ago when you turned seventeen and went on a date to prom and your boyfriend’s best friend asked for a dance. This led to him trying to drag you to the bathroom to fuck you. That was when you found out that you could make anyone feel aroused just by touching them. Your boyfriend of the time broke up with you because there was no way he’d be seen dating a mutant freak. You knew for sure you were a mutant when your father tried to comfort you that night and wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to undress you. Luckily your mother was home to drag him off.

You were angry, and wished that he knew better. Better yet, you wished that he would try to burn his hand off. A moment later your father turned on the stove and stuck his hand over the burner, catching his hand on fire. That was when you found out you also had the ability to influence people’s actions and thoughts.

After that, your parents sent you away to Charles Xavier’s school for mutants, or, the nicer way to put it, gifted individuals. Charles took you in out of the goodness of his heart, as he would with any other mutant. You never told him of the embarrassing powers of eroticism, only of your ability to manipulate other’s emotions, actions, and memories. Your first week at his school after Bobby Drake pushed past you and accidentally touched your hand, you had to forcibly push him off you. He didn’t know any better so you altered his memory of the situation. But you were still so visibly upset that the professor, who was ten years older than you, tried to comfort you, you stumbled back to avoid his touch. But were unsuccessful, able to tell how aroused he was by the look in his eyes.

You then confided in him about your true powers and afterward made sure that the other students knew not to touch you, claiming you had a power similar to Rogue’s. Charles always took special interest in you and allowed you to stay at the mansion over the holidays and summers when all the other students went home. You grew to like and desire him, but were too scared to say anything because he was your mentor, but suspected he to had feelings for you. Eventually, you had graduated and became a full-fledged member of the X-Men.

While there, another man also took interest in you, Logan. He was a good-looking man with large muscles and claws made of adamantium. You could feel a lapse in his memories and tried to work with him to get them back. All attempts made were unsuccessful.

Today, you had pretty good control over your powers and it was a few days until your twenty-first birthday. Everyone was on vacation for the start of the holidays leaving you, Charles, and Logan alone in the mansion. You woke happy to get some peace and quiet for once instead of having to deal with students and teaching. You spent the whole day reading for your leisure in the library, but not long before dinner time, you went back to your room to change as Charles requested that you join him for dinner. You put on an alarmingly short dress for your taste that hugged all the right curves.

When you arrived in the dining room Charles sat at the table with your favorite meal in front of the two set seats. You wondered why logan wasn’t joining the two of you.

“Logan is out for the night,” Charles said, looking up through his scraggly brown hair. He paused a moment as you tried to hide a frown, “Good evening, Y/N”

“Hi, Charles,” you smiled at him and sat next to him. You made small talk as you ate dinner.

“Oh, Y/N, I have something for you on the kitchen counter. Would you be a doll and go get it.”

“Really?” your eyes glowed with excitement as you stood and walked to the kitchen. On the island counter sat a small cake iced with the words Happy Birthday Y/N and next to it was a small black velvet box with a white ribbon tied neatly around it. Below your breath, you gasped, “What?”

“Open it,” Charles whispered in your mind.

You smiled and shook your head, “Charles, get out of my head.”

You walked back out into the dining room with the box in your hand.

He had a big stupid grin on his face that you just wanted to kiss away, “Just open it.”

You carefully untied the bow and pulled the top back a bit roughly because the hinges on it stuck. You gasped when you saw what was on the inside of the box. With a huge smile, you took the small necklace into your fingers and examined it. It was in the shape of an infinity sign but with hearts on each end. Beautiful red crystals lined the pendant.

“Oh my god, Charles, it is so beautiful!” you looked up at him, “Thank you so much!” you walked over to him, “would you put it on me?”

He smiled, “of course.”

You handed him the necklace and pulled your hair out of the way. He put the necklace over your head and as he clasped it in the back, his fingers ran across the top of your back. He jerked his hands away and cleared his throat, “I’m so sorry, y/n”

You forgot how much you longed for human contact until now. You turned around and shaking your head, you looked him in the eye, “No, it...it felt good.” You could tell it felt good to him too, his face was beet red and he was taking deep breaths, trying to cover up how aroused he was from your powers. “I forgot how nice the human touch could be.”

You could see that he felt embarrassed for touching you, he had the same face as he did in his office that day he first touched you.

“You know, I am an adult. I’m not that young girl whose hand you touched in your office years ago. I’m different. I have more control.”

He smiled, “I know. You have, uh,” he cleared his throat, “definitely changed. In more ways than one.”

Your desire for him grew with every passing second. You could tell his was too.

“Do it again.”

“What?” Charles asked.

“Do it again. Touch me. I want you to touch me. It feels nice.”

“Y/N, I... I don’t want to take advantage of you like that...I-”

“Charles!” You interrupted. He stopped rambling and looked at you. “I like you a lot. I’m old enough to make my own choices. I know you like me too.”

“But, Y/N…”

“Charles, shut up,” you leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

He put his hand on the back of your head and kissed you back harder. You straddled him in his chair.

Charles broke the kiss, “Logan’s going to be here any minute.”

“I don’t care,” you kissed him hungrily.

“He’s going to walk in on us,” Charles said between kisses.

“Good, let him. Maybe he’ll join us.”

Charles laughed into your lips and pulled your body closer to his, “God, you are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” you rubbed against him, humping his lap. He stood up, pushed his plate across the table, and set you on the dining room table and stood between your legs. You could feel him hard against you as he kissed you back harder, pushing his body against your own and let his hands wander.

“You have no clue how long I’ve waited for this. How much I’ve dreamed of this” Charles said as you trailed kisses down his neck. He let out a soft grunt.

“I do know. Who do you think put those dreams there to begin with” you slid his tweed jacket off him and tossed it onto the floor.

He let out a breathy laugh, “You sly little minx” and smiled into your kiss.

He traveled his hands up the skirt of your dress as you loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. You could feel the heat between you and Charles. His tongue danced with yours. His hand slid on the inside of your upper thigh. You let out a soft moan of ecstasy. He grabbed at the hem of your dress and slid it over your head and threw it behind him. In your bra and panties, you slid his shirt off his lean and slightly muscular body as he marveled at the sight of you.

Charles made out with you some more before you moved your hands from his chest to his belt. You fiddled with the belt blindly as you were too enthralled in Charles to look down. As he slid his hand over the small of you back to the hem of your panties, you slid the belt off him, tossed it aside, and went back to his zipper and button.

Charles’ hand was at the clasp of your bra when you heard a deep and growling throat being cleared from the doorway.

“Come on, we eat on that table!” you pulled away from Charles’ lips, a small trail of saliva still hooking your lips together, and leaned your head on his shoulder. You saw Logan leaning on the door frame, trying to overt his eyes. But you saw what was truly in his eyes. Lust.

Charles looked up and saw Logan as well. You felt his hands travel down to button his pants back up, but you stopped him with one hand and announced, “We will take it to the bedroom. Under one condition”

“What’s that?” Logan asked, mostly to humor you.

“Join us,” You hopped off the table and stood in front of him. His throat bobbed as he tried to show restraint. You reach out to touch him, forgetting about your powers for a moment but caught yourself before you make contact. You drop your hand, “Please”

“He wants to, I can hear his thoughts. He wants it bad. Nearly as bad as you want him.” Charles interrupted, trying to make you feel better about almost touching Logan without consent.

“Stay outta my head, Charles,” Logan did not break eye contact with you.

“Is it true?” You whisper.

Logan growled again, but this time it was a different type of growl. It was a growl filled with want and desire. He reached out his hand and grabbed yours, he took your open hand and placed it on his hardening bulge, “Princess, I’ve wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your lustful smile grew and you kissed him with a hard, deep, passionate kiss, “Then join us in the bedroom”

He swept you off your feet and turned to Charles, “Comin’ handsome?”  

Charles’ eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. And he followed Logan who led them to Charles’ bedroom. Once the door was shut behind the three of you, Logan lightly tossed you onto the bed and gave you one last kiss before taking his shirt off his body in one swoop.

Logan turned to Charles, “What’re ya waiting for? An invitation? The lady wants us naked. I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell you that.”

Charles stood there for a second too long for Logan’s liking so he stalked over to a stammering Charles, kissed him, and started to undo his zipper to his pants. Logan pushed down Charles’ pants and Charles stepped out of them, leaving him in his underwear. Charles closed his eyes and kissed Logan back as Logan backed them both up to where you sat on Charles’ bed. They pulled apart and looked at you. Heat rushed to your face and to your core.

“See something you like?” Charles spoke up while maintaining eye contact with you.

“I see two things,” You sat up in the bed and drew the both of them close to you. First you kissed Charles, then you kissed Logan. Your hands moved down to Logan’s jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Charles took his pants and yanked them down revealing a large growing bulge in Logan’s underwear.

“Charles, I think Logan sees something he likes as well.” You smirked up at the men.

“I see two things,” Logan said. And pulled you so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of you and hooked a finger around your panties. While maintaining eye contact with you, he said, “I can smell how wet you are,”

Charles leaned down to kiss you while Logan slid off your panties and tossed them aside. Logan removed your bra with one hand. You took Charles’ boxers and pulled them down and then took his cock into your hand. You started to jerk him off. With your other hand you reached down to Logan’s head which found its way between your legs. His hands were on your thighs and he began licking your clit in a circular motion.

“Oh fuck, Logan,” you swore, lowering your head to Charles’ cock. You took Carles into your mouth and ran your tongue over the head. This elicited a groan from Charles. You moaned against his cock in approval.

Logan continued to suck at your clit as Charles took one of his hands and placed it behind your head to stoke your hair. You saw Logan reach down, remove his boxers, and pump his cock twice before returning one hand to your thigh and the other to your slit. He slowly worked one finger into your dripping cunt. You mewled with Charles’ cock still in your mouth.  You pulled at Logan’s hair as he added another finger. You felt a building tightness in your core.

You took Charles out of your mouth and moaned for both men to hear, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Come for him darling,” Charles moaned as you continued to stroke his cock, “Come for him like the good girl I know you are”

With that you let out a loud moan that reverberated throughout the room. Logan added one last finger to your pussy and you came undone, clenching his head between your thighs.

“Oh, fuck, Logan!” You shouted. Logan removed his head from your thighs and looked up at Charles.

“Come down here and taste her on my lips,” he commanded. Charles followed the orders given to him and pulled his cock from your hands to kneel next to Logan. He took Logan’s member into his hands and kissed him on the lips. Logan’s hand rested on your knee while the other held the back of Charles’ head. Still recovering from your first orgasm, you watched for a moment as Charles and Logan made out.

Charles pulled away from Logan and turned to you, “You want a taste?” he asked.

You slowly nodded your head and leaned forward to meet his lips. You tasted your sweet juices on his lips and groaned, “I need you inside me, now.”

Charles looked to Logan.

“Give the princess what she wants, bub.” Logan broke their connection and stood up. Charles followed suit and stared while Logan commanded you go on your knees.

“All yours, Charles,” Logan whispered, “Get on the bed.”

Charles followed the instructions and knelt on the bed behind you. He guided his cock into your still wet cunt and drove all the way into you, causing you gasp. Charles bent over and kissed your back.

Logan moved from his place in front of you to behind Charles, “God, you two are so beautiful.”

While Charles moved in an out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, Logan worked on getting Charles’ ass ready for him. Both men were well endowed and Logan especially had girth to his cock. When Logan’s first finger made its way into Charles’ ass, Charles jumped a bit, not expecting it. But gasped in pleasure when he added a second finger.

“Y/N, You’re so fucking good. You are taking me so well, love.” Charles whimpered.

You moaned as he nipped the back of your neck. He picked up the pace and began slamming into you all the way down to his balls.  You felt the bed sink down behind the two of you and logan was undoubtedly lining himself up at Charles’ entrance. When you didn’t think that Charles could go any deeper, you let out a ragged breath when Logan pushed into Charles which made Charles push further into you.

The three of you moved in unison. You could hear Logan and Charles moan and groan and kiss. You felt yourself approaching climax. The knot in your stomach grew and grew.

“Fuck, Charles, I’m gonna cum,” You sputtered.

“Come for us, princess” Logan ground out.

You felt your walls clenching onto Charles’ cock and you moaned out, “Oh fuck, you feel so good!”

With the next few thrusts into you, you felt the knot burst and you came undone. With a grunt, Charles’ thrusts were becoming erratic and uneven.

“I’m close,” he panted and was next to come. He stayed, pushing his cum further into your pussy and moaning with pleasure. The bed creaked with Logan’s thrusting.

“I’m almost there,” Logan cried out. And with a few more thrusts he came into Charles’ ass with a howl.

Logan pulled out of Charles who then pulled out of you. The two men then situated themselves on the bed so that you were between them. You could feel sleep calling your name.

***

You woke up in the morning lodged between a hairy Logan and a snoring Charles. Neither of your companions were wearing shirts while their lower half remained covered by the sheet. You were wearing nothing but the sheet. You dared not wake them, so you stayed put, staring up at the ceiling with the sun shining in on your face.  

[kaylopolis]

Alastor's Shadow (18+) Chapter Two

Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months sooner than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. Afterall, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plans brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down, but also challenge your grab for power… 

Tags: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut 

Link to Masterlist: Masterlist

Chapter Two - Breakfast

Content Warning: None (Let me know if I missed any!)

“Coffee anyone?” You call out to the foyer as your feet hit the carpet. 

It was early and you had a lot to do today, but there was always time for coffee. Besides, you spent half the night tossing and turning before finally winding down into a few hours of sleep. You were exhausted - not just from the night’s meeting, but the silence of the Hotel was deafening. You usually slept to music, but the record player in your old room didn’t belong to you and so you couldn’t take it when you left. 

Angel sat before the old television, Husk standing at his side, his arms crossed before him. Angel lay sprawling across the sofa, dark circles under his eyes. With the type of jobs these two had, you were surprised to see them up so early. 

“… isn’t that right Tom?” You recognized Katie Killjoy’s voice echo from the television. 

666 News this early in the morning? You joined the cat and spider in the alcove. 

“That’s right Katie! Another pile of ashes was discovered in the alley of the Pride Ring this morning as the Shadow has claimed yet another victim! The remains have been identified as Chazwick Thurman, a known member of the Crimson Mafia...” 

“Too bad they weren’t your ashes, aye Tom…” 

You drowned out the voices of the broadcasters as images of an alleyway in the Entertainment district flash across the screen. The only thing left behind was a bone-shaped belt buckle and a pile of grey. 

“Crimson was invited to comment.” 

You stiffen.

The screen cut to a cameraman chasing Crimson into a car. “Get that fucking camera out of my fucking face!” He slams the car door and the screen cuts back to the reporters. 

Goddamn that almost gave you a heart attack…

“How do yous think they identify ‘em?” Angel motioned to the screen, now turned back to Chaz’s ash’s blowing away in the breeze. “All I see is a bunch o’ dirt.” 

“Something Gluttony whipped up I heard,” Husk grumbles. He looks just as exhausted as Angel. 

“What would Beelzebub want to do with a bunch o’ murders?” Angel argued. 

“Don’t look at me, those are just the rumors!” 

“I heard it was a new Voxtek technology,” you chime in. “They have some sort of electronic scanner that can detect soul signatures.” 

You were right, of course, but they didn’t know that. 

“But he was a Hellborn Native? Do they even have souls? And what was he doing in the Pride Ring anyway?” Angel argued. 

You shrugged, “Like Husk said… Only rumors.” 

“Seems a little shady if you ask me.” Husk rubs the scruff forming on his chin. “That’s the first Hell Native to have been slain by the Shadow. So far he’s only gone after Sinners. Why change now?” 

You weren’t interested in playing conspiracy theorist today. Too much to do. Instead you decided to shift the conversation, “Coffee?” 

Angel and Husk look to you. 

“It’s the only reason we got up,” Angel answered. “Heard ya’ had a busy morning and didn’t wanna miss ya’.” 

The sentiment made your face turn pink. Day two and already you felt some sort of connection forming with the two of them. 

You followed them into the kitchen, but froze on the threshold as the sound of soft jazz hit your ears and a jolt of static ran down your spine. There, standing in a frilly apron tied at the waist, serving spoon in hand, was the red demon Alastor. He didn’t look up as he scooped the remaining eggs into the white dish set on the table. 

“Good morning fellow Sinners!” The demon sung. Husk and Angel grumbled in response. Not morning people. So, the maniacal demon has a domestic side? What a weird change of pace after literally beating the shit out of someone yesterday and then turning around and pissing off an Overlord. 

“Morning, Mr. Alastor,” you mumbled, trying to match his cheerfulness but frankly, you hadn’t had coffee yet and didn’t enjoy talking to anyone before your first steaming cup. 

Finally his eyes landed on you, the soft jazz music coming to a small and almost imperceptible skip you would have missed had you not been listening for it. This man gives away so much in his audio alone. 

Half-lidded, his eyes dragged over you, from the Mary Jane heels - short as can be, you couldn’t handle anything over an inch - to the red puffy dress that hugged your sides and expanded into layers of black landing just above your knees. The dress was long sleeved, with black lace running across your back, hiding your tattoo perfectly. It came with a matching metal red clip for your hair. 

Normally you hated wearing dresses, hated looking girly, but etiquette called for it this morning. You’d be far more comfortable in a pair of trousers and button up collared shirt. 

You waited as the invisible radio clicked through a few stations before returning to a soft jazz. “Well, well, look what the spider and cat dragged in. And where is our fine hotel guest off to today?” He returned the pan to the stove before untying the apron at his waist. 

Okay, he was acting cordial. So maybe that meant whatever happened yesterday on the cobblestone streets wasn’t him? Or maybe he hadn’t realized it was you who did it? Either way, there was a question mark next to whatever power slapped the shit out of you yesterday - “proceed with caution,” the sticky note next to it read. 

“I have a breakfast date…” You start but Angel’s whistling interrupts you. 

“Ow! Oooow!” He called, “And who is the lucky Sinner bestowed with the honor of taking your fine ass out today?” 

Your cheeks couldn’t get any redder. “My old land lady?” You curled into yourself, feeling eyes on your skin, resisting the urge to rub the back of your neck. 

“Oh, you like ‘em mature, don’t ya’?” Angel purred. It made you laugh, breaking some of the tension. 

“Now, now Angel Dust, one musn’t speak such profanities to a young lady before she’s had her breakfast.” Alastor settled into his chair. Snapping his fingers for a newspaper, he disappeared behind the black and white text. The air around you grew a little colder with his closeness, like the heat was being absorbed by the red demon himself.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Angel shrugged, spooning piles of egg onto his plate. “Hair clip knows I’m good for it.” 

“Same thing as yesterday, Husk?” You ask sheepishly, making your way to the Breville in the corner. The coldness wrapped around your legs, as if it was following you across the kitchen.

“That would be great, kiddo,” he rubbed his temples, his chin resting on the table top. Hangover? 

You felt the bubbles in your chest die down as you got to work, filling the portafilter with beans and finding a white espresso cup in the cupboard. 

“Angel?” You called over your shoulder. You feigned a small kick at the air around your ankles, wishing for whatever invisible coldness to leave you alone. It didn’t. 

“A vanilla soy latte if ya’ could be so kind, sweet cheeks,” he asked, mouthful of food. You heard the door swing open as Charlie, Vaggie, and Nifty’s voices filled the air. 

I thought the tiny maid normally cooked the meals? 

Rummaging through the cupboards you couldn’t find any syrups for his request - only a chai tea blend. You apologized but made a mental note to pick up some supplies today. 

Passing him his soy latte - complete with a spider on top - you got to work on everyone else’s orders before finally turning to Alastor. 

Your palms instantly started to sweat. What was it about this demon that made you so nervous? 

“Can I get you anything Mr. Alastor?” Was your voice shaky? Did you seem nervous?

The top part of the newspaper folded down to reveal his face. His smile was strained despite the sweet jazz playing over his radio. His radio? Was that correct? 

“Alastor’, darling, and a hot cup of joe would be wonderful,” his eyes lingered on you a little too long before you finally nodded. 

Swallowing, you turned back to the Breville and began grinding the beans. You debated making a second cup for yourself, you did still have thirty minutes before you needed to go, but didn’t necessarily wanna smudge your red lipstick before you left. It’ll give you something for your hands to do, to calm the nerves that is, and to warm your bones - the coldness eliciting goosebumps across your legs. 

Making two cups of coffee, one in Alastor’s “Oh, Deer!” mug - which made you chuckle - you paused, an idea forming in your mind. You didn’t have many ingredients to work with, but you did have one thing. Opening the chai you took a sniff - fresh. You had a feeling, and it was a risk, but you decided to jump off that cliff anyway. Using a strainer you let a few leaves steep in his cup, before swirling it around and straining it out. 

Dropping the mug before him, you finally noticed the extra chair that had been added to the table - right next to him. When did that get there? Nifty sat to your right with Angel right across from you. You tried to catch Angel’s attention, to thank him for adding the extra seat, but he didn’t notice you as he was too busy licking the foam from his lips while sending Husk a sexual retort. Meanwhile, Nifty was stabbing away at her plate, too busy to notice your sudden hesitation.

Was it because of Alastor? 

Your mind flits back to the radio broadcast last night and Alastor’s grand display?-battle?-sing a-long?-with the media demon Vox. Seems he had a chance to go big at one point but never really made it. You wondered what happened? 

“I don’t bite, darling,” Alastor snapped and his newspaper disappeared. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his knees before taking a sip of his mug. His eyes lit up, his smile curling at the edge. You held your breath as you waited for his reaction. 

“Please, take a seat,” the chair before you slid back without a touch, a puddle of shadow beneath it shifting ever so slightly. 

He took another sip, his shoulders dropping an inch. You took that as a sign that he enjoyed your coffee concoction and wasn’t going to rip your head off for changing his request. 

Rejoining the table, you swore the air around your legs warmed slightly. 

“Hey, Hair clip, I gotta know something,” Angel chimed across the table, his belly finally full. “What’s a sweet lil’ thing like you gotta do to get yourself down ‘ere?” 

“Angel!” Charlie protested. 

“Wha’? Come on we was all thinkin’ it.” He crossed his many arms. 

“You don’t have to answer that,” Charlie’s eyes twinkled. 

“Uhm, no it’s okay,” your hands clench and unclench around the mug, letting the heat soothe your fingers, resisting the urge to rub your neck. “I had the unfortunate circumstances of finding myself at the center of a web of…” you searched for the right word, “disappearances.” Your lips curled into a smile you couldn’t help but form. You tried to hide it by siping your cup. 

Lying was all too easy these days. 

“Oh, shit.” Angel jumped in his seat. 

“Wait, are you telling us you killed people?” Husk breathes. 

“Stab, stab, stab,” Nifty drove her knife into her toast over and over. Vaggie reached over and carefully pulled the needle from her fingers. 

How much do you reveal about this backstory now? If you reveal too much it’ll appear as if you have nothing to hide, but chatty Sinners were suspicious Sinners. Give them just a nugget to chew on for now. 

“Technically, the cases were never solved. While I was alive anyway…” You mumbled into your cup, conscious of your lipstick on the rim. 

Not denial but not confirmation, either. 

“So, you didn’t kill people?” Husk clarifies. 

“I didn’t say that…” You mumble into the steam.

The beans aren’t bad, but the undercut of chocolate wasn’t your favorite. Add that to the shopping list for today. 

So much to do before tomorrow… 

“So, then you did?” Angel asks. 

You didn’t answer. This conversation was going in circles. 

“Might we have heard of you and your endeavors topside, Ms. Thestral?” Alastor’s forearms were suddenly on the table, his presence leaning into you. 

You felt something slip past your ankles, like a small breeze. You crossed your legs instinctively. 

There’s power in a name down here in Hell. Knowing who people were before gives others leverage, gives them blackmail to use against another. They could threaten your family still alive up top. They could use it to find others who have died but knew you from before for information. The possibilities are endless. 

Alastor knows this. It’s an unspoken rule. It’s why Angel goes by Angel or Husk goes by Husk. He knows you’d never give any exact details leading to who you were and what you did, so he’s decided to toy with you. Much like Sir Pentious from yesterday. 

Let him eat his own medicine then.

“Might we have heard of you and yours, Mr. Alastor?” You leaned into him, your gaze never wavering from his face. A fleeting flash of amusement so swift had you blinked you would have missed it. 

The air was sucked out of the room in one collective gasp as the Hotel Natives waited for his response. 

Geez, were they all afraid of this guy or…? You’d hate to see what they’d do in the presence of an Overlord. 

He tipped his head back and laughed. “I believe you and I are going to get along quite well, darling.” With a snap of his fingers the newspaper reappears, his face disappearing before you got a chance to study it.

The tension in the room drops as everyone lets out their breath. 

You were really going to have to figure out what you were going to do with this Alastor fellow. Perhaps your little outing today would shed light on the subject. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

Vaggie is up and out of her seat before you have a chance to register what’s going on. More bangs - coming from the front door. Someone was knocking? Next thing you know, everyone is up and out of their seats and in the foyer - except for Alastor, who decides to take his time. 

Throwing open the door, Vaggie comes face to face with Sir Pentious. “Hello, my dear… Ah!” 

Vaggie plants a facer right into his nose before pulling her spear from the Void. The snake demon collapses at her feet, begging for mercy. 

“Oh, hello again!” Charlie has inserted herself into the situation. This ought to be interesting. You had to admit, you’ve taken some pretty boring jobs before, but the people here were so fun to watch, it made the slow progress worth it. 

Sir Pentious mentions something about redemption, which is exactly the thing to say to the Princess Morningstar. The next thing you know she’s practically dragging him inside.

Angel jumps in to point out the obvious but Vaggie eventually crumbles under Charlie’s begging. 

The gears in your mind turn as they talk, the Princess showing him the foyer, noting how convenient this turn of events just so happened to be. 

Sir Pentious did not just come here on accident - especially after yesterday. Maybe another plan of attack on Alastor? He did catch the red demon off guard, perhaps he was trying again with the same “element of surprise” tactic. 

Regardless, Charlie was dotting on the poor demon like he was a small child in need of shepherding. Was she clueless to the situation or just a bleeding heart hopeful?   

Either way, the mosquito has returned. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch Angel’s mood change. From general intrigue to irritation and… was that guilt you were smelling as Charlie showed the snake about? No - self-loathing. They always smelled so similar, it was easy to get the two confused. 

Great now Nifty is fawning over the serpent. The tiny demon is a fucked up enigma that you had no intention of figuring out.

“This is Thestral. Our most recent guest!” Charlie escorts him before you. You shake the snake demon’s hand - gross, he’s slimy. 

Static fills your ears, making your hair stand on end as you shake the demon’s hand.

“And over here is… Oh! Uh, Alastor!” Charlie squeaks. “Our gracious facility manager! You’ve met our newest guest, Sir Pentious… Hehe…” 

You feel Alastor’s eyes on the back of your head before he turns to the snake demon. The serpent cowered before the well-dressed Joe, the room filling with the scent of oranges and mint: fear. 

“Ah, yes! You’re the one who ruined my coat!” The demon’s eyes begin to glow, their eerie red light impregnating the room with their aura. “I definitely remember you now.” 

Was that irritation you sensed? You watched his shoulders as the snake demon attempted to apologize, noting their stiffness despite his relaxed demeanor in the kitchen. 

This guy had a lot of pent up aggression. He carried himself like a clogged overflowing sink someone left the plug in too long. The interaction yesterday with the Vees did nothing to quell his attitude despite the flux he sent the media demon into. The entire grid shut down after you joined Husk at the bar - cellphones, televisions, electricity. It was a blackout for a few hours before his system finally reset. Guess Vox has more of a hold on Pentagram City than you knew. 

Sir Pentious hands Alastor the small piece of fabric he ripped from him yesterday. 

“Ah-Ho!” The Radio Demon sings. “Not many people have been able to take even this much off me, it must have meant quite a lot to you.” 

You snort into your hand, catching a side glance from the Radio Demon. 

The fabric spontaneously combusts into green flame. 

What!? He has access to Hellfire? You try to not let the shock show on your face but he catches it regardless. 

The clock chimes 8 on the wall.

Shit, you were going to be late! 

Shoving your hands into the pockets sewn into the dress, you double check that you did indeed grab your wallet before heading for the door. “I’m sorry Charlie, but I have to go now!” 

“Oh, yes! Don’t forget, one o’clock!” She waves after you. 

The cold sensation slips from your ankles, making you shutter as you head for the front, but before you have a chance to pull the door open, Husk steps into your path. “Hey, kid,” he whispers, looking over your shoulder at something. “Stop by the bar later, wouldya?” 

His tone was far more serious than one would expect for a casual hangout invitation. 

“Sure, Husk,” you nod, worried that something was wrong. 

“Stay safe out there,” he pats your shoulder before heading back to the bar, his eyes downcast as he passes the red demon and Princess now entranced in their own conversation. 

You swear you see Alastor’s shadow move, like it was waving goodbye…

Anyway… That was… weird, but good! Making progress with Husk and an opportunity to hear some gossip from the grumpy bartender. 

You headed out into the cobblestone streets with a new pep in your step and a smile on your face. 

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“Thanks, Susan,” you smiled at the potted daisy in your hand. It was half dead but so was she. 

“Of course, sweetheart,” she pinched your cheeks as she screamed. She was deaf, everything she said was in a scream. 

“I’ll see you next week!” You smiled, slowly inching away. “With the lemon finger sandwiches this time!” 

She laughs as you parted ways, flipping her boa over her shoulder as she shuffled. 

You loved the lady, she gave you a room when you had nowhere else to go. After you moved out you thought it would be the end of breakfasts with the old crazy lady, but she begged for tea and snacks once a week in the park. She was lonely - even though she was to blame for her loneliness. She did eat her third husband and all… So, you bought her breakfast and tea once a week. It was the least you could do after everything she has done for you. 

You rounded the Plaza and headed for the doors of Rosie’s Emporium but your stride came to a crashing halt as static filled your ears. 

“Don’t be a stranger, Alastor!” Rosie’s voice carried to the front of the store. 

Fuck! 

Flattening against the other half of the double doors, and hiding your face against the wall, you prayed he would walk right past you and not notice your anxiety-riddled form in the doorway. But, alas, you were never that lucky.

“I wouldn’t dream of it… Oh!” The Radio Demon stopped half stride out the door, his eyes immediately finding yours. The edges of his lips curled far past what you thought possible for his face. His radio faltered just a moment before he addressed you. “Why, hello there.” 

Red bloomed across your cheeks as you came face to face with him. He tipped an eyebrow up, unleashing a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

You searched for something to say but words seemed just out of reach. 

What was wrong with you! Why did this demon have so much sway over your emotions! Get yourself together. Why…

Rosie cleared her throat, causing you to jump. She was quiet when she was being sneaky. “And what do we have here?” Her charming New York accent was doing nothing to qualm the nerves in your belly. 

“Thestral, this is Rosie. The most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the Pentagram!” Trumpets echoed through his radio. 

You tried hard not to roll your eyes.

“Oh! Always a charmer,” Rosie smiled wide, her razor sharp teeth on display.

“And Rosie,” his arm wraps around your lower back, pushing you closer to the man-eating Overlord. That cold sensation wraps around your legs again, making you shiver. “It’s my pleasure to introduce you to…”

“Actually,” you interrupt, trying to keep the bite from your voice. Stepping out of Alastor’s grip, the cold follows you. What made him think he could just touch you like that!? “We’ve met.” 

A flash of irritation crosses Alastor’s eyes before being replaced with his mask.

“Oh! What a regal surprise!” Rosie drags you inside, taking the dead potted plant from you. “You’re early!” She goes for a tray of fingers. “Can I offer you something to eat?” 

“I just ate actually,” an uncomfortable laugh escapes your lips. 

You didn’t detest cannibalism - I mean, who doesn’t enjoy a good shoulder steak? - it was the way Alastor was looking at you that was setting those butterflies in a flurry. It was a look of… suspicion? You sniffed, but smelled nothing. Hmm, interesting.

“You two know each other?” Alastor twirled his cane, clutching it behind his back. His smile was strained. 

Shit.

“Oh, Thestral and I go way back!” She spun, placing the finger food aside before clamping both her hands atop your shoulders. You were trapped. “Practically fell on top of me when she died!” 

Alastor’s eyes light up with the addition of the new information. “Did she now?” 

You stop him from asking anymore questions with an awkward laugh. “Rosie, don’t you have to take my measurements?” 

“Oh, my stars! You’re here for a dress!” Her eyes sparkle. Cupping your cheeks, she pulls your face to hers. “Finally! This one was getting a little old,” she thumbs a hole in your sleeve you were desperately trying to hide. You frown. 

You didn’t have money to burn often, but when you did you let Rosie dress you up as she pleased. She never wanted money from you, in fact she hated that you offered, but it didn’t feel right to just take her creations without giving her something in return. 

“Oh, don’t fret, doll! You’re still a tomato! Don’t you think so, Alastor?” She pinched your cheeks, turning your face to the red demon in his newly fashioned pin-striped suit.

You met his eyes, he was clearly loving the embarrassment Rosie was showering you with. 

“As cute as a bug’s ear,” he smiled, his eyebrows relaxing in amusement. 

God, did this man do anything other than fucking smile? 

Your face reddened under his direct gaze, its burn bleeding into the cold of Rosie’s fingers. You didn’t like being dotted on and you sure as Hell didn’t like being showed off like this. 

Wait… what did he say? Did he call you cute? The Radio Demon called you cute. 

“Oh!” Rosie finally releases you. You rub your cheeks to lessen the sting from her pinches. “Ya-know, Alastor. I got a premo-connect on a guy with about eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickin’s for a deal to be made, my friend!” 

A deal? Rosie didn’t just throw people a bone out of pity. She didn’t freely offer up anything to anyone unless she respected them. Rosie - the Rosie - respected… him? The Radio Demon was turning out to be a bigger fish than expected. Still, he remained a mystery. God it was irritating. 

“I appreciate the offer, but I must be off. So much to do at the Hotel!” He sung, his radio clicking on a smooth jazz. He picked at invisible lint on his shoulder before his half-lidded eyes met yours. “I‘ll see you this afternoon, darling.” His voice purred, sending butterflies in a flurry within you. With a small bow he slipped out the front door and into Cannibal Plaza taking your breath with him.

You spun as the door shut, swearing you saw a… shadow follow him? 

Fuck, you needed to figure this guy out fast, but that was why you were here wasn’t it? Rosie knew all the best gossip in Pentagram City, she was the ideal source to go to for information on Alastor without raising suspicion at the Hotel. Couldn’t let any of the Natives think you too interested in the Radio Demon. 

“You’re late.”

You spun to face Rosie, a hand on her hip, one eyebrow sky high in suspicion. 

Shaking off the conflicting emotions stirring within you, you met her energy, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “It appears you were entertained in my absence.” 

“Don’t start with the attitude, young lady.” She waved a finger at you as she led you into the parlor. 

A set of tea was waiting, half drunk and already cold - tea which was supposed to be for you had you been on time. 

“Susan was extra talkative this morning,” you huffed, taking the chair across from her usual spot. “Seems she missed me.”

The Overlord began tidying up the tray, but as you watched her collect the cups, you couldn’t help but wonder something. “Was that planned?” You huffed.

She gave you a look as if you had asked a stupid question. 

“Why?” You grommeled, shrinking into the chair.

“Posture!” She waved her finger at you. You rolled your eyes but obeyed. “It appears Alastor is back from his sabbatical - which I was only made aware of yesterday when he came in here with a torn suit. I asked you here to create a pho-run-in with the Overlord so that you might be aware of his presence, considering the events of tomorrow.” She placed the tray on the side counter. 

“Wait…” Your ears perked up. Did you hear her correctly? You swallowed hard. 

“I didn’t get a chance to learn of his endeavors with the Hotel until this morning. He made quite a stir yesterday, and when Alastor is in a bad mood you tend to keep conversation short.” She snapped her fingers and a new tray appeared - tea steaming and ready to be served. 

Every nerve in your body was screaming at you. “Rosie, did you…” 

“Now, come to find my surprise when I learned that he had not just already met you, but already had suspicions of your power. He asked questions, Thestral, questions about you, and I…”

“Oh my God, Rosie!” You jumped to your feet, arms clenched at your sides. 

“What has gotten into you?” She stopped mid pour, a hand feigning surprise on her chest. 

“Did you just say that Alastor is an Overlord?” Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour now. 

Taking a breath, the woman who had become like a mother to you finished pouring your cup before she set the tea kettle back onto the tray. She took her cup and plate in hand before finally answering your question. “Yes.” 

You stopped breathing completely. “Fuck,” you mumbled before slowly melting back into the chair. 

Oh my God, how could you be so stupid! Of course the Radio Demon was more powerful than you could ever have imagined. Of course the Radio Demon was an Overlord. Of course an OVERLORD had to be the Hotel manager. Of course an OVERLORD had to sleep across the hall from you! All the planning you put together, all the research, all the preparation and now you had to deal with this! 

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Rosie sipped her tea - jasmine, your favorite. 

Alastor had beef with the Vees. He pissed off Vox to the point that it overloaded his circuits and shut the entire grid down. No wonder you didn’t see him in the commercial. What Overlord would want one of his biggest enemies being able to capture him using his greatest asset of surveillance - a camera. 

Sir Pentious came to challenge Alastor your very first day at the Hotel because he had heard that Alastor was back! Which meant the Hotel was now a target! Which made you a target! Alastor’s mere presence was attracting attention - attention you didn’t want and would inevitably get in the way of your plans! 

You had always been a behind the scenes type of person. Operating behind a mask was your specialty. Merely shedding the cloak was filling you to the brim with anxiety and now you had to deal with this! 

No! No! No! No! 

“Thestral you’re burning my couch,” Rosie scolded. 

Looking down, blue flames licked the seat’s plush arm rest. Silently cursing, you pulled the power back in and suffocated it, leaving behind a bit of blackened fabric.

“This is going to be a problem,” you spat through gritted teeth.

Now you knew why everyone was so afraid of him. 

“Why are you so surprised? I thought you knew by the way you were acting when you ran into him in my parlour. Actually, now that I think about it, you looked more smitten than… Huh!” Rosie gasped, her teeth growing into a smile. “Are you sweet on him?” 

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” 

That was completely illogical! You, sweet on an Overlord!? Preposterous! 

“My dear, you’re blushing!” She practically sang. 

Your hands flew to your cheeks so fast you almost slapped yourself. “Just… What… I… Are you going to take my measurements or not?” 

Rosie laughed before pulling out a measuring tape. “Oh, I am going to dress you to the nines, tomato!” She gave you a knowing smile as she shepherded you to the block before a set of mirrors. 

“Rosie, I do not like the Radio Demon. If anything he poses a problem. A really big problem.” You stepped onto the block as she circled you like a vulture. 

“I am pulling out all the stops for you! Two new dresses, maybe a couple pair of those trousers you adore so much, and definitely a few ideas for a night out on the town. Just in case.” She winks at you in the mirror. “And new shoes too! Those little heels are done for.” 

“Rosie… Just..” You sank your face in your hands. 

She stopped immediately. “What’s wrong, darling? Talk to Auntie Rosie.” 

Running your hands through your hair, you took a deep breath, releasing as much anxiety as you could with it. 

Things were a lot easier when you operated in the shadows. 

You faked a small smile before pulling the money clip from your pocket, trying to turn the conversation to something you could handle. “At least let me pay you this time.” 

Rosie’s face turned into one of determination and pride. “You got it back from Crim, didn’t ya’?” 

You pulled your other hand from your pocket to reveal the black calling card. “Indeed I did.” 

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You took your time heading to the Entertainment District, letting Rosie’s words simmer within your brain. 

The Radio Demon was an Overlord and a mysterious one at that. He disappeared seven years ago, only to magically reappear recently under the guise of Charlie’s Hotel Manager. 

Funny how Lilith also disappeared seven years ago. Funny how this Extermination just so happens to be a special one. 

But before Alastor took his paid time off, it seems he was quite the shit around here. That at least explains the radio broadcasts: the incessant screaming of souls Alastor plays at whim. You had to admire that part. The man had class, he had art, he had theatrics. You just killed and walked away, not wanting the media spotlight, but Alastor? He thrived off of it. He was a walking entertainment broadcast dependent upon the attention of others. 

God, and his ego? You didn’t even want to start down that road. No wonder he got so pissy when you didn’t cower before him like thousands of others do. Fuck, the only one not afraid of him is Princess Morningstar - not because she considers herself more powerful than him but because she is naive. Alastor would kill her in a heartbeat if it meant accomplishing his goals.

Speaking of, what were his goals? Surely he didn’t wish to climb the ladder of hotel management. Alastor wasn’t an assistant type of guy. He had to be the boss. So whatever plan he has, playing make believe with the Princess has put him in a superior position despite what it appears. 

Was that it then? Was taking down Charlie his endgame? But why? Charlie doesn’t rule, she doesn’t utilize her power, she doesn’t do anything. She just kind of hangs out with Vaggie and cleans up chemical spills and hugs trees and shit. She wasn’t someone all powerful to target and take down - not like Lilith. 

Wait. Fuck. Lilith.

That’s what this is about. He disappeared seven years ago with Lilith and he’s back now because of Lilith. 

So get to Charlie to get to Lilith, but what does Alastor want with Lilith?  

So entranced in thought you finally realized you were heading in the complete wrong direction and had stumbled into a part of town you had never been. 

A window of television screens suddenly shifts to a bright yellow light. “Voxtech Angelic Security coming soon!” The ad chimes along with the new Voxtech logo sprouting a pair of wings. 

That was going to prove a problem for your late night activities. Not that anyone has ever really been able to capture you on camera before. You're a mass of black smoke when you fly and a dark hooded figure with glowing yellow eyes when you weren’t. Hell, the entirety of Pentagram City thought you were a dude. A little sexist but whatever… 

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath before turning down an alley you were hoping was a short cut. 

“That fucking, fuck!” Vox comes flying out of a side door, trying desperately to tie his bow tie which has now become a knot around his neck. 

You would have hid, you would have turned around and ran the moment you saw him, had he not run right into you. 

Vox’s back slams into your shoulder, knocking you to the ground. The media demon turns on you, his one eye glowing red, a look of pure wrath flashing across his screen. 

“Watch it!” He bites.

You give him an exasperated look before climbing to your feet. Great, now this dress is truly ruined! Your right hip is covered in black dirt, and there’s a tear along the hem. Rosie is going to kill you. 

“You ran into me,” you brush your skirt. You didn’t snap at him, you simply stated the truth. 

The demon is taken aback. How dare you speak to him like that! Did you not know who he is? 

“You want to repeat that again you, little…” He stops mid sentence, his attention drawn to the hand you were extending him. “What are you doing?” 

You gesture to the bow tie, nonchalantly, “I had a lot of brothers growing up. I got good at tying ties and bow ties and you look like you could use some help.” You nod to his left thumb, thoroughly stuck in the knot. 

He raises an eyebrow in confusion, staring at you as if you had just sprouted a second head. When he doesn’t respond, you roll your eyes and begin unraveling the silk around his neck. The demon stiffens beneath your touch, freezing in place. You could feel his eyes boring into the top of your head as you worked. 

It was a simple red bow tie, the slipperiness of the fabric made it difficult to get the ends even, but a few twists and you had it back to normal. You even closed the distance, folding the band around his neck beneath the collar of his shirt. 

He doesn’t have that aura of static like Alastor does nor that sense of coldness which hangs about his shadow. Really you expected more similarities between the two, given that they were practically each other’s counterparts. But here, now, you didn’t get the same feelings being around Vox like you did the Radio Demon. Actually it was lack thereof. 

It was probably just Vox’s lack of power. Really and truthfully you meant it when you said Vox is only ⅓ of an Overlord. Without the other Vees, he isn’t a threat. Alastor? That man was full power in only one suit. 

Wait… why were you so focused on comparing him to Alastor right now? 

“There,” you slapped your hands against your thighs. “Ta-da!” You gave him a show of jazz hands before continuing down the alleyway. A shiver runs down your spine as you could feel his gaze still on your form. God, he’s such a creep.

“Hey! Wait!” The media demon calls after you. 

You roll your eyes before spinning, cursing under your breath. 

The look on Vox’s face made you pause. Was that…? You sniffed. Curiosity? No, that wasn’t quite right. You sniffed again, not able to place the emotion. You’ve never really smelled anything like it before. 

The demon clears his throat, suddenly self conscious. “Can I at least offer you a ride to wherever you’re going… as a thank you?” He crosses his arms in front of him, taking a few slow steps in your direction. 

Fuck that. The last thing you wanted was Vox to know anything about you. Anything at all. 

“No, thanks,” you spin again and…

“Can I at least know your name?” He tries again.

Ugh! 

“Why?” You bite, your hands finding your hips. 

The demon looks confused before his screen flashes back to a neutral face. He smiles and it’s far softer than you expected, “I just want to know the name of my savior.” He chuckles. “I got a little mixed up back there and am grateful for your services in fixing the situation.” 

Okay… You’ve never actually seen Vox be nice before. This was weird. 

Your eyes trail his form from his shoes to the broken antenna atop his head. You’ve never actually seen the media demon in person, but he cleans up well. The suit was nice but the hat was a little corny. No one wears top hats anymore. Also, his head is a flat television screen, how does that thing even stay up there? 

“Uh, no.”

He blinks. “No?”

“Yeah, no.” You repeat. Was he dumb? 

He scoffs, “do you know who I am?” 

You spin, not daring to stop this time, “yup!” You waved to him over your shoulder, not looking back. “Bye!” 

______________________________________

Vox sprints through the door, the wood vibrating off its hinges. 

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” Velvette snaps from her place on the couch. 

“I don’t know…” The media demon slams his hands against his desk, a look of madness on his face as his one eye blinks red. “I didn’t get her name…” He whispers to himself. 

“Who?” Velvette smacks her lips against a lollipop, a loud ‘pop!’ with each suck. 

“The most beautiful creature in Hell…”

Link to Chapter Three!

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*goes out eagerly *

*walking down the halls with her wings draped behind her*

*scrolling through her phone*

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Hello! I’m Key, and this is my commission sheet! All of the necessary information for commissioning me is here, and I’d appreciate it if you could take a look before shooting me a message! Here is my Ao3 For Reference!

GUIDELINES

Please read my Will Not Write section thoroughly. Just because something is on the list doesn’t mean that I dislike or don’t support it, but there are things on that list that I just don’t have enough interest in writing. That said, things on my Will Write list do not inherently mean that I support or like it. 

Currently, the only fandom listed that I will write for is the Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss). This is because it is a hyperfixation for me and I am more capable of writing for them without issue.

I will allow up to three edits of less than 300 words before those incur a fee. If I interpreted your prompt wrong entirely, please let me know. If the confusion was on my part, no fee for a total rewrite will be incurred.

Please message me before filling out the form for a commission. I’d like to discuss particulars about certain topics and things and I’d like to approve the commission beforehand.

If given artistic freedom for a prompt, I will write how I naturally write the characters. I am willing to take direction for how you want characters to be written. I would prefer not to go against canon to the point of completely erasing a character’s identity. This does not count for certain kink scenarios (Bimbofication and other mind-altering things).

This is a proship and kink-friendly account. By proship, I mean that I will not harass others over their fictional tastes and I do not support harassing anyone for any reason. I will write things that will make you uncomfortable. I will write things that are dead dove: do not eat. I will write a whole host of things and if that upsets you, please find someone else to commission.

I predominantly write romance, smut, fluff, and angst, but can try my hand at other genres. 

I do not mind aging characters up for smut, and I will write any manner of ship type from m/f, m/m/, f/f, to polyamory. Please keep in mind that a fee will incur for more than 4 characters in a ship per every 1k words. If your ship includes 6 people then I will require at least 1,500 words minimum to write them. Smut for that many will be over 2,000 words easily.

For prompts, I will accept up to five words, two sentences, or a small paragraph of what you would like for me to write. Prompt sheets are also okay to use! Please try to be as concise as possible.

I will not start your commission until the upfront $15 for the first 500 words is paid. Once that is paid, I will begin and you will only be charged for the rest once the fic is completely finished and edited. I tend to add 100+ words to things in the editing process, as a heads-up. Payment can be made via PayPal, Venmo, and CashApp.

Will Write List

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Most Kinks (PLEASE ask if you’re unsure), Smut, Top/Bottom Dynamics, Omegaverse, AUs, Crossovers, Domestic Fluff, Violence, Age Gap Ships, Any Sexualities, Intersex Characters, Homophobia/Transphobia/Fantasy Racism/Racism (IF THE CONTENT IS RELEVANT TO THE CHARACTER), Your OCs, My OCs, OC-Centric Fics, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Angst, Headcanon-Based Things, Canon Compliant Fic, Canon Divergent Fic, Most Ships, Sickfics, Whump

Will Not Write List

Defecation of ANY KIND, tickling, gas, eye trauma, OCs without proper information for me to work from

Ships Most Likely To Write - Hellaverse

Adam/Lucifer

Adam/Lute

Alastor/Angel Dust

Alastor/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Valentino

Alessio/Crimson

Beelzebub/Ozzie

Chaz/Barbie

Fizzarolli/Ozzie

Mammon/Ozzie

Striker/Andrealphus

Travis/Angel Dust

Valentino/Angel Dust

Velvette/Chaz

Velvette/Valentino

Vox/Valentino

Vox/Valentino/Angel Dust

Vox/Velvette

Vox/Velvette/Valentino

Zestial/Velvette

Ships I Will Not Write - Hellaverse

Alastor/Charlie

Alastor/Lucifer

Blitzø/Stolas

Blitzø/Verosika

Lute/Vaggie

Moxxie/Millie

Verosika/Barbie (MAY make an exception for this)

Fandoms I Will Write Crossovers With

Assassin's Creed

Catherine

Deadman Wonderland

Devil's Carnival

Dragon Age

The Evil Within

Fallout Universe

Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy X/X-2

Inception

Insidious

Invader Zim

IT

Jeepers Creepers

Kick-Ass

Kingdom Hearts

Krampus

Left 4 Dead

Lollipop Chainsaw

Mad Max

Nightmare On Elm Street

The Quarry

Portal

Saw

Silent Hill

South Park

Team Fortress 2

Until Dawn

Feel free to ask about other fandoms, as well!

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Romance-Free Hellaverse Smut Concepts!

FUCK THE FWBS-TO-LOVERS TROPE! AND ESPECIALLY FUCK HOW PREVALENT IT IS! Normalize nonromantic sex!!!

Sex-favorable romance-repulsed Alastor, willing to hook up once or twice or is aroused by one's pain

Aro4aro RadioStatic, Vox has a smush (purely sexual "crush") on Alastor

Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb get a bit drunk and decide to get frisky just for the hell of it

One of Blitzø's and Stolas' possible interactions before either of them caught feelings

StaticMoth, one "works" for the other's forgiveness during an "off" phase of their on-and-off relationship

Stolitz/StaticMoth/CherriSnake/Any ship really, one realizes they're aromantic, the other is supportive of their decision, they have sex afterward to ease the breakup

Blitzø hooks up with one or more of his smushes (Moxxie/Millie/Fizzarolli)

Val convinces Vox to engage with Angel or another pornstar

Velvette joins in with the other two Vees out of boredom/curiosity

Angel successfully seduces someone and reaps his reward / eases the tension he caused

Verosika offers to try and cheer up Stolas

Fizz and Ozzie's (or anyone's) relationship is a consensually open relationship; one decides to try things with someone other than their partner

Description of Blitzø's and Chaz's hookup

Try giving the background characters unique personalities and a sexual, nonromantic relationship!

Also, remember! If asexual men can have sex with a woman, so can a gay man! :D

[cherryrainn]

can u do chaz smut/fluff w afab reader, but gn pronouns ? love ur work btw :3

━━ ✧ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; chaz x reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; THANK YOUUUU

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; domination/submission dynamics, oral sex, masturbation, handjob, penetrative sex, rough sex, orgasm, groping

you and chaz had your usual banter-filled day in hell, filled with sarcastic remarks and playful teasing. but tonight, things were about to take a turn. chaz, with his cocky grin and evergreen hair, swaggered into your shared apartment like he owned the place.

he smirks, those sea green teeth flashing, and he throws his jacket on a chair. "hey there, bae," he says, all cocky.

you roll your eyes but can't help but smirk back. "cut it, chaz. what's the plan for tonight?"

he grins, leaning against the wall like he's the hottest thing in the ring. "well... i was thinking we could spice things up a bit. you know, a little bit of this," he gestures to his crotch, "and a whole lot of that," pointing to the bed.

you chuckle, shaking your head. "you're a real romantic, chaz." you said sarcastically

chaz grins, pulling you closer. "damn right i am. you knew what you signed up for, babe."

you playfully roll your eyes. "yeah, a wild ride with a demon who thinks he's the hottest thing since hellfire."

he smirks, tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "well, can't argue with that, can you?"

as the night progresses, you find yourselves laughing between heated moments. chaz's jokes might be crude, but they're strangely endearing. it's like he's letting you in on some secret part of himself that he rarely shows.

chaz cuddles up to you, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a rare softness. "you know, babe, you're not like the others. there's something about you."

you smirk, running a hand through his messy hair. "yeah? what is it, chaz?"

he hesitates for a moment, then grins. "you make me feel... i don't know, nice, i guess."

you're taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. "well, aren't you a charmer when you want to be?"

he chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head. "yeah, yeah, laugh it up. but, seriously, i love having you around. it's not just about the... you know," he gestures vaguely, "it's about... i don't know, the company, i guess."

you smile, touched by the unexpected sincerity. "well, you're not that bad to have around either, chaz. in your own messed-up way."

he grins, pulling you into a gentle kiss. "high praise, coming from you. but seriously, thanks for putting up with my ass."

you playfully shove him. "it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it."

he laughs, the sound surprisingly warm. "guess i lucked out then, huh?"

you grin, leaning in to press your lips against his. the kiss is sweet, a moment of connection in the midst of hell's chaos. chaz seems taken aback for a moment, his usual confident demeanor momentarily replaced by something softer.

breaking the kiss, he smirks. "well, aren't you full of surprises?"

you chuckle, running a hand through his evergreen hair. "maybe you're not the only one with a few tricks up your sleeve, chaz."

he raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on yours. "is that so? well then, let me show you what else i got."

he pulls you in for another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands wander your body. you let out a soft moan as he gently squeezes your ass, sending a thrill of pleasure through you.

chaz breaks the kiss, his voice husky with desire. "let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

the next thing you know, he's lifting you onto the bed, his lips crashing against yours once more. he wastes no time, his hands roaming your body, leaving no inch untouched. he nips at your bottom lip, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.

he grins, his eyes dark with desire. "like what you feel, huh?"

you bite back a moan, your heart pounding. "yup."

he smirks, kissing a trail down your neck and along your collarbone. he nibbles on the sensitive spot just below your ear, his tongue darting out to tease your skin.

you gasp, your fingers digging into his back. "fuck."

his eyes meet yours, his gaze burning with lust. "oh, i will."

he kisses you again, his hands finding their way to your breasts. he massages them, rolling your nipples between his fingers. he teases the sensitive buds, eliciting a moan from you.

he breaks the kiss, grinning. "that's right, baby. make some noise for me."

you whimper as he lowers his head to suck on one nipple, his other hand pinching the other. the sensation is overwhelming, and you arch your back, desperate for more.

he chuckles, releasing your nipple with a pop. "eager, aren't you?

"chaz," you breathe, your voice pleading.

he kisses a trail down your stomach, pausing to nip at the skin just above your pubic bone. his fingers find their way to your sex, teasing the entrance.

he grins, his gaze never leaving yours. "you're so wet for me, baby."

you nod, unable to form words. he dips his head between your legs, his tongue sliding between your folds.

you cry out, gripping the sheets as he devours you. his tongue swirls around your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you. you writhe under his ministrations, lost in the pleasure he's giving you.

"fuck," you gasp, your eyes squeezed shut.

"that's right," he growls, his voice muffled by your sex. "come for me."

you're helpless to resist, and soon, your orgasm washes over you. you shudder and shake, a keening moan escaping your lips.

chaz withdraws, his eyes filled with lust. he's hard, his cock straining against his jeans. "damn, babe. you look so fucking hot when you come."

you can only moan in response, still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm.

he chuckles, stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. his cock springs free, and he wraps his hand around it, stroking himself.

"damn, chaz, you're hot," you murmur, your voice still shaky.

he smirks, pumping his hand faster. "you haven't seen anything yet, baby."

you watch, mesmerized, as he pleasures himself, his gaze never leaving yours.

he grins, his pace quickening. "keep watching. i'm gonna come all over you."

your eyes widen, and you can't help but reach for him. he releases his cock, allowing you to take over. you pump his shaft, loving the way he feels in your hand.

"fuck," he groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "your hand feels so good, y/n."

you work him, using every trick you know. his cock throbs in your grasp, and you can tell he's close.

"come on, chaz," you coax.

his eyes fly open, and he looks down at you. "really?"

you nod, releasing him. "fuck yes."

he grins, flipping you over and pressing you against the bed. he positions himself at your entrance, his gaze burning into yours.

"you're mine, baby," he growls, thrusting into you.

you cry out, the sudden intrusion a shock. he fills you completely, his cock hitting just the right spot.

"fuck!" you moan, clutching the sheets.

"you feel so fucking good," he groans, his voice thick with desire.

he begins to move, slowly at first, then building to a frenzied pace. the feeling is overwhelming, and you surrender yourself to the pleasure.

chaz grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. "you're so fucking tight, y/n."

you can only moan in response, incoherent thoughts jumbling in your head. the world disappears, and it's just you and chaz, moving as one.

"i'm close," he warns, his voice strained.

"me too," you gasp, your body tensing.

he increases his pace, his thrusts deep and relentless. "fuck. i'm gonna come."

"do it!," you beg, your own orgasm hovering just out of reach.

with a roar, he spills inside you, his cock pulsing. you cry out, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm crashes over you.

chaz collapses on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "wow, that was... fuck."

you chuckle, your own breath ragged. "yeah, it was."

he rolls off you, and you turn to face him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "well, that was something else, wasn't it?"

he grins, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "that's an understatement, babe."

you lean into his touch, enjoying the afterglow.

he kisses the top of your head, his voice soft. "get some sleep. i've got you."

you close your eyes, safe and secure in his embrace.

as the world falls away, a single thought echoes in your mind: chaz is a keeper.

[drades-lair]

Bandit in the night: Sweet Reconciliation

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Straz

Striker wasn’t the only one finding this whole situation weird, Chaz had never experienced anything like…whatever this was. Chaz also never felt a need to submit to anyone before Striker, normally the shark was the aggressive one in his couplings however when it came to the pale imp, he felt an overwhelming need to submit. Another night found the duo at yet another smoky saloon in another shitty little town enjoying a few drinks, most of the time filled with silence except for the ramblings going on in Chaz’s brain. Distracted by trying to not say anything stupid or out of line Chaz didn’t realize how late it had gotten till Striker announced he was calling it a night, agreeing the shark paid the tab then the duo headed to the motel. Chaz was just about to split off from Striker to head to his own motel room when out of nowhere Striker grabbed the shark by the upper arm and spun him around, shoving his back against the rough outer wall of the motel eliciting a surprised yelp from him.

“Um…what’s happening…?” Chaz wondered nervously, head whirling as he tried to grasp what Striker was doing.

“Shut it! Give me Yer room key,” Striker instructed with a slight growl, yellow eyes glowing in the darkness of the night.

Chaz instantly shut his mouth then handed over his room key resulting in a wide smirk spreading across Striker’s features. Chaz was swiftly whipped around to face the wall as Striker yanked his arms behind his back and skillfully tethered them with a rope Chaz wasn’t sure where it had come from.  

“Get in the room,” Striker whispered low in Chaz’s ear sending an instant shiver straight down his spine.

“O-Okay…” Chaz confirmed allowing himself to be pulled back then shoved towards the motel room door that Striker opened before pushing Chaz through it.

“On your knees,” Striker declared over his shoulder while closing the motel room door.

Chaz did as he was told, getting on his knees despite not fully knowing where this was going. Striker turned to face Chaz, grabbing the shark underneath the chin with a rumbling growl sending a slight pang of fear through Chaz yet he felt a tingle of excitement in his lower regions at the same time. Chaz squirmed slightly as his tail tucked against himself in a clear submissive gesture that fueled Striker’s libido prompting him to pull Chaz up, leading him towards the bed where he prompted Chaz to kneel on the mattress. Striker shrugged out of his jacket and vest then rolled up his sleeves before approaching Chaz, yanking the shark forwards by his shirt bringing them nose to nose. Chaz started panting slightly as heat pooled in his lower abdomen, a light blush crossing his features followed by surprise as Striker roughly pressed their lips together.

“lucky for Ya, I got just enough booze in me,” Striker lowly whispered in a husky tone, having yanked Chaz backwards by his hair to force him to part from the kiss.

“Yike! Ugh…so…you’re not going to kill me? We’re going to actually…” Chaz trailed off, tone carrying a hint of nervousness.

“Ha-ha, Ya still scared of me?” Striker chuckled feeling a spike of arousal at the concept that Chaz was frightened of him.

“Maybe a little,” Chaz confessed, gaze averting to the side.

“Well, dontchya worry fishy…I’ll take good care of Ya,” Striker retorted, releasing Chaz’s hair to reach down to the hem of Chaz’s long-sleeved shirt.

Pulling the shirt up Striker pulled it over Chaz’s head to secure it behind the shark’s neck as he couldn’t pull it completely off due to having tied Chaz’s arms behind his back. A small, huffed laugh escaped Striker when he realized Chaz had his nipples pierced, a matching pair of golden bars glinting in the crappy yellow lighting. The pale imp lightly slid a finger down the center of Chaz’s chest before sliding to the right nipple piercing, flicking it with his thumb while his other hand went to do the same to the left piercing. Chaz gave a whimpering hum as his nipples perked from the stimulation then out of nowhere Striker’s mouth enveloped Chaz’s right nipple causing him to inhale sharply with a squeak. Leaning back a smidge Chaz began panting heavier with a series of light whimpers, Striker’s hand pinching the shark’s left nipple while his tongue played with the right.

“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised Yer sportin’ hardware…seems like Yer style,” Striker chuckled pulling off of Chaz’s sensitive nipples.

“T-They’re…new…a few months…” Chaz stammered out through panting whimpers.

“Hmm, still…stay put,” Striker retorted, moving away from Chaz towards the door.

Chaz got a little nervous when Striker unlocked the door then left, footsteps heading down the hall however by the sound Chaz assumed Striker had gone to his own room. A few moments later the imp’s footsteps returned, coming back down the hallway towards Chaz’s room followed by the pale imp entering the shark’s motel room holding a small canvas bag and a length of rope. Placing the bag on the small round wooden table Striker closed the door with his tail then brought the length of rope over to Chaz who silently watched as the imp skillfully tethered the shark’s calves to his thighs promptly leaving him at Striker’s mercy.

“That should do,” Striker declared, stepping back to observe his work before slipping his black long sleeve shirt off.

Chaz raked his eyes over the imp’s lean yet muscular physic, scars littering his skin from years of assassin work and perhaps even a few from farm work before that. The pale imp brought both hands to Chaz’s sides just above both sets of his gills causing a brief moment of panic, a shark’s gills were a sensitive area that could easily be damaged which was why they protected them at all costs. Chaz’s panic was swiftly replaced by arousal, inhaling sharply as Striker’s fingers gingerly tapped along his gills, occasionally rubbing gently along the skin that covered each one sending wave after wave of erotic sensation through Chaz who recoiled slightly and bit down on his lower lip. Uncontrollable moans started erupting from Chaz’s chest as Striker continued his administrations then he gently slipped a finger into the bottom gill on either side, rubbing along the underside of the skin covering it causing Chaz to release a long-drawn-out groan. Chaz bit down harder on his bottom lip, hips beginning to thrust as Striker gently went a little deeper into Chaz’s gills before doing the same to his next set then the next.

“Ha-ha, Ya sharks are always so sensitive on Yer gills,” Striker teased, inserting his fingers into the first set.

“F-fuck…S-Strikes…. I-I…can’t…take this…” Chaz stammered through gritted teeth.

“Well, that won’t do, can’t have Ya cummin’ just yet,” Striker taunted this time, pulling his fingers away from the shark’s gills promptly leaving Chaz sweaty and panting with a wet patch present on the prominent bulge of the crotch of his pants.

“Alright, I think it’s time I get a look at the goods,” Striker teased again, wasting no time in undoing Chaz’s pants and pulling them down around the shark’s hips along with his boxers.

Striker got an impressed smirk on his face at seeing the shark’s double dicks were indeed an impressive size just as he’d boasted. Chaz’s cocks twitched as Striker once again turned away from him, heading over to the canvas bag he’d brought promptly pulling out a smaller bit of rope before walking back over to Chaz. The shark gave a small high-pitched yelp when Striker grabbed one of his cocks at the base, wrapping the rope around it followed by repeating this on the other’s base before tethering them to each other. Striker slid his fingers down with a devious smirk on his features to press lightly to Chaz’s testicular bulge that had gotten slightly larger since Striker tied his cocks together.

“Now that I’ve got full control over Ya, where were we?” Striker continued to tease, pressing a knuckle lightly into the center of Chaz’s testicular bulge making the shark groan loudly and squirm.

“Fuck! Fuck! Strik…Striker…. please…you’re gonna make me…ugh!” Chaz groaned out between panting breaths.

“What’s the matter? Are Ya gettin’ wet? From just a little teasin’? What a fuckin’ slut!” Striker growled, fingers trailing lower between Chaz’s legs till they slid over his entrance which was soaking wet with slick. A feature unique to sharks was that their assholes produced slick much like a female imp’s cunt would when aroused, apparently this was due to the fact sharks could change genders at will if they wished.

“I am…I’m a fucking…slut…” Chaz agreed, pushing his hips as forwards as he could manage in invitation.

Striker chuckled lowly again as he removed his hand from Chaz’s pants making him whine in protest until that is Striker roughly flipped Chaz onto his stomach on the bed. Roughly Chaz’s legs were spread to allow the pale imp to settle between them followed by him yanking down Chaz’s pants to midthigh where the rope was holding them to the shark’s calves. Chaz hadn’t noticed Striker snatch up the canvas bag from the table using his tail before flipping him until the bag was set next to his left hip as the imp rifled through the items inside. Unable to continue looking over his shoulder Chaz laid his head on the bed when the slick coolness of lube hit his ass cheeks, dribbling between them and down over his testicular bulge causing a surprised yelp to escape his throat. Striker smoothed two fingers through the slick lube over Chaz’s ass before grabbing both cheeks to spread them promptly revealing his tight already slick hole. Striker didn’t hesitate in inserting those same two fingers up to the first knuckle with no warning resulting in another loud yelp from Chaz that faded into a moan as Striker started slowly pumping the two digits.

“Ya sure are tight considerin’ what a slut Ya claim ta be,” Striker commented, inserting a third finger despite Chaz’s hole being tight around the first two still.

“Ah! S-Shit! Fuck! I-it’s been…a while…FUCK!” Chaz cursed out his explanation which was true, it had been almost a year since he’d gotten laid, and his last partner was a bottom.

“Ya don’t say, guess I gotta stretch this slutty bussy of Yer’s then,” Striker retorted, shoving his three digits deeply into Chaz then pulling slowly back out till the tips of his fingers were barely inside the shark then shoving back inside once again.

Rinse and repeat was the name of the game for a while as Striker slowly stretched Chaz’s hole. Chaz moaned through the whole process, cussing a blue streak with each press, twist or curl of Striker’s fingers against his prostate. Satisfied Striker pulled his fingers fully from Chaz who loudly whined in protest causing Striker to chuckle as he pulled a blade from the canvas bag, taking care as he sliced Chaz’s pants down the crotch area promptly allowing him to spread the shark’s legs wider. Hoisting Chaz’s hips upwards Striker could see the shark’s cocks hanging heavy between his legs, flushed a darker shade of green from being tied up and his testicular bulge was massive now. Striker pulled on a strand allowing him to release the knot he’d tied followed by releasing Chaz’s achingly hard cocks from the rope to the point small spurts of precum spat from them. Chaz looked over his shoulder, panting heavily with whimpering whines and tears streaming down his cheeks as he begged incoherently for Striker to make him cum. Shoving the shark’s tail to the side Striker pulled Chaz’s hips down a little then crawled briefly off the bed to remove his own pants and underwear followed by toeing off his boots. Chaz’s eyes landed on Striker’s impressive…unique member, growing wide not so much at the imp’s size as Striker’s cock was what most would consider average in both length as well as girth however it was the one-inch barbs that ran on either side of his shaft that had Chaz reconsidering his position as Striker crawled back onto the bed between Chaz’s legs.  

“Relax,” Striker prompted upon seeing Chaz tense up.

Guiding the head of his cock to Chaz’s hole Striker pressed gently forwards allowing it to slide gingerly into the stretched ring of muscle. Chaz jerked a little as the head of Striker’s cock popped into his stretched entrance then the first set of those barbs pressed against it eliciting a pained whimper from the shark as his hole stretched further to accommodate them. Another pop found the barbs settled inside Chaz, rubbing along his insides as Striker continued to slowly press into his current partner although the barbs weren’t sharp instead, they were rounded allowing them to rub along Chaz’s insides in a satisfactory way. After what felt like forever Striker finally bottomed out inside Chaz, the imp’s breathing having become heavy for the first time this whole session and his cock throbbed inside Chaz. A couple minutes of adjustment later and Striker began to pull out, barbs popping out of Chaz then back in as the pale imp shoved himself forwards again.

Striker found his pace swiftly, pounding Chaz’s prostate with each thrust making him wale with desperation as well as a little pain from how hard his cocks were. Not long after Striker picked up his pace Chaz practically screamed as he orgasmed, cum spewing from both cocks onto the bed beneath him. Striker shoved to the hilt as Chaz squeezed around him, pulling the pale imp’s orgasm from him however Chaz wasn’t prepared for Striker’s barbs expanding inside him.

“Oh fuck! I-I’m…so full…” Chaz stammered, Striker’s cum spilling into the depths of his ass.

“Humph…thought…you’d be…used ta that,” Striker huffed, panting as his cock pulsed inside Chaz’s warm heat.

“Never…been…like this…” Chaz confessed, wincing slightly as his stomach felt as though it may burst.

“Well get comfy…we got a few moments till I can pull out,” Striker chuckled, swatting Chaz’s left ass cheek causing the shark to yelp then shoot a disgruntled look over his shoulder at the imp.   

Over the next few minutes Striker’s barbs slowly laid down allowing him to pull out of Chaz who winced slightly followed by a satisfied look spreading across his features as Striker’s cum leaked from his ass and down his inner thighs. Striker gently released Chaz from his binds then crawled off the bed to head into the bathroom, emerging a short time later with several warm washcloths. Gingerly flipping Chaz onto his back Striker began cleaning the shark up, tear stains running along his face, lips red from being bitten and hair an absolute disaster yet he appeared more than sated. Striker took pride in having thoroughly fucked the shit out of the shark, moving to tend to Chaz’s sensitive crotch area only to realize the shark had gotten hard again.

“Ya got one more in Ya?” Striker wondered, smirking and arching a brow.

“Mmm…honestly I don’t know if I can…I’m exhausted and things are a little tender down there,” Chaz retorted partially joking and partially being serious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on Ya,” Striker assured Chaz, wrapping a hand around both Chaz’s cocks.

Chaz hissed a little at the initial contact however it turned swiftly into a moan as Striker started gently stroking. Another then another and another, slowly drawing soft moans from Chaz as his hips began to thrust up into Striker’s grasp, his second orgasm building. The pale imp increased his speed a little while inserting two fingers into Chaz’s over stretched hole, pumping them liberally inside the shark causing Striker’s cum from earlier to ooze out around them. Chaz eventually released a loud moan that faded into a strangled yelp as his second orgasm released causing a slight bit of pain from his sensitive tentacles as they tensed to spew the final bit of cum onto Chaz’s own stomach. Striker milked Chaz’s cocks till they went completely flaccid, laying them along the shark’s stomach before continuing to clean Chaz up as he panted through the second orgasms intensity. Striker removed Chaz’s tattered clothing, pulling out a fresh set from the canvas bag to lay on the wooden table however he pulled a pair of fresh boxers onto the shark to sleep in. 

“Ya doin’ alright?” Striker asked once he’d finished up, pulling on a fresh pair of boxer briefs to himself.   

“Y-Yes…I’m just a little…sore…” Chaz panted out, satisfied smile upon his features.

“Good, glad I could fuck Ya into the mattress,” Striker chuckled, moving to settle beside Chaz on the bed.  

“Thoroughly,” Chaz confirmed, eyelids growing heavy as Striker pulled blankets over the two of them.

[freddy5bear]

HELLO Y'ALL!! :3

My name is Sebastian, I'm trying to become a writer and I wanted to start with something small, So id like to get into fan fiction!!

THINGS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss:

Vox,

Alastor,

Lucifer,

angel,

husk,

Adam,

Rosie,

Molly/Mollie,(my interpretation)

Fizzaroli,

stolas,

Asmodeus,

Chaz,

Striker,

Loona,

Verosika,

Blitzø

I also love writing for some AU versions of some of them, like Shark!Vox, human alastor etc.

Detroit: become human:

CONNOR♥

Ralph💕

Kara

Makus

Luther

The Jerry's

Nines

Gavin

Simon

North

Hank (only platonically cause I don't feel comfortable writing a romantic situation with him.)

Please specify which route as well, like deviant!Connor, Pacifist!Markus etc.

Arcane:

VIKTOR♥

Jayce

Mel Medarda

Jinx (maybe)

Vi

Caitlyn

Silco

(I have never played league of legends and have only seen arcane so if the lore is inaccurate or it's super out of character for them in the game I am sorry🙏)

Spooky month:

(Characters I will NOT write for.)

any minors, if you do wish to request an aged up version of them i can do that, or if it's a platonic thing.

I WILL NEVER EVER EVERRR WRITE ANYTHING WITH FRANK(THE KIDNAPPER) ROY'S UNCLE, OR ANYTHING WITH BOB PHYSICALLY HURTING THEIR S/O. you can still request Bob but I won't write anything like, " he eats your arm and your attracted to it! *makes out*"

Cuphead:

(Casino cups):

Cuphead

Mugman

The devil

King dice

Chalace

(I'm not sure about the other characters cause I don't know all their lore)

Rise!TMNT:

(AGED UP.)

Leo

Donnie

Raph

Mikey

April

Casey (Jones and Jr)

Hipnopotamus

Repo mantis

FNAF:

I cant list every character bc I love most of them, will not write for the souls inside the animatronics, will base it off of other media with their personalities not relating to the kids. Again, not writing for minors. Wich means, no golden Freddy, circus baby, or the bidybabs. I can't really picture those without thinking that they are children.)

Sonic the hedgehog

Will write for:

SHADOW♥♥

Sonic

Silver

Knuckles

Amy

Blaze

Rouge

I will not write for tails bc he us a child, and I will write for some fan kids, though I need full proof they have given you permission for me to write about them in the way that you want me to, if not I will ask them myself :3

RULES:

Absolutely no noncon.

I won't write reader that is not the gender the character is attracted to, like I wouldn't write a female reader for Angel unless platonic, and any other character that has a confirmed sexuality. even if there is a widely agreed apon head cannon for the character I will still interpret that as up for grabs. Ex: Leo from rise, lots of ppl agree he's gay but it's not been confirmed so I would still write female reader if somebody asks.

I will write smut, my writing when It comes to male characters, Dom or sub is exceptionally better than my writing for women, but I'm here to get better at it so pls still ask.

Please no abusive relationship asks, I don't want unhealthy relationship ideals to become something people look for in relationships.

If any of these things are requested to me you will be reported and blocked.

Also if a character is not in the fandom/list I made, please still ask! I am in many fandoms and like getting into new pieces of media, so although I may not know the request at the time I'd love to get more into the fandom and then write for it!

Also please specify weather you want a platonic, fluffy or smutty fic, otherwise I'll pick for you😈 (it'll be smut guys dw.)

I will not write character x character or character x oc, UNLESS it's like, an amazing ask, but it's not common you'll see me write smth like that. I WILL do specific reader traits though, ex: Bunny!reader (LITERALLY ME GUYS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH♥♥) hellborn!reader, mutant!reader, etc.

One last thing, I love drawing! If you ever see any kind of fiction you would like to see drawn, I would love to, please send an ask/request to draw a part in a fic! Only thing is that I will/can not draw any smut, nor will it be digital, I can really only do traditional art, so enjoy my low quality photos of paper😋

I can't wait to see requests from everyone, and be able to write them! I hope u have an amazing day/night, remember to eat and drink smth today, and dont stay up all night reading smut. (AHEM...)

-Fredd5🐻

[augustaoctavia87]

NEW WIP: GYM BUDDIES!

Draco in the Muggle world, pure fluff, smut, humor, nonsense…and Chaz.

Rated E.

[neiveel3llson]

• . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . •

Characters I write for:

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Dick Greyson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Older!Damian Wayne (romantic)

Damian Wayne (platonic)

Batfam (platonic)

Sam & Max: Freelance Police

Sam (the detective dog)

Max (the rambunctious rabbit)

Welcome Home!:

Wally Darling

Julie Joyful

Barnaby B. Beagle

Poppy Partridge

Frank Frankly

Sally Starlet

Eddie Dear

Howdy Pillar

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Caine

Pomni

Jax

Ragatha

Gangle

Kinger

Zooble

Bubble

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo (2012)

Donatello (2012)

Raphael (2012)

Michalangelo (2012)

Leonardo (Rise)

Donatello (Rise)

Raphael (Rise)

Michelangelo (Rise)

Obey Me(OG! + NB):

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Mestopho

Thirteen

Rapheal

Luke(strictly platonic)

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor Altruist

Lucifer Magne

Valentino

Vox

Husker

Angel Dust

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss:

Blitzø

Stolas

Stolitz

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Fizzmodeus

Striker

Chaz

Barbie Wire

Cult of the Lamb:

Lambert

Leshy

Heket

Kallamar

Shamura

Narinder

Slashers:

Micheal Myers

Micheal Myers(RZ)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Charles Lee Ray

Chucky^

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Billy + Stu

Billy Lenz

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Leslie Vernon

Hannibal Lecter

Asa Emory

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop-Top Sawyer

Bo(Bauregard lol) Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise(1990)

Pennywise(2017)

What I will do:

One Shots

Headcannons

Fluff

Incorrect Quotes

Angst

Smut (in some cases)

LGBTQ+

What I will not do:

Smut (in underage characters or asexual characters)

Trans (Either character or reader. My reasoning for this is that I know noone who is trans and I have no experience with it, I don't want to offend anyone if I accidently use a harmful stereotype or wrong information.)

Incest

R*pe

S/A (I have had trauma from S/A so please forgive me for not wanting to write about it even out of context)

Stories

(Intense) Yandere

[wrathshe]

     #𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐇𝐄 :     𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙆𝙍𝘼𝙀𝙃𝙀.     an independent / private     &.     heavily headcanon / rule!63     𝗠𝗢𝗫𝗫𝗜𝗘 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗨𝗩𝗔 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦.    blog is dash only, mid amount of formatting, no-icons     &.     low maintenance. 𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 :       NOVEMBER 3rd  2023.

     i do not care if you ship Loona / Blitzo, Blitzo / with women, dislike Blitzo / Stolas, write Alastor as anything else other than asexual, ship Vaggie with men etc.     let people do whatever the fuck they want.     under no circumstances, however, will bestiality or paedophilia be roleplayed in this space.     if this type of content is present in your muses' history, that's fine, just please tag it, but i won't ever roleplay / wish to see it roleplayed.   𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂 𝙄𝙎 𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙈 / ���𝘿;𝘿𝙉𝙀     &.     may contain the following content :     non-parental incest, dub con, sexism, marital / verbal abuse, violence / gore, classism / racism, slavery, age gaps, homophobia / transphobia     &.     child neglect.     𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞      all of these are to be tagged such as 'cw insert topic here'     —     under no circumstances will bestiality or sexual content of minors be tolerated.

     𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙛 :     pro callout, smut-only blogs, shota / loli blogs, muns under 21 years of age, shame others for their sexual preferences, non-RP blogs, antis of any sort, if you have an extensive DNI persons list... this is not a safe-space for puritanical antis !

     i do not use catch-all tags, such as x don’t look or x don’t see nor do i require one for myself.     i will tag trigger warnings     &.     i will tag URLS :     do not pressure me or try to control who i write with. do not ask me my financial situation, sexual orientation / experience / preferences / kinks or fetishes, relationship status, mental disorders / medical history, etc. quite frankly, that’s nobody’s business but my own.

     if agreeable to these terms, please continue to the blog rules under the cut...

𝐈)     mod is over 25+ years of age.     i will not be providing my discord unless you’re a close friend.     timezone is PST.     goes by any pronouns.     i understand genderbends    &.     heavy AUs are not everyone's cup of tea though, so i have no problem if folk don't follow back.     art for my icons are either heavily edited caps from the source material or they are from @missfabius on twitter / X.

𝐈𝐈)     this is a problematic character from series that takes place in literal hell.     𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚     —     𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.    AUs are my jam.     𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩.    spoilers will not be tagged. leaks, should i ever come across them, will be tagged accordingly.

     i can’t write NSFW worth a damn, it’ll be rare if i actually write it out in full here     —     i prefer to write that in discord.     please don’t automatically assume romance unless prior discussion / interactions take place.

     𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜...     animal abuse, animal cruelty, necrophilia    &.     trypophobia.

𝐈𝐈𝐈)     my Moxxie, besides being 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲-𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, has male-horns    &.     white hair.     aside from that, she is 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘿.     aside from these two changes, not much about the character itself has strayed away from the source material.     Moxxie was still raised by her father, Crimson, mother died, most likely had Chaz as an ex, works for IMP etc.     my canon voice for her is 𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙁𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣.

     𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 but it would be 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 if you could give this post a like or send me an ask stating you've read my rules !

[newwwwusername]

Fanfic requests OPEN for Helluva Boss

I am currently taking fanfic requests for Helluva Boss

I will write : - Hurt/comfort - Fluff - AUs - Canon divergence - Songfics - Any other trope (so long as it follows my rules) - Any headcanon (so long as it follows my rules) - Whatever ship you want (so long as it follows my rules)

I won’t write : - Smut or fetish fics - Pedophilia/incest (including adopted family, and including step-siblings)/beastiality ships (or anything like that) - OCs - Crossovers (including crossovers with Hazbin Hotel) - Y/N - Explicit depictions of self-harm or suicide - Drowning (personal trigger of mine) - Werewolf AUs (werewolves are also a trigger of mine) - Characters that aren't in the show (in other words, all those characters who have only appeared in the background but apparently have a ton of lore- like Vox and whatever- I won't write them)

Other things to note : - I do not guarantee I will write every request I get. Sometimes requests will just not click with me, and sometimes I don’t feel qualified to fulfill it. I will try to write as many as I can, though - You can also submit any requests to this prompt meme on AO3 if that’s more your style : https://archiveofourown.org/collections/newwwwusernamerequests or to this Google form : https://forms.gle/3K7STap3v715Hidu5

The following is a list of ships and headcanons I particularly like. I’ll write anything, but I’m much more likely to write it if it has one or more of the following

Pairings (/ for romantic, & for platonic) : Blitzo/Striker, Blitzo/Stolas, Moxxie/Millie, Asmodeus/Fizzarolli, Chaz/Blitzo, Moxxie & Blitzo, Blitzo & Loona, Stolas & Octavia

Headcanons : Autistic!Moxxie, FTM!Moxxie, FTM!Striker, Moxxie has an eating disorder and Loona intentionally makes it worse out of her own insecurities, Loona has an anxiety disorder, Autistic!Stolas

[e-m-p-error]

NAME: Keith, but I go by Key, Moth, or Sunny/Sunshine!

PRONOUNS: He/They

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord, Tumblr DMs (Discord HEAVILY preferred, ask for it if we're mutuals)

NAME OF MUSE(S): Ace, Alastor, Andrealphus, Angel Dust, Apple, Athan (OC Leviathan), Baetyl (Stella's Male Friend), Barbie, Beelzebub, Cash, Chazz (AU Chaz), Crimson, Dodie, Fizzarolli, Glitz, Hen, Legiondario (Valentino's Cousin, OC), Lilith, Magpie (AU Velvette), Mammon, Mimzy, Moxxie, Nifty, Ostello (Ex-Overlord, Valentino's Ex-Husband, OC), Ozzie, Paimon, Paradise, Vaggie, Valentino, Velvette, Verosika, Vick (AU Vox)

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS)?: I've been rping on Tumblr for 12 years, but rping in general for 21!

BEST EXPERIENCE: Yeah, I'm gonna say making new friends and writing with others! It keeps me coming back. I know it's probably cliche.

RP PET PEEVES / DEAL-BREAKERS: Never interacting with me except to reblog memes/aesthetics. Forcing ships and not listening to me when I have boundaries about it. Being treated poorly for being so slow. People who infantilize grown adults and try to police how I write my muses based on this prejudice. OOC bigotry.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I will look at the menu and nod solemnly. I'm an expert smut writer, though!

PLOTS OR MEMES: I love both! I reblog at least seven memes a day because I like to have them going! But I also adore plotting things out and having discussed threads!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I can write anything from 1 paragraph to 10, my replies usually run 60+ words unless it's a shorter/crack thread that doesn't need to have a lot of thought put into it. However, that said, I don't mind short replies as long as I have something to respond to. I refuse to write with "He smiled.." as the whole response. Give me something to work with.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Usually in the evening/late night.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I am in some ways! I put a little bit of me in all of them, but I have picked up some behaviors from writing them if I think that the behavior will be helpful to me in my real life! Things like working more on my self confidence or learning a recipe that the character makes. I've made Migas because of Val several times!

Tagged by: @infernal-feminae Tagging: @radicheart, @seven-circlllxs, @overangeled, @arachn0philia, @hannah-the-small, @peppy-jester, @spidrboots, @strikers-saloon