#hazbin hotel x Chubby!Reader

[cryptidghostgirl]

I have another chubby reader for you! I was only gonna ask for one but YOURE SO AMAZING I JUST HAD TO PUT IN ANOTHER REQUEST😞😩 Alastor x chubby!reader, where reader goes out with angel Dust to a party or something wearing a *cough* slutty *cough* outfit and Alastor SEES THEM WEARING IT 👀 and he gets possessive of reader and won't let them leave with angel (whose smirking in the background and fluttering his eyelashes like he's innocent because reader and Alastor are bother emotionally constipated or something and haven't confessed to each other😤) and reader is nervous enough wearing something so revealing already (but they felt good enough in their own skin to wear such an outfit; that confidence is quickly fading when Alastor stops her from leaving with the outfit) so she gets the wrong idea that Alastor thinks she disgusting or body shaming her 🥺 but Alastors just ranting about being ladylike and "dressing like a proper lady" , Angel Dust is now watching this heartbreaking train wreck happen and tries to intervene but then Alastor turns on him about tainting the reader or something but reader has heard enough and just quietly just turns around and walks to her room heartbroken 😭 then angel yells at Alastor and tells him everything *shocked Pikachu face* and goes to reader to fix this misunderstanding, you take it from here????? BUT THEY DO CONFESS

(I LOVE ME SOME HURT/COMFORT AND LOVE CONFESSIONS! YUMM!)

A/N I love your requests and I'm so glad you liked how Sweet turned out. I am actually really proud of that one myself. Of course I will write this. 11/10.

Pretty Bunny (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Body image and weight stuff. I feel like Alastor is a bit ooc but I think this is cute so I don't super care.

Word Count: 2,049

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“And where exactly is it you two are off to in such a hurry?”

Y/n and Angel froze, Angel's hand resting on the handle to the hotel's door.

"Well?"

Exchanging a covert look, Y/n and Angel turned to face Alastor. Y/n clasped her hands innocently behind her back, looking up at Alastor through her lashes which Angel had done up in silver falsies, and Angel fixed a smile on his face.

"Just out." Y/n hummed.

"Yeah," Angel chimed in, draping one of his lower arms over Y/n's shoulders and bringing her into his side, "little Y/n here deserves a night out on the town and some fun."

Y/n quickly elbowed Angel in the side. The spider demon knew Alastor and his opinions on the night life of Pentagram City. He was tempting fate. Alastor raised his eyebrows.

"You deserve 'some fun,' do you?" Alastor asked, fixing his gaze on the shorter of the pair of demons.

Angel released his grip on Y/n, shoving her forward slightly. She stumbled a bit, shooting him a glare before looking carefully back at Alastor. His scrutinizing gaze traversed her form with care. Angel had insisted on dressing her up and while the outfit he had put her in was a bit out of her comfort zone, Y/n felt incredibly pretty. The little white satin dress hung from her hips, playing gently against her thighs when she walked, and the black knee high platforms made her at least a couple inches taller. Angel had even placed black satin bows around the bases of her rabbit ears to tie the whole thing together.

There were also the chains, thin and dripping off her body. A necklace here, a carefully placed waist chain there, she looked practically angelic. Alastor crossed his arms, tapping his foot menacingly as he impatiently waited for an explanation.

"Well, we've been working so hard to become better people and it's been three months since we've done anything... fun. Besides, it was my birthday last week."

"Uh-huh." Alastor nodded, his lack of amusement with the situation obvious, "And where exactly are you two planning on going?"

"Oh come on, Smiles. It's just a club I know." Angel sighed, "You're starting to sound like Charlie. I thought you wanted to see us fail."

"That is true." was the only response the Radio Demon gave Angel before fixing his attention on Y/n once again.

She was beginning to grow uncomfortable under his piercing stare. Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"So what is the issue, Alastor."

The name felt foreign on her tongue. Although she had been a guest of the Hazbin Hotel practically since its creation, she avoided Alastor. At first, it had of course been due to intimidation. Then, as he had slowly begun to reveal his true colors to the residents of the hotel, it had morphed into something entirely other. Y/n thought that the Radio Demon, one of the most feared overlords in all of Hell, was pretty.

Y/n had never been good at dealing with crushes or flirting or anything. She avoided him like the plague. Her tail twitched thoughtlessly with trepidation, shifting her skirt just the slightest bit, revealing just the smallest big more of her thighs.. It was the last straw for Alastor.

"You're not going out in that."

Angel pressed his palm to his forehead, shaking his head. Love was his specialty, the act and the feeling. It was obvious to him Y/n had a thing for the Radio Demon, and not just because she had revealed the information to him in one of their late night talks. He never brought it up with the rabbit demon who had become a dear friend in the time they had known one another, but he was relatively certain Alastor had some interest in her as well. The Radio Demon seemed to constantly be a few steps behind her, entering rooms she had just left, letting his eyes linger on her when they did their group exercises.

At Alastor's words, Y/n's mouth fell slightly open. Her breath caught in her throat, a shiver running through her.

"Oh."

Her voice was strained and Angel could tell she was holding back tears. Y/n turned away from Alastor, her shoulders slouching even further.

"That is no way for a proper lady to dress." Alastor continued, not seeming to notice the effect his words had had as he lectured the smaller demon, "I mean, you're barley wearing anything at all! For goodness sake, your shoes are covering more than that dress an-"

"Alright," Angel cut in, stepping up beside Y/n and pulling her into his arms, "that's enough big guy."

"You're clearly tainting her with your promiscuity." Alastor sighed, "What, you want to bring her to some club so ignorant wimps can drool over her all night? Or maybe that's what she wants to have happen."

Y/n pulled herself from Angel's grip and marched right up to Alastor. Her eyes wet with unshed tears, he looked down at the finger she was jabbing into his chest in mild shock.

"You are mean." she stated, "I can't believe how wrong I was about you. I thought... god!"

She let her finger fall and crossed her arms over her stomach once again.

"You ready to go, sweet cheeks?" Angel asked and she shook her head.

All the fight had gone out of her.

"No, you go ahead without me. I think... I think I'm just gonna go to bed. Thanks for... yeah."

With those parting words, Y/n stormed upstairs. Angel and Alastor watched until she had long since disappeared into the depths of the hotel. Slowly, they turned to face each other once again.

"What." Alastor said in the most deadpan tone Angel had ever heard come from the demon.

"How could you do that?" Angel asked accusatorially, taking a step towards Alastor, "She is the sweetest little menace on the planet!"

"Do what?"

Alastor's brow furrowed in confusion. He didn't think he'd said anything wrong, done anything wrong. Y/n was the one who had over reacted, stepped out of line, right?

"Do you have any idea how long it has taken her to be confident enough to wear something like that? She has worked so hard on her relationship with herself and... and... she felt pretty. Why would you say that shit to her?"

"I... what?"

"She liked you, ya dumbass! She cared about what you thought of her!"

Alastor took the slightest step back, his hand not grasping his microphone raised to his chest, hovering over his heart.

"I am afraid I don't understand you."

Angel sighed, trying to calm himself.

"Look. Y/n has a crush on you and you just told her she wasn't pretty."

"No I didn't. I told her she should be more ladylike. A crush on me?"

"Yeah well, that's not much better. She is who she is and she is wonderful! The way that she dresses doesn't change any of that."

"She has a crush on me?" Alastor asked again, dumbstruck.

"Yes you idiot."

"But she never speaks to me. I thou-"

"That's cause she's nervous. Geeze, you are dense."

Y/n jumped in shock as she caught sight of Alastor using his shadows to teleport into her room through the reflection of the mirror. Her makeup half off, she turned to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Alastor opened his mouth, about to make a comment about her language before thinking better of it and closing it again. Y/n rolled her eyes, her anger and hurt having festered into irritation. She turned back to the mirror, using the cotton pad in her hand to take off the last of her mascara. Alastor watched her face through the mirror as she tossed the cotton pad to the side.

Reaching up, she slowly began to disassemble the sculpture of a hairdo Angel had put her in.

"Why are you here?" she asked again, placing a bobby pin on the table.

"I came to... apologize." he replied, taking a small step forward.

"What, did Angel force ya' to?"

It wasn't often her accent slipped out. Y/n had been raised in Brooklyn but her parents had been insistent she work not to have the accent. People didn't take people who had them seriously, they said. It only ever made an appearance when she was drunk or feeling any emotion to it's extremity, especially anger.

"No, I am here of my own volition."

"Yeah, sure." she scoffed as she pulled the last of the pins from her hair, allowing it to fall freely around her face as she turned back to him over her shoulder, "I totally believe that."

"It was not my intent to make you feel like you weren't... pretty." Alastor carefully said, avoiding her eyes, "Just tha-

"If an apology involves an exception, is it really an apology?"

Alastor had never been good at this. Apologies or any of the other feelings he had been actively suppressing about the rabbit demon since he had come to the hotel. She stood up from her chair, walking over to him.

Y/n knew the clock was ticking, felt the heat of the tears building in her head again.

"What." she asked, throwing her arms out to the sides and looking around the room, "Ya' think I'm ugly? Unladylike? Is that because I let Angel dress me up or because I'm not stick thin?"

"Y/n."

There were tears dripping down her cheeks now. She looked away, crossing her arms tightly across her stomach in protection.

"Just leave, Alastor."

"Y/-"

"Leave!" she commanded, "Get outa here!"

"Y/-"

"I don' wanna talk to you! What don't ya' get about that!"

"Y/n!" Alastor grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him.

"What!" she yelled back, tears streaming hotly down her face, "What, Alastor."

"I... I think you're beautiful."

The tears stopped, Y/n's eyes wide. Fueled by a sudden wild courage Alastor continued, grabbing her hands in his own.

"I do. You... I don't have the words. You..." he shook his head, "I really don't. You are a wonder."

Her nose twitched subtly, her ears adjusting themselves atop her head.

"But then why... why did you say those things to me?"

"I was jealous." he anxiously admitted, "I never meant to make you cry."

"Jealous?" Y/n repeated with a slight laugh and Alastor nodded.

His cheeks were hot and his heart pounding in his chest but he refused to look away from Y/n. Releasing one of her hands, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief. Gently, he raised it to Y/n's face, patting away her tears.

"You were jealous."

He wasn't going to be able to escape this one.

"That some other guy was gonna see you like that? Was going to charm you and hold you in their arms while I did nothing? Of course I was."

"I have a confession to make." Y/n said after a moment.

"And what might that be?" Alastor asked as he took another step closer to Y/n, still holding one of her hands in his.

He tried his best to repress a smile, her bashfulness was so endearing.

"I maybe, kind of sort of... think you're beautiful too?"

She looked up at him through her lashes. He let go of her hands, grabbing her by the waste and pulling her body into his.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." she nodded shyly.

"You know, I might have heard something along those lines from Angel just a bit earlier."

"From... that little bitch! I mean snitch! I mean both actually I guess."

Alastor laughed at her antics.

"So, pretty bunny, what are we to do with this revelation?"

Y/n's ears cocked. Alastor could feel her tail twitch, brushing up against his arm where he held her. A shiver traveled down his spine.

"Oh I don't know." Y/n feigned indecision, her hands finding her way around his waist as well, bringing them even closer together, "Maybe you should ask me on a date? If you're interested."

"Interested?" Alastor laughed, leaning down, "Of course I am."

[swagyalastorwife]

Vi , jinx , Caitlyn x jealous!reader {headcanons}

Author's notes :hiiiii guysss (^-^)/❤️ So I posted this headcanons according to the results of the votes i hope you like it

⚠️ warning ⚠️: suggestive vocabulary and jealousy and sorry for the spelling mistakes

Vi🥊

♡ She will find it so cute to see you jealous

♡ And it will reassure her because it means that you love her and that you care about her

♡She loves to see you in this state and to tease you about it like a kid she will tell you things like:

"they are jealous! they are jealous, they are jealous"

while laughing then she will take you in her arms and tell you how much she loves you and that she will NEVER EVER leave you for someone else:

"you know you are all I have left you are my reason for living so believe me you don't need to be jealous because there is only you that I desire and no one else"

♡ Then she will give you kisses and hugs all night long to reassure you or things can end in a different way if you know what I mean ...

♡ But during sex she will be gentler than usual so that you can understand that she belongs to you and will be more than glad to see you above her

mini story

♡ After one of these fights a VI fan comes to talk to her and literally monopolizes your girlfriend and you really didn't like it and you looked at this girl with eyes full of rage and VI noticed it well and therefore pushed the fan and she take you in her arms but that was not enough to calm you down and all evening you made a face and you imitated the fan several times:

"haa hi VI you are really great blah blah blah"

She will laughs VI. She approached you gently and qhe whisper in your ear

"you don't need to be jealous my love you know that there is only you that I love ~

She caressed you gently and went up dangerously towards your chest and I'll let you guess the rest

Jinx🎨

♤ She will make fun of you

♤ She didn't understand why you were jealous, you know she loves you otherwise she wouldn't have stayed with you.

♤ She has a hard time understanding until you explain to her:

"really Y/n I don't understand why you're jealous it's ridiculous"

"it's not ridiculous, I feel the same way as you when you see me laughing with someone else"

"it's totally different"

"no it's not"

♤You say as you leave the room to let Jinx think and that's when she understands what you feel when you're jealous and will find it a little cute

♤She will try to reassure you as best she can.

Mini story

♤While you and Jinx were walking a man came and started hitting on her which made you immediately angry you wanted to kill this asshole but Jinx did it first, when she turned to you she saw your slightly upset face and made fun of you:

"don't tell me you're jealous ~"

"leave me alone it's not funny"

"come on I killed this asshole there's no reason for you to be jealous"

She then saw your face become sad and she remembered the conversation you had about your feelings of jealousy so she put her amrs around your shoulders:

"you know I love you right?"

Caitlyn🗡

◇ Like VI she will find your behavior cute

◇ She will also be very flattered because it shows that you love her

◇ But unlike Jinx she will not make fun of you on the contrary

◇ She will give you long speeches about the fact that she loves you more than anything and that she will never leave you

◇ She will discuss it with you to know what made you jealous to avoid doing it next time

◇ She loves you so much she does not want you to feel bad it breaks her heart to see you sad

mini story

◇Caitlyn and you were on patrol when suddenly one of your colleagues arrived and started to flirt with Caitlyn in front of you:

"I am very flattered by your compliment but I already have someone have a good day"

And of course you were sulking in your corner and Caitlyn noticed it she talked for hours to explain to you how much she loves you:

"you know my love you do not need to be jealous I love you and I have only love you and no one, you hear me I love you more than anything "

I hope you liiiike it (^-^)/❤️

[selineram3421]

*is sleepy but wants fluff* Fuck it.

Soft Kisses

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ small one shot, cuddles, kisses, fluff ⚠

Today was tiring.

Swamped with work like preparing for tomorrow's art activities, cleaning up the studio, putting away art tools, and having to help make dinner after.

Alastor had noticed and tried to get you to rest but you didn't want to leave all the work to him.

You almost fell asleep while cooking!

Good thing that you were able to catch yourself and finish up what you were making.

Then when everything was done, and Niffty taking care of the dishes. Alastor swept you up, carrying you over to your hotel room.

"Alastor! Put me down, I'm too heavy!", you panicked.

"Nonsense love! You're not heavy at all. Though you do need rest!", he smiled and pecked you on the cheek.

Once inside your room, he placed you down on the bed and laid you on your back.

"Now, don't lift a finger dear.", he said and started to take off your right shoe.

"Honey, really. I can get myself settled in.", you sighed and reached to take off your other shoe, but your hand was quickly snatched up and kissed.

You blushed.

"I told you not to lift a finger.", the deer demon grinned handsomely and kissed the inside of your wrist.

Then he helped you change into something comfortable before getting you under the covers. In seconds you felt yourself start to get sleepier.

"Take a nap darling. You've been up and down all day.", Alastor whispers before kissing your forehead.

As he turns to leave, you take hold of his hand. Looking back, he can see you're fighting sleep just to keep him there.

"Stay? I want to be next to you.", you ask.

"Of course love.", he says, taking off his coat and shoes before going under the covers to join you.

You sigh in content once you wrap your arms around each other, nuzzling your head against his chest as you get comfortable. He hums and rubs your back, kissing the top of your head as you do so.

Feeling a familiar claw finger lift your head up by your chin, you feel a soft kiss. You kiss back, but it's small repeated ones.

"Sleep well."

Is the last thing you hear before you let sleep take you.

*slow, slow blink* I'm tired and want cuddles. But I don't have my body pillow, so this is the best I'm going to get.

~Seline, the person.

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ML II for Alastor🎙️

[prttyvalentine]

Valentino x chubby! fem! reader

In which reader is insecure about her body and Val shows her just how much he loves her body!

Tw: body dysphoria, dubcon/coercion, val is both a dismissive asshole and a chubby chaser, probably the most self indulgent fic yet… don’t like don’t read: it’s fiction.

Explicit smut and mature content under the cut!

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I was naked and facing the mirror, looking down at my protruding tummy, then at my flabby arms, then my eyes lingered on the way my chubby thighs puffed out around my intimate areas. I usually didn’t care much about how I looked, but after seeing Valentino flirt with a much slimmer girl at a club, I was left feeling like shit.

Sure, he was just trying to con her into a soul deal; no doubt planning on leaving her to rot. But still… the way he looked at her body, it made me wish I looked like that.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a set of arms wrapping around my waist, and then another set of arms going to rest on my hips. Valentino was standing behind me, his gold claws clinging onto my skin possessively. I could see it in his eyes, he wanted me.

“Bebé… what’s wrong? You’re usually out of the bathroom and in bed by now, You’re worrying me…” he whined, his hands gently squeezing at my plush tummy.

I knew he was lying, I knew he didn’t give a shit about me and he only came to check on me because he wanted me to come to bed so that he could fuck me. But at least he wanted to fuck me. At least he wasn’t off with some smaller girl.

“I was just thinking about that girl at your club earlier, the succubus… she was more uh, well-endowed than me, and somehow still thinner…” I mumbled, looking away from the mirror and breaking eye contact with him. I was vulnerable, I needed someone to vent to. And in that moment, I hoped that Val could be that someone.

Instead, I felt his lower set of arms tighten around the soft flesh of my tummy, and his other set of arms traveled up my body to rest on my cleavage. He was groping and squeezing at my body, making my skin bulge out around his claws. I inhaled, readying myself to speak up. But when I spoke, it was barely audible.

“Val, I don’t really think now is a good time to…” I mumbled under my breath, sounding far more insecure than I’d realized.

“Shhh bebita… I’m just trying to make you feel better about your body, no? I want you to know that you’re beautiful, and desirable… no matter how much you weigh. You’re still prettier than those whores.” Valentino cut me off, ignoring my frustrations.

“And I know juuust how to make you feel all better, all you need to do is bend over for me like a good girl.” He mused, pulling my body up against his, making me feel his erection.

I complied, bending over… how could I refuse him when he sounded like that, his accent thick and his voice deep. I saw him drop to his knees in the mirror behind me, and that’s when I felt him grab my thighs from behind and pull me back on his face.

The feeling of him spreading my pussy lips was the closest thing to a warning I got before he was nose-deep in my pussy, eating me out. He would flick his tongue over my clit, then he’d tease my entrance with his tongue; just barely pushing it in before pulling back out.

I wanted to forget all about my insecurities, and oddly enough, this was helping. I knew after I came once, I’d be too overstimulated to think for myself anyways. And Valentino never stopped until I came multiple times…

I whimpered, my legs shaking underneath me. If he hadn’t been holding my thighs like that, I probably would’ve fell over.

Just when I was starting to get close, he let me go, rising to his feet. I made eye contact with him through the mirror, my teary eyes conveying just how desperate I was, how close I was to cumming.

Valentino just smirked, rolling his eyes as he pulled out his cock. He pushed me down, making me bend over even further, before he spread my pussy lips and notched the head against my entrance.

“Don’t look at me like that, Papi wants to feel good too, baby…” he mused, before pushing just the tip in, not giving me a second to get used to his thick tip before thrusting it in and out of me.

He loved teasing me, he loved making me beg for something I never even wanted. And with the way his cockhead was teasing me, I was so close to begging. I needed to feel him filling me up.

“Val… don’t tease me. Isn’t… didn’t you say this was to make me feel better…” I whimpered, grinding back on him, desperate for even another centimeter of his cock.

“Sí, sí… I never said how I was going to make you feel better, though...” He trailed off, grabbing my chubby thighs and pulling me back so that I was impaled balls deep on his massive cock. I involuntarily let out a whorish moan.

“I might just overstimulate you until you’re a sobbing mess, unable to think about anything at all. You won’t be able to be insecure with your head totally empty, will you, Bebita?”

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Author’s note: I might start a series of Val x chubby! reader fics. Feel free to send in asks for Val x chubby reader, I love writing self indulgent shit :3

Also I’m posting this right before I go to sleep so don’t mind any typos or errors lol.

[dreamsinmoonlight]

Angel Cocoon

(Blame the brain rot. I watched Hazbin and had a dream about pathetic Adam and found myself deeply in love with this asshole. I did not expect it and I feel if I don't write I will explode so have this. Probably not my best work but it was stuck in my head all day at work; I have ideas for other stuff, including a more indepth fic (might be x reader, might be x oc, haven't decided yet). Hopefully this isn't too bad though

Update: Now with a sequel, whaaaaa? Angel Massages up and running

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Adam (damned pathetic man), angel!Reader

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Genre: Comfort, fluff (not smutty? For Adam? I'm impressed by myself sometimes)

Summary: Every morning this happens. You do not mind.)

Every morning you were thankful that heaven's temperature was always perfect. Because every morning you woke up in a state that could best be described as the Cocoon.

When you first started dating the egotistical, loud mouthed, foul mouthed, perverted asshole known as the leader of the exterminators, aka Adam the first man or “Dick Master” if he could ever get his way, you had expected a lot of things. Getting your ear talked off on a regular basis, all sorts of pet names running the gambit from honestly a bit sweet (what, you liked being called sugartits) to you're-lucky-i-don't-take-you-seriously-Adam (who calls their significant other a slut, really), being expected to go to most if not all of his music gigs, occasionally having your back blown out because damn could that man fuck, learning to find some of the stupidest things funny because he managed to make it so; these were things you expected or at least got better used to. It was sort of like dating a hyperactive teenager but nine feet tall and with the strength enough to swing around a guitar-axe like it was a pool noodle. You had not had a normal day since the moment you agreed to this and you had quickly realized that that was fine by you.

But this. This you did not expect. Every morning, every single morning because God forbid you be allowed to sleep alone, you woke up not to your room, not to the ceiling or the sunlight filtering through the window or even your blankets. No, instead you woke up to the first man, first of the human angels, curled around you like you were going to disappear if he didn't hold you as tight and completely as possible. To call what he did a koala hug would be a disservice and did nothing to describe this phenomena, which upon the first morning after you had fallen asleep in bed with him you had freaked out a little over. You still were startled every time you woke up to it since. It was more like what you coined it as: a cocoon, created by the combination of two factors.

One: Adam. He was of course much bigger than you, a giant among angels and that was how you liked it. After all who didn't daydream of climbing a tree once in a while? Except this tree loved to talk and could make you feel things you were pretty sure was very much not pure. You were a good, solid four feet shorter than him, almost half his size; this worked in your favor when you wanted to hide behind him because of some stupid prank or when you again decided to climb onto him or honestly generally being picked up by the troublemaking angel which he certainly liked to do. The other side was that when he curled up his body enough it could surround you with little effort at all. Those arms of his wrapped easily around you and you could feel the fraction of true strength with which he held you, still more than enough to hold you where you were. His legs were folded up just enough to cut off escape from below, leaving you cradled against his body. His head tucked down, buried in your hair, he was warm and hairy in multiple places, and if you were absolutely honest a little overweight for someone who lived in heaven of all places. But none of these things bothered you and in the position you were in, your head pressed against his bare chest, you could hear the ever surprising existence of a heartbeat within a long dead man's chest. You felt your own calm hearing it; you couldn't help but love it.

Two: his wings. Oh those beautiful golden appendages, almost as beautiful as those golden eyes of your idiot boyfriend's. The feathers shimmered and shone near enough to rival the sun and you could see them past your prison of Adam flesh. How he could sleep so peacefully with them wrapped around you both was a mystery you spend every morning contemplating; it could not possibly be comfortable. Your own shuddered lightly on your back in sympathy but trying to stretch yours only brushed them against his and his, as they always did when this happened, quaked but did not open. He slept with them wrapped around you two like an eggshell, encasing you both and leaving no escape all around.

You reached out by instinct, running your fingers lightly along the feathers. They too were warm and soft as down yet you knew how strong they truly were, how strong his wings were like all other parts of him.

Save maybe his psyche. You felt the feathers shiver under your touch and he made a noise in his sleep, nuzzling his face further into your hair, his arms holding tighter to you. You woke like this every morning, since the first time you'd fallen into bed with him, and at first it was a mystery why, like so many things about him. How could he be so loud, how could he be so crude, how could he be so rude. But bit by bit you'd learned and you had come to understand.

He held onto you like you might disappear. Somewhere deep down that's exactly what he feared would happen. You knew about Lilith, you knew about Eve, and you knew how to read subconscious messages. He encased you like he was afraid otherwise you'd slip away, that you'd leave, that you'd go too. You woke to your head against his chest; how often had he fallen asleep with his on yours? Adam was many things, and truthful about what was really going on in his head and heart was definitely not one of them, but it didn't take a genius to know why he hated letting you out of his sight. Why he always held you like this in his sleep. Why he got enraged whenever the idea of you ever meeting Lucifer Morningstar came up.

Could you blame him? You couldn't and nor could you resist a smile as you wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes and snuggling close to your ever-so-troublesome lover.

Sure you probably should get up soon but honestly it was hard to want to when you felt comfy right where you were. Besides it wasn't like you really minded all that much what would happen next after you both woke; he'd whine and you'd massage his sore wings. But you'd long since stopped trying to convince him to not sleep like that.

It was hard not to love being loved so deeply after all.

[imagination-phantom]

I like mah angels big, I like em chunky~

He’s like a Totoro with his big tummy. x\\\D

[ruinparadox]

Overlord husk with a shy reader that's super disgusted about her body but husk think her body is amazing and he got one way of showing it

Hey Anon, just a gentle reminder that my writing is mainly mlm, so I only write either male or gender neutral readers. I do not write female readers, so I’ll keep this one gender neutral if that’s alright?

Overlord Husk and his beautiful Monster

KRACKKK!!!

You don’t remember bringing up your arm to smash the vanity mirror in your room, but nevertheless, there it was. Your large hideous limb has shoved itself through the glass and maybe part of the wall, but you didn’t care. You just didn’t want to see yourself in the mirror anymore.

Your body slumps down and a few tendrils extend from your gooey body to your closet, dragging out a cloak and wrapping it around your body, obscuring your terrible form from the outside world.

When you woke up in hell, you found yourself completely different than how you were when you had been alive. Originally your body was plain, average, nothing to write home about but certainly not ugly. Now, here you were, stuck in a horrible afterlife with an even uglier body to boot. Somehow your had gained considerable amounts of weight, and you are entirely made of either slime, goo, or some other substance that you don’t care to think about right now. 

And that’s not even the worst of it. Your arm pulls itself out of the wall, glass shards harmlessly sliding out and falling to the floor. It's less that the glass stabbed you and more that your body just moved out of the way. You don’t feel solid or firm in any way, like you’re going to just fall into a puddle at any second. For all you know you might just evaporate tomorrow. Yet somehow you have stretch marks on your round body. Stretch marks on a liquid substance! How does that even work?!

This new body of yours is clearly tailor designed to make you as miserable as possible. And so, you deign to just sit there, in your room, being depressed on the ground as you fight to keep your sobs as quiet as possible while your tears stain the carpet before flowing back towards you. Can’t even keep yourself apart if you wanted.

Of course, you were supposed to be all dressed up and being Husk’s little side piece, so when you inevitably didn’t show up, his voice was right at your door, surprisingly not barging in with his usual fuck all attitude.

“Pet, it's Husk. You acceptin’ visitors right now?”

That bassy, baritone voice and its slight growl immediately got you to soften posture and you curled up just a bit less on the bathroom floor. You didn’t answer him, but he watched as the door opened and a small tendril slid away from the door knob and all the way to the bathroom door. 

Stepping inside, he immediately noted the shattered vanity mirror with the accompanying hole in the wall. He also noticed your closet door open and the cloak missing from its hanger. Sighing, he shut the door behind him, locking it and slowly striding towards the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Gently, he pushed his way in and sat down next to you, making sure to not touch or trigger you. You were clearly going through it right now and he didn’t want to make it any worse.

“You were supposed to be down at the tables with me a few hours ago. What’s wrong, doll? Tiffany bein’ a little bitch again?” He asked, his voice firm, but not commanding.

You shook your head and buried your face between your knees, looking little more than a miserable lump underneath the oversized cloth. 

“I saw the smashed mirror. It's your body, ain’t it?”

You didn’t answer but that told him what he needed to know. He always knew what was going on with you. All you had to do was breathe next to him and then he just reads you like a book. Slowly he stepped towards you and knelt down. He gently tried to pull your hood down, but you grabbed the cloth in protest. He stopped for a bit, but tried again, this time with you reluctantly letting go and the hood falling back, revealing your alligator-like head with at least 4 sets of eyes. You had no pupils but Husk could tell you were actively not looking at him, your interests squarely focused on everything but the one who owned you.

“I know you don’t like your body. Quite frankly, I understand that feelin’ better than most. I just hope you know, I think you’re the most beautiful demon in all of Hell. Even if you think you’re just a monster, you’re my monster and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” He said, bringing a paw up under your chin and guiding your face to look up at him.

His voice was so soothing and wonderful, your metaphorical heart was now beating in your chest, your goo beginning to warm up a bit. Husk could tell as he stood up and offered you his hand.

“Come on. Let me make you feel beautiful.” His pupils were wide, his tired old smile reaching past your walls and demanding your attention. Slowly, you took his hand and he helped you up, your cloak falling away and revealing your body to him. 

Gently, he guided you towards your bed, your heart beating faster and faster as you felt like you might start boiling at any moment. You were a few meters taller than Husk, so you sat down on and he started caressing your goo body. Gosh, his claws felt so good against you. A thought quickly accompanied by his lips closing the distance with yours.

You wrapped your arms around him, metaphorically melting into the gentle, almost chaste kisses he was giving you. Slowly but surely, you were remembering why you loved Husk. He was a grumpy old grouch, for sure, but he cared about you and always knew exactly what you needed, which is why you barely resisted when he carefully pushed your back onto the bed, crawling on top of you and lowering his kisses down to your neck.

You gasped and moaned, feeling his rough tongue gliding across your goo. Perhaps the one good thing about your body was that it still felt like yours, even if it disgusted you to no end. Still, he kept going and lowered himself to your juicy chest, making you arch your back in another moan while his lips wrapped around your unusually large nipple, his claws wrapping around your unattended one. 

You shuddered and whimpered, holding onto Husk’s back as he teased and stimulated your sensitive nubs. The cat relished in your noises, happily switching to your other nipple and making you squirm for just a bit longer before pulling away.

Your back laid flat on the bed, panting as your body felt like it was on fire. You noticed that Husk was smirking down at you and you raised a brow, slightly confused. It was then that you also saw that your nipples had bite marks around them. You let out a squeak and covered them. It did not escape your attention that your body wasn’t trying to correct their shape in any way. 

“Heh. You’re adorable when you’re all flustered for me.” That growl reached your ears and for once, you were thankful that your body was entirely made of goo for you couldn’t physically blush. Not that it prevented Husk from relishing in your embarrassment, anyway.

He didn’t even need to pull your arms as you harshly grabbed at the bed sheets, nearly tearing them to ribbons when you felt him grab your thick thighs and spread your legs, allowing him easy access to swirl his tongue around your sex. Your body bounced and jiggled with your squirming. How in the world was he so good at this?

"Nnh~. Husk…" Your calling out his name only encouraged him, his mouth moving even faster and sending stars and spots swimming across your vision while you restrained yourself from thrashing about in all the stimulation. 

It was barely a few minutes in before Husk had sent you over the edge and happily drank up your discharge while you clenched and throbbed in pure ecstasy. When he finally pulled away, you found yourself trembling after collapsing onto the bed.

You felt Husk admiring his handiwork and you turned your head away, attempting to close your legs before his hands stopped you. Once again, he guided your gaze back to his own and he pressed another kiss to your snout. 

“You ready for me, beautiful?” His wondrous hazel eyes gazed into yours, and this time you found yourself unable to look away. You’re not sure when he had discarded his clothing, but he was right on top of you, his cock already lubed up and pointed towards your entrance.

Admittedly, you were nervous, your body wracked with anxiety, but you nodded. The first thrust nearly blinded you with pleasure, your hands gripping Husk’s fur. He could have kept going, your goo body would have been unharmed if he had, but he stayed still inside you, allowing you to adjust for a few minutes.

Of course, when you finally gave him the signal that he could start moving again, that’s when the noise was being made. Any sense of restraint you could possibly have had now been tossed to the wayside, you unashamedly now calling Husk’s name and begging him to go faster and harder as you two rocked the bed. In turn, the cat was growling in your ear, praising you for being such a good pet for taking his cock amongst all manner of sweet nothings rumbling in his chest.

You heard a crack and the bed jostled a bit before going completely still. You would have said something, but oh, Husk just wouldn’t stop. He traced his claws over your stress marks before teasing the bite marks on your nipples, his thrusts getting faster and faster. You tightened around him, begging him to release inside you. He happily obliged, doing one final hard thrust into you and biting down on your shoulder. 

His cock and balls throbbed inside you, load after load flowing into you which your body happily absorbed, giving a nice white shine to your goo. You were utterly spent and exhausted, barely able to lift your arm. 

You felt Husk purring against your chest. Neither of you said anything, the only noise in the room being your heaving breaths. Looking over the edge of the bed, you realized that the noise from earlier was the bed frame breaking and slamming onto the floor. You turned to tell Husk about it, but found him sleeping against you, head nestled in right between your two melons and idly pawing at them in his sleep. 

Oh well, you could worry about the bed later. For now… you just wanted to be with him. Your opinion of your body hadn’t changed all that much, but at least you felt desirable cuddling him, right?

[royaltysuite]

I miss 'em..... I should write them...😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[self-indulgent-devils]

Chubby/Fat Reader (Valentino x Reader)

Hiiiiii!!! Wrote our first chubby/fat centered reader oneshot!!! I hope everyone likes it! We want more chubby/fat x reader fics since we are chubby ourselves. :3 So finally had the energy to write our first one, starting with our fave boy Valentino.

It's in my collection of Valentino fluff. These stories are more for asexual readers and focus more on relationship fluff, but I def wanna write more from other angles later on.

We were running out of energy through it so apologies if it's a bit rushed or meh halfway thru or near the end T.T We didn't want to leave it forgotten as a never finished draft so we really pushed to finish it.

Link below vvv :3

[cryptidghostgirl]

*Shuffles in* HEWWWOO

I GOT ANOTHER (I'm so sorry) Alastor x Chubby!Reader 😔

(This might seem weird and so so strange but I swear it's not perverted and shouldn't be seen as such)

Magic is in hell, yeah??? SOOO what if Alastor tries to his dark voodoo sprinkle magic but IT BACKFIRES or something while he tries to fix that one wall in the show that keeps getting destroyed or helping charlie with something 🤔 and he turns into A KID BUT A HUMAN KID BACK WHEN HE WAS ALIVE and everyone kinda justs bombards him with questions and comments (not Husk in the background smirking because Alastor is an asshole to him so he's planning all the ways he can get his revenge, Charlie freaking out, Angel cooing at his cuteness, vaggie cursing up a storm, niffty sulking because he's no longer a bad boy) and I would imagine that child Alastor is kinda like '🥹who are all these weird creatures, where am I, where's momma' ...😭 chaos ensues, Alastor just wants his momma so he's crying as loud as he can because 'I'm lost' (HES A MOMMAS BOY AND I FEEL AS A KID HE WAS INNOCENT AND SWEET) the hazbin hotel residents immediately try to calm him down but he only gets louder THEN LIKE AN ACTUAL ANGEL here comes reader back from shopping or waking up and is welcomed to all the commotion, and after making her presence known Alastor just sniffles at her, tears streaming down his face 😢 reader immediately going to tiny Alastor to help and tiny Alastor who thinks reader is a fairy? Angel?? Goddess?? Some warm welcoming figure that he's gonna marry (like playground kids sometimes do??) so he's calming when she goes to help him,' he's been kidnapped' looking back at the hazbin gang, more tears coming, reader immediately going into caretaker mode and cares for him throughout the whole ordeal, while Alastor gushes about his momma or talkinging readers ear off about anything and everything (Charlie figures out it only lasts all day somehow) so Alastor sticks with reader and helps her with her duties at the hotel, never leaving her side, at the end of the day before he goes to bed

Angel teases tiny Alastor about reader being his mommy que reader blushing and sputtering from reader only for Alastor to turn to Angel with disgust and determination on his face to proudly announce to Angel that reader is gonna be HIS WIFE INSTEAD only for husk to scoff in the background and says something about Alastor being a smiley freak or something for Alastor to doubt that reader will marry him, that thats never gonna happen, only for reader to kiss Alastor on the forehead and declare that that doesn't change anything because Alastor has always owned her heart, something sweet???? To reassure kid Alastor then reader takes Alastor to his hotel room to sleep, to later on in the night to sneak into readers bed because 'momma cuddles with me till I fall asleep', sleepy cuddles, soothing humming for child Alastor to ask before he falls asleep if reader really will marry him when he's older and Reader half asleep herself and full of love for the man he'll grow to be says yes, but to take her out first or get her flowers ya know???

When reader wakes the next morning to flowers surrounding her bed and her favorite breakfast presented to her with a bashful adult Alastor saying he's kept his side of the deal now its readers turn, readers faces lights up and smiles big enough to hurt her cheeks and they date and get married ☺️😣

(I'm sorry it's a weird request and soooooo fucking long but .....please..)

A/N I literally love you and your requests. Hi. Also I am making her a rabbit again because I feel like that would be something that a kid would not find scary and would be very excited about as a demon form.

Mishap of Magic (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Nothing except that Alastor is a little kid for most of this fic.

Word Count: 3,463

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It wasn't the first time it had happened to Alastor but, it had certainly been a while since the last time he'd had to deal with such an issue. Magic was a fickle thing, obstinate at the best of times. He had found a certain agreement of sorts with the metaphysical but, it still backfired on occasion.

Alastor had been trying to fix the wall -- the fucking wall. Somehow, every time there was an issue with the hotel, this same exterior wall was involved. It was inconceivable and deeply irritating, especially now that it had been the trigger. Alastor could feel the world shifting, feel himself shrinking and then, nothing.

"Uh, what the fuck?" Vaggie broke the silence, stress seeping into her voice.

"Oh my gosh! Vaggie!" Charlie exclaimed, grabbing onto her girlfriend's arm and shaking it violently, a bright smile lighting up her face, "He looks like a little kid!"

"Damn," Angel laughed lightly, "who woulda guessed the strawberry pimp was actually a cute at one point in time."

Alastor looked around in confusion. A tangle of limbs, wild creatures and bright colors. Husk smirked, trying to hold a derisive laugh at bay as he placed a bottle on the shelf of the bar.

"Charlie," Vaggie sighed, turning to her overexcited partner who at the moment was cooing over how small Alastor had become, "you do realize we have to change him back."

All the joy fell from Charlie's face in an instant.

"Hey, uh, little guy?" Pentious began, awkwardly advancing towards Alastor, "You wouldn't happen to know how we can fix this? I-"

"Stay away!"

His voice was small and shrill, panicked as Alastor backed away from Pentious' advancement. Sir Pentious stopped in his tracks and Charlie let go of Vaggie, coming up beside him.

"It's okay, Alastor." she said in a tone of voice that was trying very hard to be everything except for panicked, which is what it actually was, "He's not going to attack you.''

It became evident almost immediately that that had in fact been the wrong thing for Charlie to say. Alastor's eyes filled with sudden tears.

"Where... stay away from me!" he exclaimed, "My momma told me not to talk to strangers."

Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a glance and Charlie sighed.

"We're not strangers, we're you're friends. I am Charlie, that is Vaggie, Husk is in the bar, this is Angel, and here is Sir Pentious. Remember?"

"I don't know any of you scary things!" Alastor exclaimed, tears beginning to drip from his wide, wet eyes and roll down his cheeks, "I... I want my mommy. Where is my mommy?"

"Oh! No no no!" Charlie exclaimed, trying to reach a comforting hand out to the child but he backed away again.

"Where is my mama!" he yelled, now absolutely sobbing, "I want... I want..."

He sniffled, trying to catch his breath as he looked frantically around the room. Charlie turned to Vaggie, pulling at her hair.

"What do we do!" she asked her girlfriend who shrugged, as much at a loss of how to handle the situation as her partner was.

"Man, if I 'da known he was this cute and... and frail under that whole persona all along." Angel sighed wistfully, crossing his lower set of arms.

This time Husk really couldn't stop the laugh that left him. Before anyone could ask what was so funny, if he knew anything about what was going on, the doors to the hotel opened and Y/n waltzed in. Her arms were laden with bags and she wore a bright, sunny smile.

"Al!" she called out, closing the door gently behind her, "You'll never guess what I found at the market!"

"Um, Y/n?" Sir Pentious tentatively began, taking a step towards her as she turned to the group.

"Fresh strawberries!"

As her eyes fell on the scene before her, the smile fell from her face, replaced with an expression of alarm. The bags fell from her grasp, spilling groceries across the floor as she rushed to the young Alastor's side. His mouth was slightly open, tears still falling openly from his eyes, as she crouched before him. The white skirt of her dress pooled gently on the floor around her feet as she raised a handkerchief to his face, gently patting his cheeks with its edge.

"What on earth is going on?" she asked softly, her voice laced delicately with concern.

"Well, Alastor was fixing the wall and then he just... poofed? I don't know! We don't know what happened and we don't know how to fix it and he keeps asking for his mom and... and... and..." Charlie trailed off, looking around helplessly at her companions.

Y/n's gentle gaze never once left Alastor's. She smiled softly at him.

"I see, are you lost?"

Alastor nodded weakly, sniffing once.

"And there are all these big scary monsters around!" he told her.

"Ah, I see." Y/n sagely replied, "Am I a big scary monster too?"

She didn't mean it in any way except as an attempt to assess the situation further. Alastor's cheeks flushed slightly pink as he shook his head, looking away bashfully. Y/n smiled softly, turning his face gently back to her.

"Would you like to stay with me until we can figure out what is going on?"

The tears had stopped now and Alastor nodded enthusiastically. Y/n dabbed the last remains of saltwater from his cheeks, slipping the handkerchief into her pocket. In a single, swift and practiced motion, Y/n lifted Alastor up, resting him on her hip. His hands immediately went to one of her floppy ears, running his little hands over it in awe.

"Bunny." he stated and Y/n nodded.

"Yeah, I am just like a bunny, okay?"

Alastor met her eyes.

"You're pretty like a bunny too!" he announced proudly and Y/n felt her cheeks grow slightly warm.

"Ah, what a little charmer." she noted, tapping his nose lightly and Alastor giggled.

"How are you so good with him?" Angel asked and Y/n turned towards him as Alastor continued to fiddle with her ear.

"What do you mean?"

"He just kept crying when we were trying to help."

Y/n shrugged slightly.

"I was the oldest growing up. I always had to take care of my baby cousins and stuff like that. Besides, little kids are the sweetest a this age!"

Angel's eyes flicked between Y/n and her enthusiasm and little Alastor who seemed absolutely awestruck in her arms.

"Yeah." he scoffed, "That is all it is."

"Now, Alastor." Y/n hummed, turning to face the boy who immediately met her gaze, his earnest air only endearing her to him further, "I have some work to get done, I cook here at the hotel. Do you want to come help me?"

"Uh-huh." he nodded vigorously and Y/n smiled.

"Well, that's a relief cause, you know, I could really use your help."

"Really?"

Alastor's eyes lit up at the notion, that she needed him, that it wasn't just an empty offer.

"Yeah I could." Y/n confirmed, "How else am I supposed to know if the fruit is ripe or the meal is good if you don't try it for me first?"

Alastor giggled and Y/n turned, glancing at her bags still splayed out on the floor.

"Pen, can you help me with these?"

Immediately, the snake demon agreed, grabbing the fallen produce and placing it back into the bags before hoisting them onto his shoulders. The trio had made it about halfway across the lobby to the service door that lead to the kitchen when Y/n paused, looking back at Charlie over her shoulder.

"Charls, I'd quiz Husk about this if I were you." she advised gently, "He seems far too pleased at the situation to not know exactly what is going on."

The day sped by in a whirl of something akin to unbound joy. It was a peaceful reminder of the person she had been to take care of Alastor like this. They had always been close, he didn't own her soul or anything but Y/n and Alastor had been friends for years. When he had asked her to come help out at the hotel, she had jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him after so many years.

Despite their closeness, neither knew all too much about the other. There was always an unspoken barrier of sorts in the way. For Y/n, it was a mild attraction to the man. He was a moralist at heart with a strict code completely of his own he always stuck to and Y/n admired him for that. She wasn't sure what the disconnect was on Alastor's side but, in the moment, she didn't care. She had learned more about the man through this strange experience than she had ever hoped to, it was a gift.

It was his capacity for love, she realized as she lead him into the lobby to say his goodnights. Y/n had never realized how deeply Alastor cared about the people in his life or the world around him, he hid it so well as an adult. Child Alastor had no pretenses, he was completely and entirely himself with nothing held back. In a weird way, it almost strengthened the feelings she had for him as an adult, being allowed to experience him like this.

All day, he had trailed after her, doing his absolute best to complete every task she assigned him and talking all the while about how much he loved his home and his mom. It was sweet, it was endearing, it was verging on dangerous. Y/n tried not to think about it as she held his small hand.

The pair came to a stop by the bar where the rest of the hotel's residents were sharing a drink. Charlie had found out earlier from Husk that this change in Alastor should only last a day and Y/n found herself nearly morose at the idea. She loved Alastor as a man, respected him, but he lost that openness he had had as a child, she realized. It was a shame that come sunrise, she wouldn't be able to have such open communication with the man again, a shame that the only open communication she would ever have with him was when he was a child incapable of adult though. Y/n squeezed his hand gently.

"Let's say goodnight, okay?"

Alastor looked doubtfully up at Y/n, still put off by the rest of the gang.

"They're your friends, I promise. Would I lie to you?"

Alastor thought it over before shaking his head slightly. He turned to face the group.

"Good night." he announced, his voice trembling just the slightest bit.

"Good job." Y/n hummed and Alastor smiled in pride.

"Damn, is this how you guys always are?" Angel laughed, taking a sip from his drink, evidently already intoxicated, "I mean, I knew you were friends before you came here, but are you always such a mom to him?"

"No!" Y/n indignantly replied, her cheeks flushing slightly pink, "We're just friends."

"Nah," Angel smirked after a moment, "you're totally his mom."

Y/n opened her mouth to reply when Alastor let go of her hand, stepping in front of her with his hands on his hips.

"Y/n is not my mom." he insisted to Angel who raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, then what is she?" the spider demon asked and Y/n glared at him.

"Y/n is the prettiest ever and when I grow up she's gonna be my wife!" Alastor proudly announced, "She is nice and gives the best hugs."

Angel and Husk both broke out into peals of laughter.

"Like you could land a girl like her." Husk scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Alastor asked, his words slurring slightly together from exhaustion.

"Hate to break it to you kid, but when you grow up, your creepy ass could never."

Alastor frowned deeply at this remark. He looked back at Y/n, his eyes bleeding helplessness. She felt her heart crack and crouched down beside him. Tucking his hair behind his ears, Y/n placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Don't listen to Husk." she smiled gently at him, "You have always had a place in my heart."

Alastor's face lit up at this and he turned back to Husk. Taking Y/n's hand back in his, he stuck his tongue out at the cat demon who rolled his eyes in response.

Once up in Alastor's room, Y/n tucked him in to bed and told him a story. Alastor's sleepy eyes struggled to stay open and when she moved to leave, it took some convincing to make him let go of her arm. With promises she would see him first thing in the morning, Y/n let the door close gently behind her and let out a sigh. She had forgotten how much work kids could be, she was exhausted.

She had barley made it back to her room, barley crawled into bed, when there was a soft knock at her door. With a sigh, she threw the covers from her legs and walked to the door, opening it with an irritated expression which softened the moment she saw who stood on the other side.

"What's going on, honey?" she asked, crouching down to Alastor's level and cupping his cheek gently in her soft hand.

"I can't sleep." he bashfully replied, "Momma cuddles me until I fall asleep."

"I see." Y/n hummed, getting to her feet and stepping to the side so he could enter.

Alastor looked up at Y/n in doubt and she gave him a nod of encouragement. It was all he needed to rush into the room and jump up onto her bed, snuggling down into the pile of covers. Y/n watched him for a moment, smiling softly, before closing the door and joining him.

Immediately, Alastor wrapped himself in her arms, snuggling into her chest. Y/n was frozen for a moment in indecision, but tiredness prevailed and in her sleepy state, all that mattered was that it was Alastor. Her oldest friend, the one who had never failed her. She pulled him close, resting her chin on his head.

"You're so comfy." Alastor mumbled through a yawn and Y/n chuckled.

"Its because I know how to enjoy all that life and the afterlife has to offer." she hummed softly in response, her breath tickling the top of his head, "Most men would prefer someone who looks different than me but, luckily I am not existing for men."

The pair fell silent for a moment. Sleep pulled at the edges of Y/n's ears, dragging her eyelids down. She hummed a gentle tune, a lullaby she had long since forgotten the words to but that she could hear her own mother in.

"Well, those men are stupid." Alastor grumpily replied, maneuvering himself around in Y/n's grasp so he faced her, "You look like a fairy."

Y/n cracked her eyes open, ruffling Alastor's hair slightly.

"Why thank you, I do try." she smiled.

"And I meant it."

"Meant what?"

Her eyes were closed again, her voice dreamy.

"When I grow up, I am going to marry you."

"Oh, are you now."

"Yes." Alastor insisted, and in his insistence, through the shrillness of his childlike tone, Y/n could hear him as an adult, as the man she knew, "When I am grown up, I am going to ask you to marry me. Will... you would say yes, right?"

Who would have guessed, the feared and decisive Radio Demon could doubt. Y/n smiled.

"Well, you can't just ask a girl to marry you right off the bat."

"You can't?"

There was a genuine confusion in his voice, Y/n had expected nothing less from a child. Still, she couldn't help but view him through the lens of his adult self in this moment. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the proximity, the dark, how lovely he was when he had nothing to protect himself from, when he did not yet know of the filter he needed in order to conduct himself in the world and not get fucked over by it.

"Nope." Y/n shook her head slightly.

"Why not?"

"Well, you have to court her first."

"Court her?"

"You know, ask her on dates, buy her flowers: woo her."

"Well then I will do that too."

The last thing Y/n remembered before the world gave way to sleep was Alastor asking what her favorite flower was.

"Hyacinths." she had told him, "The purple ones. But don't you dare buy them for me unless you have something to apologize for because they ask for forgiveness. Instead, buy me peonies, they are for new love."

The heat of Hell's false sun was what woke her. Y/n grumbled, rolling over in bed, the course of the day before re-materializing in her head. She smiled softly at the memory, a certain sadness creeping in at the fact that she would probably never be that vulnerable with the man again.

A faint, almost peppery smell reached her nose and Y/n cracked her eyes open. Around her was a world of soft pinks and whites, cascading petals and the most beautiful display of protracted death. She gasped slightly, sitting up in bed. Looking around her small room, she realized it was filled to the brim with peonies in different stages of life. As her eyes traveled to the foot of the bed, she found Alastor standing there, his cheeks flushed and a tray in his hands. On the tray was a stack of pancakes, all cut into the shape of flowers to match. Y/n laughed lightly, smiling up at him from where she sat in bed.

"What's all this?" she asked and his cheeks grew brighter still.

Alastor looked away, clearing his throat.

"I'm keeping my side of the deal."

Y/n searched her mind, looking for any trace of what he could possibly mean.

"The deal... oh!" it suddenly hit her, the sleep riddled conversation they had had the night before.

Her cheeks flushed pink, mirroring his and picking up the colors of the flowers he had surrounded her with. She smiled brightly at Alastor, pulling herself from the bed. The hem of her nightgown rippled gently against her legs as she approached him. With grace, she plucked a strawberry from the plate and popped it in her mouth.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" she grinned coyly up at him.

Alastor rolled his eyes.

"I'm... doing the things so... just..."

"Alastor."

"What?"

His discomfort was palpable, unfamiliar. She reveled in it.

"Do you actually like me?"

"I thought I told you. You know, when-"

"I thought that was just mindless chatter." she interrupted, "Little kids are always saying stuff like that."

"Well, I wasn't."

Y/n laughed and Alastor placed the tray carefully on the edge of the bed, turning back to her.

"Did I misinterpret what you said?"

"Not at all." Y/n said, taking a step closer to him.

"So you will marry me?"

She laughed again, she couldn't help herself. Y/n could tell that if Alastor was able to do anything but smile, he would be scowling at her reaction to his sincere question.

"Ask me out on a date."

"Bu-"

"Ask me out on a date!" she insisted and Alastor sighed.

"Fine. Would you..." he took a deep breath, nerves running wild, "would you like to go out... with me..."

"Oh wow, so confident." Y/n teased.

"Y/n." Alastor warned and her smile widened even further.

"Yes, Al. Yes, Alastor, I would love to go out on a date with you."

"Wait, really?"

"Yes." Y/n nodded, her hands clasped behind her back as she swayed slightly on her feet, "I will."

Before she could register what was happening, Y/n was in Alastor's arms. He lifted her off her feet, spinning her around.

"Wait!" she shrieked, "Alastor, put me down! Aren't I too heavy?"

"Not at all, my dear." he hummed, holding her close now.

"Still, put me down!" she bashfully requested and at last he conceded, her feet finding the cool of the wood once again, "How long have you been... you know."

"That, my dear, is for me to know."

He tapped her nose gently and one of her ears shifted in response. Y/n crossed her arms.

"Not fair." she whined.

"Eat." Alastor commanded, unable to be moved on this point, "Meet me downstairs after. We're going out."

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@willowshadenox @i-love-jafar @elfyeet 

@reader3

[swagyalastorwife]

Arcane girls x chubby!reader

Author's notes : hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️ so i know i didn't do every Arcane girl, i just did my favorit girls but if you want other characters tell me ❤️

⚠️warning⚠️: suggestive vocabulary and cuteness!!!!!! (^-^)/❤️I had this idea and I said why not write it down~? tell me if you want the same thing with another character ⚠️AND ALL BODIES ARE DIFFERENT AND PERFECT ⚠️

And sorry for the spelling mistakes 😅

vi🥊

♤ To be honest she doesn't care about your weight at all, she loves you as you are and finds you perfect!

♤ She loves to cuddle you and hold you in her arms, you remind her of a teddy bear.

♤ Her favorite part of your body is clearly your belly I can imagine her laying her head on it and falling asleep peacefully.

♤ And in the "hottest" moments her favorite part is your butt or your thighs, she will grab them firmly and place kisses on them and will probably leave some marks

♤ If one day she discovers that you are insecure about a part of your body she will be literally outraged, and will do everything to reassure you telling you how much she loves you and finds you perfect

"what! baby you are insecure about {your insecurity} but they are so perfect, come here we will fix it ~"

♤ She will grab your insecurity and cover it with kisses and compliment you on your body because you are perfect as you are and she loves you more than anything

jinx🎨💣

♡ She doesn't give a damn, to be honest she didn't even notice it.

♡ And SHE loves your hugs she will probably be attached to you like a koala.

♡ Her favorite part of your body is your chest she loves to rest her head on it

♡ During your cuddle sessions she will rest her head on your chest or in the hollow of your neck and will fall asleep in less than 20 seconds

♡ If she discovers that you are insecure about a part of your body she will be very confused she finds you perfect and she doesn't understand why you are insecure

♡ She loves your stretch marks!

♡ Ok to understand me better imagine this:

~ in the evening while you and jinx are lying in your bed cuddling each other jinx runs her fingers over your stretch marks to try to make you fall asleep....~

{Haaa it's so cute}

♡ But is sure is that she loves you and wants your happiness more than anything!

Caitlyn🗡

"YOU ARE PERFECT!"

◇ She tells you EVERY DAY and she really means it.

◇ She is proud of you and proud to have you in her life, you are literally her reason for living

◇ She loves to hold you in her arms too, she will surely be the big spoon to be able to better feel each part of your body.

◇ If one day she discovers that you have an insecurity, she will not understand and will think that it is her fault, will think that she has not told you enough that you are beautiful, so prepare yourself to have a lot more compliments.

◇ Her favorite part of your body is your neck she loves to put her head there and smell you, but she also really likes your ass she will NEVER admit it because she does not want to make you uncomfortable with these thoughts .... obscene?

◇ But one thing is sure is that she loves you! never doubt it

I hope you like it , if you want other characters tell me ❤️!!!

[selineram3421]

*stumbles in and door slams into the wall* Ding-dong💘

Soft Love

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ food mention-desserts and strawberries, hurt/comfort, italics=thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, mention of cannibalism, slight implied/suggestive ⚠

Life in Hell was hectic.

Love in Hell? Nearly impossible to find.

Especially if its real.

Alastor knew you as the kind, soft demon that everyone got along with in the hotel staff.

Kind even to him.

Your work at the hotel was mostly in the arts. The Princess has you in the therapy area to help sinners express their emotions with different mediums.

Such an interesting demon you were with many hobbies. Painting, singing, dancing, baking, designing, cooking, knitting, photography, drawing. The list could go on possibly for a while, you haven't shared all of them.

He was curious, wondering exactly what damned you to Hell.

"Alastor!"

Speak of the devil, you called.

"Yes dear?", he looked up from his book.

He sat on the lobby couch that was just across the bar, patiently waiting for you to speak.

"Could you try something for me? I made some lava cake for desert but I want to make sure yours is the right amount of bitter."

Yes, you were also very considerate and attentive.

"Of course dear!", he stood from the couch and whisked his book away into the shadows. "You know I always look forward to your baking."

He followed behind you, smiling a little wider at the pep in your step.

The Radio Demon knew that he had feelings for you. It took him a while to come to terms with it but let it happen anyway.

You were also the only person that he touched (respectfully) often. Holding your hand, linking your arms together, squishing your cheeks, holding you close for a dance. All excuses just to feel your warmth and softness.

Sure, he's let his friend Rosie touch him but she knew that he didn't like physical contact too often unless it was needed for dancing.

"I made your cake less sweet too!", you turned to look back at him with a smile.

"I appreciate it."

Once both of you entered the kitchen, you showed him the cakes and got out two different chocolate mixes.

"The lighter one is the sweetest, and the darker one is quite bitter.", you placed the bowls on the counter. "I actually want to try it with strawberries too.."

"Sounds appetizing!", he stepped closer and placed his hand on your lower back, leaning forward. "I wouldn't mind having a bite."

You blushed and avoided his gaze.

How adorable.

"I'll get a spoon for you to try the chocolate.", you said before walking out of his hold and over to the drawers near the door.

One thing he noticed was that when it came to his touch, you'd shy away. When he gave you compliments regarding your appearance, you would brush him off or put yourself down.

It upset him greatly.

Somewhat impatient, he swiped up some of the dark chocolate with his finger and tasted it.

"Alastor!"

Like a child, he quickly held his hands behind his back as if to hide something.

"Yes?"

You sighed and got a napkin before walking up to the red man.

"No use in hiding what you did.", you held out your hand.

"But I'm not hiding anything.", he shows you his hands by placing them on yours. "See?"

You hum and pull him down by his hands. "You've got chocolate on the side of your lip deer.", you point out and laugh.

He let's you clean him up with the napkin.

When you pull back, he stops you by taking a hold of your hand with the napkin. Calling your name, the Radio Demon looks you in the eye.

"I have a question for you"

"What is it?", you ask.

"Why is it that whenever I give you a compliment, you disregard it?"

In a second you stiffened and stared at him wide eyed.

"W-what? I don't do that..", you tried to pull away.

Alastor places a kiss on your fingers, still not letting go of your hand.

"Don't lie to me my dear, I always remember everything about you."

You look away with a sigh.

The frown on your face makes his unbeating heart ache.

"I don't like to talk about it.", you say and pull away.

Instead of leaving, you move the bowls and hop onto the counter to sit. Then you take a moment before speaking.

"I wasn't always treated right because of how big I looked.", you said with a sad smile. "I wasn't beauty standard perfect, or had a body that someone could ogle."

The red demon listened.

"When I did get into a relationship, it wasn't good. I was belittled, abused, and cheated on. But I still loved with my whole being..", you moved your hands onto your lap. "I was stabbed to death by them."

Alastor had to hold back his anger.

He wanted to find the person who dared treat you like nothing. To torture and rip them apart. To eat them alive.

"Silly, isn't it?", you smiled sadly, staring down at your hands. "Its what got me killed in the first place but yet I'm still chasing after it."

The Radio Demon slowly took your hands and gently rubbed them.

"You just put your heart in the wrong hands.", he said and lifted your hands to kiss your knuckles. "If I was the one who you loved, you wouldn't have to worry about any affairs."

He kissed the inside of your wrist.

"I'd compliment you everyday."

You were blushing madly at this point, too shocked and flustered to stop him.

He kissed your shoulder.

"I would never hurt you.", he says and kisses your cheek before whispering. "Unless you asked me to."

"Alastor-", you got one of your hands out of his hold to cover your mouth and some of your red face.

He leans back a bit to get a good look at you.

"I don't know how they couldn't see you for who you are. You're absolutely divine and worth so much more than anything anyone else could offer me."

You were tearing up at this point, still covering your mouth.

Carefully, the deer demon moved your hand away and caressed the side of your face. Wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

"I love you."

You start tearing up more and he sees them start running down, some wetting his hand.

"I love all of you.", he smiles genuinely. "And if anyone dared try to insult or belittle you again, I'll make sure to torture them a million times over until you ask me to stop."

You've begun to quietly sob, wiping your tears as best as you could with your free hand.

"May I kiss you?"

You laugh at that.

"I'm a mess!", you say with a breathy laugh before sniffling.

"No, you're adorable.", he kisses the top of your head.

He let's you take a minute to calm down and helps you wipe your tears and snot away.

"Can you ask again?", you give him a shy smile.

"May I kiss you?", his smile widens.

"Yes please."

Both of you share a soft but long kiss.

I found the merch!

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

None for right now until I can fix how to add more tags.

ML for Alastor🎙

Extra:

You confess to Alastor that you've had a crush on him for quite a while.

"How long?", he asks, deer ears perked up.

"Uh..haha.", you look away with a blush. "After a week of joining the hotel.."

Doing the math, he realized that you've fancied him four months before he started growing feelings for you.

"Is that why you would ask what my favorite meals are? And how much sweetness I could tolerate?"

You nod.

"I can't believe how oblivious I've been. You've been gifting and making things for me.", his deer ears droop down and his brows furrow. "I must make up for all the time you spent on me."

"It's alright love.", you smiled.

"No, you can't change my mind.", he says and steals a kiss. "I'm going to spoil you."

🫀

[dragovegogrimborn]

I spent the better part of two hours digitally drawing my Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel OC, this is the first time I've truly drawn her and feel like I've gotten it right. Her design was inspired by a Deaths Head HawkMoth, specifically the plushy version.

[ruinparadox]

I've read your husk beauty and the beast story and i raise you a cinderella story ? were the reader is in abusvie and controlling relationship with one of the vees and angel being the good friend he is decides to dress you up and take you to the casino were you catch overlord husk eye and then you have to go but you lose a necklace at the casino and lets just say when husk finds it your in for a wild ride

I’ve had two Cinderella requests sitting in my inbox for weeks now and I’m so sorry I’m only just getting to them now. Things have been hectic and everything and I can only hope I have more time for writing.

Special Necklace (Overlord!Husk x M!Reader)

Living with the Vees is absolutely awful. Each and every one of them are the worst kinds of bosses you could ask for. Vox, the Tv headed businessman overworks and underpays his staff, Valentino sexually assaults and beats his porn stars, and although Velvette is the most reasonable of the three, she’s very short tempered and she’ll add you to her list of experiments without hesitation. She’s certainly not above using her love potions to make you obedient should you act out against her.

Luckily, today she doesn’t feel like harassing you for whatever reason. She never shared her plans with you to avoid you planning on trying anything. So now you’re just sitting in your dressing room, finding it impossible to relax at all since Velvette has a nasty habit of just appearing right next to you and dragging you off somewhere whenever she wants. Better not even pick up the sewing kit, might as well just disassociate and stare at the wall until she gets back.

Of course, that’s what you plan to do until a small knock at your door catches your attention. Briefly, your fur flares up before you realize that Velvette never knocks before entering. She usually just kicks it open already mid sentence about whatever it is that’s angering her at the moment.

Tentatively, you get up from your bed and walk over to the door. Slowly, you pull it open to see Angel’s face smirking down at you.

“Angel? What are you–?”

“Hey, baby! Ya said ya wanted to pay me for a night of fun earlier, right?” He winks at you, it becoming more apparent how strained his smile was.

Getting the hint you quickly let him inside and he nearly slams the door behind him, locking it. He looks to be in a hurry, closing the curtains in your window and checking around for any cameras. Luckily for you, Velvette never approved of Vox putting cameras in her side of the studio, however Vox wouldn’t budge on the issue so the only camera in her department was in the main runway.

“What are you doing here? I thought Valentino was making you record all day?” You asked, clearly worried about the very idea of the stinky stick bug showing up at your room. Everyone knows very well what his idea of fun is, and as friendly as you are with Angel, you really wouldn’t appreciate it if he was bringing him to what little personal space you had.

“Recording was cancelled early today! I just overheard Val talkin’ with Vox. All three Vees are going out on a vacation for the next week! They’ve been plannin’ this for months and we’re gonna take advantage of it!” Angel says in hushed excitement.

“What? Leave the tower? Are you mad?!” You ask, briefly turning to the window, almost anticipating that Velvette would be there listening in on you two.

“Like you haven’t done that before. Listen, I’ve been seeing you around and you look even more miserable than usual. So we’re gonna get you out of here for a night!” Angel makes his way toward your closet, knowing that the one saving grace within your relationship to Velvette was that she let you wear whatever you wanted as long as you two weren’t out in public. A small comfort that was often accompanied by her disgust.

“Did I forget to mention they also aren’t taking us with them? And let’s be real, none of the other fuckers in the tower are gonna rat us out so we’ll have all the time we need.” Of course, he’s right about that. Even just talking to the Vees is a nigh guaranteed method of being shot with an angelic bullet. But that doesn’t make the sneaking out stint any less crazy.

“But what about–?!”

“Nuh uh! We ain’t doin’ any o’ that overthinkin’ bullshit here. We’re gonna put ya in ya best dress, and you are gonna go enjoy yourself at a party bein’ held down at the local casino. Run by some dude named Husker or whatever. Now, come on!” Immediately he’s already pulled several of your dresses out of the closet and placed them on the couch.

“Should we really be doing this now, though? What if Velvette walks in on us?” You ask, walking over to the door and briefly peeking through the surprisingly old fashioned keyhole in the door handle.

“Will you relax? They already left.” Angel grimaces down at a bright yellow dress and tosses it back into the classes.

You blink in confusion. “They have? But Velvette hasn’t even sent a text or anything.” You look down at your phone, the last text being sent yesterday and it was her demanding you clean her room. She was insistent about it as well.

Angel scoffs. “Please. You really think she’s gonna tell you that she plans to leave ya unsupervised for the next 24 hours? No, what she wants is for you to sit here all day and stew in ya misery until she gets back. Which is precisely why ya gonna go to that party.” He finally finds one of your dresses that strikes his fancy.

“Ah, this one is sure to turn heads. No one’s gonna recognize ya in this, right?” It was a long slim single strap black dress and ankle length with a bejeweled pattern around the belly. You remember liking how it looked on you the first time you tried it, but Velvette never brings you anywhere to warrant actually wearing it.

“Nah. Not like Velvette’s been showing me off to anyone, right?” You joke a bit grimly. 

“Perfect! And because it’s a masquerade party for whatever reason, with me there, no one important is gonna get you in trouble with Velvette.” He immediately pulls out a crow themed mask, complete with two purple feathers at its right side, along with a pair of stark black heels engraved with a lavender flower pattern. Angel gasped. “Its just like cindy rellie or whateva the fuck her name was.”

“Wait, you’re coming with me?”

“Well, duh! Someone’s gotta distract any paparazzi that might be hangin’ about to keep ya from makin’ the front page! I’m gonna go in first and get their attention, then you’re gonna sneak in while they’re busy flashin’ them cameras. We’ll meet up at the food bar and pretend we don’t know each other. It’ll also be a good way to check in on each other. I swear, we’re gettin’ ya a dance partner by the end of the night.” He holds the outfit he’s chosen out to you, a confident smile on his face.

You roll your eyes, taking the clothes from him. “Fine. I suppose there’s worse things we could do.” 

Angel cheers and you two spend the next few minutes getting dressed. How in the world Angel is capable of holding an entire dress in his chest fluff is anyone’s guess, but you turn away to slide into your little number. Seeing yourself in the vanity mirror a small feeling of joy passes through you. The dress is a slim fit so it's snug against your body, accentuating your round belly, tree trunk limbs, and sizable chest. Funny how Velvette made this dress, deemed it to be trash, and yet you feel so confident in it when she’s not around.

Angel gives you a knowing smirk but doesn’t say anything. Instead, both of you wordlessly sneak out of your window. With there being no cameras in Velvette’s side of the tower, that also extended to the alleyways outside of it. Velvette was pretty insistent to Vox about it, something about, “Not wanting any footage of her models getting leaked.” She was pretty intense about it, too. Then again, you doubted she actually knew how to relax.

A few minutes of walking and you were outside the casino, named “Liquid Gold.” And as Angel predicted, there were paparazzi everywhere. You immediately recognized the Voxtek branded cameras. This isn’t good. If Vox finds out you were here, he could blackmail you under threat of Velvette and whatever punishment she could imagine for you.

Suddenly, Angel turns to you, shoving an all too familiar box into your paws. “What the–?! Where did you get this? This is my special necklace!” You demand, opening the box, seeing the shining golden chain with a pear cut Tanzanite.

“I got it last minute. I wanted to put it on ya but we were already walkin’ and shit. Now, as planned, I distract, you sneak inside. Knowin’ these guys I’ll be occupied for a bit, so don’t wait for me.”

“Wha– Now wait just a second!” But before you can say anything else, Angel’s already turned the corner and is strutting his way to the crowd of cameras, all of them immediately focused on him the first syllable that drops from his mouth. He stands at the edge of the sidewalk, the camera flashes turned away from the entrance. 

You sigh and clasp the necklace around your neck, making sure to smooth out your fur to prevent it from catching in the chain. As casual as possible, you walk from around the corner and up to the entrance. Not a single camera looks your way and you spot Angel blowing a kiss at you with a wink, natural enough that anyone would assume it was nothing more than a pose for the cameras.

Returning his gesture with a smile, you hurry inside, the doors closing behind you and officially leaving you to navigate the party on your own. You're greeted by a grand and lavish room, decorated with bright lights, sensual dancers, booze of every kind of vice you can imagine, betting tables and card games, as well as a large empty space of hardwood floor that was populated with dancers.

You take a breath. Okay, you can do this. Just project confidence. And so, you begin mimicking Angel’s cat walk as best as you can on your way to the long tables covered in plates of food. Though, perhaps your walk is a bit more subdued since you’re trying not to attract attention to yourself for the moment.

You quickly find a plate and cover it in small bits of food from the nearest charcuterie board. Maybe a cupcake or two. Velvette never let you eat anything too substantial with all her talk about not ruining your figure. Bold of her to try and make you think she even remotely cares about your body outside of testing her terrible fashion sense on it.

You don’t have enough money for this level of gambling, you also don’t have a dance partner yet, and it's perhaps not the best idea to drink anything for now since a hangover would be a dead giveaway that you had been outside of the tower.

Making your way to an out of the way alcove lined with load bearing pillars, you lean on one, admiring the scenery while idly snacking away at your plate, the small bits of food popping into your mouth without incident from the toothpick you were using.

A deep, rumbly voice pipes up next to you, accompanied by a particularly large presence. “Beautiful, ain’t it?” You don’t turn to face them, needing to play it cool lest someone discover your reason for being here.

“It’s nice, I suppose.” Such riveting conversation. Ah, yes, the definition of social mannerisms everyone. 

“Not up to your standards I take it?” The question almost feels defensive if not interrogative which puts you slightly on edge.

“No, it's nice. I guess I just don’t have much experience with more fancy parties. Not really sure what opinion I should have here since I’m mostly brought out to clubs and such. Never get the chance to be all regal and shit, you know?” You look down and realize your plate is empty, not even noticing that you had already eaten your cupcakes. 

You perk up when you feel the presence of the man moving to stand in front of you, offering a very large paw. You look up and you see a burly man in a suit about a head taller than you, red feathered wings and a tail fanning out behind him. He has his own mask, black, red, and gold, feathers all around it. It wasn’t too dissimilar from your own mask, the only difference being the more numerous feathers, the color palette, and the eye holes on your mask being purple while his are a dark red framed in gold. It also felt more raven themed, the beak slightly bigger than the one on your mask. You can also see his cat ears poking out from behind the wall of feathers, twitching occasionally. 

“Then shall I guide you?” His voice is smooth as his paw opens slightly to emphasize his offer.

You don’t know why, but you’re strangely taken in by this man. Perhaps it was his soothing voice or his tall stature, but regardless you gently take his paw in your own and he’s immediately guiding you to the dance floor, your plate being set back on the food table right before you two are right in the middle of the dance floor.

He snaps his fingers and almost instantly your ears are greeted by the sound of bongos and maracas, a sensual trumpet quickly introducing itself in the forefront of the melody. You two start off slow, him taking the lead in what feels to be a Tango like dance. Briefly, you wonder who this man might be. Maybe he’s the “DJ” for this party so to speak? Perhaps a high ranking demon here looking for a distraction? Or maybe… no. No overlord would have such an interest in you. Right?

Angel, meanwhile, has finally broke away from the cameras and is immediately making his way to the food bar, growing slightly concerned when he doesn’t see you. He takes a breath. It’s alright, you probably went to the bathroom or something until he got there. That’s fine. He’ll just have some food until you’re ready to meet up with him.

He stands around for a while, snacking on all sorts of sweets and foods that Val would never even dream of serving at his club. Steak, lobster, all sorts of pastries, the food bar was magnificent. He even found a nice assortment of cookies all the way at the end. Man, why can’t this Husker guy be his owner instead. All Val serves are alcohol and the cherry bullshit smokes he makes.

With a small sigh, he resigns himself to just enjoying what he has in the moment and turning his gaze upon the dance floor. He saw all kinds of dresses and one note suits, none of them really grabbing his interest. He’s wondering which one of them you yourself would be interested in until… he spots you right in the middle of the floor, dancing with a tall wall of muscles and chub.

Damn, you had barely been here for a few minutes and you had already scored yourself a partner for the night. Maybe you don’t need his help with this one? He begins drinking from his small glass of some sort of booze he doesn’t care to remember the name of and then he notices the cat ears, wings, and tail on the taller man with you. The instant sting of shock shooting through his body makes him choke on his drink, Angel instinctually trying to set his food down before it spills across the floor. 

He does a double take and no, he’s not hallucinating. You are dancing with the overlord of gambling himself and his first concern is if you know who he is.

You in fact do not recognize him and are more focused on the way he’s dancing with you. He’s certainly being respectful, but he’s also not so subtly drawing his paws across your body. No groping occurs, but you get the feeling he’s eyeing you up. Strangely, you enjoy it, allowing him to draw you in, briefly passing your own paws over his suit, feeling the muscles and meat underneath the tailored fabric.

Passionately, intimately, the dance goes on, a whole circle formed of all the admirers from the crowd. All eyes are on you two but you don’t care, far more interested as to just who this man is. Every turn and step leads right back to him. You dare turn your head away, he guides your gaze back to his own, each of you staring into the other’s mask, wondering just who it is that has deigned to be your dance partner for the night.

You’re not sure how long it is before you’re suddenly twirled around and dipped in his arms, the dance ending with your masks within kissing distance of each other. A few moments pass and neither of you move, staring at each other in silent contemplation until he speaks for you.

“Beautiful…” He stands up, pulling you with him, your heart pounding in your chest. “Are you plannin’ on stickin’ around?”

You turn your head to the familiar sight of Angel’s pink fur and see him enthusiastically giving you a double thumbs up. Smiling, you nod at your partner. “Of course, especially now that I’ve found a reason to stay.”

He chuckles, his wings lightly flapping and his tail swaying. “Didn’t know you were a charmer.”

“I try.” With that, you two walk off, holding each other’s paws in intrigue. For the next few hours the two of you eat, drink, and laugh, Angel keeping the rest of the party goers distracted with his mere presence alone. Anything to keep whatever this is between you two going for as long as possible. Of course, when the clock ticks closer to midnight is when Angel receives a text.

Pulling out his phone, he chokes on his drink, spitting out the booze onto the floor when he sees Val telling him the Vees are coming back from their little vacation, he in particular being struck with new inspiration and insisting they all return to the tower at once. 

Of course, Velvette makes no effort to inform you, your phone remaining silent. It's only when Angel bursts through the door into the room that you’re aware something is wrong.

“Angel? What’s wrong?” You ask, nearly standing up from your relaxed position on the love seat.

“We gotta go, now! The Vees are comin’ back to the tower!” Angel grabs your arm dragging to your feet and toward the door.

“Wha– now?! But they were supposed to be gone until tomorrow!” You protest, not quite ready to end the night you were spending with this lovely man.

“The Vees–?” Husk attempts to interject but is ignored.

“No time! Come on!” Angel keeps pulling you towards the door, wanting to get back as soon as possible so as to not incur the wrath of your respective owners.

“Doll, what’s going on? What’s this about the Vees?” You turn to see your partner holding on to your other arm, worry and concern in his voice.

Of course, as much fun as it was tonight, being with him and laughing without a care in the world, it wasn’t going to last. At the end of the day, you’re just a failed model belonging to one of the worst women in hell. You had no chance with this stranger whose company you enjoyed so much.

You pull your arm away from him, snapping your necklace off and shoving it into his paws. “I wish I could stay, but there’s not enough time. I’ll remember you.” And that’s all you can say before finally running away with Angel, the man watching the both of you leave. 

You wipe your tears as you run through the streets, hopefully you’ll be able to get back to the tower in time. Winding alleyways, close calls with local murderers and muggers, and nearly being spotted by several cameras were some of the few risks you took to get back to the tower unseen. And once back inside your room, the two of you rushed to reorganize everything, putting back your dresses, the heels, and hiding the mask.

You give Angel a stack of money for his trouble, as well hoping to back up your story to Velvette and Val in case they get suspicious from Vox’s partial footage. In what feels like minutes after you get back into your original outfit, Velvette is bursting through the door ranting up a storm.

“Ugh, can you believe Val cut our vacation short?! And Vox didn’t even try to protest! Honestly, that bloody piss baby and his sugar daddy is the reason why I can’t go anywhere! Come on, you! We got work to do!” She’s busy tapping away at her phone, likely on her alt accounts making trash talk posts about her colleagues.

“Yes, Velvette.” You sigh, knowing she’s already ignoring you with the way she’s talking at you.

You’re exhausted by the time morning arrives and Velvette has deemed it appropriate for you to do whatever you want. Your first instinct is to just go back to your room, but it's not going to be that easy, especially since a very familiar suit wrapped around a muscly belly has spotted you.

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze, watching in shock and awe as the handsome old man approaches you. His muzzle carries a rugged scowl, making him look perpetually pissed off, but you can see in his eyes that he’s as enamored with you, if not more than you are with him. Only difference being that he hasn’t essentially turned into a statue.

Feeling returns to your body when you jump at his paw holding yours. “You’re even more handsome without the mask.” His bassy voice is filled with admiration and your heart skips a beat when his lips press against the back of your paw in a gentle kiss.

You open your mouth to say something but are interrupted when your fur starts bristling.

“Oi! Who’s this old geezer laying hands on my model? And what’s this about masks?” Velvette sounds utterly offended and disgusted at the sight of Husk and the way he’s touching you.

Husk immediately notices the little jump you make when you take a step back from him, holding your arm against you. “I don’t know. He just walked up to me and kissed my hand.” You look away but can feel his eyes narrowing at you before focusing on Velvette.

“Mornin’, Ms. Velvette. Name’s Husk, the overlord of gambling.” His tone is almost instantly cold when he starts talking to you, in stark contrast to the almost loving cadence he had with you.

“And what do you think you’re doing with a failed model like him?” Velvette crosses her arms, raising a brow at him.

“Failed? In my opinion, he has you beat in the looks department. And I ain’t just talking about that rugged round face of his.” He smirks at you and you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.

Velvette almost snaps back at him, before her eyes squint with realization. She turns to you, borderline huffing and puffing. “You went to that party last night, didn’t you?! No wonder he’s talkin’ like he thinks he knows you!” She scoffs with a cackling smile on her face, stalking towards you like a predator. “Listen here you decrepit flabby tub of lard! No one in their right mind would ever get with such an unattractive waste of food like you! You are  nothing more than a waste of space who should take a dive off–!”

She’s interrupted by a cane with a dice topper pushing her away from you. You can feel the tears poking out against the corners of your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t even remember when your back was against the wall.

“Do we got a problem?” Velvette scowls at Husk.

“How much you want for him?” Husk asks, standing between the two of you.

She scoffs, a disbelieving smirk on her features. “Really? You want this sad sack of ugly?”

“You say he’s a failed model, right? Then why not hand him off to someone else who can put him to better use?” Husk asks, his voice flat and nothing but business with her.

Velvette thinks about it for a minute before giggling. “You know what? Have him!” Pulling out what you recognize as your contract with her, she roughly shoves into his open hand, the ethereal manacle around your neck turning from a dark pink to a bright gold and extending to Husk’s paw. “He’s your problem now! Enjoy the useless doll you mangy mutt!” She turns on her heel and walks away, laughing like a hyena.

You’re not entirely present for the walk to the limousine, almost feeling like a fever dream that you were finally free from Velvette, only returning to your senses when you feel Husk’s arm wrapping around you. 

“Don’t you listen to her. You are one of the most handsome men in hell I’ve ever seen. And I love it when they have some meat on their bones. Because that just means there’s more of you to love.” You don’t get a chance to say anything when he unexpectedly leans down and plants a kiss right on your lips. And you can’t help but feel on cloud 9 when the limo starts driving away from VTower, and your special necklace is once again dangling around your neck.

“Name’s Husk, sweetness. What’s yours?”

[furicookiebndz]

𝑯𝒆𝒚! 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐̂𝒕𝒆𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎՏ :

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐀𝐠𝐞 : 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : 18𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲.

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 : 20𝐗𝐗.

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 : 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨̂𝐭𝐞𝐥.

𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 : 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 : 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 : -𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐔𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬/𝐀𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 /𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 /𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 /𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 /𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 / 𝐍𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐭𝐲 / 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐤.

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 : 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐤.

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 : 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 : 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫.

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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THANKS TO @lazyemmy FOR THIS LOVELY IDEA OF THE PENGUIN! READER💗🦆

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: during one extermination an angel had kidnapped you and took you to heaven based off a common mistake

“Quack?” You were literally trying to water the hotel’s flowers when you forgot about extermination….the leader of the exterminators had grabbed you by your sailor outfit Velvette made you.

“Shut your mouth short stuff.” You heard a man’s voice to see a person wearing a horned mask and a golden robe. You panicked as Charlie had told you about a man like this as Adam scoffs seeing your panicked state.

“JEEZ CHILL OUT YOU FUCKIN' BIRD BRAIN!” Adam yells as he enters in the portal of heaven with the exterminators behind him. He plops you down on the clouded floors to see the heavenly gates Charlie tells you in stories

As you waddled you seen a male who seemed to be waiting for you. “Ah! Reader..so glad to have you. It seems as if heaven had made a mistake and sent you to hell.” St. Peter said as he picks you up having the gates open. Your eyes widen at the bright light of heaven as angels walk and smile. “Welcome to your true home [reader]”

The air smelt so clean and not bloody as it seemed so peaceful and holy. After St. Peter getting your room and home ready to stay in heaven. You start to feel a little “home” sick as you hope the hotel crew was doing well and aren’t going crazy.

Which they totally are as Charlie is panicking calling her father.

After a few days , Adam will visit you a lot saying how he got forced to look after you…(he wasn’t forced he just liked how cute and pure you are but he’ll never admit it) Adam makes dumb ass jokes about how all those sinners down there should die and perish as he pats you on your little head. You quacked trying to show some worry for your friends down there.

“Oh them? Hah! They’re probably running like headless chickens looking for your ass.” Adam says with his usual grin as he pops some popcorn in his mouth. “Want some?” He says as he waves a piece of popcorn in your face. you sniffed it and ate it from his hand as adam's eyes widen at your cuteness…

you're like a little baby..💗😭😭😭

Adam grabs your chubby cold cheeks as he faces you towards him. “Never leave here. Okay?” He says seriously low with a protective tone as you quack nodding nervously at how quick this dude got attached to you.

Adam pushes your face away from him smirking. “Good now let’s watch this video I saw off of this human app called ‘TikTok’”

Lute didn’t know how to approach you, but she sends you small gifts that reminds her of you as you just open them like “quack?” And a head tilt confused but take it in anyways.

I imagine lute literally being your bodyguard when you don’t have any work to do as she just pushes anyone who gets to close to you away. LIKE IT COULD BE AN OLD LADY AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE “BITCH MOVE!”😭

After the 3rd day of the 1 week of being in heaven, lute definitely got overprotective of you. Always keeping tabs on where you go and which house you deliver mail to. I mean who knows what would happen to a cute soul like you? (A/n: Omg this sounds like a yandere…)

The angels love how adorable you are as they pet you. Immediately you are popular just like how you are popular in hell. Sera has given you a job as a mail boy again as you smile.

I can see St.Peter visit you when he isn’t on duty or just when someone takes his spot so he can say hi and hang out with you.

You wear a cute little yellow and white mail delivery fit thanks to sera who got a designer to get you to fit it perfectly.

You love how you still got your delivery job as you leave a cookie on the front porches of the angels. It’s like your significant signature to others to have a good day.

Adam and lute were arguing one time in front of you and you sniffled not liking the loud noises and immediately, and surprisingly. Adam and Lute pretended everything was okay to make you happy as Adam picked you up and took you away to get your favorite snack for you.

Sera checks on you as well with Emily by her side as Emily just finds you so cute and is excited to get to hang out with you more.

Emily immediately hugs and kisses your head amused by your small and kind soul she sees in you.

Sera would like to take you on stroll on week 2. She’d like to show you around heaven with Emily as she hold you in her arms gushing chow cute you are.

NOW I CAN IMAGINE YOU AND EMILY GOING ON A SHOPPING SPREE TO EXPLORE NEW CLOTHING AESTHETIC ✨💗

You showed yourself to be an angel by spirit as you helped a kid get a new lollipop, which makes sera smile at you being helpful as he is glad to hav with here in heaven and not they “ratchet” place.

You do miss hell as it had your friends who you got use to….you hoped they were still doing okay down there.

MEANWHILE IN HELL: “OMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT KIDNAPPED…IM A BAD FRIENDDD” “HON DONT WORRY, YOUR DAD CAN FIND A WAY TO GET THEM..” “it’s okay fat nuggets, they’ll come back…” *sad oink* and everyone else is having their own panic moment in their own way.

MEANWHILE BACK IN HEAVEN: “quack.” You said looking up at adam who holds your hand. “Huh? Jeeezzz bird brain..stop worrying about those loser down there…they’re fine without you.” Adam says smirking knowing damn well they aren’t .

Emily holds your hand as you waddle quacking at the ice creams around here. They taste so much better as your eyes sparkle at this sweet flavored treat. Emily squeals as her eyes got big and took a pic of your happy face. Sera most definitely got the picture on her heaven phone as her face soften seeing the new angel in heaven enjoying their self.

I imagine Adam is the one to be the one who claims to be the closest to you. But really he just brags about himself to you about how much sinners he kills.

I headcannon for your wings to be little cute fairy looking wings or pure white ones as you just fly.

You definitely have cherubim in heaven which makes the angels find you more adorable as the delivery boy.

You had made an account literally one day, and instantly you got 2 million followers which made you shock as Adam just munches on snacks while you quack panicked at how quick you became famous here.

I headcannon St. Peter to send you cookies with those cute little penguin designs on it. It looks like Christmas cookies but they are so cute and tasty

Say for example you fell and you couldn’t get up as you’re so rounded 😭 LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO IS ROLL AND SQEUAK AND QUACK💗 Adam is laughing as he takes a picture and video for himself before helping you up.

I can imagine Adam and Sera having a schedule out to plan who gets it hang out with you on weeks and days 😭

You liked the herbal tea they had as you waddle around with Adam having a kid leash on you as he just looked bored.

At the end of the week, you were sleeping wearing a whole ass cute gown Adam bought you as he literally dropped it on you with a flustered face seeing your cute smile.

As you slept…Lucifer snuck into heaven and snatched you up leaving a “fuck you” letter to Adam. Don’t even question how he got into heaven. Just be glad he took you.