#he's saying 'heya toots~'

[synodicsoma]

[angelyuji]

stan pines dating headcanons

18+ minors dni!!

cw // sexual content under the cut!

MY LOVE

he is sooo my man i need him so bad

very old fashioned

asked you out first not cuz he thinks he’s the hottest guy in the world. but because “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”

he told dipper and mabel he made that up first (he didn’t, he saw it on facebook) (they know he didn’t make it up, but they pretend they believe him)

“heya there, toots.” stan leans on your desk. you look at him, an eyebrow raised.

“hey, stan. need something?” you smile at him.

“yeah, you. me. date. whenever you’re free.” stan looks away, suddenly nervous.

“hmm, yeah, alright! i’m free tonight after work.” stan looks back at you, eyes wide in surprise, before collecting himself. he smiles.

“great, great, i’ll pick you up at 8, dollface.”

calls you pet names that were popular in the 70s/80s: dollface, sweetcheeks, baby, cutie, sugar

stan believes you deserve the world so he yk he’s treating you soooo well

he doesn’t think he deserves you, so he tries so so so hard to treat you well

he believes he’s fucked up every good thing in his life, so when you guys get together, he tries so hard to be a good partner to you

takes you out anywhere you want, even if its something he hates.

you tell him you want to see some movie in theaters, he’s gonna say no and be huffy cuz he’d rather stay home and save money. but the next day he’s gonna show up at your door with the tickets, rolling his eyes, telling you to get in the car

takes you with him to break laws and steal stuff with him

you’re a total nervous wreck but stan’s laughing and holding your hand and you know that everything’s gonna turn out alright.

he buys you clothes sometimes but he’s not up with fashion, so not usually.

any time he does, its usually because he took mabel shopping and he saw something that he thought you would like

more of a listener than a yapper like he’ll listen to you go on and on about something without stopping. you’re his personal podcast. he also loves when you watch his soap operas with him

hehehe im gonna fuck this old man so hard he’s gonna stop breaking traffic laws

sooo smooth and flirty, but he gets over obviously red in the face and its cute asf

he was kinda insecure about his body at first, but seeing how obsessed you are with him when you guys sleep together, he’s all like “heh, i still got it” and he smirks cuz he’s a little shit

likes to be on top, call him old-fashioned, but he likes looking down at you and seeing your face as he makes you feel good

he’s a man of routine, however you can convince him to do different positions or things in the bedroom because at the end of the day, you’re his everything

he goes slow, doesn’t go crazy and jackhammer into you

last time he went too fast, he threw his back out and you had to run through the shack butt-naked looking for his lumbar support pillow

he doesn’t like to talk about it, it was super embarrassing for the both of you lowkey

you were sweet about it tho, i mean, he is in his 70s and you found it sweet he almost destroyed his back to make you feel good

absolutely lovessss receiving head

he’s alsooo a giver dw, certified muncher??? or wtv they say, but he personally likes getting more

anyway back to the cutesy stuff

sometimes he asks you to help him build some stuff for the shack

you get to see stan be creative and create art, as well as fix stuff around the shack (if soos isn’t around)

a lot of duct tape related fixing, but watching him work is hot so u don’t care

i love u stanley pines i need u so bad pls pls pls ruin my life

[selenezq]

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞MDNI🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

CW: dub con, loss of control, sex pollen trope

Pairing Alastor x Reader

Reader is AFAB

Edited by the lovely @the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes

But That's A Freaky Sex Flower

It is a beautiful day in Hell, about as pretty as it gets, really. You take in all the sights and smells as you walk along the sidewalk. You are heading to the store, on an errand for the hotel, when the most lovely flower catches your eye. Coming to a standstill, you bend down to get a closer look. 

Pink petals with a beautiful, intricate, black design surrounded a lovely red center. You bring your nose down to get a whiff, inhaling its saccharine scent. Gently plucking it, you tuck it into your hair to wear as a beautiful accessory. 

You’ve never seen anything like it before. Excited by your new discovery, you find some extra pep in your step as you walk the short distance to and inside the store. You pass the aisles filled with various foods, houseware goods, and personal items, reading the signs above each one until you see the one you need. You turn left to walk down the aisle, looking around until you see what you had come for: some pens and paper. 

Reaching your hands out you gingerly grab them. As you leave the area and make your way through the store to checkout, you suddenly begin to feel warm. Placing your items on the counter, you give a kind smile to the store clerk. "It's a scorcher out there today, isn't it?" You ask congenially. 

"Nah, it's not that hot," the cashier responds curtly followed by rather rude eye roll as they ring your items up, then tell you with a monotone voice, "Your total will be $7.93.”

Quickly pulling the money out, you pay for the items. With a smile and a wave despite their rudeness, you head out of the store and are on your way back to the hotel. Walking back, you feel like it's getting hotter out by the second. In an attempt to cool off, you undo the top button of your blouse. As you continue walking home, a drop of sweat trickles its way down your neck. 

After what seems to take an eternity, your journey back to the hotel comes to a close. You feel a sense of profound relief at finally being able to get inside out of the heat of the Hellish sun. Opening the door, you step into the hotel, dropping the shopping bag on the nearest surface before throwing yourself onto the couch in the lobby. 

"Heya Toots, how’ya doin’?" Angel Dust asks you as you attempt to regulate your breathing. Has it always been this scorching in the hotel? You wonder to yourself. 

"I'd be better if the weather cooled off a little." You mutter, a little irritated, the poor attitude unusual for you. You bring your hand up to wipe at the sweat now threatening to drip down your chest. "I did find this pretty flower though." You say, a smile returning to your face as you turn your head to show Angel the beautiful bloom that is adorning your hair. 

"Oh toots, that's not a regular flower, it's a freaky sex flower. It's used as an ingredient in the love potion Val makes," Angel says somberly, leaning forward to get a better look. "How long ‘ave ya had it on ya?" He asks with genuine concern. "It can be pretty potent when undiluted." He finishes with a worried frown. 

"Probably a little over an hour," you say, beginning to freak out. "How long does it take before it starts to affect someone?" You ask, your tone rising with your temperature. 

"Well, love potions usually act pretty quick; I'd guess such a concentrated dose of the aphrodisiac, directly from the pollen’s faster ya know?" Angel theorizes aloud. 

"Fuck,” you mumble as you pulled the flower from your hair quickly before tossing it into the trash, as if to pretend it never happened. "Is there an antidote I could possibly take?" You enquire, your tone laced with apprehension. 

"Nope, ya gotta fuck someone to get it out of ya system," Angel replied, trying his best not to laugh. "Ya know, I've actually got someone I could ca-"

"NO." You blurt out instantly to shut his idea down. "I mean," you clear your throat uncomfortably, then finish hurriedly, "that's not necessary, but thank you for offering." 

"Okay but, you're in for more than mild discomfort if ya don't find someone to help ya." Angel warns you, still trying to get you to see the situation clearly. 

"I can handle myself; just please don't tell anyone." You ask the spider demon, deciding to keep this development a secret. You fail to notice the shadow in the corner that had been listening the entire time. You stand up, a wave of arousal shooting straight to your core making you feel almost dizzy. 

Composing yourself as much as you can, you bid farewell to Angel Dust and head towards the staircase. As your footsteps lead you closer to the next floor, you grip the railing for support as a particularly painful bolt of arousal sweeps through you, causing an intense ache in between your thighs. When the pain level rises from mild discomfort to something more, you begin to move as quickly as you can down the hallway to your room. 

Reaching your room at long last, you hastily grab the doorknob only for your sweaty, clammy hands to slide right off if it. Struggling with the knob for what feels like an eternity, you finally manage to get it open and gain access to your room. Slamming it shut behind you with a bang, you throw yourself onto your bed as another sharp ache wracks your body. 

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you open the drawer to your nightstand, reaching around until you feel the cool silicon material of your most trusted toy. With a sound of triumph, you pull the vibrator out and set it onto the bed. Turning it on with a click, you pull your panties  to the side and bring the pulsating object to rest on your throbbing clit as a loud moan of relief rips itself from your mouth. 

Your pussy already soaked from the effects of the pollen, the toy slides right into you with ease and you cry out in relief. You can't remember a time this ever felt so good. The toy vibrates right where you need it and the feeling of an orgasm creeps up quickly. Your back arches off the bed as you finish loudly. The toy continues buzzing as you lay there in the aftershock of it. 

Pressing the button to turn the device off, a contented sigh leaves your lips as you remove the vibrator from your cunt with a wet noise. The relief your orgasm brought is short-lived, however. because the painful aching feeling quickly returns. Your walls clench and spasm needily around nothing but air. A feeling of desperation quickly rises inside you. 

Just as the tears of frustration are about to fall from your wide, blown-out eyes, you hear a knock at the door. Hastily, you shove the sex toy away in its drawer and you pull your panties and skirt back into their proper place. Lurching towards the door as hastily as you can, you try your best to avoid falling amid the dizzy feeling that overtakes you. 

Another knock sounds, followed by Alastor's voice calling out, "Everything alright, my dear?" Just the very sound of his voice has your cunt gushing, the aching sensation heightening to a new degree. 

Trying to appear as composed as you can, you open the door and greet him, "Hey Alastor, I'm feeling just fine." 

"Are you quite sure about that? You look rather flushed," He says, his gaze on your red, damp, complexion. Alastor places his hand on your face and your pulse quickens, you feel as if your blood is boiling you alive. You’d do anything to have his hands lower, where you ache the most. 

Letting out an audible gasp, you cut it off before it fades into a moan, the sensation of his skin on yours sending a pleasurable tingling down to your very core. 

"I just don't think that's true." Alastor states, pushing his way past you into your room. You stumble, and he reaches a hand out to steady you, gripping your arm firmly. 

When Alastor touches you this time, an embarrassing, obscene, moan leaves your lips. The warmness of his skin makes the point of contact feel as if it is on fire. You wonder briefly, Would he touch me there, if I asked him to?

"Whatever is the matter, darling? Could it be that you need something? You'll have to use your words if there’s something you desire." He finishes, smirking down at you. 

"I want you to touch me, please." You whine needily as you look up at him. Your eyes shine with desperation. 

"Ah, I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more specific, dear, as I am already touching you." He says, voice full of his usual snark. His signature smile widens, gaze falling to where his hand is still on your forearm, steadying you. You look away bashfully before his other clawed hand comes up to cradle your chin, tilting it up so your gaze meets his crimson one. 

"Alastor, please, be kind to me just this once." You plead, voice soft. 

"I'm being plenty kind, checking up on you, asking how you're faring, and what you might need." Alastor says, his tone warning. "Now tell me what you need, in better detail." His commanding tone leaves no room for disobedience. 

Giving him one last pleading look, you let out a breathy sigh before letting the words fall from your lips, "I need you to touch my cunt, please, Alastor." 

"There; that wasn't so hard now was it, my dear?" He says with a winning smile. Alastor pushes you back up against the door, caging you in with his much larger body. He lets his hand trail agonizingly slowly down the curve of your breasts, before playing with the hemline of your skirt. "I could do anything to you right now and you would thank me for it wouldn't you, darling?" Alastor remarks, his grin widening almost sinisterly.

"Yes, please, please help me relieve this burning and aching. I can't take much more." You almost sob out. 

"Well, now, we shan’t keep a lady waiting then. I do have manners after all." He declares before hooking his hand in the waistband of your skirt. With a firm yank, he has the garment falling down to your feet. Alastor quickly rips your panties to shreds with a flick of his sharp claws. His fingers find your throbbing clit and begin tracing circles. 

"Ah, ah, yes please." You moan in relief, his fingers already providing so much more comfort than your own did. It feels so divine. Bringing his other hand down, he slips one finger into your soaking cavern. Alastor starts pumping it in and out of you as you lean against the door for support. Adding a second digit, and then a third, your lips form an ‘o’ of pleasure. The nosies his fingers make as they push in and out of you are almost pornographic. 

It feels pleasurable, but you find yourself craving more, the throbbing you feel in your cunt needing something much bigger. "Please sir, I need more. I want your cock." You beg prettily. 

"I'm inclined to reward you for asking so politely." Alastor remarks. Pulling his hand out of you, he brings your juices to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. The movement almost distracts you from the empty feeling between your legs. Before the aching sensation has a chance to return he's spinning you around, face pressed against the wall, bent at the waist. The motion forces your cunt up so he has a better view of it. 

Licking his lips hungrily, Alastor takes one hand off your lovely form to undo his trousers. You hear the sound of the zipper moving down before his massive cock springs free. Without warning, he is shoving all of those so many inches inside of you, burying himself to the hilt. He lets out a shuddering groan feeling your tight warmth around him. 

You wail as you feel the tip of him press into your cervix. This is the feeling of fullness you’ve been dying for. 

"That's it, isn't it, my doe. You just needed to be filled by my cock, didn't you?" He coos softly into your ear, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. His hips snap into yours, each upward movement sending the most delicious sparks through your body. 

"Yes Alastor; I needed you," You moan out as his movements become faster and harder. The sound of slapping skin fills the room as his slams his hard member into your dripping cunt. His hand finds its way to your clit again, moving in time with his quickened thrusts. The feeling of your orgasm barreling towards you reaches its peak and you cum on his cock with a shout. Alastor feels your soft pussy walls clenching tighyly around him and he continues to fuck you through your climax, chasing his own release. 

With a growl, he finishes inside of you, his cock throbbing as he paints your walls with his cum in powerful spurts. He tightens his claws around your waist, leaving marks on your skin where his sharp tips press into you. Bringing the hand from your oversensitive clit up and away, Alastor strokes your hair gently while you are lost in the haze of fucked-out bliss. 

"Tell me; did you really think you could satisfy yourself, my dear? You should have come right to me. Hopefully you are feeling more like yourself now." He hums, pulling out of you gently. Taking you into his arms with ease, he carries you to your bed before tucking you in tenderly. "Rest now darling; your body needs it." He tells you, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. You slip easily into slumber, lulled by the effects of your post-orgasm elation.

[stxrrwritess]

‘need some help?’

jax (the amazing digital circus) x reader smut

MINORS DNI !!

warnings : masturbation, hate fucking, porn w little to no plot, penis in vagina sex, reader is afab, slight degradation (use of slut & whore), creampie, probably ooc

words : 1,177

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Ever since appearing in this god forsaken circus, you and Jax have had constant back and forth bickering. It’s not to say you hated him, hate is a strong word. But, he definitely knew how to push your buttons and you couldn’t help but want to rip his head off sometimes.

You were in the main hall of the circus, talking to Ragatha while wandering around. You two had become pretty close since you got trapped in the circus. As you were walking, you were suddenly tripped over, falling flat onto your face. You looked up to see who the culprit was. Of course, it was Jax. Your face grew red with anger and embarrassment, as you picked yourself off the ground and dusted yourself off. “Oh, heya, toots. Didn’t see ya there, was jus’ stretchin’ my leg.” He grinned that shit eating grin, chuckling. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, as you spoke through gritted teeth, “You did that on purpose, asshole.” Before you could get another word in, Ragatha placed her hand on your shoulder, an indication that it wasn’t worth the fight. You sighed, and Jax walked off smugly. “Ugh. What a dick.” You grumbled under your breath, huffing as you crossed your arms. Ragatha seemed way too nonchalant with what had just happened, laughing softly. “Oh, come on Y/N. We all know you have a thing for him. Why don’t you just get it over with and tell him?” She asked, cocking a brow. You were gobsmacked. You? Like him? You batted your hand dismissively, a soft ‘psh’ sound escaping your mouth. “As if, Rags. You have to be kidding me. You couldn’t pay me to have any sort of feeling for him other than complete and utter dislike.”

What a lie.

Later that night, or rather, later (you couldn’t really tell the time in the digital circus. It was always a clash between both times.) You were in your room. You couldn’t help but think about what had happened earlier, and how Ragatha seemed to see right through your façade. All of the other residents were in the main hall, ‘eating’ a feast that Bubble had prepared after one of Caine’s silly adventures, and you had decided to sit this one out. Despite not even being allowed to curse in the digital circus, you wanted to experiment. You had made sure your door was locked, and slyly slinked your hand into your panties. Huh. The devs must be some sort of pervs, because you definitely felt something. You slid a finger into your heat, gasping softly at this oh so familiar feeling you hadn’t felt since getting stuck here. You began pumping your finger in and out, before adding a second. You were getting close to the edge, when you heard the doorknob of your door jiggle.

Jax had assumed you were with everyone else in the main hall, and thought it’d be funny to play a little prank on you. He jiggled your door open with one of his many keys, only to find you inside with your blanket loosely thrown over you, your eyes wide as you tried to wipe your slick into the covers. “Jax? What the fuck? What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice shaky as you panted slightly. “I-Uh, I thought you were with everyone else.” He stammered a little, feeling caught off guard to have walked in on you. He didn’t even know doing.. that was possible here. Guess you’d proven him wrong. You glared at him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He did the complete opposite, taking a step into your room and closing the door behind him, placing a hand on his hip. He chuckled dryly, looking you up and down as his grin grew wider. “You seriously gettin’ off in here while everyone else eats? What a whore.” He snickered, as he sauntered over to your bed. It’d be a lie to say the degradation didn’t make slick ooze down your naked thighs. “Need some help?”

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“F-Fuck, Jax!” You whined breathily underneath him. Jax had you bent over, one hand supporting your waist up and the other tangled in your hair. His dick (that he just realised he’d had) slammed into you at a rough pace, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t want your friends to hear you being stuffed full of the guy you pretend to hate, do you?” He moved one of his hands to cover your drool covered mouth with a laugh. You were barely able to form coherent thoughts, as a string of censored curses fell out of your mouth and soft gasps. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, before he suddenly pulled out. You were about to protest, before he flipped you over onto your back. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and shoved himself back into you, this new angle doing wonders, hitting all the right spots inside of you. “Fuck, s’too much!” You felt tears prick in your eyes as he kept jackhammering into you like an animal in heat, his dick hitting much deeper now. “Take it, slut. That’s right, milk my cock.” He grunted, as he continued fucking into you, his pace staggering slightly. He leaned down, latching his lips onto your neck as he began to mark you. You knew everyone would see it tomorrow, but that was the least of your worries at this point. “You’re such a little whore , y’know that? Pretendin’ ya hate me, but I know ya were thinkin’ bout me when ya were in here gettin’ yerself off. Admit it.” His voice was strained as he panted into your ear. You could barely form the words, all that as coming out was, “Y-Yes, I was, j-just don’t stop!” You begged, your hands finding his back, scratching him slightly as you tried to hold on. He took that too literally, as he picked up his pace once more. “C-Close. I’m close, Jax.” You moaned into his ear, before coming undone around him. He kept thrusting in and out, fucking you through your orgasm until he came inside you. He stopped, as he rode out his own climax, filling you up in the process. He had his head in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he finished. “Haah, fuck, toots, didn’t take ya for a slut.” He said with a slight laugh, before pulling out of you and laying next to you on the bed. “Soo.. Still hate me?” He snickered, and you gave him a little too hard of a nudge to the stomach. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t push your luck before I kick you out.” You grumbled, but cuddled up against him all the same. “Fine. I was gonna offer to help you out more often, but guess not.” He teased, as he put an arm around you.

Maybe you two didn’t hate each other that much after all.

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a/n : first smut fic i’ve ever written ! apologies if it was lowkey bad i just felt goofy . i’ll probably start getting more active on here but don’t hold me to that bcs i always forget i even have a tumblr page LOL

anyways hope you enjoyed 💥

[coyotestarcraft]

In honor of Stan & Ford for their birthday, here’s a little fic about the reader reuniting with them after they sailed the world.

I know nothing about boats so if anything is wrong please don’t hesitate to correct me.

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Stan:

• You watch all the boats come and go as you sit on a branch anxiously waiting for a certain grey haired grunkle get off his ship.

• You think about before seeing him leave, it left you both in tears and not wanting to part from the oh so tender but firm hug you both embraced each other in. “I know you’ll come back, but I’ll still miss you so much.” You wiped a tear that fell down your cheek as you gently thumbed Stan’s cheek.

• As you smiled thinking about the memory a familiar voice cut off your thoughts.

• You look up to see both brothers waving at you from their boat just across the pier.

• You smile so big you’re face hurts a little, you jump up and start running to give Stan a hug. As you practically jump into his arms you start crying.

• “Whats gotcha so upset sweetie?” He asks as he gently pries your face from his shoulder. You sniffle a little with a smile, “I just missed you, that’s all.” Stan’s gaze softens as he takes in your features.

• “I’ve missed you too toots.” Stan smiled, you leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss, you both stood there like that until a grunt came from behind Stan.

• You look to see Ford blushing a deep red, you chuckle a little, forgetting he was here.

• “Sorry Ford.” You replied.

• “No worries, just wanted to let you guys have the moment.” He smirked.

• You let go of Stan to walk behind him to give Ford a hug, to which he happily accepted.

• “I’m glad you both are back, you don’t how much I’ve missed being around you.”

• “So do we.” They both replied.

Ford:

• You sat on a bench happily watching boats and people walk by, you secretly were hoping it’d be a certain six fingered grunk to walk by.

• As you thought about the time hugging him right before he left, you couldn’t help but let a tear slip. You loved Ford with all your heart but that departure was the hardest thing to do.

• Your arms were around Ford’s midsection as one hand was on the back of your head and one on your back. “I’ll miss you, more than you’ll know.” You said, as Ford gently pulled back, he saw small but noticeable tears running down your cheeks, his thumb softly wiped them away as he left a kiss on your forehead.

• You both waved to each other as the boat left the dock, you didn’t leave until you couldn’t see the boat anymore and even then you still stayed for a minute to see if it would come back.

• You we’re brought out of your thoughts when the sound of a loud boat horn boomed through the pier.

• You looked up to see Stan smiling and waving at you while he docked the boat. You smiled big and waved back, jumping up to run over.

• Heya toots! Long time no see.” He grinned engulfing you in a big hug, you laugh as he picked you up and swung you around. You’ve always treated Stan like a big brother and he was happy to have a young sibling-in-law.

• As you broke apart, Ford came up from below deck. When he saw you he smiled and opened up arms, you laughed in joy as you jumped into his open arms.

• “I’ve missed you!” You smoosh your face in his chest taking in his natural scent along with the scent of the sea.

• “I’ve missed you to my love.” He said, his kissed the top of your head before lifting you off the ground to spin you around just like Stan did.

• “I’m glad you both had a great time together.” You say as both brothers smiled at each other.

• “Yeah, now we can spend that time with you and the kids when they come back for the summer.” They both replied.

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I absolutely love them both and I wish them the best birthday ever!

[girlboypersonthingy]

OMG BESTIEE can I pleaseee request Angel Dust x gn! reader headcanons about how they’re getting to know each other/open up? Like at first Angel was kind of indifferent to reader, didn’t really think much of them, but they ended up bonding and connecting really well and Angel just can’t stop looking at them like this 😍 and can’t help but be soft and sweet with them pretty much all the time. Mans is also so tempted to kiss them, often staring at their lips, but he wants to respect their boundaries too so he just tries to focus on being around them 24/7. THANKS SO MUCH BESTIEE I LOVE YOUR WORK🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

YAASSS BESTIE I LOVE ME SOME SPIDER TWINK 🩷🩷🩷 I love the idea of Angel being so horny and flirty and raunchy all the time but being softened and wooed by someone so much more innocent and romantic than him. Cuuttteeeee 🥹 enjoy, nonnie~

TW: Angel being a p*rn star, suggestive jokes, lots of swearing

Bonding with Angel Dust Headcanons 💖🕸️

Boy meets so many new people every day, he probably doesn’t even remember your name after you two meet. Like…he fucks guys and doesn’t even know their name first. He’s totally gonna forget your name for a while after you join him at the hotel.

“Good morning, Angel.” You mutter softly as you pass him in the hall one morning, your eye bags particularly prominent today.

“Heya! Good morning….uh toots!” Hes a bit taken aback, having not seen you until you spoke up. And he scrambled to find a simple pet name to call you bc he can’t for the life of him remember your name!

And this becomes a morning routine for you considering you lived in the same block of rooms as him and you pass each other around the same time every single day.

“Good morning, Angie.” You yawn as you pass him yet again.

“Morning, hun.” He forces a small, sleepy smile at you as he passes by, continuing his walk to the front of the hotel.

Angel comes to expect to see you every morning now, lowkey falling in love with your groggy, raspy morning voice and your bed head and your glossy, squinted eyes.

Slowly, Angel starts to become more friendly towards you, finally remembering and using your name to greet you.

He’ll totally start teasing you about your bed head and laugh when you try to smooth your hair out frantically.

There’s one morning when Angel walks into the hall and looks down both ways, confused as to why he didn’t see you yet.

Boy, does he flip his lid when he realizes he’s been standing in front of his door waiting for you to meet him in the hall for like 20 minutes.

It catches him off guard that…maybe he really likes you. Maybe he’s even…caught feelings?

Angel would probably panic a bit bc feelings? No, he’s used to one night stands and fucking for cash. Hes a party animal, a porn demon for fucks sake! How could he have feelings for you?

But nonetheless, Angel decides to go knock on your door. Maybe you just slept in today…?

Would totally find himself nervous asf bc 1) he just started to ponder the idea of having a little crush on you and 2) he’s never been in your room or even seen inside before.

Comes to find you’re sick that day! And gets sad bc he can’t start his day without his daily dose of you~

He would also totally not tend to you while you’re sick bc boy is scared you’ll see his true feelings for you. He wants to keep that under wraps for now. So he’d tell Charlie and Vaggie bc he wants someone to care for you still and obvi Charlie puts everything on hold to baby you and nurse you back to health. She’s too sweet, my teeth hurt.

Gradually, you two find yourselves together more often than not.

Sitting next to each other at the bar or during one of Charlie’s circle time, team building exercise things.

Finding each other in your rooms just to say hi and check in with each other and maybe even hang out

Angel isn’t shy about his line of work, as we all know. So you’re very much aware he’s a porn star. Hell! He’s even shown you one of his pornos before, bragging and gloating as you watch awkwardly, face tomato red bc fuck he’s so hot and now that you’ve actually seen him naked, you can not stop thinking about what his soft silky body would feel like against your own skin

He loves that you’re accepting of him tho, that you never judge him or give him any looks of disgust or contempt.

It might embarrass you to see him so…vulnerable but you’d never look at him in a negative light. You’ve just never watched a porno while sitting next to the porn star themselves.

Angel eventually gets comfy enough to start invading your privacy just a bit, asking you about your sex life, any relationships you’re in, what your life before was like, how you died and why you ended up here bc he thinks you’re too sweet and pure to be here

If you’re one to immediately open up, he listens but will accidentally interrupt you from time to time to tell you about his own life and try to relate to you.

If you’re not ready or willing to open up to him just yet, that’s cool! He’s gonna spill his guts to you anyways…and he hopes that him opening up to you first will make you want to do the same to him.

He tells you all about his past life, how he died, his regrets, the people he misses most, his shitty situationship with Valentino, about his bestie Cherri Bomb.

Once Angel realizes you’re trustworthy and a great listener, he comes to you often when he’s upset, in need of advice or just looking for a shoulder to cry on.

He doesn’t open up to others too often and will strongly uphold his cocky demeanor and his flamboyant attitude around the rest of the group at the hotel.

But you’re different…you always seem to find each other on your best and worst days to share your emotions with the other.

When Angel has had a particularly rough night on set, his body sore and his mind foggy and exhausted, he’ll barge in your room without knocking, flop down on your bed and shove his face in your pillows. He’ll probably shed a few tears into the fabric on your bed, silently and without letting his body shake. He doesn’t want you to know he’s crying, but you can tell. When he’s abnormally quiet like this, he’s usually crying and holding his breath as to not let any sobs sound from his mouth.

He’d inhale deeply, trying to calm himself by manually breathing but it’s not the air that soothes him, it’s the scent of you on the pillow case that fills his nose and puts him at ease.

He’d then pour his heart out to you, truly appreciating the fact that you’re such a good listener and you look at him with such soft expressions of empathy.

Angel is always willing to switch and be your shoulder to cry on if needed, but really loves when you have some good news or something interesting to tell him bc he loves when you burst through his door with a giant, dorky grin, yelling “BITCH GUESS WHAT?! I HAVE SOME PIPING HOT TEA FOR YA!” Before gossiping to him between laughs and dramatic faces.

I think once he’s come to terms with his romantic feelings for you, he’d start to get a bit more touchy. But not sexual touches…he actually really really enjoys touching when it’s parts of him that aren’t normally touched by others. Does that make sense?

He gets manhandled, fucked, roughed up and pushed around nearly every day so he’s used to being touched on his hips and torso, he’s become accustomed to hands firmly gripping his ass and his throat, he’s used to bitting and being bruised by the end of the day.

So when you gently caress his cheek or run a hand through his white, bouncy hair or link your pinky with one of his or gently rub his back as you pass by him, he nearly loses all composure.

You treat him so well, he’s really starting to fall in love with you and the innocent way you show your affection for him.

You can’t help but notice how his gaze has changed recently, how his face contorts completely when you’re around. Instead of his usual 😎😏💋 attitude it’s more like 😳☺️❤️‍🔥

What used to be cheerful smiles and playful nudges has turned to shy giggles and playing with each other’s fingers mindlessly as you sit together, not at all focused on the task at hand.

On several occasions, you’ve caught him staring at your lips as you talk to him. While it made you a bit self conscious at first, you slowly start to catch his hints.

Him staring at your lips, his smile becoming soft and sappy when you hold his hand for even just a second, the way he perks up and watches as you enter a room, the way he always wants to pair up with you or sit beside you during group time but closer than normal, the way you noticed a few clothing items of your were missing and one day you noticed one of your shirts sloppily tucked under his pillows.

He totally had a crush on you…and you did not plan on letting this go.

You confront him about the shirt hidden in his pillows as soon as you see it and his response is surprising. You’ve never seen this side of Angel Dust.

He’s bright red from his neck all the way to his ears, he can’t seem to focus his eyes on you, all his hands are frantically trying to find something to fiddle with on his clothing, he’s a stuttering mess, unable to form any full sentences.

He’s not used to all this sappy shit. But he’s loving it. Plz don’t stop.

Now’s your chance to tease him back, just like he always does to you. Go ahead, flirt with him, tease him about using your shirt as a pillow case, tell him your feelings too, that’ll help calm him a bit, to know that you like him back.

“Wow, who would’ve thought? Famous little sex demon Angel Dust has a crush on lil ol’ me? Aww, am I making you soft, babe?” You tease, watching him malfunction bc he’s never been flirted with so innocently. Like you’re not telling him in excruciating detail all the dirty, naughty things you want to do to him. Instead, you’re calling him sweet names and confessing your feelings as well and even poking fun at how cute he looks all flustered.

“Q-quite the opposite, actually.” He replied jokingly, still not letting his eyes meet your gaze.

You can’t help but laugh at his dirty response. Of course he would…💖

After some talking, maybe some boundary setting and talk of expectations in a relationship together, Angel might consider having a steady relationship with you.

He would love nothing more than a kind, caring, stable partner to come home to every night. Will you…plz be that for him? Baby boy needs cuddles and words of affirmation every day okay? Take care of him~

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write an Angel Dust x reader (platonic). Where the reader is sad and just lying in their bedroom. And Angel Dust tries to give their friend some comfort and tries to make them feel better. Like maybe he does their makeup, they both dress up and go out into the city. And maybe Cherri Bomb joins them💗

Title: Here, Always

Pairing: Angel Dust x reader (Platonic)

Word Count: ~2,716

In which Angel Dust comforts the reader after a hard day with a makeover and a fun night out.

A/N: Thank you for the request!! Not proofread, Pure fluff. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: cursing, ooc Angel Dust maybe, not too many descriptors about visual appearance just so everyone can have their own image

Pentagram City wasn’t exactly known for the kindness of its residence. Nor was it known for its tranquility or leisurely pace. It was, however, a fantastic place to be if you wanted your energy and your very willpower to be drained in only an afternoon.

You sighed against your pillow, ignoring the sensible voice in your head that told you to get up and out of bed. You had been lying there for hours, after all.

Unfortunately, a louder voice in your head continued to comfort and coddle you, reassuring you that it was okay for you to remain in bed until you felt whole again.

You liked that voice.

So you burrowed deeper into your blankets, allowing them to obscure you from view and block out the rest of the world in a last ditch attempt to pretend that you had some semblance of control over your life.

Oh, well. At least you were comfortable.

Your door opened with a bang. You shot upright.

“Heya, toots,” Angel Dust greeted as he stepped inside your room. “Charlie wants us to…” he trailed off when he saw your face. “Whatsa matta?”

You blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

His eyes roamed over your disheveled hair, your wrinkled clothes, and your unmade bed. “Nothin’, you just look a little…” he looked back up at your face. “Tired, is all.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you trying to say?”

Angel held up two hands in surrender, though his eyes kept scrutinizing your appearance. “Ya look like someone put you in a blenda and left the remains on ya bed,” he said bluntly.

You rolled your eyes and flopped back down on your bed, turning away from the spider demon. He was one of your closest friends here in Hell, sure, but that didn’t mean you wanted to stand up to take his insults.

You listened as his light footsteps approached you, but refused to face him even when your bed dipped to signify his presence. 

A gentle hand began running its fingers through your hair. “Hey,” Angel said, his voice much softer than it had been mere moments ago. “Talk ta me. Whatsa matta?”

You wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch and lift yourself up so that your friend could give you one of his all consuming bear hugs. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to move any more than necessary.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “It’s just been a rough week. I’m tired, that’s all.”

Angel Dust chuckled softly. “Yeah, I get that. Trust me, I do.”

“I know,” you said, closing your eyes once again. “I wish I could kill that stupid moth for you.”

Your friend’s laugh grew louder, much to your content. “I know ya do,” Angel said, his hand still stroking your hair. “Thanks.”

You hummed in acknowledgment.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company in a way that you were so rarely able to do with the continuous angelic threats and Charlie’s new ideas for redemption.

Suddenly, Angel’s hand stilled. “Ya know what always makes me feel betta on a night like this?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Goin’ out for the night.”

Your eyes remained closed. “We shouldn’t get drunk, Angel, it’s against Charlie’s ‘redemption pathway’.”

You yelped as Angel gave you a light swat on the arm. “I didn’t mean it like that. We just gotta getcha dressed up and pretty, and the two of us can hit the town and have some fun without worrying about our fucked up lives.”

Truthfully, you were intrigued. You had heard stories about Angel and Cherri Bomb’s midnight outings before his stay at the hotel, but you’d never been able to experience one for yourself. Not because you and Angel weren’t close, of course, but because nights out like that meant risking everything that you had been working for here at the hotel.

You cracked open one eye. “No drinking or drugs?”

“None,” Angel promised. “Unless you’re feelin’ especially rowdy.”

You ignored him. “No killing?”

“Not unless it’s self defense,” Angel vowed.

You opened your other eye. “Just us?”

The grin in Angel’s voice was evident. “Just you and me, doll face. Not Charlie, not Husk, not anyone else. Just us. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You sat up slowly, propping yourself up against your headboard and glancing over at Angel Dust as you tried and failed to hide your growing excitement.

The two of you hadn’t had a chance to spend time together without one of the other members of the hotel since a year ago, when Lute had come back down to threaten Charlie and everything that she had built now that Adam was gone. Ever since then, all of you had been extra cautious. All except Alastor, of course, but that was to be expected. 

The last time you had spent any time alone with Angel, the two of you had stayed up all night trading stories, both good and bad, about your lives here in Hell and your lives Before. Ever since then, the two of you had been both inseparable and insufferable. You’d even been Angel’s wingwoman when he had asked Husk on their first date.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. “That could be fun,” you admitted.

Angel’s smile matched your own as he jumped up from your bed. “‘Course it does. Come on, we’ve gotta get you ready.”

Your smile dropped as you suddenly remembered your haphazard appearance. “I’m sure I can find something to wear-”

“Uh-uh,” Angel interrupted, shaking his head in disagreement. “If we’re goin’ out, we’re gonna do it right. Meet me in my room and I’ll see what I can do.”

You watched as he walked out confidently, throwing you a wink before he disappeared from your sight. You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in your hands. 

The two of you would probably get in heaps of trouble with Charlie later, but if you got to experience one of Angel Dust’s famous night outs, it was going to be worth it.

~~~

You smiled as Angel Dust carefully ran a comb through your hair. You hummed mindlessly as he worked, his attention focused on getting his work done as quickly and efficiently as possible.

He had already dressed you in an outfit made to draw attention, and transformed your face with a bit of foundation, eye shadow, and blush. The only thing left was your hair, which Angel was being surprisingly gentle with.

You closed your eyes as you silently enjoyed the feeling of the comb running through the strands of your hair again and again. It reminded you of Before.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes again, looking into Angel’s vanity mirror. “I’m not questioning your skills at all, but you’ve been brushing my hair for a while now,” you said with a grin.

Angel met your eyes in the mirror, a sly smile growing on his face. “You looked like you were enjoying it, sugar. Who am I to take away that pleasure?”

Your smile softened. “I was enjoying it, actually. Thanks.”

The demon winked at you before placing the comb down and getting to work on styling your hair. 

“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to contain your eagerness. “We can go to a club without drinking, can’t we?”

Angel snickered. “Don’t get too excited, toots. If we’re gonna behave tonight, we’re gonna have to avoid some of my regular places.”

“You’ve basically been everywhere in Hell,” you countered. “I’m not worried. We’ll still have a good time.”

Angel stepped back, two hands on his hips as he admired his finished work. “You bet your ass we will. Now get up so we can get this party-”

The door to the bedroom flew open. You and Angel whirled around to face the newcomer as Cherri Bomb sauntered in without a care in the world.

“What’s up, bitches?” she called out as she entered. “I heard we were throwing a party.”

You recovered quickly, grinning back as you stood with your arms outstretched. “Hey, Cherri,” you greeted as you gave her a quick hug.

Angel Dust was close behind, wrapping his arms around his friend before releasing her and slinging an arm over her shoulders. “You heard right,” he said as he pulled her further into the room. “We’re gonna have an all out, hard core-” 

You cleared your throat.

Angel stuck a finger in the air and plastered a false innocent smile on his face. “And responsible night around town.” 

“Hell yeah! I’m in,” Cherri said before looking over at you. “Angel and I know all the best spots in this dump. Get your arse up and let’s get moving!”

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Angel said as he moved away from Cherri. “We were just gonna go out for a few drinks and some dancin’. Nothin’ too big. It was gonna be our night, ya’ know?” He hesitated before gesturing over to you. “Just the two of us.”

A stab of guilt tore through your chest as Cherri’s smile dropped. She was quick to hide it, though, pasting another grin on her face before waving her hand in indifference. “Whateva. Who needs you lot anyway? I’ll have my own night out and let you two know what you missed out on.”

As she turned away, you noticed the guilty grimace on Angel’s face. 

You wanted nothing more than a day to spend time with one of your closest friends, but you knew that neither one of you would be able to enjoy your night with feelings of regret eating away at you. Besides, Cherri was another sinner who had always had your back and understood your past trauma. Why wouldn’t you want to share your night with her?

“Wait,” you called out before she could reach the door.

Both Cherri and Angel turned to face you.

You shrugged and gave a small smile. “The more the merrier, right? I bet three of us could cause a lot more trouble than just the two of us.”

Cherri’s smile grew. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, bitches.”

Angel shot you a grateful look before clapping his hands together, a devious smirk growing on his face. “Alrighty then. Let’s get this party started.”

~~~

“How did you even know we were going out?” you asked Cherri Bomb as your small group staggered out of a bar. Your third bar of the night.

It probably hadn’t been the best idea to allow Cherri to create tonight’s itinerary, given the fact that you and Angel were two of the hotel’s best chances to prove that redemption was possible. You couldn’t say that you had ended the night with any regrets, though.

Cherri shrugged at your question and shot you a quick grin. “I always know when there's a party goin’ on. It’s like my special skill.” Her smile sharpened. “Well, besides being able to hold my liquor better than you lot.”

Angel shot her a wink as he draped an arm over your shoulder, gently leading your group back to the hotel. “Whateva’ ya say, babes. You comin’ back to the hotel with us?”

Cherri snorted and held her hands up as she backed away from you. “Back with Princess Redemption? Nah thanks, I’ve still got a few shots left in me. You two have fun, though.”

“Will do,” you said as Angel began leading you away.

“And let me know when the next party is,” Cherri shouted after you.

“We will,” Angel called back as he walked.

You looked up at him with a slight frown. “Are we in a rush? I feel like we’re rushing.”

Angel glanced down at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’dya ya talkin’ about?”

You looked back over your shoulder as Cherri disappeared into another building. “I don’t know. We’ve only been out a few hours, and we’ve only been to a few clubs. I thought-”

“You thought we were gonna go bat-shit crazy and ruin our progress?” Angel interrupted with a smirk on his face.

You laughed and shook your head. “No, I didn’t think we’d go that crazy. But I just thought…I don’t know. I guess I thought you’d want to spend more time with Cherri.”

Angel smiled. “You kiddin’? I love spendin’ time with her.”

“Then why did we leave so soon?”

Angel glanced down at you fondly, using his other hand to grasp one of yours so that you were walking hand in hand. “I meant what I said, toots. This is our day, you ‘n me. Sure, hangin’ out with Cherri’s great, but I don’t want you tryin’ to find happiness at the bottom of a bottle.”

You snorted, swinging your hands between you as you walked. “Happiness is me in my bed, Ange, not in a bar.”

Angel pulled you closer, his arm still around your shoulders. “Fair enough,” he said smoothly as he led the two of you back to the hotel.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a moment. Demons turned to stare, of course, and some stopped to take pictures. You were walking with the Angel Dust, after all. But even with the extra attention, the two of you felt a sense of peace that had grown almost foreign to you both.

“Did it help?” Angel asked suddenly, looking down at you as you neared the hotel doors.

You glanced up at him. “Tonight, you mean?”

Angel nodded, his expression apprehensive. “I know you ain’t like me and Cherri. You like havin’ some fun, sure, but…'' he looked away. “I know your limits are different. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You smiled gratefully, squeezing his hand. “I’m fine,” you said softly.

And you were. It wasn’t getting out of the hotel that had helped, or even spending a few hours with someone with as positive a vibe as Cherri. It was the fact that your friends were so willing to help you, and the fact that you had finally been able to spend time with the first person in Hell to make you feel safe again.

“I’m glad,” Angel said as you walked through the doors of the hotel.

He led you straight to the stairs with a quick wave and a wink to Husk at the bar.

You laughed as he pulled you along. “Where are we going?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his face. “The day ain’t ova yet. We’ve got one more thing left on the list.”

~~~

You snuggled deeper into the thick blanket surrounding you on Angel’s bed, scratching Fat Fuggets behind the ears as Angel Dust got comfortable beside you.

“What’d I tell ya’?” Angel asked as he propped his head on his hand. “Perfect end to a perfect night.”

You grinned and nodded, watching as Nuggs walked over to Angel and cuddled him.

Angel embraced his pig, petting him lightly as his eyes roamed over your face in mild concern. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked softly.

You averted your gaze. “Talk about what?”

Angel didn’t respond, his gaze heavy as he raised a silent eyebrow.

You sighed and looked back at him. “I love the hotel,” you said quietly. “It’s great. Really, it is. But sometimes-” you took a breath and closed your eyes. “Sometimes, everything’s just a lot. You know?”

Silence.

You opened your eyes when you felt a warm hand on your cheek. Angel was smiling down at you, his eyes warm. “Yeah. I get it,” he said with a small shrug. “But ‘ey.” He winked. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

You laughed, moving closer and allowing Angel to wrap his arms around you and Nuggs. “And you’re the best,” you offered.

“Hells yeah, I am,” Angel murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Get some rest, babes. I’ll be here.”

And so, you slept. You slept more peacefully than you had slept in a long, long time. 

And when you woke, true to his promise, Angel Dust was right beside you.

He gave you a soft smile. “I told ya’,” he said, careful not to wake Fat Nuggets. “I’m here.

Always.”

[alastorsbookie10228]

HIIIII im returning to help flood your inbox ! 😋

so uhhhhh could you maybe write about Husk like comforting reader (gn again please if you don't mind❤️) about a tough day at school, like the readers a teen and idk it js went rlly bad bc schools going back in and my week hasn't been the greatest 🥲 (I SHOULDVE STAYED SICK FOR LONGER OHMYGOSH KAKEKWJSJ) yeah but and platonic (OBVIOUSLY 💀😭) but like yk like husks their like father figure in a way?? Idk i js love the kitty and want him to comfort me😭

and ps thank u for the angel fic, i loved it and ur sweet as well ! ❤️

and i hope you're doing good:)

oh my goodness, all my friends' first week SUCKED and i've been imagining scenarios like this ALL DAY!!

anyway...now presenting...!

It's okay, kid. it'll be alright

Husk x reader (platonic) x Angel Dust (also platonic)

you sigh as you push open the doors to the Hazbin Hotel, throwing your bookbag to the side with a sigh. you blink back tears as you walk to the bar and slump into the seat beside Angel.

"hey, kid. you alright?" Husk asks, pouring your favorite soda into a glass and sliding it to you.

then it happens.

before you can catch yourself, you're sobbing into Husks chest as you fall to the floor.

"it was horrible! all the teachers are so mean, and that one girl that bullied me last year is in my math class!" you sob into his chest.

he rubs your back comfortingly and looks at Angel, slightly concerned.

"heya toots, ya wanna go watch a movie? make some cookies?" Angel offers with a small smile.

you sniffle and nod, standing up with Husk. you all walk to Angel's room, you reaching the door first as you were ecstatic to see Fat Nuggets. you smile and pick the pig up, snuggling him tightly.

Husk and Angel stand in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"they love that pig, don't they?" Angel says, and Husk nods.

"yeah. i been thinking, and i'm gonna get them a pet. not a dog though, because Alastor doesn't like dogs. maybe a hamster or a bird." Husk says, and they both walk into the room.

"alright, kid. you pick the movie." Angel hands you the remote, and you quickly play your favorite movie, causing them to laugh.

"it's gonna be the same every time, huh?" Husk asks, and you nod.

Angel and Husk lay on either side of you as you hold a snoring Fat Nuggets. your eyes start to droop slightly, and you lean towards Husk.

he looked down at you with a small smile and holds you.

"thank you for everything, dad" you say half asleep, and Husk's eyes widen, along with Angel's.

that sentence alone brought small tears to Husk's eyes, and he swore he'd never been so happy.

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|| 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑶'𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 ||

Words; 656

Contains;

Smut | Violence | Swearing | Drugs | Addictions | Alcohol | Non-Con/SA | Adult/Mature Themes

|| 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶 ||

You're at the stove in the Kitchen of the Hotel. You felt like cooking today, though you can't cook. Dark smoke comes from whatever is left on your frying pan. You tried to make eggs and bacon, something simple for breakfast, it didn't turn out so great. Eventually, what was left of it caught flame and set the fire alarm off.

"Careful now!" Alastor sneaks his way behind you, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. He's standing over you, his chest touching your back. You're stuck between the stove and him, not sure what to do.

"Sorry. I tried to cook myself breakfast." You laughed, awkwardly as you rubbed your elbows.

"If you knew you could not cook, you could have asked for assistance, My Dear." He snapped his finger and the fire was gone in an instant, along with the remains of what would have been your breakfast. The fire alarm then stopped.

"Thanks." You kept your head down, you were still blocked in between Alastor and the stove. You could feel him staring you down.

"Now, is that all?" Alastor asked as he continued to peer down at you, you could tell he had that same smug grin glued onto his face.

"You tell me." You barked, and turned your head to try and look at him.

Alastor grabbed your chin and spun you around to look at him. He bowed down so you and him were eye to eye. "IS THAT ALL?" He asked, you could hear his static growing. He got closer to you, his face in yours and his nose almost touching you.

You took a long pause and gulped. You talked to him once and now he's in your space and looking at you as if you're his prey. "That's all." You gritted through your teeth.

"Good!" He let go of your chin and clapped his hands together. Then, sinking into the floor and disappearing.

You sat on the counter and sighed, putting your hand to your head as you pushed your hair back. What a way to start the day. You hopped off and made your way to the living room, where everyone else was.

"Heya Babe, what was going on in the Kitchen? Alarm went off." Angel said in between, while sucking on his popsicle.

"I tried to make breakfast. It didn't turn out so well, I'm not sure where it is." You put your finger to your chin as you thought.

"Come, come! Sit down (Y/N)! I came up with some exercises we could do to start the day off." Charlie exclaimed.

|| 7 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 ||

You shut the door to your room, today was EXHAUSTING. You make your way to your bed and flop onto it. You nudge your head against the pillow and sigh, hoping to just get to relax for a bit. Then, there's a knock at your door.

"Can I come in?" A voice comes from behind the door.

"Yeah sure." You groan and roll over onto your back and turn your head to the door.

The door opens and you see Angel Dust pop his head through, then slides his whole body in the room and shuts the door behind him. "Heya Toots. Tired?" He chuckles and places his hands on his hips.

"You know it." You laugh and sit up. "So, what's up Ang?"

"Was wonderin' if 'ya wanted to hang out tomorrow. Go to the club. You, Cherri and me."

"Hell yeah! It's been so boring here. I've been cooped up in this hotel. Starting to feel isolated!" You laugh and Angel giggles.

"I'll lend 'ya an outfit tomorrow, I'll even fix 'ya up. Tomorrow's gonna be amazing, doll face." Angel says as he turns around and opens the door to leave.

"Thanks Ang."

"You know it Babe" Angel says and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

You had no idea how much of a trouble you'd be in for tomorrow.

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Alastor being in deep denial about caring (platonically or other your choice) about hazbin hotel gang before ending up saving them from something or other

Preferably if he is Complaining like he has a chance to escape before he groans and turns to save em anyway?

Love thy work *🌊* Mao

-Mew

i inserted a reader in this cuz why not! :3 And im glad you enjoy my work<3

warnings: swearing, mentions of bl00d, bad grammar

genre: angst ??? maybe fluff at the end

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The hotel was fairly peaceful, everyone just chatting and having a good time on a Saturday night. You and Niffty were baking, well you were baking and Niffty just cleaned after you. You didn’t mind the crazy little demons company. She rambled on and on about different topics and you just listened, commenting on her stories here and there. Angel Dust vcomes over and leans on the counter; “Heya toots, whatcha bakin’ ?” He says and leans his chin on your shoulder. You smile softly; “Oh just some brownies, here have some!” You point to the tray with cooled off brownies and the spider demon is quick to snatch some off the tray, munching on them as if they were the last brownies on earth. “I gotta give to ya sugar, these are hella good brownies!” He says and eats the last one going to grab another. You smack his arm away; “Nuh uh you can grab some later, leave some for the others.” You smile as the Angel sticks his tongue out and leaves the hotels kitchen. You finish baking and put them all on a big tray and take them to the living room, which was kind of apart of the lobby where all the others are. You set the tray down on a coffee table and sit down next to Alastor munching on your brownie. Alastor eyes the demons, rolling his eyes slightly, as in his perspective this was quite a boring evening and was hoping for more.. entertainment. He stands up and walks away from the bunch, going to the balcony where he spends his time whenever there is a time like this.

You chat with the rest of the demons, laughing and joking around when all of a sudden you hear a loud “bang” from outside the hotel. You switch glances with Charlie and stand up, grabbing a spear you managed to steal after the angelic extermination. You head out and see a group of one of the many gangs in hell. You’ve dealt with demons like them, this time there was just.. a bigger group of them. Vaggie takes out her own spear and mutters swears under her breath and you just glare at the demons before you.

You smirk and greet the bunch; “Well, well, well who do we have here? You got the fucking balls to come to the princess’ door step and look for a fight? Well lucky for you you’ve attracted the right people to fight.” You say and smirk at the leader of the gang, who was trying to keep is composer. “Ya think you scare us? Two against a big group? You don’t stand a chance against us!” He yells, stumbling over his words. You smirk and launch at one of the members, slicing his head straight off, blood splattering on your clothes. “Aw that was my favorite shirt, too bad.” You smile innocently as you launch at another group of demons and kill them in a swift movement of your spear, Vaggie and Angel joining in. You suddenly get pulled back by your hair you yelp, kicking and thrashing around. You look up and see the gang leader looking down at you with a smirk, Angel and Vaggie yelling your name and cussing at the demon holding you hostage.

You elbow his ribs and he groans grabbing a fist full of your hair and punches you straight in the nose. You scream in pain and breathe heavily, anger bubbling up inside of you. “Not so confident now are we?” He says and laughs maniacally and holds a gun to the back of your head, threatening to kill you for some large amount of money or the hotel.

While this was all happening Alastor watches from his place on the balcony, amused and entertained by the show before him. He sips on his tea and sets it down, walking closer to the rails, watching the scene unfold. He watches you trying to get out of the demons grip and smiles sinisterly. “Well this just got interesting.” He laughs and leans on the rails of the balcony. You notice Alastor and nod towards him and Vaggie yells at Alastor; “Alastor help us you fucking..” Vaggie starts cursing at him and you just drown out the sound, a faint buzz playing over and over in your head as you watch the scene unfold and accept your fate.

Alastors eyes widen slightly, but his smile never drops, contemplating what he should do, I mean he could just get out of there and leave you guys to deal with it and seem heartless, or he could just have a free meal and tear up the gang members. It wouldn’t be because he wanted to save you, right? His ears fall back slightly as he sees the leader hits you on the head with the gun and yells; “Where is the fucking money? You’re running out of time.” He pushes the gun to your head agressively and you groan, cussing him out under your breath.

Alastor sighs in frustration and stands up from his seat, drinking the rest of his coffee and sets it down. “Well haven’t you gotten yourselves in a bit of a pickle.” He smirks at Vaggie and disappears into the shadows, appearing beside Vaggie and Angel, smirking sinisterly. “Well I hoped you three would’ve gotten out of this situation but it seems you can’t.. without my help that is.” He smirks and twirls his cane around with his slinder fingers and looks at the leader with an unbothered smile. “Well if you really value your souls you either let the poor demon go or I’ll just have to remind you not to mess with the radio demon.” He says as his voice gets more staticy at the end of his sentence, his eyes turning into radio dials. “Well go on~ Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t tear you limb from limb right this second.”The demon stumbles over his words but pushes you forward, putting his hands up in defense and backs away. “Oh don’t think i’ll let you go so easily. You did endanger this lovely establishment and the residents so I just can’t let you go.” You quickly rush to get up and run over to Angel, taking him into a bone crushing hug. Angel pats you on the back and hushes you, trying to comfort you as best as he can even though he was a bit shaken by the situation as well.

You head inside and let Alastor handle it, getting cleaned up and put on a fresh pair of clothes. You decide to have a sleepover with Angel since tou dont really want to sleep alone after that. You settle down in Angels room and chat for a bit, telling jokes and stories to keep your minds off of todays events when you suddenly hear a knock.

Angel stands up and grumbles but opens the door and talks to someone you can’t really hear. Angel nods his head and looks back at you; “Y/N someone wants to speak to you.” You look at him with curiosity and stand up from the bed, head out of the room and closing the door behind you only to find Alastor right in front of you. “Hello my dear I wanted to ask you if you were doing alright after that terrible incident today?” He says emphasizing the word ‘terrible’, his grin never leaving his face though his eyes have a more softer look to them then usual. You look at him with a raised brow since you’ve never really seen him be concerned or worried for anyones well being but you replied since you thought it would be rude to just leave him without an answer. “Oh i’m quite alright Al, I am a bit shaken up and a few bruises here and there. I would as if you were fine but that would be a stupid question wouldn’t it?” You say and chuckle awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. Alastor lets out a laugh, staring you dead in the eyes; “Oh dear you don’t need to worry about me! I’m an overlord after all!” He says and his grin widens, if that’s even possible. “Well i’m glad you were worried and asked but if that’s all you needed i’ll be heading back. Good night Al.” You wave and go to close the door, noticing Alastors cheeks slightly redden and his ear’s drooping just a bit and he says a quick “Good night cher” and turns away quickly, going his own way.

You chuckle and lay down next to Angel, getting comfortable and try to sleep off today’s events. Alastor was pacing on the balcony, rethinking his choices growls in frustration. “Why did I save their asses? I should have left them to die and just let them handle it.” His eyebrows furrow yet his smile never leaves. “Me? Worried? How hilarious! Who do they think they are? Telling me, the radio demon, that I was worried. Of course I wasn’t, I just didn’t want Charlie on my back if I didn’t.” He says and nods to himself, agreeing with his statement. “Yes that’s it I just didn’t want Charlie to get angry with me. I mean as if it would bother me but I just wouldn’t have any entertainment anymore if she kicked me out of this establishment.” He sighs and sits down on a chair on his balcony and looks at the view of pentagram city, a quiet peaceful night even though it was a friday night.

He looks up at the red sky and sighs, his face softening and some quiet jazz plays in the background as he sips on the tea that had long went cold.

“Maybe I finally found the right people I could get accustomed to.”

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I Would

A Lucifer x Reader Fic

A.N. I am so sorry about the lack of posts. Next up will be a Vox x Reader, probably with yandere vibes because that seems to be a point of interest. Let me know if any of you have ideas, requests, headcanons, etc I’d love to hear from you all

A fight with Reader’s mentor goes wrong and Lucifer helps them pick up the pieces.

It wasn’t new. The whole “taking someone in to mold them in their image”. I knew it wasn’t the healthiest. How she would correct anything that wasn’t in the way she wanted. Posture, wording, smile, emotions. Anything. But I’m her favorite. I’ve never been someone’s favorite.

She took me in. She taught me. How to survive. How to thrive in Hell. I couldn’t just… leave. She didn’t have my soul, but she didn’t need it. I was her child. Her favorite.

I needed her. And she needed me.

Right?

————

This hotel was a waste. There would be nothing to come from this. Just the opportunity to get close to Miss Princess. And who better to send than her protégée?

“Dear.”

They perked up, “Yes, miss?”

A small smile, straight posture, slight exhaustion showing, but she’ll excuse it.

She lifted their chin, looking them over, “Have you heard about the little hotel Ms. Morningstar is hosting?”

“No, miss. Would you like me to look into it?”

She smiled, gently patting the side of their cheek, “No need. I just need you to go and watch over. The Morningstars would be a valuable asset if you can win over the princess. Can you do that for me?”

They nodded, their smile never fading, “Of course, miss.”

“Good.”

————

Oh fuck.

I’m screwed.

She asked one simple thing. Get close to Charlie Morningstar. And I did that.

But she’s so… nice. How is the princess of Hell so nice?

I thought it was a ruse to convince sinners to come, try to redeem themselves, and then she would swoop in and make a deal. Her assistance for… something

But no. She’s just nice.

Nice.

Not just her. Vaggie and her awkward but genuine assistance, Angel with his comfort, Husk with his advice, Pen with his little gifts, Al with his gentle words, Nif with her roach-themed crowns, and Lucifer.

The root of the problem.

King of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar. Leader of the Pride Ring.

An absolute nerd. Adorable dork. Duck enthusiast.

“Hey! I finished Charlie’s gift, but I think something is missing. What do you think?”

He sat on the counter as I stayed in my seat. He continued listing off how he made the duck. What kind it was, what he thought was cool about it, and then some.

And I couldn’t focus on a damn thing he said.

“What do you think?”

That stupid smile. When was the last time I saw a genuine smile outside of this fucked up hotel?

I smiled softly as I gazed at him, “It’s perfect.”

He nodded, his view focused on the duck, “Okay. I trust you.”

Trust me. That’s stupid. This is Hell, you can’t trust anyone.

“Actually, maybe a bow tie?”

He lit up, giving me that bright smile again, “Perfect! This is why I come to you.”

He hopped off to go to his workshop. I just sat there and watched him leave like some lovesick puppy.

Pathetic.

“Heya, toots.”

“Don’t you even say it.”

Angel sat down next to me with the usual shit-eating grin, “Say what? That you two should just fuck already?”

My head hit the counter.

“Look,” he sighed, “I know how… she can be. But you shouldn’t let that bi- er, let her rule your life.”

I stayed silent.

She was everything. She gave me everything. How could I leave her for something as stupid as an emotion?

Angel sighed, rubbing my back.

————

He knew he couldn’t talk. He fought back to Val and he got a bloody nose and a death sentence.

But he was his favorite. Val wouldn’t kill him, but damnit he would prefer it.

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“But dad, she does! Everybody sees it!”

Lucifer fidgeted with his old wedding ring.

He hadn’t worn it for a over month.

Was it really that long ago?

“I don’t know, Charlie. She’s too…”

“Too?”

He sighed dramatically as he leaned back, looking over his actual latest duck. He only showed them his ‘Charlie duck’ because he wanted to talk to them.

Hell, he was pathetic…

He had been married before. He should know how to be smooth.

Granted, she left him. For some reason she seemed to forget to share. Out of nowhere. Leaving him alone. With Charlie. A daughter that she purposefully tried to seperate him from… But she loved him. At least once.

Right?

“But you guys are so cute,” Charlie pouted as she leaned back on his bed, throwing her hands in the air, “I look over and you’re looking at her with that huge smile and they look back when you look away and it’s all so close but you won’t say anything and they won’t say anything and-”

A knock on the door paused her ramble, “Babe? You in there? Alastor has something he wants to show you.”

Charlie perked up, “Oh, uh…”

She looked to her dad, to which he nodded with a small smile. She smiled back and left, giving him a thumbs up.

————

The duck was similar to the others. A likeness to them, but there was a small golden apple on their head.

He couldn’t explain why he wanted to add it. But they looked good in gold. And the apple was his staple.

It definitely wasn’t his subconscious wanting to see them with a golden ring. And it certainly wasn’t him wanting a matching one.

Of course not.

————

She was smiling. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Darling, I don’t usually ask much of you. But this?” She held up the small duck, “I thought you were better than this.”

How the fuck did she find that?

“Normally,” she walked down towards me, looking over the duck, “I would have you removed from that little hotel. But if you could get the King of Hell waiting on you, then-“

“No.”

…

What the fuck did I just do?

“No?”

I paused. I was glaring at her. When did I do that? I bowed my head, trying to regain whatever respect I had left.

“I… my apologies, miss. But…”

She took a few more steps, “But?” Lifting my chin she made me look at her, “Tell me. Why is my favorite darling refusing me something so simple?”

Favorite.

A chill ran down my spine. Stiff, nervous, afraid.

Afraid?

Why should I be afraid? I’m her favorite. She said so.

Favorite.

“I don’t…” I cleared my throat, “I shouldn’t. I… He’d figure me out. He might be out of the field, but he’s not stupid.”

It was true.

She stared me down. I wasn’t telling her the real reason and she knew it. She knew it. She knew me.

“Fine.”

I looked up, confused, “Wha-”

“Either you do this for me,” she caressed my face, “or you leave. I can’t bare to see you become such a disgrace.” Her grip was tight.

A disgrace.

But I’m her favorite.

Aren’t I?

She’d forgive me. Just this once.

Right?

“You don’t have to respond,” she pat my cheek as she started to walk away, “but if you don’t come back with a good status report, don’t bother coming back at all.”

Nearly 20 minutes passed before I could move.

————

“Hello?”

They hadn’t responded to anything. Charlie hadn’t seen them so… out of it. She’d seen Angel Dust like this once when Val had his… fun. But them? They had their soul. Did something happen? Did they need a hug?

“Do you want-”

They walked past me. It was like they couldn’t see me.

Weird.

————

How did he get here?

They were hugging him like a small stuffed animal. Their face in his neck and-

Fuck. When was the last time someone was this close to him? Comfortably close. It felt like years. It felt nice. He felt nice.

He felt safe.

His ducks made him feel safe. He always had his ducks.

He thought Lilith made him feel safe. She made him feel excited, happy, even confident at times. But never safe.

So what was different?

Well, for one, they were sobbing earlier. They couldn’t talk, so he sat next to them and offered a hug. It’s easy to see what happened next.

He started running the tips of his fingers up and down their back, holding them just a bit tighter.

“It’ll be okay,” he sighed, kissing their forehead, “I got you.”

————

“I got you.”

It was so gentle.

I got you.

He did. He was right there for me.

Why?

Did I even deserve it?

Why does he care so much?

Did he want something from me?

No, that’s not him.

That I know.

So…

Why?

————

They fell asleep.

On him.

They never sleep in front of people.

Maybe he’s overthinking it. Maybe they’re just really tired. Maybe they just needed a quick fix.

That’s it. Of course it is. Nobody needs him. Not for long. Just enough to get by and get something better.

Something better than-

“Luci?”

Luci?

He liked having a nickname.

He pulled their hair out of their face, “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

…

“Anything.”

The, I’d do anything for you, died on his tongue.

————

“Anything.”

Why?

Why me?

Why him?

Was I worth it?

“Hey.”

I hummed, still not able to talk.

“She’s not worth it.”

What?

“I’ve seen you, known you, for months. You don’t need to keep yourself waiting on someone who doesn’t care about you,” he sighed. His hand pulled them closer to him. “You deserve someone who loves you. If they love you, they won’t try to change you.”

“And who the Hell do you know would do that? This is Hell, Lucifer.”

“I would.”

…

“What?”

“What?”

[puppycak3s]

Come On, You Know Better part 1

Warnings: this is just shameless smut so minors be gone🔞🔞, toxic relationship, hatefucking, kinda misogynistic Stan (he is an asshole), no use of y/n, afab anatomy mentioned but no gendered language, general freak shit you have been warned. Most smut will be in part two (i'm sorry i had to set the scene)

He threw his keys on the table as he slammed the door shut with his boot. Fucking stupid lawsuit threats, why can't a man just make an honest living selling products. He sat down on the creaky motel bed, putting his head in his hands. Stan knew there was nothing honest about any of the shit he was doing, but fuck if he cared. It's a dog eat dog world and he'd be fucked if he didn't at least try to make it, what else was left for him. Not like he had anyone at home to come back to. He leaned back until his head hit the dingy mattress, pulling his hands down his face in exasperation.

God he was fucking pissed. That was putting it lightly. His heart was still fucking hammering from having to run from angry customers. What did they expect? He gave them the product they asked for! So what if it stained everything blue, that wasn't his problem. He let his arms hit the mattress by his sides, huffing in frustration. He needed to do something or he was gonna start breaking the cheap shit around his motel room.

Stan had a go to for relieving stress but he was so sick of just taking himself in his hand, it was messy and degrading for him to have to take care of it himself everytime. He needed to fuck someone. Push someones's head into the mattress while he took out every frustration that had been building up for god knows how long. He could feel his cock twitch just at the thought, which only added to his frustration and urgency. He didn't have time to hit up a bar and take a chance on someone who might not even want to fuck him. Nor did he have the extra cash to spend on drinks to butter someone up.

He sat up again, running his hands up and down his well worn jeans. His stomach dropped. He hated himself for even thinking about calling you. It was pathetic. He was better than that, but as he lifted up the yellowed reciever and started punching your number in, he knew he wasn't. As the line rung, he tried to push down the feelings of guilt and utter shame. You might not even answer, or if you did you would tell him off for some indescretion he had done to you. He rolled his eyes, he couldn't keep track of shit like that anymore he had more important things to worry about than-

"Hello?"

He froze, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Your voice was so sweet over the phone, he almost wanted to hang up before you knew it was him who had called you, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins reminded him of what he really called you for. He gripped onto the knee of jeans with his free hand, working up whatever desperate courage he had left.

"Heya toots" he said apprehensively "been a while since uh-" he faltered a bit, he wasn't thinking with his head right now, he didn't know what to say to you. The last time y'all had even interacted ended in slamming doors and his ass getting kicked to the curb. The memory triggered the familiar distasteful feeling he usually carried for you. You knew just how much that hurt him, didn't matter whatever the fuck he had done to piss you off, he wasn't some mutt to be dropped on the street

He heard your annoyed sigh on the other end of the line. "What is it now Stan?". You sounded bitter. As if you of all people had a right to be. He steeled himself, taking a breath. "Yeah good to hear your voice too sweetheart" he said flatly looking at the shitty painting hanging above his bed. He almost was starting to regret even calling you. Almost.

"Listen, I just wanted to see if you'd maybe wanna..." he struggled to find the words "Catch up a bit? I've got some shit we can smoke if you're up for it." His hand tightened on his knee. Please please for the love of god say yes.

Another sigh, this one more in resignation, followed by a slight chuckle. "Miss me that bad, huh Pines?"

His knuckles were white now, if he wasn't careful he'd tear the worn denim. Your voice. Your condescending fucking voice, it made him want to fuck your superiority complex out of you. Teach you a lesson or two. "You tell me hun" a coy smile tugging at his lips. He could play just as dirty as you could. "I'm over at the Snapper Inn, room 4 if you really wanna find out." He knew just how to goad you on. It didn't matter that he was the one who called you, he knew just which buttons to press to make you almost putty in his hands.

A small beat of silence on your end of the line as you contemplated his offer. You both knew you'd say yes, just like he would if you had called him in a bind. Didn't matter how much y'all fought or screamed at eachother you always found yourself right back in his bed. Something about fucking someone who knew every bad thing you had done, every secret you had. Loved you to the point that it had soured into just barely tolerating you. Hated your guts, but knew exactly where to touch you, especially when he was in them? It made you want to make him grovel and eat his cocky words. Turn him into what you knew he was. A pathetic mess.

"Give me 10 minutes". You just knew he had a shit eating grin on the other side of the line. It didn't matter though, you'd put him in his place soon enough.

He hummed over the line, tsking at you in mock disapproval. "From where you are, you'd have to speed to get here that quick, someone that eager to see me?"

"Fuck you Pines" you rolled your eyes, he had no business reprimanding you when his ass had been to jail in more places than you cared to remember.

"Careful what you ask for, sweetheart"

AHDBSIDB I KNOW IM LEAVING IT OFF ON THE GOOD PART but trust me ill make a part two.

[heyitsspiders]

Lucifer x Transmasc! Reader - Falling for the Fallen Angel - Chapter 7

Morning After

You wake up with Lucifer in bed. You also have a breakdown.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed. The sheets felt different and the blanket you were curled up in smelled different. Not to mention you could feel someone pressed up against you. You were being spooned by a smaller figure. 

“Mmm?” You heard the person behind you, who you quickly realized was Lucifer, mumble into your back as he held you closer. He was warm as he held you.

You lifted a hand to your mouth as you yawned, tears pricking your eyes as you did. That was the best rest you had gotten in a long while. 

 “G’morning” you mumble sleepily. You turn on your other side so you are now face to face with your lover.

His eyes were still closed, he looked quite peaceful. His usual neat hair was now a mess of blonde locs that stuck up in odd places. You smiled at the sight as you gently began playing with it, his soft hair tangling around your fingers. A slight smile formed on his tired face as he leaned into your touch. One of his arms still laid against your side, holding you close to him. You cupped his face with the hand that was playing with his hair and leaned in, gently pressing your lips against his forehead.

Lucifer’s eyes opened slightly and looked lovingly at you before closing them again and nuzzling his face closer to yours, “I love you.” 

Your heart stopped for a moment before picking up at an insane rate. You smiled at him, your hand still cupping his face as you closed your eyes as well, “I love you too, Luci.”

The two of you stayed tangled up in each other’s embrace for a few more hours, drinking in the sight of shirtless Lucifer laying next to you and cuddling you. 

“Twist?” You could hear the muffled call from lower in the hotel. Shit. What time was it?

You shot up, startling Lucifer, his eyes now wide open, “What time is it?” You asked him, somewhat frantically. 

“Uhhh,” He looked towards the window, squinting, “probably around… Noon?”

“Noon?!” You panic, rushing off the bed and running over to where Lucifer had stripped you the night before. You quickly gather your clothes and put them on.

“Shit shit shit, I’m so late,” You whisper to yourself as you button your uniform before running to the door. 

Lucifer put a hand on shoulder as you yanked the door open, “Darling, calm down.”

You turn to him, panic shown in all of your features, “I can’t! I’m late, Charlie is going to kill me-”

“Look, I’ll take the blame. I’ll say I took you out to dinner and brought you home late,” He said smoothly, his calm yellow eyes making you relax. He was wearing loose fitting clothes, which openly showed the scratches you had apparently left on him.

You take a deep breath and sigh, “Okay.”

He smiled at you as he snapped the two of you to the hotel lobby.

“Twist!” Charlie was quick to embrace you before pulling away to meet your eyes, “Where were you? When I didn’t see you in the kitchen or your room I started to worry.”

Lucifer stepped over and gave her an apologetic look, when had he changed into his normal formal wear? “I’m sorry, Sweetie, I had taken him out for dinner and we stayed out later than we should have. He tried to convince me to leave sooner but I wanted to spend more time with him.”

Charlie sighed and looked back at you, “Well, I’m just glad you’re safe.” She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes, guilt stabbed you in the chest.

Angel perked up at your sudden appearance, looking you up and down with a smirk growing on his face. “Heya toots, ya have fun with our Short King?”

You looked over at him as your face suddenly turned red. Of course he could tell what happened, he is a pornstar, you just hoped none of the marks Lucifer so kindly left all over you were visible. You glared at him, threatening him with your eyes to not say a damn word. 

“Yes, I did,” you responded sharply, in which he simply laughed and turned back to Husk, who was downing more of the alcohol from the bottle that was practically glued to his paws.

You fixed the collar of your uniform nervously, your eyes flicking over to Lucifer who smiled awkwardly at you. You sighed and turned to Charlie, “I’m really sorry for not making breakfast.” 

Charlie smiled at you, this time a bit more sincerely, “It’s okay, just give me a heads up next time.”

You nodded. You didn’t want to make a habit of failing at your only job. You rubbed a hand down your face, disappointed in yourself. You wanted to make it up to her, you had to make it up to her. You didn’t want her to think of you as just another person that doesn’t believe in her dream. You really did and you wanted to help as much as you could. You just needed to show that better. Maybe you and Lucifer weren’t so different in that way. 

You turn away, “I’ll go make lunch for anyone who wants it.”

You had made a bigger lunch than normal, usually it’d just be something really simple but you wanted to make up for how many days you had skipped. You felt awful. Charlie was nothing but kind to you, she trusted you, and you returned the favor by sleeping in! You sighed as you viciously scrubbed the plate in your hands. Hopefully Charlie didn’t hate you. You were deep in self-loathing thought as Lucifer wrapped his hands around your waist. 

You jumped, “oh! Uh, hi Lucifer.”

“Is everything alright, Darling?” He rested his head on your shoulder, his warm yellow eyes full of worry as they looked over your face.

“Yeah- yeah everything’s fine, just, uh, washing these dishes!” You laughed dryly as you set the clean plate aside and grabbed another dish to shove under the soapy water. 

He raised a knowing eyebrow. You were shit at lying to him but you tried to ignore it as you continued to clean. Lucifer put a hand on yours, causing you to stop scrubbing.

 You looked at him, confused, “Sweetie, I need to clean these dishes so I have stuff to use to make dinner.” 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he now stood beside you, using his free hand to cup your cheek. “Shoving it down and ignoring it will only hurt you and everyone around you.”

You leaned your face further into his hand, resting one of your own on his. You took a deep breath in and out as you closed your eyes. 

“I’m here for you,” Lucifer said in a soothing tone. 

“But- the dishes, I need to work-” Before you could finish your sentence he sighed and snapped his fingers and the various plates, glasses and utensils were clean. 

“Now, what’s wrong?” 

Your vision blurred as tears threatened to fall. You couldn’t even clean the dishes right, Lucifer had to do it for you. Charlie didn’t need you, the hotel didn’t need you and Lucifer sure as hell didn’t need you. You were a sinner, there were millions of those throughout hell, you weren’t special. Lucifer used his thumb to way away a tear that fell as your hands shook. 

“Here,” He said as he tugged you closer to him as you were suddenly in your room. He led you to your bed as the two of you sat down next to each other. Lucifer put one arm around you as he used the other to hold your hand. 

Words bubbled in your throat as your eyes burned. The room was silent aside from the quiet sniffling that came from you. Lucifer rubbed loving circles on your hand with his thumb as you cried, giving you time to work out what to say. 

You wiped your eyes, sniffling once more as you looked down at your lap, “I feel so useless.. I- I can’t even do my only job!” You sobbed, burying your face in your hands.

“I’ve- I’ve failed to cook so many days- I- you always come in and fix it- I-” You stammered, all of your thoughts were jumbled. You wanted to say so many things at once. Your teary eyes looked at Lucifer, “Why do all of you keep me around? Everything I can do you can do better and quicker!”

Lucifer sat quietly as he listened. Once he figured you had said what you wanted he spoke softly, “Darling, we ‘keep you around’ because we like having you around.” He gently grabbed your chin so you were looking at him, “You are more than a chef here, you aren’t just an employee.”

“I’m not even a reliable chef,” you choked out. “I’ve skipped so many days, getting you to fill in for me. I- I’m-  I’m not holding up my end of my deal.”

“And did you see the way Charlie looked at me? I’m a failure! She couldn’t even muster a real smile when she looked at me!” You sobbed, moving forward and clinging onto Lucifer as your body shook. 

“I just keep letting her down and then needing you to fix it.”

Lucifer rubbed your back, “Twist, how many days have you not cooked?”

The question caught you off guard and you paused as you thought about it, “Uhm.. Well, I didn’t cook that day after you kissed me, or the day I was hurt.. And I missed breakfast this morning..”

“Darling, that’s not a lot. Haven’t you been working here for a while?”

“Y-yeah but that’s a lot of days so close together! And- and, I can’t. I feel so useless. I can’t do the one thing I was brought here to do! Again, you can have everything cooked in less than a second, what’s even the point of me being the chef?” You cried harder.

“Hun, I can do a lot in less than a second. I could replace almost everyone in this hotel if Charlie wished, but the people are what make the Hazbin Hotel so special,” He squeezed you tighter, “Plus, people love your cooking, including me. I love watching you cook. And it’s okay to take time off, you aren’t a machine.”

Your breath hitched before tears poured from your eyes as you cried harder, hugging Lucifer tighter as you sobbed into his chest. A hand rested on your head, his fingers softly caressing your scalp as you cried. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed soothing circles on your back.

After you let it all out of your system you pulled away, wiping your eyes and sniffling. Lucifer handed you tissues that he had pulled out of thin air and you blew your nose. Once you were able to breathe again you made eye contact with Lucifer, his lidded yellow eyes looking lovingly at you.

You sniffed once more, “Thank you, Luci.”

Lucifer gently kissed you on your head again, “It’s no problem. I meant every word I said.” He took your hands in his, “I love you so much, my dear.”

You fought back the tears that wanted a round two as you smiled at him, “I love you too.”

He brought you into a tight embrace before standing up and offering you a hand, “now, how about we both go make dinner?”

You looked up at him, “Both of us?”

“Yeah, you cook and I watch you lovingly,” he smirked, humor glinting in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up with him, “Okay but you can clean the dishes. I know I cook for the hotel but I’m honestly not a huge fan of the feeling of dirty dishes. Makes me feel all gross.”

“Works for me,” he shrugged. “Gives me more time that I can spend with you when you’re not working.”

You gave him a wide, genuine smile as the two of you walked hand in hand to the kitchen.

[vixensheart]

Here’s a little secret: Angel’s a goddamn trainwreck, like, a hundred percent of the time. Obviously. His life sucks ass, and not in the fun, titillating way. No, it sucks ass in the nasty, soul-ending kind of way. Case in point, he’s standing at a street corner while acid rain drips lazy-like from the thick, sulfurous clouds overhead, sticky blood soaking through the glittery fabric of his dress. It’s a fucking miracle he can’t feel it right now. Then again, he can’t feel much—everything’s hazy as shit, and Angel’s real glad there’s a lamppost at his back ‘cuz he’s not sure he’d be upright otherwise. 

He taps on the cigarette in his hand, ashes falling carelessly onto the cracked pavement, before lifting it back up to his mouth and taking a hit. His lungs burn, a welcome sensation, and he watches idly as cars lumber past. Smoke curls out of his mouth with the sigh that leaves him. Yeah, he’s a goddamn trainwreck alright. But Angel’d rather be fucked by an angelic blade than let it show. ‘Sides, he’s technically on the clock. He winks at a demon that strays a little too close on their march down the sidewalk, lips pulled into one of his effortless grins, and snickers a little at the scowl he gets in return. 

“Evenin’ to you too, toots.” 

The asshole flips him off. Angel shrugs to himself and takes another hit of his cigarette. Guess they’re not interested. Fine by him—there’s more fish in the sea or whatever the phrase is. ‘Sides, if that ugly ass excuse of an umbrella they’re shouldering is any indication, they don’t have much to spare in terms of pocket change. And Angel needs to get paid. 

A car pulls to a stop in front of him. It’s a nice enough car—whoever’s inside’s probably got enough to spare for some fun. Which, is exactly what he’s looking for. Angel snuffs his cigarette against the lamppost and pushes off it, the world tilting around him enough to make walking a bit of a hazard. But Angel’s used to it, covering a minor stumble with a practiced grace, and saunters over to the passenger window with his best seductive grin slashed across his painted lips. He drapes himself on the car and knocks lightly on the glass. There’s a beat. The window slides down, revealing some haggard demon that’s staring at his chest fluff with an almost delirious look. “Heya, babe,” Angel says, coy. “You lookin’ for some fun?” 

The demon licks his lips with a forked tongue. “Sure am. Got a place a few blocks down.” He jerks a clawed thumb over his shoulder. Angel doesn’t particularly give a shit if they stay in the car or fuck in a five star resort, as long as he gets paid. So he hums, tracing a finger on the car’s windowsill. 

“It’ll be a couple hundred for an hour.” 

“Done.” 

Angel gets in. 

♠️

An Overlord Husk AU, loosely inspired by @celestialalpacaron's AU. Find it all on AO3 😛

[sparkiekong]

Mainland Daze / Red Blooded Nights 12/14

Dream narrates, "It wasn't long before Prince Ozen and his ruby of the Red Blooded Passions found their way to a pit of a motel. Mr. Douglas Krahbs had been running his "NoTel" Motel for many years now and it'd fallen into more disarray than he was. Ozen was suprisingly acceptant of the shabby rundown facility to which I think Kira may have been a smidge disappointed that he wasn't more upset about the run down motel. I scarcely believe anyone could stand that place for more than a night and it most assuredly is no longer up to code."

Mr. Krahbs greets the two at the front door, "Heya toots! Greenie.. You comin' for some uh... whaddyacallit now? ... a 'night in' or what have you? If not, may I say you, my doll, look ravishing. I would love to disappoint you all night long, if this green stud isn't uh... ya know... up... to the task."

Kira rolled her eyes, "Not on your life dirtbag... give us a room."

[spidrboots]

angel dust fiddles with the impossibly short leather skirt of his tiny black & red nurse costume ( that would absolutely go against any kind of hospital dress code, but luckily he wasn't licensed ) as another hand swirls his drink lazily. truthfully, this was a much more held together party than he was used to -- the floors weren't sticky, making his boots squeak as he walked, there weren't numerous people passed out about the floor, possibly against their own judgments. it was a welcome change, so why wasn't he having any fun ? was it the severe, dangerous lack of PCP in his system ? did he need to do more shots ? was it because he had come here alone & his only company had been the lingering gaze of hungry looking male partygoers ? who was to say.

he finishes the drink in one large gulp & is immediately desperate for another. with tunnel vision, he takes long, deliberate strides into the fray towards the bar. his body bumps, without grace, into a much shorter figure in, he realizes with mild amusement, an angel costume. for a moment there is a sharp remark on the edge of his tongue about watching where she was going, but he swallows it back. he doesn't want to be that guy, not anymore. besides, he was just in a foul mood without the drugs.

normally, he would simply apologize & excuse himself to his destination, but the absolute starstruck bewilderment in this girls eyes holds him in place for a moment. had anyone ever looked like that down here ? she looked like she was at a concert, or surrounded by artwork, or something. it was surprising to say the least, if not also a bit puzzling. a smirk lifts up the side of angel's mouth, exposing a sharpened gold canine.

❝ heya, toots, ❞ he says amicably, ❝ this your first time at an ozzie party, or what ? ya look like a deer stuck in some trippy fuckin' headlights or somethin'. let's hope ya' don't get eaten alive like one. ❞

Emberlynn's eyes sparked with pure delight, looking around at practically everything once she entered the party. What was better than a Halloween party? A demon Halloween party of course!

She adjusted the fake halo atop of her head, scanning the room. Decked out in her cute little angel costume, she was sure she'd make an impression at least! Though now she wasn't sure what to do first. Check out the snack table? Mingle? Dance? Some weird combination of the three?

Emberlynn shrugged and ran right into the thick of it. She'd figure out. The night was still young!