#hh fanfic

[hellverse-angst-and-smut]

I forgot that anon requested Vox have a pussy and I fucked up TvT

I didn’t want to delete this, so here enjoy- if somebody wants me to finish this later, I can. Otherwise it shall remain unfinished

Vox had been stuck in meeting after meeting. He complained to you how bored and frustrated he was during a quick bathroom break he got between meetings. “…I’m so done with this shit… I still have two more meetings… I don’t know if I can do two more hours of this shit…” he groaned, “I’m so ready to be done..” You tease him, “I could always cockwarm you during your meetings~”. He blushed hard “wh-what..” You watched as malfunctioned and glitched from being flustered. You giggled “aw baby.. I was only teasin~” You could hear that his breathing quickened and saw his pupils had dilated. As he washed his hands, you stood behind him, watching him in the mirror. You smirked and pressed yourself to his ass, trailing your fingertips up his sides as you did. He took a shaky breath and shuddered. He dried off his hands with the hand towel hanging beside him and shyly glanced up at the reflection of your eyes, briefly meeting your gaze. He shivered and blushed harder and looked back down as he hung the hand towel back up. He whined softly and put a hand over yours, he gently shifted your hand until it was wrapped around his waist, resting over his dick. You smirked and lightly squeezed, feeling how hard he was through his pants. He whimpered quietly “…daddy please… we have ti-..” Almost as if on cue, an alarm went off on his phone, alerting him his meeting was about to start. He whined “…fuck..” He grumbled as you pulled away. “Go. Meeting time baby boy~” you purred.

[luciluck2046]

OH HEY EVERYONE ♥️♥️

Before reading this post, be aware that this account is of a teen (this is for all the random asks I got with helping ppl with donations and stuff, like sorry??? I DON'T EVEN HAVE A 💳???) ANYWAY. Here you are free to ask about anything, like almost anything. I can answer to a bunch of mental disorder related shits (not rl but if you just want to get a quick check from me abt adhd, depression or anxiety, I'm your man)

Current hyperfixation: Murder Drones.

How to call me? Call me Luci. Or Luck. Or anything you want. Anything is fine with me.

Wondering what my pronouns are?

Well, you can use any.

But my preferred are she/they. I'm a demigirl. 🙃🙃🙃

I made a blog for all my storyes, check @artsycrow46-writing for them.

All my art is further down the hole, but be careful fellow friend! 🫡🫡 The dark deep hole of (maybe) cringe posts and a very lgbt friendly account awaits you!!! (for more info-that's pretty necessary, read more)

Anyway, I am working on some fanfictictions. Both of them are tied to my Undertale AU, on Wattpad. Check the writing blog if you want the links, IT'S GETTING ANNOYING TO KEEP HAVING TO COPY THEM. TwT

Fell free to put your opinion over the fanfics on this post. Or on my WattPad account. No one has really noticed my work 😅😅😅. Ever😅😅😅😅.

I have two UTDR AUs. (And I have plans for a third, I'll just leave a name for that one since it's not entirely finished)

Luci's Underwitch (LUW) - The first AU I've ever made, it's a crossover AU where monsters are replaced by witches. The blog for it is @lucisunderwitch.

KittyTale/KittyRune (KT/KR) - Still in process, less complicated than the first, since it's ALL just a style change, almost nothing tied to the story. The blog for it is @kittytale-au. Edit: NOT ANYMORE I DELETED THE BLOG IT GOT MOVED TO @lucisunderwitch

The Story Runes (TSR) - haven't cooked anything, kind of a crossover.

If y'all need any reference sheets, most of them are on the other accounts. Have Delilah and Luci tho.

[grayintogreen]

ELDRITCH AND UNCHARTED SHORES

"Have you seen the roses?"

As this haunting refrain continues to pass across Hell, heralding strange events and odd behavior from powerful Hellborn, Charlie Morningstar is just trying to keep her hotel running as both a rehab and a halfway house for demons wishing for safety and protection, plan her wedding, and keep her sanity while dealing with her mother's return to the stage after an eight year absence and the trouble the opening act Velvette brought for her brings as well as a trio of new media Overlords.

But despite all the little problems piling up, something is very, very wrong in Hell and what's more Heaven knows what it is and after a year's absence, they've approached the Morningstars with a bargain that will open up secrets left buried for millenniums and put the fate of Hell and Heaven in Charlie's hands.

No pressure.

(The final book of the Roseverse saga.)

PROLOGUE

Conspiracies come to light in Heaven; Lute visits the Garden.

[mandareeboo]

Title: For you may be the next to die

Summary: "A funeral is a holy day," she manages to get out from between her fingers. Sera is leading the congregation in song. "It's like they've forgotten that."

Excerpt:

The funeral is massive. White banners cover the hall as the seven golden trumpets glimmer in their cases. There is no body and yet there is a casket, double the length of Adam's body and a bit thicker than he was in afterlife. Every Exorcist is in attendance in their finest, sharpest armor, and they all share stories on the stand- from his leadership to the names he gave them. They even managed to find a somewhat appropriate picture of the first man, flashing the camera a rock-on sign in front of an extraordinarily expensive guitar. They read Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 and Emily sobs for an entirely different reason. "There, there, my dear," urges the newest angel and her new best friend, Sir Pentious, as he squeezes her shoulder. "He didn't sssuffer." "A funeral is a holy day," she manages to get out from between her fingers. Sera is leading the congregation in song. "It's like they've forgotten that."

For a buddy! I had a lot of fun putting bible verses in this bad boy. I think it's a great comparison to the actions of Heaven in the show.

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[bigbeanbear]

Okay, so I dedicated my first smut in English to Chaggie:

Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell, is very much a pillow princess. Luckily, Vaggie loves being her service top. However, what happens if Charlie decides to shift their dynamic in bed and tie her tough-looking girlfriend up for her own good?

As the title and summary above suggests, this fanfic is about Charlie help Vaggie relearn the way of trust through bondage. Yes, they have kinky s3x in this, but they also talk about the problem of seeming imbalances in their relationship (in bed and beyond). I believe that they are both switches actually, and I want Charlie to validate Vaggie as an equal partner.

Some trigger warnings other than the consensual kinks: I headcanon that Vaggie suffered from bullying in the angelic army and has mental health issues stemmed from her past traumatic events. There is a graphic scene portraying the physical attack and non-consensual restraints that she endured during an incident in the exorcist days, and another scene of her mental breakdown after the hotel opening.

Note that the first chapter is the fic and the second chapter is some lores I wrote for this fic for your reference (Vaggie's origin, sexuality, gender expression, mental health issues, etc.)

Feel free to leave me any comments on AO3!

Many thanks for the inspiration from the fanart of @barblaz-arts (I just love the design of Vaggie's halter top: x x x x x) and @reicav97 (a quote about making your partner pass out in bed).

Other Easter Eggs:

Angel Dust jokes about Vaggie being the only “straight guy” in the hotel: It’s referred to one of Vivziepop’s youtube streams (1:07:24) and a cast interview by The Hollywood Reporter.

Charlie admires Vaggie’s “gorge’ body”: A homage to a cast interview on youtube where Charlie’s VA Erika compliments Vaggie's VA Stephanie’s "gorge'" (gorgeous) hairstyle on the red carpet of the show premiere.

“she would kill everyone in this hotel and then herself”: A homage to the famous meme of Stephanie in Brooklyn 99: “I've only had Arlo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

“Repeat after me, ‘I’m your equal partner.’”: Inspired by the line “Repeat after me, ‘We can fix this together.’” that Luz says to Amity in the episode Understanding Willow in The Owl House.

[ashterblaster]

Alrighty! Since my earlier post got a few notes, I'll go ahead and post the first half of my Radiostatic fic here! Warning, it's p short but I'm excited to see where it goes, as I've got the first half of part two pretty much fleshed out. Would love comments/reblogs to see how it was received! Hope y'all enjoy~

Summary: Vox finds out there are worse things than just being in Hell; like being sick in Hell. Alastor has a laugh at his expense every step of the way.

It had started as nothing but a minor annoyance. A dryness of the throat, which was typical for an early morning in Hell. Moisture wasn’t really a thing, even if you considered the fucking acid rain. Which Vox didn’t; that shit was genuinely the worst. But he’d at least had access to clean(ish) water, and cleared his throat a couple of times… the sensation still lingered. Well, it wasn’t anything for him to be overly concerned with. Besides, he had a meeting this morning with Alastor where they were going to discuss more hot-topic talking points for his radio show. 

The cloying, scratchy feeling in his throat still hadn’t gone away, even though it had been at least a couple hours since he first woke up. He made himself breakfast, something simple - eggs and toast, which… the fact that he was even able to scrounge up the materials to have a decent meal still startled him. It was Hell after all - everything was still jarring. 

He barely managed to choke down the slightly burnt edges of bread and too runny eggs (jeez, the food didn’t usually taste five star, but today was bad) before getting washed and dressed. The turtleneck he normally wore felt scratchier than normal, and he tugged at the collar in irritation. Even his antenna weren’t properly fitting into his hat… Gah - today had barely started and it was already a wash.

Well, he could at least look forward to seeing Alastor. Despite how every denizen in Hell he’d met so far had told him to steer clear of The Radio Demon, Vox hadn’t been able to say ‘no’ to him yet. Not once. Even when he’d suggested the damn hat giving him so much trouble now - silly, ridiculous even he’d thought when he first put it on. But one look at Alastor’s approving grin had dashed his worries easily. He’d do just about anything to have that look directed towards him again… Oof, was the heater on the fritz again? It was suddenly so warm.

Sniffing idly, Vox descended the steps of his apartment and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Ugh, it was warm out here too. Well… that wasn’t so much surprising as it was an inconvenience. Hell always seemed to be too warm, but today the pentagram striped sun seemed to beat down on his head with a particularly harsh intensity.

He rolled his neck with a soft grunt, fingers gripping the taught muscle with a grimace. You’d think after however many years (1, 3, more?) of living with a fucking television set for a cranium he’d have gotten used to the aches and pains that came along with it. Vox once again had to remind himself that it was Hell - there were worse things than stiff joints.

“Quite the lovely day we have upon us, isn’t it?”

“JESUS SHIT–!” Vox staggered to the side, his screen glitching slightly from the shock of Alastor’s voice directly beside him. “Wh– You have got to stop doing that, Al! One day I’m gonna get a fucking heart attack.”

Alastor’s grin seemed to widen, eerily. “Oh, I would highly advise against that, old pal! We’re dreadfully short on paramedics here in Pentagram City.” His shoulders shook lightly, obviously amused at his own joke. Vox simple deadpanned, though he fought against his mouth instinct to inch upwards at the corners. Despite being fucking sadistic, Alastor could also be pretty funny - when he wasn’t unsettling or downright terrifying. 

“Anyhow~! You look a bit… disheveled this morning!” Vox tilted his head; he’d said it as if it were the most delightful observation he’d made in ages, “Sleep on the wrong side of the bed, hm?”

“No? I… Well, I looked fine in the mirror.” He argued, smoothing down his shirt a bit self-consciously. Alastor hummed thoughtfully, reached a hand out to gently tug on the tag sticking out of Vox’s inside-out jacket. “I suppose that’s the cons of not having eyes in the back of one’s head, haha!” 

Vox snorted as he began to shrug out of the denim. “Right, like you do?…” He trailed off, giving Alastor a once over. “You- you don’t, right?” 

“Oh, heavens no! But I do have my ways of seeing things others might easily miss.” His ears twitched slightly when Vox sniffed, and his head craned to one side unnaturally. Curious. 

Vox had barely gotten his jacket smoothed out, gaze flicking back to Alastor - only to find the other’s face mere inches from his own. He flinched, feeling heat creep up along his neck as he rose a brow, tentatively inching back. “Is… something else wrong?”

After far too long of a beat, the pinstriped demon snapped back into his place on the sidewalk, giving another curious hum. “Nothing at all, dear. Now! Enough dawdling - shall we get a move on? Rolling stones and such!” Without waiting for an answer, Alastor began walking down the pavement, and Vox blinked before following after him.

‘He’s being extra weird today. Wonder why?’ Although Vox had long since given up on making sense of Alastor’s every behavior. He’d go absolutely insane to even try. The guy… sinner… demon was nothing short of a fucking enigma, someone most insisted was to be feared and meant to stay FAR FUCKING AWAY from. Maybe Vox was foolish to still consider him good company, but it wasn’t as though he had other sinners breaking down his door to befriend him, let alone ones he actually found himself sharing common interests with. 

Plus… the guy was charming, when he wasn’t being wholly off-putting. And even then, Vox didn’t really mind that side of him. He was just quirky. 

As they walked and made conversation, Vox found his throat going from scratchy to genuinely sore and aching. He was clearing it more often, and trying not to be off-put by the odd, static distorted quality it would get every now and again. Alastor for his part seemed to be indifferent - thank goodness - but Vox felt a small mound of worry forming in his gut. Not for his throat, but something else was… well, no other way to describe it but itching in the back of his head. Like a clothes tag itching at the back of your neck, except it was directly behind his eyes, insistent and growing steadily as they walked.

Eventually, Vox’s steps slowed, and he began to blink rapidly. 

Alastor matched his pace until they were both standing still, the radio demon looking both curious and… oddly expectant. 

Vox gave his head a trembling shake, the feeling seeming to pulse before climbing higher.

“Hahh…?” The inhale swept through his lungs, causing them to seize up as his chest rose and fell unsteadily. His screen flickered as he continued to pant unevenly, a hand raising to mid-chest. Wait, this was all oddly familiar: the gasping, the build up, this itch… was he going to…? He hadn’t even noticed Alastor taking a precautionary step back before–

“heh’AAKKTTSCHHUE!!”

His head snapped forward, and Vox barely - just barely stopped the rest of his body from joining it in tumbling down. The raised hand held onto the top of his head in an attempt at steadying it, and he managed to right himself with a huge gasp. 

“Fucking shit–!!” He exclaimed, chest muscles heaving from the absolute workout straightening back up. He blinked again, before wincing and gripping the side of his head with a groan. “Fuck, fuck my head…” 

“Well, well!” Alastor tittered, clapping his hands together a few times, “Quite the performance, my good man! Quite the show!” Giddiness radiated from him, a stark contrast to the pained misery staining Vox’s features. 

“Nghh… did I just… sneeze?” It felt far more arduous than Vox recalled it ever being when he was alive. Then again, he’d never had to sneeze while trying to keep himself from falling on his ass. This really was Hell, wasn’t it?

“That’s the the term most would use, yes! Not quite used to it with your new hardware, eh?” Vox winced at the tap of Alastor’s staff against his head. 

“No, I’m not. Fuck, that was awful… snf!” He raised a finger to scrub against the middle of his face, and Alastor laughed gleefully when his companion realized he didn’t have a nose to actually rub. “… you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, most assuredly, my dear!” His smile didn’t falter once when Vox began to pout, “Now don’t give me that look, it’s all in good fun!” 

Despite his insistence, Vox rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what’s so ‘fun’ about feeling like absolute shit.” Maybe if it was some other sucker sure, but it wasn’t.

“So you are feeling unwell!” Alastor interrupted his thoughts, then clasped his hands together in delight, “Oh, I’d hoped that was the case!” 

“Wait, what?”

Now it was Alastor’s turn to roll his eyes. He stepped closer to Vox, lifting the bottom of his head with his staff. “Tell me, dear - does your throat ache? Do you feel a bit warmer than usual? Perhaps a little… fuzzy in the head?” 

Vox made a slight face. “How… did you know all of that?” He hated when Alastor would do this - toy with him instead of just getting right to the point. He was already feeling like garbage, what was the point of making him think when– wait…

“Ah, the cogs seeme to be turning now, yes?” Alastor’s grin was almost too eager. Vox shuffled back a bit, rubbing the side of his head as he tried to process the conclusion he’d come to. 

“Wait, I… I can get sick? In Hell? That’s a thing?!” 

“Oh, you just make this better and better, truly!” Alastor grinned gleefully, completely ignoring the panic radiating off of Vox. “But yes, you can fall ill in Hell, of all places. I assumed you knew that–”

“HOW would I have ever known that? it’s fucking news to me!”

“Well obviously,” The way Alastor rolled his eyes was enough to potentially give Vox an ulcer. Was he capable of having those, too? Why didn’t he put the pieces of still being biologically able to fall ill together sooner?! Or better yet - why hadn’t Alastor told him, since he seemed to be so fucking knowledgeable on the subject! However it seemed that his flaring irritation would have to take a momentary backseat - that awful sensation was back, almost worse than before, and a shudder rippled along Vox’s spine before it grew uncomfortably stiff. “Hahh… hhh…?” His screen flickered with static as his breathing continued to waver, a hand rising in more impulse than actual desire to cover his mouth. Even through his fluttering lids, he could feel Alastor watching him, eager and yet patient. As if this entire situation wasn’t confounding enough, embarrassing enough, the person he least wanted to be present now had a front row seat. Take a picture, it’ll last longer nestled just on the tip of his tongue, but another sharp inhale reminded him that talking likely wasn’t the smartest option. Not while his head still felt like it was full of fuzzy, restless static–

“ehh-hahH! EA’KTTSCHHHUE!” 

Though not as large as his initial sneeze, it still sent him staggering forward harshly. His screen was almost parallel with his hips in the process, and when he righted, it felt as if rising from being submerged in water for too long. His head, his neck, his core - everything ached, all from a sneeze. He didn’t bother masking a groan. 

“Fuck…” Although his discomfort might as well have meant jack-shit when countered with Alastor’s reaction. The bastard was laughing, as if seeing Vox nearly topple over from a sneeze was just about the funniest damned thing he’d seen in decades. Vox’s temple throbbed painfully as he glared at the Radio Demon, who was dabbing at the edges of his eyes with one corner of a handkerchief. 

“Oh goodness me - you certainly don’t do anything by halves, do you?” 

“You act like I did that on purpose.” Vox countered with a roll of his eyes, sniffling which… if he didn’t have a nose or sinuses, shouldn’t have been an action he could carry out. But there were multiple facets of Hell that technically didn’t make sense. Apparently this was just one among the hundreds of others. 

Alastor didn’t offer much in the way of a response. If anything, he was eerily silent, but his gaze penetrated Vox straight through to his damned soul. Vox felt warmth creep up along his neck. 

“If you’re waiting for it to happen again, you’re shit outta luck.”

Though he said it with confidence, he was internally dreading the moment another sneeze would grab hold of him. Alastor simply shrugged, but his gaze still held that air of anticipation. 

“Suit yourself. It’s certainly no skin off my nose.” His smile widened a fraction when Vox growled under his breath. 

Cyan-tipped fingers scrubbed along the surface of his screen, a bit harsher than was necessary. The irritation wasn’t as strong as before, but it lingered just out of his reach; strong enough to make it’s presence known, but not enough to trigger another sneeze. 

By the time he’d grown tired of uselessly assaulting his own face, Alastor was already a good couple of steps ahead of him. Apparently he’d grown tired of waiting for the ‘show’ to continue.

Shoulders sagging with another liquid-tinged sniffle, Vox reluctantly broke into a jog in order to catch up with him. 

Yeah. Today was definitely going to be… entertaining. 

[hellverse-angst]

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[hauntedhokage]

Day 6: Sex Work & Biting

Bakugou/Camgirl!Readerl

word count: 1.2k

warnings: filming, mentions of breeding, role play, THIS IS A SEX WORK POSITIVE SPACE.

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“You’re sure?” you ask, leaning back against the headboard and watching as he adjusts his gauntlets. This wasn’t just him fucking you on camera, that had been done before and multiple times - always being mindful to protect his identify since the number one hero probably shouldn’t be caught fucking his girlfriend on her cam show. This was him putting on his costume, being Dynamight, and fucking you on camera because a superhero role play donation goal had been met. When you’d set the goal up you’d planned on just getting a Uravity costume and asking him to pretend to be a villain you were seducing, but instead he’d met your suggestion with his own - you getting punished by the number one hero. 

“My idea.”

“Yeah but you’re allowed to change your mind. This could have a serious impact on your career if-“

“If it’s figured out then so what? I have a hot girlfriend who uses her beautiful body to make money - and I get to help while also showing off that you’re very much taken. And one day you’ll be my wife.”

“Who says?”

“I do. That’s not a proposal, by the way.” 

You shake your head, but hold your hand out for his mask while sliding out of the bed. You always felt small standing near as, as your neighbor-turned-subscriber-turned boyfriend was tall and bulky and just big. But when he was in his costume Bakugou just felt massive. Thick kevlar and other protective materials, the large gauntlets that made his large arms even thicker, the normally imposing man turned into a godlike figure. 

And you couldn’t wait to have him on top of you in that imposing costume. 

But first, formalities. 

His mask in your hands always felt heavy, it was mostly in your hands before he was leaving you rather abruptly to go stop a villain and you were left mildly concerned for his safety and the status of the situation that he’d be called during what should’ve been time to rest to handle it. But you always flipped it over, fingers carefully caressing the material as you leaned in to press a kiss to the spot that would rest over the bridge of his nose. This time would be no different, even if the villain he was fighting was just you in a skimpy costume made for him to be able to rip apart. The fight wouldn’t be punches and explosions, instead one of sharp teeth and tongues, grabby hands and filthy language that only comes out when you've got him on camera with you. 

“You ready?” Your voice is soft as you slide his mask into place, stealing a kiss as he grins. He takes your mask off to give it the same treatment before putting it back on your face, and you know he’s basking in the way you smile up at him when he does. 

“Let’s get the camera rollin’.”

And as you lie face down on your mattress, Bakugou’s teeth digging into your shoulder to keep himself quiet as he pounds into you from behind, you couldn’t be happier. He was so rough, bordering on feral as his hips met the cushy flesh of your ass. The sound of his pants slapping against the spandex you wore echoing in your ears as the background noise to his pleasured groans and threats to throw you in prison anyway despite your cooperation with his “investigation”. 

“You really think I can let someone like you go free?” He growls, hand in your hair to pull your head back so he could get close to your ear. “Gonna fuck some morals into you, maybe even a baby. Hard to be a villain when you’re having a hero’s baby, right?”

The bite to your jaw that follows has you whining, your cunt clenching around him and bringing a hiss out of the number one hero but he doesn’t falter in his rough pace in the slightest. He just presses his face into your neck and bites down harder, hard enough that you’re sure he’s broken skin but that was a problem for later when you had the ability to maintain a train of thought for longer than three seconds. 

“I’m gonna cum, and I don’t give a shit if you do or don’t,” he warns before shoving your head down into the mattress, his grip on your wrists that he’d been holding behind your back getting tighter as he fucks into you harder and without a care for your own comfort or completion. You feel your insides churn with each thrust, almost as if he was rearranging to ensure there was always a spot for his cock inside you and cement his spot in your life. 

It’s by design that you don’t cum, since a majority of your viewers liked when Bakugou treated you like a fucktoy and you both had agreed that it would fit the scene more if he just chased his own pleasure then got you off once the cameras stopped rolling. It was also by design that you and your boyfriend had abstained from sex for a few days, since Bakugou got a bit rougher when he’d gone without for a while and also had a much more eruptive orgasm because of it. The people wanted a show, and Bakugou Katsuki was quite the showman when you asked him to be - and the way he made himself just a bit more vocal than usual as he released inside you proved just that. He liked the losers hearing just how good you made him feel and loved showing it off - so much so that he leans over to grab the closest camera off of the tripod so he can film himself pulling out, and display your cum filled hole when he spreads your cheeks apart to give a clear view of your pussy - his pussy.

Once the cameras are all shut off, the light in the room dimmed, you hear him remove the gauntlets and gloves before his bare palm is on your back rubbing slow circles. 

“I’m good,” you answer before the question can be asked, turning to look at him to see his small smile. You loved that smile, since it was your smile. Nobody else got that but you (and maybe his mother if they weren’t screaming at each other). “You?”

“Perfect. Even when you’re a supervillain you take good care of me. Shower?”

“Bath then rinse in shower, hero?”

“I’ll get the water running and bring you some water.”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

When you started dating Bakugou you’d made it clear that you had no intention of quitting your streams or any other business ventures that you’d had running before you met him, and he’d been more than accepting of that. He didn’t want you to change for him, and he could give a fuck about the impact to his career because what mattered most to him was your happiness. Did you think that you’d be making amateur porn with the number one hero on a bi-monthly basis? No; but it was a unique aspect to your relationship that you loved, and appreciation for how confident and secure he was in himself and your relationship that he helped you make the content that you sold. Being wrecked by your boyfriend, to be covered in his bites and bruises left from his hands that would later caress you so gently as he took care of you afterward, was the sweetest balance that you hadn’t expected but definitely cherished. Katsuki Bakugou was yours, and he made sure you knew he was just as in love with you as you were with him. 

[redvexillum]

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[xxl1ghtxx]

I remember reading one staticmoth fanfic some weeks ago and it had this scene that legit made me wanna cry so hard its not even funny

[tamaruaart]

Hazbin Hotel wishes it was Dante's inferno

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[frostbite-fable]

Co-author: @candywraptor Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Characters: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Alastor's Shadow (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Explicit Sexual Content, Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Depressed Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, that one trope where lucifer heals alastor, Injury Recovery, quid pro quo, Blood, Blood As Penicillin, Body Exploration, Teeth, Lucifer Morningstar is a Monsterfucker, Angst, Guilt, Wing Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Touch-Averse Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Graphic Depictions of Wounds, Slow Burn

Summary:

"You are shockingly bad at understanding when you're not wanted." "Maybe. But I do know when I'm useful." -or- Favors, fighting, and feelings, oh my.

[grayintogreen]

eldritch and uncharted shores

"Have you seen the roses?"

As this haunting refrain continues to pass across Hell, heralding strange events and odd behavior from powerful Hellborn, Charlie Morningstar is just trying to keep her hotel running as both a rehab and a halfway house for demons wishing for safety and protection, plan her wedding, and keep her sanity while dealing with her mother's return to the stage after an eight year absence and the trouble the opening act Velvette brought for her brings as well as a trio of new media Overlords.

But despite all the little problems piling up, something is very, very wrong in Hell and what's more Heaven knows what it is and after a year's absence, they've approached the Morningstars with a bargain that will open up secrets left buried for millenniums and put the fate of Hell and Heaven in Charlie's hands.

No pressure.

(The thrilling finale of the Roseverse saga.)

Chapter Two: cee how they run things

Angel gets a new job; Vox encounters an old enemy; Crymini and Husk bond; two antagonists have a cryptic conversation.

[mandareeboo]

Title: Lord bless Charlie Mops

Summary: Husk is always at his brightest when he's making someone else a drink.

Excerpt:

"I like booze, Princess," he says, holding up said morning bottle. "Huuuuussskkkk," she whined. "No, no, he means it," Alastor soothes her. "You're a whiskey history fellow, if I do recall." "I like old shit," Husk agreed. "Used to keep a whole stock of hell-damned spirits. Actually, I-" He stopped and cleared his throat. "Aw, hell. You don't wanna hear about this." "Bullshit!" Angel Dust cries, scrambling across the room to drape across his seat. Husk got the feeling Angel just felt more comfortable in a barstool than a sofa in general, and the alcohol was just a fun second reason. "C'moonnnnnn, Husky. Tell me a bedtime story."

Woot woot! Coming back from a six month dry period with some HUSK LOVE! Everything here is so shippy, I wanted to dive into Husk as a character a bit instead.

Fun fact: the title is based off a song!

(Also, shoutout to my obvious Lackadaisy ref)

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[wildwolf-fandoms]

Yeah, we had to reserve your fave's character development to fit them to their shipping partner, sorry. We had to sexualize or draw them with a famous shipping partner at any and every fanart/fic, sorry. We had to turn them into a cowardly, useless bitch even if they can use weapons or have powerful abilities in their canon, sorry. We had to portray them as a cruel, sadistic dick despite that's the opposite of their Canon personality, sorry. We had to turn them into a meek, anxious person despite them starting to find their confidence at the end of the series, sorry. We had to call them mean things and demonize them for showing their trauma and disorder symptoms in a non - uwufied way, sorry. We had to romanticize and uwufy them for showing the signs of trauma and mental illness in an "aesthetical" way, sorry. We had to label people who criticize snd call out these things Homophobic, Transphobic, ableist and P3do, sorry.