#nisslie

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Niss scribbles. Again! I'd like to believe he poofs up ghibli style if he's REALLY embarrassed. Also, suspenders.

The last two are Nisslie doodles I never posted here

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Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Arackniss, Charlie Ship: Arackniss/Charlie A/N: a spicy commission. includes: bodyguard au, shitty hotel doors and their shittier locks, fun with guns, and a blowie. >///>;; Summary:  There’s never a dull day when you’re the Princess of Hell’s bodyguard.

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Being the Princess’ bodyguard came with a lot of surprises. 

The first being that, really, she didn’t need a bodyguard at all. Arackniss had seen for himself, more than once by now, that Charlie was more than capable of taking care of herself. Being the spawn of Lucifer and Lilith came with powers most hellborns and sinners couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And yet, her father still insisted she be guarded - especially after she set out on her own to pursue her, admittedly, ridiculous vision of redemption. 

He supposed it was the thought that counted. Or, at least, Lucifer hoped it counted for something. Charlie’s family business was really none of Arackniss’ but he’d go out on a limb to guess that her parents’ support would have meant more than a gifted bodyguard. 

He did his best not to think about that; he wasn’t paid enough to get involved that deep. It was hard not to think about it though, when Charlie became more and more defeated with every ignored phone call. 

She seemed to bounce back easy enough, at least. She never let herself wallow too long in her own pity, and instead refocused all of her attention on her hotel and the many sinners’ redemption arcs just waiting to be discovered. 

Arackniss’ included. 

He, personally, didn’t believe it was going to work out, or that it was even possible. Plenty of good people who did bad things ended up in Hell, and that alone was enough for him to consider it not worth the effort. Not that he would tell Charlie that, of course. 

His opinions on that matter aside, it didn’t take very long at all for the two to gravitate toward each other in less than professional ways. Being left to their own devices in a massive and relatively empty hotel and outside of Lucifer and Lilith’s peripherals at all times meant more lingering looks and touches that could have been accidental but weren’t. 

There was no denying Charlie was attractive, and regardless of what he thought of her ambitions, her drive to get where she wanted to go was admirable. It was almost cliche for someone like him to end up wanting someone like her. 

It didn’t help at all that she wanted him back. 

Even with the hotel being barely staffed and scarcely rented out, they still did their best to be secretive whenever they wanted to be alone together. It would have helped them some if Angel wasn’t around so often; while Arackniss didn’t have to worry about his brother running off to tell their father about his dirty deeds with the princess, he was still a gossip. And, just like on Earth, gossip and rumors spread fast in Hell. 

So even though keeping things as secretive as possible was a hassle, it made things easier in the long run. For the time being, anyway. 

It would catch up to them, Arackniss was sure of that. But now was not the time to think of that, especially when they were holed up in an empty hotel room with a lock that worked questionably at best. Had they even bothered to close the door all the way? He couldn’t recall, but he hoped they had while clumsily and hastily stumbling inside.

He’d go and check, but with Charlie on her knees in front of him, his mind decidedly settled on staying right where he was. 

He jerked his hips forward just a little as she tugged his pants down, and then shoved him back against the dresser behind him. The edge cut into the backs of his thighs before one set of hands managed to brace himself properly. 

Just one more surprise of being involved with Charlie; when the mood struck, her sexual appetite was incredibly voracious. And Arackniss didn’t mind that one bit, if anything he looked forward to the way she seemed to so desperately need him. 

While she fondled him into a full erection, he made a clumsy effort to remove his gun from the back of his pants. It would do neither of them any good if it hit the floor and went off. Not that his current round of ammunition could do much damage to either of them, but the attention the shot would bring to them would certainly be unwanted. 

He placed the gun on the dresser at his side, though didn’t quite get around to taking his hand away from it. The way Charlie was touching him made coordinating his movements a little more difficult than he would have liked to admit. 

The scrape of gunmetal on the dresser and it's glint in the dark seemed to catch Charlie’s attention as she leaned in to kiss the tip of him. It may have only been a glance, but Arackniss caught the way her eyes flitted from the gun in his hand and up to his face, and then away entirely. 

Deliberately, he dragged the mouth and sight of the handgun against the dresser again before lifting it up. The sound alone seemed to have the desired effect, as Charlie shifted on her knees and the blush across the bridge of her nose darkened. 

One hand found her hair and tangled in it, giving a little tug. “See somethin’ you like, Princess?” he asked, holding the gun up and giving it a little wave about. 

Charlie remained quiet for a moment, holding his gaze and doing her best to continue kissing at him. 

No definitive answer, Arackniss tugged her back by her hair gently, putting distance between his arousal and her mouth. His grin was sharp as he brought the gun to her instead. He ran the sight against her flushed and rosy cheek, then down toward her mouth. Her startled gasp and squeak at this made him chuckle inwardly. 

“Give it a lil kiss for me?” he coaxed while the fingers in her hair softly kneaded her scalp. 

“Arackniss,” Charlie whimpered, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “C-come on. This is… ”

“Gettin’ you wet,” he finished for her, and then pressed the gun toward her mouth again. “Kiss it.” 

She whined quietly, but complied. She pressed her lips to the gun carefully, and when he didn’t seem ready to pull it away after just that one, she kissed it again. And again, and again, until finally he did move it away, rubbing it against her neck and shoulder. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled, breathy and husky, and began to guide her back toward himself. This time, when she was close enough, there was no hesitance in taking him into her mouth. If she had been eager before, her desire seemed to have doubled now. 

He’d have to remember the gun for the next time. 

Her hands came up and found his hips, sharp nails digging into skin and fur with more force than likely intended. But the bite of her nails was welcomed, and he groaned and thrust into her mouth as she began to suck and stroke him with her tongue. 

Between the way the gun had worked her up and the way she had kissed it, and the way her mouth was currently working on him, he knew he wouldn’t last too long. That didn’t mean he wasn’t about to enjoy every moment of, though, and he had absolutely no shame in letting her know such, either. He made sure to grab and tug at her hair when her tongue or teeth hit just the right spot on his shaft. He even held her head in place now and then, thrusting shamelessly and eagerly into her mouth. 

Her quiet whimpers and moans and the way she shifted on her knees told him she was desperate, too. When this was finished, he would have to return the favor. And this was something he shouldn’t have thought too much about, because the thought of her on his tongue was enough to finally push him over the edge. He gripped her hair tight again and pressed himself inward, spurting into her mouth, down her throat. 

He almost missed his chance, but he was quick to lift the gun again and press it to her throat just as she swallowed. By the time he let her pull away, her pale skin was dusted pink all the way down to her heaving chest. 

“If I’da known guns got you off like that, I woulda letcha play with ‘em sooner, Princess,” Arackniss teased, finally putting the gun down on the dresser. Charlie didn’t bother to ward off the assumption, and instead giggled softly to herself.

“But for now, I think I oughta take care of that mess between your legs, huh?” 

“O-oh,” Charlie glanced down to her own lap, her thighs still pressed tightly together. She smiled up at him, a little bashful but not outright shy. “I… guess you should.”

However, before he could even make a move to shove himself off of the dresser and pin her to the floor like he very much wanted to do, the creaking hinges of the room’s door caught his attention. 

Fat Nuggets nosed his way into the room and paused in his wandering when he noticed he was not alone. 

This wouldn’t have been too much of a problem if it didn’t mean Angel wasn’t far behind him. 

And that they had, very obviously, not closed or locked the door on their way in.

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Niss and Angel + "You don't stay here, so why do you keep coming back?"

send me prompts for mini hazbin hotel and/or helluva boss fics!

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He doesn’t need to ask, but he will anyway. There’s a distant sense of familiarity in asking a question he already knows the answer to, just to see what Arackniss will say in response. There’s something almost forgotten in knowing that the question alone will make his brother squirm. 

It isn’t nostalgia that makes Angel step in front of Arackniss before he can get too close to Charlie’s room, not budging as the smaller body collides with his own; it’s spite. 

“Ain’t we in a rush this evenin’,” Angel teases, and he’s all arms and legs and sharp smiles, doing his best to keep Arackniss in place. It works, for the moment. 

“Get outta my way,” Arackniss says, taking a step back and looking up at his brother. “I ain’t here for you.”

“Oh, I know you ain’t,” Angel snorts, rolling his eyes. His grin broadens, sharpens. “But on that note: you don’t stay here, so why do you keep comin’ back, huh?”

Arackniss’s eyes narrow in a scowl. “It’s none of ya business,” he replies in less than a heartbeat, and that doesn’t surprise Angel, either. 

He rolls his eyes again. Arackniss’ business was never any of his, even a lifetime ago. He hadn’t expected that to change now. 

“Move,” Arackniss instructs, but when Angel doesn’t budge, the smaller spider just sighs and shoves his way passed. 

“Does Pop know where ya keep runnin’ off to?” Angel asks, twisting around and watching Arackniss walking away from him. 

That makes Arackniss slow down just a little, and then stop just a few steps away from Angel. He doesn’t look back at him when he says, “no.” It’s quieter than Angel expected, and it catches him off guard. 

Of course Angel hadn’t expected Henrion to know about this, but the way Arackniss admits it makes Angel realize that maybe this thing he has with Charlie actually means something to him. It has to, if he’s taking this kind of risk again and again.

His grin is soft for only a split second before it sharpens again. “Damn. Pussy must be real good in that case, huh?” 

Arackniss’ fur visibly stands on end, but by the time he’s turned, eyes glowing and Italian curses flying, Angel’s already begun to walk away.

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I’m surprised no one has made a chocolate pun with Nisslie

[iowamedia]

Daniel Nissly of Beatrice, Nebraska On Wednesday, Aug. 5, 2020, Daniel Nissly, 68, loving spouse and father, passed away at the Good Samaritan Home of Beatrice, Nebraska.

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Santa greets Levi Nissly, 1, at the Pa. Capitol Christmas tree lighting in the Rotunda on Dec. 8, 2017. Photo by @joehermitt #santa #santaclaus #christmas2017 #merrychristmas @pa_capitol_building #pacapitol #harrisburg #hbg #christmastree #treelighting #happyholidays #christmas

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Brain is fried, so I decided to just clean up an older Nisslie sketch I had.

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Cigarettes affect your appetite.

She made him eat something, don’t worry.

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HH Rarepair Month: August 2nd; First Meeting/Initial Attraction.

Whats got more tension and subtle ‘oh they’re kinda hot’ vibes than bandaging someone up?

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HH Rarepair Month, Aug 19th: Extermination Day

ANGY

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HH Rarepair Month, Aug 16th: Similarities/Differences

It’s about the PARALLELS for me

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HH Rarepair Month: Aug 9th Angst / Hurt/Comfort

whattya do when your chipper girlfriend is freaking out? Try not to freak out yourself, probably.

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Some late night doodles

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Haha rare pair go brrr... 2!!

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Yoooooo! Do you have any Nisslie headcanons for us?

Do I?!

A lot of these are ALSO aided by @sluttycrimehat, through rp shenanigans.

So FIRST OF ALL, you get your standard Sunshine/Grump dynamic, which I am always down for, with the added booster of 'character dynamic that doesn't get explored by the fandom at all so lots of fun ground there'. I really enjoy rarepairs and crackships for the potential alone, yknow? Finding content for them I didn't make is like finding treasure, too, so that's exciting.

Charlie is taller than Niss, but not by much. Until disproven by canon, I hc Niss to be around 5'8-- Which isn't exactly short by human standards, but he's definitely a shorty compared to all the 7, 8, 9 ft tall demons running around in Hell.

Initially, Niss is... Offput? By Charlie's friendliness and willingness to help out just because she can. He's not used to genuine kindness, and it actually makes him a little uncomfortable because he's just not sure how to react.

Once he warms up to her though, it's one of the things he really likes about her.

Niss also likes that Charlie could kick his ass if she really, really wanted to. She's the Princess of Hell, and he's highly aware of that and what that means. Ironically, he's the dom, and he's also super into the switched power dynamic when it comes to that kinda thing.

Charlie's love of breaking into singing and dancing was startling at first, but Niss got used to it, and is happy to stand by and watch. However, when asked to join, he'll shoot it down because he "doesn't sing".

In a way I imagine their dynamic is a little like Rapunzel and a MUCH more stoic Flynn Rider/Eugene

Charlie didn't know he and Angel were brothers until they both said something via Awkward Meeting in the Hotel. Angel actually warned her about getting involved with his brother in any sense, because of the mob connections.

Charlie gives Arackniss a key to the backdoor of the hotel, and tells him he can come back whenever he wants, be it because he doesn't have anywhere else to go, or if he ever just... Wants to.

Angel absolutely uses the interest Charlie and Niss have in each other to pick on his brother.

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Need a fancy event for fancy clothes