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Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Valentino

Adam

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

the worst thing about writing is that you aren’t just a writer. you have to be a thousand things. a poet, a flirt, a weapons expert, a bleeding heart, a scholar, a legendary cook, a theorist, an engineer, a reckless teenage girl, a dying god. you have to be able to write monologues and speeches and heartfelt confessions, and you have to make them believable. writing is putting yourself into someone else’s shoes.

writing is really hard (◕︿◕✿)

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Nah that´s too relatable! Where are they getting this from lmfao

I want to take a heaping batch of #aegon ii targaryen smut and spread it all over me like I’m that peanut butter baby. You know the one.

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

SPFHTGEG Where can I get this? Because I need it so bad now!!

you and jj liked to fuck to horror movies.

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

the details on how it all started were fuzzy. you didn’t even like horror— could barely stomach all the jumpscares, the blood, the gore. the boy would force you to watch the films anyway (they were all he had available, all he bothered to buy anyway), loving how you would curl up next to him shakily, a firm hand on his bicep as you pressed yourself impossibly close to his side. he liked to whisper in your ear how he’d protect you, or sometimes trash you for jumping at the tamest of scares.

sometimes, when you got a little too freaked out, he’d take your face in one hand, squishing the fat of your cheeks unflatteringly as he slid his tongue into your mouth, sloppily wrapping the muscle around your own and angling to shove it deeper into your mouth. he was almost as gross as some of his movies about it, but it calmed you down right away.

one night you’d eased yourself sideways onto his lap, face hiding pathetically in the crease of his neck as you tried to block out the screen from your line of vision. jj, seemingly too interested in what was happening onscreen, surmised the best solution at that moment was to slowly reach his hand down your panties and rub slow, comforting circles onto your clit.

“jay?”

“shh, just focus on me, sweetcheeks.”

you couldn’t understand exactly how that was possible, given that every sound emitting from the tv had you near shrieking. you opened your mouth to tell him he was being ridiculous, but he caught on before you could manage— bringing his lips to your neck as he dipped his fingers into you simultaneously. you stifled a moan, head still buried in the crook of his neck.

“good?” he asked softly, eyes still glued to the screen, fingers still working their way inside of you. you managed a nod, lifting your head to look at him.

against your will, you caught sight of the movie in your peripheral, just as the movie threw another lousy jumpscare on screen. your hand flies to your mouth to conceal your scream, but jj angles his fingers against that spot in your walls at the same time, and your eyes widen as you let out a pornographic moan instead— adrenaline and fear mixing deliciously with the pleasure delivered by jj and his hands.

he stops for a second, looking down at you with his brows furrowed, the way he normally does when the wheels in his brain turn as he formulates a plan. you feel him shift under you, his hard-on now evident against the curve of your ass.

he whispers to you, “keep your eyes on the movie,”— so low you can barely hear it, but the assertiveness of it sends shivers down your spine so severe you don’t even question what was asked of you.

his hands move faster now, teeth gritted as he now watches you and your fear-filled eyes on the television. he waits, knowing another scare is soon to come up, before pressing his thumb to your clit as he pumps two fingers into your now sopping wet cunt, groaning when he feels you clench around him when you let out a scream-moan— adrenaline rushing through your veins, the foreign feeling so intense it brings you to orgasm almost immediately. jj watches you, mouth agape as he slows his movements, panting heavily as you stare at each other wordlessly. he dips to press a sloppy, wet hot kiss to your mouth before you feel him move inside you again, this time faster— desperate to get you to cum like that again.

now, every time movie night rolls around, he makes sure your back is pressed to his chest, a protective hand held at the back of your neck, ensuring your eyes stay glued on the tv, as he fucks up into you for the third time that night.

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

>Forever in love with the fact that Astarion canonically watches you sleep.

There's nothing but pure fondness in his eyes, his cheek resting on his cold palm as he takes his sweet time to examine your features. To admire the way your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, the way your face twitches every once in a while, likely from a dream you're having— and the way a small smile sets on your lips, perhaps even dreaming of him.

In a world where he knew nothing but torture and pure agony, you were nothing but his holy light. His saviour, his angel— the one reason he now believes in love, rather than pretending and seeing people as means to an end. Perhaps falling in love with a sacrificial lamb wasn't the smartest thing, yet he could swear his cold, dead heart felt the slightest hint of warmth whenever he was reminded of the chance you gave him.

“Hello, darling.” His tone is even and sweet the moment you stir awake, not bothering to hide the raw admiration taking over his red eyes. With the same love his gaze holds, you take your time to admire the man that Astarion is— the way his sharp fangs show whenever he speaks, the creases around his mouth and nose, the crow's feet, and the barely visible beauty marks all over his skin.

Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, spreading its warmth all over his usually cold skin, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone with a tenderness he's not used to. Despite a part of him almost begging him to pull away, he stays still, allowing you to caress his pale skin, soaking in the affection you're giving him— the life he dreamed of, something that seemed so unattainable in the past is now his reality.

His own hand comes up to cup your cheek as well, watching you lean into his touch with no hesitation or fear, a raw display of trust that'll warm his heart for every single century to come. He leans closer, his lips lightly grazing yours until you close your eyes, a silent promise of love ringing in the air the moment his lips finally make full contact with yours, kissing you with a gentleness so unlike someone his kind, reserved only for you.

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

One aspect of Halsin's epilogue dialogue with a solomanced player that sticks out to me is Halsin saying that he fears coming will turn out to be a mistake, before explaining that he took the player from a life of high adventure to one that can be described as anything but. And then after being reassured, he says that he still expects to stir from the dream, or that part of him fears something MUST go wrong, depending on the option the player chooses.

Meaning... he had thought about this before and had wondered if it as a good idea, and had concluded that it possibly wouldn't. That going would quite possibly- maybe even probably- make the player realize they weren't happy with him anymore, leave him, and return to their life of high adventure. That he'd "stir from the dream" and be alone once more, because surely no one would actually continue to choose him? Surely he's too happy, surely something in his life must go wrong eventually?

He literally fears that going to the party could result in the player leaving him, and he still does it anyway not only because he loved and missed their traveling companions that much, but because he knows if that is what the player chooses, he'll have to respect it, even if it will utterly gut him in the process.

"You could have done anything. Gone with anyone. Yet you chose me."

And in that is an unspoken question- why? Did you really mean it?

And then... the player reassures him. They promise him they're happy. That they never looked back, that they chose him for a reason.

And maybe he's still afraid of stirring from the dream, but he at least knows it's going to last a bit longer.

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Halsin who recognizes Astarion's behavior from a mile away. Halsin who smiles sweetly when Astarion tries some jape. Halsin who outflirts Astarion and makes the vampire flustered.

Halsin who catches Astarion alone in the woods, staring down some squirrel he's caught. Halsin who realizes Astarion is still trying to break the habit of drinking from animals. Halsin who realizes Astarion feels guilt for needing Tav's blood.

He offers his and rubs his back and Astarion is so eager for blood, he doesn't care how weak and pathetic he looks. He simply drinks as the warm hand rubs his back.

His hunger dies down and he's practically a babe drinking from his mother's tit at this point with the way he's lazily sucking at the vein.

Halsin who whispers comfort into the vampire's ear.

Astarion who pulls back and tries to distance himself suddenly because this is different. This shouldn't feel safe. This is too much all at once.

And Halsin who waits patiently and coaxes Astarion carefully into getting in the habit of telling him when he needs blood. Halsin who also has to patiently scold Astarion for pushing himself too far and going too long that it nearly makes the giant collapse when he drinks next.

Astarion who has yet to stop apologizing for that. Astarion who promises he will get better, not because Halsin is just so resilient and handsome and kind and sweet and...and...

Halsin who carefully cups Astarion's face and kisses his forehead.

"It's alright, Little Bat. Just breathe."

"I will rip out your throat if you ever call me that again."

"No, you won't."

"...I won't."

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Getting-to-know-you sex with Halsin

Let's be so real, Halsin is SO kinky but he is SO worried about coming on too strong the first time he sleeps with you, but is genuinely so happy when you become progressively kinkier.

He's already worried he might have pushed the limits by turning into a bear, he feels like anything more really will have you running and he's so scared of scaring you off. "I'm almost too scared to touch you"

that's not going to keep him from touching you, he just has to hold himself back, show a little restraint.

But he knows he wants to be with you more than once, he's down bad, but because his heart doesn't stir lightly he's worried about being *too much*

testing the waters by doing things like kissing and caressing every inch of you to see what makes you react

lightly biting, not enough to leave a mark unless you encourage him to

and when you do encourage him, he does it flawlessly - choking with the perfect, practiced amount of pressure that leaves you breathless

biting you just hard enough until you tell him it's actually really okay if he leaves a mark - you want that, and he wants to do that

putting his hand lightly across your collarbone, his thumb brushing against your neck, silently begging you to ask him to choke you

if you trust him to choke you, he does it just right, not enough to actually hurt but enough to make you just a touch lightheaded.

Giving you small praises (in elvish if you're elvish) to see if you react well to praise, and when you do... gods. He's telling you you're beautiful, he's telling you how good you're being for him.

Encouraging you to express yourself as well - “If you need to pull my hair, bite me, or scratch me… I won't stop you.” He rumbles against your ear as you get closer to orgasm - he is delighted to learn which one you are, or whatever it is you do as you start to come undone at his touch

He makes sure you cum first, and asks where you want him to cum once he can finally get there(He has insane stamina, he won't be done until you've cum more than a few times)

"Where would you like me to finish? Your neck? Your chest...inside of you?"

Is pleasantly surprised if you say "in my mouth" and can take his cock in your mouth with little issue

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Tav's failed attempt at flirting #12

Tav: *Tries flirting with Astarion for the millionth time* Astarion: *Actually flirts back* Tav: Astarion: Astarion: You're not gonna say anything? Tav, panicking: I don't know... I didn't think I'd get this far.

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓈

pairings: lute + fem!reader, adam + fem!reader

content warnings: smut, throat fucking, size mentioned (ITS ADAM), fingering, not proofread, absolutely no plot

notes: I got a lot of requests for adam and lute so I decided (for you) to do both of them <3

this really wasn't what you'd consider holy or virtuous - getting passed around between two of the high ranking, letting them take turns fucking you.

"god, you're so fucking good at this," Adam groans out as he holds a fistful of your hair, pushing your head further down on his dick, claiming your throat as he bruises the back of it with the head of his cock, making you gag slightly as your eyes roll and show their whites.

"you just love to suck my dick, don't you girlie," Adam says through pants as lute on the other end is fingering you out, lean fingers pushing in and out of your fluttering pussy, the other hand groping a sore breast harshly, "that's right, good little angel for us, letting us fuck you like we own you," lute murmurs in your ear, comparatively quieter than her counterpart.

grinning, adam continues on with his ramblings, "that's right, you never had a cock as good as mine, huh? nothings bigger or better than the original," as you struggle to take the whole thing into your mouth as he pushes your head all the way down, making him laugh as you choke on him before he lets you up for air, making you gasp and sputter.

your mouth is alternating between gasps for air and moans for lute as she continues finger-fuck you from the back, not letting you rest. "I know, feels good, hm?" she says, using a babyish tone with you.

it doesn't take long before adams making you suck on the tip of his cock again, feeling him throb against your lips. "like that, pretty girl? like that when we make a big mess out of you?" chimes lute as she watches Adam thrust into your mouth, syncing her hand movements with his pace.

eventually, after lute's already made you cum yet again, adam releases his hold on your head and pulls out, making you whimper, as a string of saliva and cum follow his dick, wiping it away with a swipe of his hand.

"fuckkkk, we have got to do that again, sex angel!"

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

hotd fandom but also like fandom spaces in general have made me notice is it not normal to like villains for being villains anymore. this used to be the ‘the villain is always sexier and more interesting than the hero’ website now you need a paragraph explaining that obviously you dont condone or approve of irl child abuse before you say a villain is hot or funny. lukey velaryon sweetiepie dead baby should not be beating otto hightower in best character polls bc people vote based on moral purity. weve gone backwards

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Í̷̧̨̩̪̖̰͑͜ ̷͍͙̗̹̝̣̻̇̈̔̈͑̆̏͝͝A̷̬̲̖̋̌̓̅́̒̃̽͗̚Ṃ̷̜̼̱̒͒͊̃̎̅̓̍̎͘ ̶̤̏̎̂̒Ȃ̵̛̱̤̼̙̙̗͚̍̒̀̈̃͌͘͝L̵̯͔͔̤̪͙̱̣̤͊̈Ļ̴̧͙̳̹͐̇̋̿̈́̕͝ ̸̣͙̯̖̞͓̿̈͋͆̌͆̒Ȩ̷̜̺̝͇͍̞͚̦̍̔̓͜͠Y̷̨̰̹̼͚̍͜͜Ę̶̢̹̜͙̫̗͙͆̌͆̔́͝S̸̢̺̯̼͕͈͎̩͊̿͝

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

i don’t have rizz i have big brown eyes and a loving heart

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Small doodle of Halsin with longer hair... 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

"It's only-"

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[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

I think that years after Osferth's death, when the immediate grief has settled down because life just has to go on, Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric will still have moments when they sit together like "Remember Osferth? That one time we did this and that together?". And they'll all think back fondly to the times of the Coccham squad being together and share some laughs and still miss Osferth. Idk what it is about friendships, but they just hit different for me. And those in The Last Kingdom especially.