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ghoulphile · 2 months

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in the middle of the night | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 852 ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; mildly dubious consent, man-handling, drabble, masturbation (m), free use (ig??), handjob, somnophilia ➥ summary | "Cooper watching you sleep. Its a quiet night. nothing but bugs passing by. Cooper keeps watching, and his mind wanders. cut to him "borrowing" your soft and smooth hand, pulling it from under your makeshift blanket and wrapping it on his dick, jacking himself with your hand bc he's bored/trying to pass the time/stay awake" ➥ notes | forgive me this was written in a sleep deprived haze im gonna go die in bed now masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

"Hh-mm?"

A sleep soft murmur escapes, your mind a hazy flood of sensation as your senses struggle to adjust. Night stretches out before you, the sky a deep velvet - the fine stardust glitter of faraway celestial bodies peeking through wispy clouds. It’s midsummer in the desert; a balmy breeze shifting through the sands and tugging at the coyote hide wrapped tight around you.

Beside you, the low crackle and glow of a banked campfire warms your face, its shadows playing with your blurry eyes. Something feels… off. What, you’re not entirely sure as nothing seems to be out of place.

The threadbare padding of your sleeping mat shields you from the sand - albeit only slightly - and there’s a sharp twinge in your side from a piece of rubble lodging itself against your ribs. One of your feet’s gone numb and prickly from the awkward position you’ve curled up in.

Dogmeat’s snoozing a little ways away with her face tucked into her tail.

Same as usual.

And the Ghoul’s…

What.

Strong leather wrapped fingers shackle around your limp wrist, grip firm and unyielding. A buzzing electricity dances along your palm, bottled lightning, as you’re made to grip something long and hard.

The heavy weight of flesh; rugged edges and whorls of texture biting into the softness of your skin. Slick friction as it glides through the loose circle of your fingers.

Is that his -- ohmygod, what the fuck.

Shock sizzles, melts like dripping candle wax into a bloom of warmth that punches the air from your lungs. Oozes down to curl between your thighs in a sticky rush as static warmth ripples from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes.

The Ghoul grunts out a low curse, a quiet hiss of breath escaping through his teeth.

Your thighs clench, the plush fat compressing as you shift.

Oh, that’s… Mm.

Pre-cum trickles down your knuckles as his cock throbs once, twice, his hips bucking forward to sheath himself to the hilt in your tender grip.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters from somewhere above your head, his shoulders bowing in. “Always feels s’good.”

Always --

Your head snaps back, wide eyes darting up.

Immediately, you meet his gaze.

Dark, foreboding; the hooded eyes of a predator staring back at you from beneath a heavy brow like a hand to the nape of the neck. Corralling, claiming. His lips crack open and he smirks - a gash of teeth that threaten to snap.

“Well, hello there, darlin’ - was wonderin’ when you’d wake up.”

“W-What the hell!”

He snorts, the flash of his tongue taunting as he flicks it out across his lower lip

“As if you don’t know. C’mon, now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

To punctuate his words, he inches forward in a grind, dragging your palm along the length of his cock nice and slow. A low groan punches itself out of his chest.

“Tch. Me doth think the lady protests too much. Acting like I can’t smell how wet you are.”

“I-I’m not…”

“Bullshit. You can’t lie ta me, darlin’. I know just how wet that pretty pussy of yours is getting. If you ask real nice like, I might be inclined ta show you what you’re missing.”

Your clit throbs, humiliation burning bright as you duck your head. Avert your eyes to the stray thread of your shirt fluttering in the breeze. It rankles how correct he is, how well he can read you with that vulture sharp gaze.

You wish you could prove him wrong if only for the principle of the matter.

As it is, there’s nothing you can do - especially when your fingers tighten up around his cock to hear him grunt and your cunt throbs in time with your heartbeat.

Slick wets the seat of your panties and clings to your inner thighs as everything in you cries out for some friction, some stimulation.

To get this man inside of you as quick as possible, stretch you wide and fuck you full.

He chuckles. “That’s more like it,” he says. “Now, are you gonna help me out or not? If so, grip a lil harder otherwise I ain’t gonna feel shit.”

So with a gulp, you do as he says: pop up onto your knees and tighten your fist.

Elongate the strokes so they work up the ragged shaft at a sedate pace, feel every pit and curve. Like you’ve got all the time in the world as you roll your wrist and use your thumb to gather the pre-cum from his weeping slit, smearing it around the thick crown of his cockhead.

All the while his head tips back, the long line of his throat catching your attention as he swallows.

“Phew, that’s just what the doctor ordered.” His eyes glitter cruelly when he looks down at you. “Should’a started doing this when you was awake a long time ago.”

How long he’s been using you like this, you don’t know.

And you’re not sure you care if the needy clench of your pussy is any indication.

“S’all right. Now you can make up for all that I’ve been missin’.”

#cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x you #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard smut #the ghoul smut

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swamiiyasssss · 5 months

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Enemies AND Lovers w/ Vox

A/N: RAHHH im on this lovely LOVLEY show by Viv. So glad HH is popular AGAINN. Been here since the OG days. Real ones know fr. Anyways. Need Vox biblically, and im sure all of u do too.

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

- Youre such a fucking prick. Its like you and Alastor are PERSONAL heaven-sent punishment for the tv demon. Fuck his life.

- Ngl, he has some hatefuck fantasies about Alastor….BUT YOU??? He doesnt know whether to livestream both of you getting it on, or just keep you all to himself, letting him edge you, torture you, maybe beat you up as he fucks you raw.

- But! You both know who’s really the Dom in the relationship.

- “Going all static on me, Vox? Knew your twink ass couldnt keep up.” You snicker.

- His left eye bursts a red glare. “Im gonna show that tight mouth of yours on how to really keep up.” He seethes

- In public, both of you play the obvious cat-and-mouse act. He starts the fight, and you cook him every. single. time.

- Hell, you sometimes contemplate teaming up with Alastor to genuinely fuck him over. An enemy of an enemy is a friend, after all.

- Alas, however charming friend and associate the Radio Demon is, he has bigger…’opps’ ( LUCIFER…LILLITH? ). So, youre left to humiliate Vox all by yourself.

- He’s such an adorable tv munchkin to u, always yapping and yapping on….How CUTE.

- “I am not cute, you fuckin’ slut.” His voice switches to all gutteral and static.

- You slide a hand dangerously slow down his chest. He genuinely starts fucking tweaking, a neon blue blush blooming all over his screen. “ How abt now???”

- Gun kink. BLOOD KINK…. Both of you regularly have turf wars, fights in respective buildings. Your divine guns against his throat, straddling him. His claws digging into your hips, blood oozing out. A nosebleed on your face.

- Perhaps, youre everything he needs. Youre perfect. Youre perfect like this he realizes, as you swat your gun away, and you bite and gnaw at his lips, furiously kissing him all rabid and animalistic.

- He hates you. He needs to hate you. Youre everything he goes against. Calm demeanor, perfect principles, a private, closed-off life.

- Nothing to broadcast. Nothing to brag about. And yet, youre Wrath incarnate in this ungodly realm of Hell.

- Vox realises, but you don’t, that you really are Heaven-sent. Except, youre his retribution.

- “F-Fuck you.” You drag out, when he runs a claw barely against your lower stomach as he mercilessly thrusts into you.

“Exactly what I’m doing, baby.” He glitches. Again.

- And when you two are done, and if its your place or his, just know the bed will be empty the next morning. Youre still sworn enemies. You’d still cut him down given the smallest chance.

Right.,,,Right?

Vox cherishes the vague warmth on the other side of the bed. He dares to smell the sheets, your scent clinging to it with some life. He feels filthy.

Youre back in the Wrath Ring before you know it, your own realm. The heat of the desert won’t compare to the fire in your heart, if you even have one.

Vox and you? Youre anything but for eachother.

#vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin #helluva boss #hazbin hotel vox #alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #fanfic #swami writes!

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bigfatbimbo · 5 months

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i’ve been lurking a lot on tumblr hh tags these days for inspo and when i found your blog filled with sub!vox and sub!lucifer AND with such good writing i was OVER THE MOON

i’m now gonna bore you with my current (nsfw) sub!lucifer brainrot feel free to ignore AHEM

i imagine him to be very touchy; especially when you sleep together. he wants skin-on-skin contact all night, because he really enjoys your warm body against his cooler one - awe so cute right? - well, here rises the “problem”: he moves in his sleep like he has a dance routine to complete. a very horny dance routine.

this ancient aged man will unconsciously, slowly drag his hips back and forth on your thigh, whining and moaning softly into your neck. you think this is primarily why he loves half-laying on you while spooning - easy access.

here’s another problem: you’re a very light sleeper. and yeah, sure, you’ve given him permission to do whatever to comfort himself.

but fucking hell you wanted some sleep god damn it!

but when you look down at him to maybe shush him a little or rouse him a bit, you can’t; because he looks so adorable it feels like a privilege to see him like this. tousled golden hair, long blonde lashes with just tiny tears running down his cherub red cheeks, lips parted in such pretty noises..

and at first signs of morning you’d decide you’ve had enough. you roll him over gently and begin gently nipping at his neck, waking him up with small whispers of “wake up little lamb” and “rise and shine my baby”

and he’d blink his doe eyes open and stretch with a yawn, unabashedly enticing you with his figure. he’d get up after a bit of cuddling, get you breakfast in bed as an apology and you both go on about your day (with you taking a nap half the day) - until night falls and you do it all over again.

(can i be the 💋 anon :D )

woah guys.

WOAH GUYS 🤭☝️

NO BECAUSE I THINK HE WOULD BE SO EMBARRASSED AFTERWARDS OH MY GOD he would feel so bad the whole day but it’s literally completely subconscious 😭😭 my baby

he’s so needy i want to eat him, god.

i’m tired so i don’t have to many thoughts on this BUT THIS IS LITERALLY GOLD SO IM SHARING WITH THE WORLD ‼️

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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Stolen Soul and Love

Valentino x fem!reader

warning : flirting, some fluff, inner strugle, obsession, falling in love in Val's own twisted way

Summary : One more meeting with the Overlords of Hell and he would have loved to kill himself, but he couldn't escape the responsibility any longer. The meeting was made all the sweeter when his red eyes settled on something he had never seen before pure love.

Info : THANK YOU ALL for the heart om my first HH work it means a lot. I'm glad you all enjoyed it so much and hoep you have fun with my future works

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He was a pimp, one of the three overlords who showed their power more than clearly every day. He had everything: hookers, money, souls and power. He was perfectly happy, I mean, he had the porn star from hell Angeldust and the TV demon Vox's ass was practically his. Everything the moth-like demon could want was his. But why did he have this gnawing feeling inside him, like a growling, a chirping, a buzzing, like a moth, a fucking moth looking for something.

But what was it when he had everything but that one gnawing feeling inside him when he saw her. He was inevitably summoned to the Overlord meetings and for once he couldn't avoid it because it was probably about something important.

The three Overlords entered the room with an engaging appearance and the moth demon made himself as comfortable as possible in the damned narrow chairs.

The meeting seemed to begin, the reports were always the same, the souls the same and the danger the same. ,,Get to the point, Carmilla darling, some of us have a fashion empire to run," Velvette muttered, glancing up from her cell phone, which made Vox snicker, who was probably more focused on his ratings, which had dipped a bit due to his nemesis Alastor.

Nothing a fuck can't fix, Valentino thought, taking a drag on his cigarette and letting the engulfing red smoke billow around him before taking a puff across the room.

He kept his hands off the smiling radio demon, however, who had only given the three of them a quick glance, and had to hold Vox to prevent his cute TV head from cracking another one.

Letting his gaze drift, his gold tooth flashing in the light of the lamps and inwardly wondering which was the best setting for the next porno, he heard the door open. All the overlords were there, so it could only be one of the subjects and enemies.

And actually he wasn't going to look behind his heart-shaped glasses but when he saw that sweet smell he just knew something wasn't normal. It was the sweet irresistible alluring attractive smell and no one else in hell had it but him.

The red eyes searched first for a demon of lust perhaps, something powerful but no he found only a simple demoness maybe a little cat-like as the fuzzy ears on her head indicated but otherwise like any normal inhabitant here in hell.

But why did she smell so good? What was it that he felt that he had never felt? He watched her as she walked with a silver tray under her arm to the respective overlords to order a few drinks.

It seemed as if he could see she was neither a robot nor a slave but rather one of Carmilla's protégés dark silver white clothes a pretty dress but a little too long for his taste. It didn't lack class, which a little smoke can't change.

With a grin he waited in his seat until she came to him and blew his heart out to her. ,,Aren't you a sweetie?" he grinned, ignoring her superior's gaze and having long since forgotten the conversation and the meeting.

She smiled slightly and the moth demon felt his wings needing to flap, moving his fingers almost hastily across the table as he slowly came a little closer to her.

He was nervous, a fact that shocked him. ,,Pretty trick Sir Valentino... what kind of drink do you want?" she asked, not moving away from him and following the red smoke lightly with her eyes, which slowly settled around her but didn't seem to take her in. He didn't check her at a glance even though her sweetness was so close to him.

One kiss, one look, one lick with his tongue was enough and he knew what made her come. But no, he didn't. He just said, ,,Love potion with berries, dear" before the tall man stood up again, pulling back first and looking at her form from behind his glasses. This feeling inside him was something he thought couldn't be.

Nervous and twitchy...am I no or? his thoughts revolved around her at that moment and why his dark heart in hell still beat for anyone at all. Could it be, could it really be that the pimp and overlord could lose his heart to a simple demon? He didn't know, but the way he felt it was like back then.

He still vaguely remembered his former life of this body function when people fell in love. But he didn't have any more time to think about it when the door opened again after a few minutes and he saw that she had come back.

Several drinks were lying on the silver tray and he could just see his puinken with berries sticking out. ,,Thank you dear, say would you like to earn a little extra money, maybe even become the star at my side?" he smiled, shielding her from the others with his wings.

His hands slowly placed themselves on her shoulders, wanting to have her with him forever. ,,You're different from AngelDust, from the princess of everything here... you could be my star," he suggested, watching her red eyes as she slowly realized what he was alluding to, what he really wanted and what it meant for her. ,,Sir-Lord I mean Valentine I'm flattered," she stammered and suddenly he felt the arrogance return to him.

He knew demons knew that once they were so taken in, once they were flattered, it was easy, wasn't it? ,,And so beautiful," he complimented and let the smoke slowly close around her.

Carmilla may have taken her, but in the end you are mine, thought the demon as he brought the back of her hand to his lips, running his tongue over it in a surprisingly gentle, warm and inviting way.

He saw her embarrassment, how she couldn't pull away and didn't want to. ,,And do I have you?" he asked, coming closer to her and wanting her closer, not like Angel, but wanting her in a different way, always with him somehow.

Before he was suddenly pulled away slightly by her and landed back on his chair, ,,Hands off my employee Valentino!" Carmilla warned and Val raised his hands placatingly and rolled his eyes. ,,Not at all Carmilla, I only wanted to confess my unethical feelings to such a pretty creature," grinned Valentino, feeling himself turning back into the demon he knew.

Before he spread his wings in warning and walked past the overlords with a broad grin. ,,See you around, pretty," he murmured with a wink before his wisp of smoke announced his departure and the moth demon withdrew from the meeting.

With his very own recognition of this meeting. He had to possess this beauty in one way or another and he had truly fallen in love, one more reason for him to get her soul and her heart when she had long since stolen both from him.

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #hazbin valentino

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av1xtg · 5 months

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WELCOME TO THE PART 2 OF MY HUSK HEADCANONS (Some of this include huskerdust btw)

This may have bad grammar srry

So he leaves hair EVERYWHERE, sofas, chairs, beds, he can go on vacation to the other side of hell and there will still be hair everywhere. It took a while for the others to get acustomed to that. (Angel helps him to brush his hair out sometimes apparently it's relaxing for him)

He purrs when he is held I just know it (why did I add this idk)

Back when he was an overlord he had an "special" deck of cards made specially for him. They worked both as a weapon and just to play. He still hs them but he only uses them on special games (and to fight like on the fight with the sharks on ep4)

He walks slightly curved cause of lazyness but also cause even thou they're not there he can slightly feel the weight of alastors chain on his back and neck (he has HORRIBLE neck problems)

He likes to dance, and he's a very good dancer. (doesn't show it much though)

Either he passes out at the bar, gets dragged (conscious or not) all the way to his room or he's sober enought to go there by himself.

He sleeps with his clothes on, because pijamas are a waste of time. When he's exited (like happy) his wings flap and his ears twich a bit he tries his best to controll it.

Husk doesn't want to accept it but he's VERY attached to the hh gang.

He never let's niffty into his room, thta's why it's dirtier that a dumpster in there.

He stopped taking care of himself after alastor got his soul, he tought it was no use, he didn't have someone to impress now, nor was he powerful so there was no use on taking care of the mysery of a man he became.

He started to take care of himself after he entered the HH, charlie asked him nicely since she was worried abut him but also cause of his job, after he said he didn't care Vaggie almost put her spear throu his skull.

He wants to help angel escape his deal with Val, because if he can't maybe he can help Angel be free and live the life he deserves.

Angel asked him to take care of fat nuggets and he did (reluctantly) then charlie asked him to take care of Kee Kee for a bit, then sir pentious asked to watch over his minions for a few minutes and now he became the Hazbin Hotel's personal babysitter (Against his will)

He got high ones by some weed brownies Angel baked and tried to attack Sir Pentious (This one is inspired by a fanfic https://archiveofourown.org/works/53614033/chapters/135717379 )

Husk reminds me of "Look's who's inside again" by Bo Burham (Mostly because of the half-cannon half-fanmade backstory I have for him if you wanna hear it let me know)

OK THAT'S IT PEOPLE CAUSE I RAN OUT OF IDEAS

I may do a part 3 but idk

OK BYEEEEEEEEE

#husk #hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #angelhusk #charlie morningstar #vaggie #alastor #fat nuggets #hazbin hotel headcanon #husk headcanons #sir pentious

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sinner-sunflower · 2 months

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 5/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

Notes below!

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Ever since his redemption (a perplexing event he still couldn't fathom), Sir Pentious had never left Emily's side at all. Well, more like he wasn't allowed to leave the young Seraph's side at all. That tall lady, Sera, proved to be stricter than dear Vagatha.

Confined to a single floor among Heaven's bright buildings, he shared quarters with the Seraphs. Sera had instructed him to remain there until she could resolve the issue at hand.

He has no idea what the other means by that. Wasn't his redemption already the resolution they needed?

The snake demon- nope, angel now- felt an urge to consult Emily about it, as she reminded him greatly of Charlie. Yet, he never got the opportunity, when one day he was abruptly awoken and whisked away before he could even really wake up.

Sir Pentious: Emily, dear, where exactly are we going?

Emily: Last time, Sera said she had a meeting with the Heavenly Virtues, so I told her to tell them about you being a redeemed soul from Hell.

Sir Pentious: And who, pray tell, are thesssssse.. Virtuesssssss?

Emily: The Archangels of Heaven. They're the highest authority here just under the Lord.

Sir Pentious: Miss Charlie didn't mention any Archangels during her trial.

Emily: They weren't there. They put all their trust in Sera to handle those kinds of matters but... After the last extermination, there was no hiding Sera can do anymore. And when she was called for that meeting, I begged her to tell them about you.

Sir Pentious: I will guess that she hasssssn't?

Emily: She didn't! I can't believe her. She came back and she's refusing to see me or even go back to tell them! So, I'm making an executive decision to tell them myself.

Sir Pentious: Do I really have to be there?

Emily: Of course! You're living- uhh- dead? proof that a soul can be redeemed! Now come on!

Sir Pentious: Are you ssssssure we're allowed here, dear?

Emily had been noticeably fidgety—a trait Sir Pentious recognized all too well. From past experience, he understood that such behavior either means discomfort, fear, or guilt. He isn't sure what she's thinking right now.

Emily: Um- yep!

Sir Pentious: Then why are we sneaking in?

The angel's expression confirmed his suspicions. Right on the money.

Emily: Well- I- just follow me!

Emily continued to open random doors while dragging Sir Pentious along, seemingly determined to find a specific room among them. Despite their covert mission, they managed to evade any detection so far. Yet, the newly redeemed soul couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't alone in the building.

Emily: One of these rooms has to belong to one of them.

As Emily expressed her determination, a fleeting glimpse of familiar red and white caught Sir Pentious' attention.

He instinctively turned his head towards the direction, only to find the hallway empty. There's a nagging sensation compelling him to investigate further.

Emily intervened, grabbing his arm before he could even move away.

Emily: Sir Pentious! What are you doing?

Sir Pentious: I think I sssssaw ssssssomething, deary.

Emily's sudden burst of excitement propelled them both towards the direction where Sir Pentious claimed to have seen the figure vanished.

Emily: Do you think it's an Archangel? I hope so. We might get in trouble if it's anyone other than them. Then again, I've never been in this building before and I'm not really allowed but I'm technically acting Seraphim right now so-

Her words trailed off into rambling, but Sir Pentious paid her no mind, his focus is entirely on tracking the elusive figure. However, they couldn't catch up as they lost it amidst the labyrinth of corridors.

Sir Pentious: Hmmm. Perhaps it was no one-

The building suddenly shook so hard causing them to fall on the floor. It stopped just as quickly as it happened.

Emily: What was that?!

Sir Pentious: Emily, doesssss Heaven get earthquakessssss?

Emily: I don't even know what those are!

As Sir Pentious and Emily cautiously approached the door from which the sound of bickering emanated, they exchanged a knowing glance. With silent agreement, they inched closer, their curiosity piqued by the faint golden glow seeping through a suspiciously well-placed crack on the door just perfect for their eyes.

Sir Pentious chose to say nothing about it.

Peeking through the cracks, they find themselves shocked at who was at the other side of the door.

Michael: You don't understand! I- it was such a hard decision! It was the best option! I'm Heaven's protector and- Lucifer: You were my protector too!

Emily: Archangel Michael?! / Sir Pentious: His Majesty?!

Emily: His- wait. What do you mean?

Sir Pentious: That'ssssss His Majessssty, Lucifer!

Gasping a little too loudly, Emily's hands flew to cover her mouth.

A part of her wants to go back to the Archangel's words. Where did she hear that before?

Emily: Charlie's dad?? As in the King of-

Michael: -on their knees in front of people other than our Lord. It took so many meetings for them to relent. That's why you and Lilith spent a long time held in the Garden. Lucifer: Shut up. Michael: So, I'm really sorry that we let you down. Lucifer: Shut up, Michael! Michael: But if I had the chance to go back, I would do it all over again.

As Emily listened to the heated exchange between the Archangels, a pang of empathy tugged at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder if someone could truly utter such hurtful words even in the midst of apologies. She doesn't blame Charlie's dad one bit if she were in his shoes. If Sera hurt her like that...

Ah. But Sera did hurt her. She lied to her.

Amidst the confusing emotions swirling within her, Emily's acute senses picked up something else from within the room—voices that didn't belong to the two arguing Archangels. The threads are-

Lucifer: You should've killed me when you had the chance. And now you think you can beat me at my own game?

Wait a second. Where had she heard about golden thread before? What did Sera say? That every soul's destiny, human or not, was already determined by the-

Emily: Oh no. No no no no! Sir Pentious we have to get out here before they see us!

Sir Pentious: Young miss, the Archangel you need is beyond that door plus His Majesty! We can relay the news faster to Charlie this way!

There's manic laughter now but Emily is far too panicked think of it.

Lucifer: Divine move? Divine move? You think you have any moves at all?!

She's pulling him with all her might but the winner is stubborn.

Emily: This room- We aren't allowed here! We're not even allowed to see it! Sera said this is the room of The F-

Lucifer: Maybe then, Heaven could've killed that weak, naive angel. But me? ME?! Ì̶̢̤̉'̵͙͕͑M̷̱͋̀ ̵̬͌T̴̥͠͝H̸̫́̑E̶̳̠̐̎ ̴̠̣̎̐D̷̼̕E̵̢̳͆V̶̳̩̉̋Ì̶̬L̴̥̗̾ ̴̮͝F̸̝̓̀Ų̸̠͗̑C̵͚͗K̷̺̚̚I̵̠̋̕Ň̸͎͈G̵̘̔ ̵̤͛I̸̩͐N̷̥̰̋C̸͓̒̍A̴̙̓R̵͍͛N̴̤͎͠A̵͇̟̓Ṯ̴̯͊Ḙ̴͑̇,̴̰͆̑ ̵̤́ͅÝ̴̙̫̈́O̵͚͐͒U̵̙͂ ̷̱̆͜͝Ċ̸͍̌Á̷̰́N̸͉̈'̶͇̎͂T̵̠̒ ̶͖́K̶̛̲̮̆I̸͎̘͐̃L̴̟̙̔̿L̴̜̾͊ ̶̱̥̌M̵̳̕E̵͈̯͋́!

For the 2nd time that day, they fell as the ground shook with the screams inside.

They scrambled to their feet just in time to witness a terrifying sight—the manifestation of Lucifer's wrath in all its terrifying glory.

Emily's blood ran cold as she saw the scene unfolding before her, mind struggling to comprehend the Devil. The air crackled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, and her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

Michael: Lucifer—what? Why do you look like that? What did you-

She refuses to believe this is Charlie's dad.

Emily: T-t-that's the K-king of Hell?

She doesn't know why she expected Sir Pentious to be smug or even be proud that this scary being was his former King. But he wasn't. In fact, he looks just as afraid as she is.

Sir Pentious: No. It isssss not.

Lucifer: Don't worry, Mika. I won't die that easily because I'll be there to watch Heaven fall.

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Even after the King of Hell departed and the Archangel Michael fell silent, Sir Pentious and Emily remained rooted to the spot, hesitant to leave yet also unwilling to enter the room. The lingering tension in the air held them in its grip.

It was the former sinner who spoke up first.

Sir Pentious: Thissss isss our chance, Emily.

Emily: Sir Pentious, maybe we should find another person we could talk to.

Sir Pentious: Come now, little missy. We've already missed His Majesty, and we barely could find a single soul in this building! An Archangel is right there and we must seize this opportunity!

Emily: Shhhhhh! If Sir Michael hears us even near this room, I don't know how I'll tell this to Sera.

Sir Pentious: Do not shush me, young lady! I'll have you know I-

The sudden swing of the door startled both Sir Pentious and Emily, freezing them in place like deer caught in headlights. Before them stood the champion of Heaven, the head of the Archangels, the protector of her home, wearing an expression that Emily could only describe as surprised—though she was on the verge of a full-blown meltdown to really be sure.

Emily: Archangel Michael! We-uh- we can explain!

Sir Pentious: Your Heavenly Grace!

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short my ass, aldjlakla the day had been busy so sorry for the late upload!

I had help from chatgpt again to avoid any redundant words cos I am no English native haha

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murkycran · 2 months

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Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Miscellaneous Vox Fic Rec List!

Soooo after a lot of consideration, I decided to make a third rec list. This one will be for miscellaneous fics, which can mean anything from smaller Vox pairings to fics that are not strictly Radiostatic or VoxVal. You'll see what I mean.

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, too, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work or are wrong!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Radiostatic Fic Rec List

Staticmoth Fic Rec List

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Alastor Makes a Porno by Charnel_Goat, spappest

Summary: Alastor interrupts Val and Vox's personal time to get his rut over and done with, and they're just going to have to deal with that.

Basically, Alastor and Val try to have a threesome, but they keep arguing, everyone's injuring each other trying to figure out the logistics, and nobody cares what Vox has to say about any of this.

Notes: This has Staticmoth, Radiostatic, and Valastor. It's not strictly leaning more towards any pairing (tho Val does make a pretty sweet comment at the very beginning about Vox lol), which is why it's going on the Misc List. Porn with an edge of hilarity that - despite the tags - made it pretty funny. Three terrible people being terrible to each other. Vox suffers. Heed the tags.

He's Visual, Alright! by dead_boy

Summary: For Valentines Day, Charlotte Morningstar— Lucifer’s brat— had announced the hotel would be hosting a sweetheart poll, allowing winners to vote for the biggest ‘sweethearts’ in Pentagram City! How adorable!

— Of course, when Angel gets involved, things get a little twisted, and hell treats it as a most-fuckable-celebs poll.

Vox isn’t the only one surprised by how high he scored, and how concerning the amount of votes he received was.

But there was no way in hell this “demand” was enough to make him give into Valentino and Velvet’s newest fixation: Making use of this fame and making Vox do some modelling!

Surely he won’t mind the lingerie and toys provided by Velvet and Valentino respectively, right?

edit march 2024: i can’t believe he just won the hottest hazbin character poll. literally manifested

Notes: Poly Vees. Funny af. Vox suffers, but in a good way. Written BEFORE the hottest HH character poll, can you believe that? Lmao.

stray by vol_ctrl

Summary: How Vox met Vark. ♥

Notes: No ship. Written before season 1 release.

After the Credits Roll by leftofrevolution

Summary: Everyone knew the Magnes sometimes liked to spice up their sex life by dragging another demon into the middle of it.

Vox maybe should have paid more attention to that particular tidbit of information than he did.

Notes: Lilith/Lucifer/Vox. Chapter 1 written before season 1 release, with Chapter 2 being released after season 1 release. I read for the crackship, ended up liking the Lilith/Lucifer/Vox dynamic and world-building a LOT. Lol. Poor Vox. Or good for him? Still has yet to be seen.

The Shopping Cart Test by spappest

Summary: Angel never expected Prince Charming to have a TV for a head, but when Vox kills Valentino and saves him from his abuse, well… Maybe Hell doesn’t have to be all that bad. With Val out of the way, everyone can have a happy ending. Angel’s safe, Charlie’s happy, and even Alastor finds love.

Oh, wait. This is Hell. It’s always that bad.

Notes: Angel/Vox. Started before season 1 release. First Staticdust fic I read. :)

Hold Me Up by Sameko

Summary: Vox has been in and out of a relationship with Valentino for years. Always breaking up. Always coming back.

Then one night comes the definitive crack at the expense of one of Valentino's employees, to which Vox never paid much attention other than for shits and giggles.

One night, one word too many, might be enough to shift the perspectives of two people once strangers to each other.

Notes: Staticdust. Pretty bleak and dark at times, but so, SO good. Two broken people trying not to cut each other with their edges while also trying to help each other.

Cruel Melody by Hiding_Behind_a_Pencil_and_Pen

Summary: A man hopelessly in love with a monster, despite how much it hurts.

A person chained to a beast he can never escape, no matter how hard he tries.

Vox and Angel Dust have given their body and heart to Valentino, and neither know how to free themselves from his lies.

But maybe, even if it never gets better, they won't have to suffer alone.

Or,

What if Husk was just a little too late to get to the bar in episode four? And a certain media Overlord helped Angel instead. They find out that they're not so different after all.

Notes: As of now, I think this is Queerplatonic Staticdust.

Revelations in Technicolor by Awesome_Possum

Summary: Velvette had been dead for six years, part of The Vees for four, and fucking Vox for a little over two. They had a good thing going.

On one of their bi-weekly Vox-mandated movie nights, Valentino put a plan into motion and Velvette learned something new and surprising about her business partner and part-time sugar daddy that made a shocking amount of sense.

It ultimately ended up bringing The Vees closer and if Valentino claimed that was his intention all along, no one had any reason to believe him.

Notes: The Vees are a V and Vox is the hinge, so he's in a relationship with both Valentino and Velvette. Interesting headcanons for Vox's human life. :) (What is the ship name for Velvette/Vox again?)

System Shutdown by Swoolie

Summary: Taking a leaf from Alastor's book, Vox goes on a small break from everything.

He doesn't stick around long enough to see the chaos that ensues after his sudden disappearance.

Notes: This is tagged with both Radiostatic and Staticmoth. It's too early in the story to tell definitively which direction it's going to end up, so for now it's going to be on the Misc list. I'll probably move it when it becomes more clear what the main pairing will be.

Dapple Rose by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Everyone always assumes the same thing about Alastor and Vox's relationship: That it's one-sided, that it's based on fixation, and that the reason for their falling out was due to the obsession turning into something that couldn't be controlled.

All of those assumptions are correct. The only problem is, everyone gets the 'who is obsessing over whom' part of the equation wrong.

When Vox and Valentino end up stuck at the hotel, suddenly the entire relationship between the radio and television is put on display, casting it and Alastor in an entirely different light.

Notes: Tagged with both Radiostatic and Staticmoth. Due to both this and the entire story itself (you'll see what I mean when you read it), it's going here on the Misc List. I freaking love this story, because so far I've not seen another fic where Alastor was obsessed with Vox while Vox was not obsessed with him in return. :3 Everything Penny_Tails writes is gold!

Here I Come by Heliosolar

Summary: Vox contemplates his lackluster life as he stands over the edge of the city.

Or, the fall of Vox, both mentally and physically.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. No ships, just Vox. Heed the tags.

Entertainment for Two by Heliosolar

Summary: With the radio demon joining them for the night, Vox puts on a show the two overlords will never forget.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Staticmoth and Radiostatic, at the same time. 😳

Proposition by Snorp_Lord

Summary: Alastor does not, strictly speaking, have a 'relationship' with the King of Hell. But they certainly have a something.

A something which does not include Vox. But Alastor is at least willing to indulge Lucifer in whatever this new idea is.

The new idea is Vox.

Notes: Contains Radiostatic, Radioapple, and Staticapple, but for this installment, Radiostatic is definitely the focus. Very intense, pretty sweet. 😳 Has 2 more parts in the series which are definitely worth the read, though they don't feature Vox as much.

meteor shower by spoondrifts

Summary: alastor, rosie, vox, and a study in non-traditional love.

Notes: QPR Alastor/Rosie/Vox. Very good! (What's the ship name for this?? Radiostaticrose?? Radiorosestatic?? Roseradiostatic?? Staticradiorose??)

spiraling down thy majesty by spoondrifts

Summary: “Okay, um, time out,” Lucifer said, because he felt like they were maybe losing the plot a little. “I feel like I should remind you that I’m not here because I was like, uh, overwhelmed with lust for you, in particular. I’m here because Husk said you were Alastor’s ex and I have poor impulse control and thought it’d be funny, but I’m realizing now that this is actually just really weird and you, my friend, have some serious issues that I am not equipped to handle.”

Or: Lucifer and Vox have a shared problem that starts with Al and ends in stor and has a in the middle—thankfully, there's a solution! (The solution is sex. It's just sex.)

Notes: Staticapple. Revenge sex. As in...they're both getting revenge on Alastor...using each other. Lol.

(Fic rec list to be continued as I read more)

#hazbin hotel #staticdust #staticmoth #radiostatic #staticapple #radiostaticapple #radiostaticrose #hazbin vox #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin valentino #hazbin lucifer #hazbin rosie #hazbin velvette #fic rec list

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blossomthepinkbunny · 3 months

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Not a lot of variety in Hazbin Hotel

Another thing I dislike about Hazbin Hotel is the genuine lack of diversity.

With a setting like Hell you have the amazing opportunity to have characters from so many different time periods interact. With different fashion, different skills, different believes or upbringings it's incredibly easy to make characters that stand apart from eachother and create conflict (atleast it should be).

But with Vivzepops disinterest in making characters that even slightly stray away from the specific way she likes to write them, a lot of them end up blending together in how they act/look. Hazbin Hotel has this pretended diversity, where it seems like the cast should vary because on the surface they are very different, but in the show they blend together. This is because Vivzepop throws around different jobs, sexualities, nationalities, goals and inspirations for her characters, but never puts in the work to make them feel like it.

Sir Pentious, Alastor and Vox are all from different times, with different occupations. Sir Pentious was an inventor in the 1880s, Alastor was a radio host from the 1930s and Vox was a TV show host from 1950 (that's the era they died in). Yet they all wear very similar suits, just colour shifted. They all have shoulder pads, the same lapels, stripes and bowties. Alastor and Vox even wear the same pants and have the same shoes (atleast in shape).

Not to mention that in almost all of the designs there's that obnoxious red colour (especially with the red-black-white combination she just loves to put on her creations).

Even characters like Vox who seem like they have different colours (for him a mostly blue colour sceme) still have red accents and only very few characters are allowed designs without any red. Which is not that great since the background is also mostly red and it just hurts to look at sometimes.

Theres also all of the "typical" Vivzepop desing traits. Mostly sharp shapes and features, very slim bodies, sharp teeth, tophats, suits etc. A lot of her characters already blend together even though it doesnt make sense for them to. Would an inventor from the 1880s really dress the same as a TV show host from the 1950s?

Here I should mention that I don't mean blend together as in being completely indistinguishable from eachother but rather having too many similarities that it doesn't make sense for them to have.

As far as personality goes I do have to say that the characters are different enough in their basic chatacterizations. Vaggie especially was mostly refreshing because she acted as a voice of reason sort of and Charlie with her often naive (but very childish) attitude also stood out. But the devil is usually in the details.

I've heard people complain countless times about how pretty much the only continuous joke the show has is a character cursing, insulting others or making a sex joke. I get that cynical characters are sort of the appeal of HH but there's also just a lack of variety there for me. This is probably just a small nitpick here and something that is already done sometimes in the show, but there are different ways a person can be insulting and mean.

Like, for Husk it makes sense to be so up-front with being rude. He's a bartender and dealing with drunk people often requires being very clear and assertive.

But why does Angel never get to do anything else then directly talking about being sexy and making fun of others in such an obvious way. I think they wanted to give the appeal of him reading someone like a drag queen would but he just makes the same observations again and again and not in really clever ways (from what I remember!).

Alastor and Vox could've also been used better in the sense that atleast from what I know people in the entertainment industry (especially ones who do interviews or that stuff) won't directly tell someone that they don't like them. It's much more common for them to bring it up in small ways, like asking a question tied to an embarrassing topic to force the person into having to talk about that stuff.

Like I said this isn't really all too important though. What makes me more annoyed is the lack of diversity when it comes to the villains and how they're treated.

To me Viv has an issue with trying for every villain to play a more goofy role even though it doesn't always fit. Of course you can have "stupid" or silly and mostly funny villains but that shouldn't be every single one. When there are multiple villains in a show what makes them interesting is often how they differ from the others in their attitude and motivation and in HH we just don't really get that.

Sir pentious is never taken seriously as a threat and is mostly treated as incompetend, (I know he gets out of being the villain rather quick but even before that) Adam is just constantly portrayed as a dumb and irrational until we are supposed to take him seriously in the end. Vox doesn't do anything in the show apart from be kinda antagonistic towards Alastor and outside of that he is mainly also presented as being a fun villain rather than an intimidating one (very prominently in the song he has with Alastor where Alastor just completely bashes him at the end). Velvette also has nothing to do. Lucifer isn't treated as an antagonist (even though he should be in my opinion) and is shown to be just a "goofy and silly little guy" ig.

And apart from Valentino's genuinely terrifing scene he has with Angel Dust in episode four, he too is shown to be whiny, obnoxious and mostly dumb in his other scenes (this isn't helped by Viv pushing the idea that the Vee's are just like fun little saturday morning cartoon villains outside of the show). I guess Alastor is different in that regard kinda.

This plus the fact that outside of the characters who are obviously villains no one is allowed to be even slightly critical of Charlies idea without being presented as totally irrational, makes for no variety when it comes to the opposition in Hazbin Hotel. It's just kinda dissapointing to me that a show with this opportunity to create different characters gets stuck in the same conflicts and ideas over and over again.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #vivzepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #vivziepop

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helluvabossrewrite45 · 5 months

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Hazbin Hotel Rewrite; Opening up at the Bar

From what I seen from hh with how it handles sa topics, it's very...questionable. Now the show hasn't still come out yet so I won't go into detail about it, but with how they use the song 'poison' and behind the scenes of it (viv making a sex joke as marketing the song and the lead storyboard shipping val x angel despite what it's meant to portray in canon) makes it understandable for people to critque the show's portrayal of it. So for here, I want to approach Angel's truama as respectfully as I can with Angel opening up to Husk as it seems to be the same episode where both of them improve their relationship. I hope I'm able to address sa well because I know it's a very delicate topic that shouldn't be written lightly (especially for truama responses like hypersexuality) so if you have any problems with how I written it and how I should change it, please let me know. I will rewrite it until I portray this topic properly and credit you for your critque/help (unless you don't want to)

Content Warning; SA and mention of drug/alcohol addiction

A bar full of bottles and boozes sitting there in windless silence, aching for their next customer. Its emptiness is numbing, the stranded desert of this hotel. Husk, tapping his fingers in rhythm, halts it as though the ticking of a clock stops and sighs in relief, grateful that his work is now done. He takes a bottle of booze, fulfilling its fate as he opens the lid to drain it all down, until he hears the door creaking.

He groans “Oh it’s you,” as Angel Dust drags himself towards the bar, collapsing his face to the poseur table. “What do you want now? Bar’s gonna close soon. So hurry up.”

Angel’s face tilts up. “A drink, please.” His voice is soft yet hoarse.

Husk rolls his eyes, wishing for that sweet graveness to enter this bar once again. He goes through his bottles. “Which one?” He asks with a hostile glare.

“Any.”

Angel Dust slowly lifts himself up from the table, staring in discomfort at Husk grabbing a random bottle from his shelf, a sense of dread lingers onto him.

“Husk…” His voice grows quiet.

“What?”

“I’m…sorry.” His eyes not meeting Husk’s gaze.

“For what?” He responds snappily, placing one hand to his hip.

“For earlier…” Angel answers, his eyes still refusing to see Husks. “For saying and doing all those weird things to you, I'm sorry.”

His grouchy face still remains. “Whatever,” firmly placing the bottle to the table and swishing it towards Angel. “Don’t do that again.”

“Yeah,” his body tenses, “I hope so…”

Husk brows raised. “Hope so? What do you mean?”

The question hangs on as Angel Dust fiddles their hands, looking down at the wooden dry floor. The room has been fogged in silence as Husk finds himself repeatedly tapping his fingers, wondering when the clock will finally end its grating tick.

“Well…” His voice quivers, tracing his eyes back to Husks. “I don’t know…”

Husk’s face turned puzzled. “The hell you mean you don't know?!”

“I-” Angel pauses himself for a moment, “I don't know. I just don’t know.” His face bangs on the table as his arms come to cover.

“Ah well, might just be a you problem then.” He cackles at his own joke, with hollow applause.

Angel huffs, “That’s what you all think.” His voice became more irritated.

Husk’s laughter abrupt into cold stillness, his voice freezes with the rest of his body.

Angel continues, “All of you think i’m just some dirty sex pest, huh? A running sex joke?” Anger starts to rise through his voice, “Even Charlie thinks what I do is just who I am- like I chose this!” He cuts himself off, facing down to the lifeless floor again. “Like I chose this…”

Husk words vanished, his voice having trouble coming out of his mouth. All he could do is stand there, watching Angel Dust ponder through his thoughts.

“You know I don’t actually like being sexual twenty-four seven? Crazy right?” He formed a smile, though not by sweetness, but by bitterness. “I don’t actually like making endless sex jokes or dirty talk, I don’t actually like to constantly fantasise or masturbate or sleep around with a bunch of nobodies,” bitterness starts to spread through his voice, “and I especially don’t like working in that place!” He holds his breath, exhaling to serene air. “But I do it anyway, no matter how hard I try.” His finger scratched the table harshly with a melancholic frown. “I don’t know what is wrong with me, I didn’t used to be like this, it was only after-” Angel cuts himself off as his body starts trembling. He places a heart on his hand, feeling the rapid sounds of his heartbeat. “After…” He slows himself, unable to muster anything else to speak of.

His eyes lift to Husk, seeing the statue that he became, his widened pupils not even taking one blink. Angel’s face rose with worry, “Oh uh…sorry.” He murmurs. “Sorry, I’ll just take the booze or-”

“Go on.” Husk's voice comes back again.

“W-what?” He quivers, taken aback by what he heard.

“Go on…” Husk's voice trails off, still a statue of himself.

Angel Dust pursed his lips, facing down once more. “There was a time back then, when I sneaked into a bar for some alcohol, the thing that helped me most when I was alive. There was a really fancy bottle, porcelain white shimmering with bubbles, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have it. Then he caught me, I thought he would kill me. Instead, he made a deal; that if I work in his business, I won’t need to steal anything or even need a place to stay…” He breaks off, his fingers scraping themselves to a shell. “So I worked as one of his sex workers; a stripper for his bars, an actor for his films, anything to do with sex, really. It wasn’t what I was always interested in, but it felt…better? Being more open and honest about myself that I never got to do on earth. That is, until I came back to his home…He told me he wanted to show me something, my ‘reward’...” He holds back on his words, wrapping his arms around in a warm embrace. “After that, I…I don't know, I guess that’s where I started becoming more sexual. It’s like a switch where my mind now constantly thinks about sex, even if it’s not what I want. It’s my poison.” He holds onto his words again, reflecting his thoughts. “Maybe it’s a way of control, to take back what he did to me, not letting him hurt me…but is it any good if you can’t control it yourself?” He finds himself eyeing at the bottle of toxicated liquid. “That’s why I came here, I couldn’t find any drugs. So alcohol will just have to do.”

Husk exhales a quiet breath, with Angel’s words stalling through his mind. He saw Angel reaching for the bottle. “Wait!” He alerts, taking the bottle before Angel could have the chance. Angel looks at him, confound. “Why?” Husk fell silent, wavering on his memory like a lightning struck in a bottle. He places the bottle back to its fateless place and starts rummaging through the tea bags until one reads ‘Black Caravan Tea’. He places the tea bag in a muggy cup and clicks the kettle to brew. Minutes go by as the kettle finally makes its thump, breaking Husks trance as he pours the steamy water onto the cup and gently pushes it over to Angel. “Here” He says softly. “Careful, it’s hot.” Angel slowly directs his eyes to the hot tea, then back to Husk, his mouth making a quiet gasp. “I know it’s not much,” He adds. “But for you, I hope it can be enough.”

Angel dust calmly blows the steam off his tea and takes a sip, warm smoky sweetness filling his mouth in peaceful bliss. He continues sipping it at a slow pace, enjoying each moment with him and his magical tea, transforming his mind to ocean waves, hearing its soothing whooshes and the pleasant echoes of bird’s chirping. After taking one last sip, he notices Husk with his own muggy cup, cooling off the steam before slurping down the whole tea to an empty cup. His grouchy face disappeared, replacing it with a genial smile; friendly and relaxed. Like warming his face with radiant golden sunlight.

“What’s this?” Angel asks as soon as Husk tastes his last drop.

“Black Caravan.” Husk replies, licking his lips. “My Babushka always makes this tea, saying ‘If you get upset, don’t waste your mouth with vodka, relish it with Caravan.’” He glimpses away from Angel dust, shining a little star in his eyes before glaring at the shelves of bottles and boozes. “Heh, no wonder I hadn’t remembered…”

Angel snickers. “My Nonno says something similar. He said; ‘You don’t stuff your mouth with alcohol, you stuff it with Frittelie!’” They both chuckle with each other, reminiscing of their old lives before the room went to silence. Both eyes looking away from each other as Angel proceeds to fiddle with his hands and Husk tapping his table, now only slow and with no rhythm. A clock’s final strikes till midnight. “You know,” He spoke solemnly. “After you're done with work and all, instead of finding drugs, you can come straight here to talk or have some tea. Either one or both to get off some steam.”

Angel glances back to Husk’s sentimental gaze, his eyes lit up. “You’ll…You’ll do that?”

“Yeah.” He responds, keeping his gaze to Angel Dusts. “I’d do. For you…”

Their eyes locked in their gazes, their beating hearts twined to one another. Angel’s eyes turn away from the burning faint shades of pink of his face, looking steadily at the cup. “Yeah,” a small line shaped to a tender smile, “I’d like that.”

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin critical #hazbin criticism #hazbin critique #hazbin hotel rewrite #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw sa implied #tw drug use #tw drug addiction #tw drug mention #tw alcohol #tw alcohol addiction #tw alchohol mention

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Along Came Fire - Avery/Blair Pt. 3

Here's the last installment of this fic! I thought they would talk about certain things a bit more, but they only went so far. Of course lol. Anyway, there will be more about them in the coming months, soooooo . . . here's a hot, steaming pile of hasty editing!

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Avery doesn’t start with his shirt. Instead, she slips the bandana off of his head. Runs the fingers of both hands through his hair in a slow, deliberate way that makes him shiver. A low rumble of appreciation vibrates deep within his chest and his hands find their way back to her hips so that he can pull her closer. The fact that she’s basically straddling him is making his already tight jeans uncomfortable to the point of wanting to rip them off, but he forces himself to be still, allowing her to explore him with her fingertips.

She traces the line of his jaw, runs a thumb over his lips, flicks the chain that connects the hoop in his nose with the one in his ear.

“I like this,” she says, her nail dragging the length of the chain with a tickling vibration.

“Yeah?” He ignores the rising tingle in his sinuses that the tiny motion creates. Or tries to. “Hhmn, careful.”

“Should I unhook it?” She leans dangerously close to his face and heat roars through his blood.

“Probably.” He slides his hands up to cup her face. “Come here.”

Kissing this woman is like a static shock, a flicker of lightning across his lips. The little pointed tips of her canines graze his tongue and the restraint it takes to keep from toppling her onto her back is an exercise in control that he nearly fails.

The edge of her nail grazes his nose ring and he winces against her mouth.

“Mmn, f-fuuhh-hh….!”

He breaks the kiss with an ungodly sharp gasp and only manages to lean away just enough to forgo dampening her shirt. “HhRISSSCH! EhhRISSCCH-uh!”

But he doesn’t quite spare her arm. Or his own.

The way she tilts her head is reminiscent of something curious and predatory, as if she is deciding the best way to approach eating him.

Damn, that’s hot.

“Aww.” She runs a finger down the slope of his nose. “I’m sorry. Did that tickle?”

Her fingers grip his shirt and she jerks his shoulders off the mattress. Like two feet off of the mattress.

What the f—

She’s kissing him, nibbling his ear, nipping the line of his jaw. Playful. Teasing. And definitely asking for something more than cuddling on the couch with a movie.

“Look.” He grabs her sides to steady her. “I’ve got limits with–.”

Again with the nails on the chain followed up by a delicate swat of fingers. “I don’t think I want you to take this off.”

A burning tingle surges through his sinuses and he cringes hard against a knuckled finger. “A-Avverr—ehhh-hhhheh! EhhRISSSCHT! HhKGGSSHT!”

“Whoopsie,” she says in a voice that isn’t even the slightest bit sorry. “You’re really sensitive, aren’t you.”

Not a question.

“I am.” He sniffles thickly, needing a tissue like seven kinds of hell, but not bothering to grab one. Instead, he lets her push him flat on the mattress and pulls her down atop of him, pinning her hips against his own with his hands. “You like trying to make me lose my shit?”

“Well, I’d like it if you lost this shirt,” she says.

The same hands shove him flat onto the mattress hard to make the coils squeak like a trampoline. “Here, let me help you.”

She slide-jerks the fabric over his head and tossed it halfway across the room.

“Oooh. . . “ Her eyes widen just a touch and she runs appreciative hands down his chest. “Aren't you an absolute unit.”

Blair snorts a laugh. “There's one I haven't heard.”

Her half-lidded stare is all pupil and smolder as nimble fingers slip beneath the waistband of his jeans. “What about the rest of you?”

“Mmmm, dunno.” He grabs her hips with a slow squeeze of hands. “You tell me.”

Those questing digits slide lower and he doesn't even try to suppress the shiver of pleasure when they make contact. And return that squeeze.

“Ooh,” she purrs. “Sir, I'm gonna need to see your conceal and carry permit.”

He laughs again. Hard.

She slides down his body like a serpent, nails raking his chest, his ribs, his hips. Pants come off. Lights are dimmed.

And there is much growling and gasping to be had.

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Avery can't even remember the last time she'd slept so well. Curled against this beast of a man and all but enveloped in a wreath of blankets and limbs, she can't possibly get any closer to him. But she does somehow.

His embrace around her tightens and she snuggles against his chest with a contented sigh. She could get used to this. Too bad he’s a rockstar with maybe a day or two of downtime, if he’s lucky. Or if she is.

His chest suddenly expands against her and he attempts to put some distance between them, but no way she's letting that happen.

"Hey, don't worry about it," she murmurs into his collarbone.

Like he has a choice.

The sneeze overtakes him with a shoulder-shuddering "HeehRISSCH!" followed almost immediately by a second, more emphatic "Hh'RISSSCHH-uuh!"

"Mmn, sorry," he mumbles through what sounds like heavy, unproductive congestion.

"Stop being sorry," she says.

But she does untangle herself for a better look at him. And to be fair, he does look. . . rough. The bandana-less waves of his hair are softly disheveled, nostrils rimmed in an angry pink tint, and the flush of fever spans his cheeks.

"Ooh." She runs her fingers through his ruffled locks with a gentle touch. "You're really sick, aren't you?"

"Maybe." He sniffles thickly. "Not contagious, like I said."

“Wouldn’t care if you were, like I said,” she reminds him.

And reaches for the forgotten box of tissues to hand over a few.

Just in time, from the looks of it. Blair is doing his best to fend off whatever has him beyond urgent and is failing spectacularly. It’s the lip curl thing that’s really doing it for her, that flash of canines that are just a little too pointed to be entirely human.

But he smells human. Looks human. What kind of–

"Hhh-hhh. . .! UhCHISSSH! Hhhkg-RISSSCHiiuuhh!" He follows the sneezes with a forceful and immediate blow that sounds as if it takes far more energy than he has to expend.

"God bless," she says, smoothing his sneeze-displaced locks away from his eyes.

"Thank you," he says in a weary, congestion-deepened voice that makes her toes curl. "Not the way I wanted to wake up with you."

Avery waves a dismissive hand. "Oh, please. Taking care of a big, burly rockstar who's been beaten into submission by his own body is a favorite pastime of mine."

He chuckles darkly. “I’m a fucking fantasy, then.”

“Damn right,” she says.

She slides her arms around his neck and draws herself as close as physics will allow. "I think you need a hot bath and some hot sex."

A burst of deep, rumbling laughter escapes him and she nips at his collarbone.

“Wanna reverse that order?” Calloused fingers grip her naked hips and she lets him drag her atop his body.

Boy, did she ever. A girl could only take so much.

And he doesn’t mind her taking the lead, which is about as sexy as it gets with such a huge guy being brought to his limits by someone as small as herself. Besides, he seems to like watching her be on top, the pupil in that odd, yellow-amber eye expanding to an almost obscene amount of blackness.

Beneath her hands, his skin warms to her touch until it feels as if it is hot enough to burn, but it’s a feeling she relishes. He doesn’t even seem to mind when she scratches swaths of red down his chest. In fact, he looks like he likes it. Sounds like it, too.

Nothing like hearing a man do that groan-growl-purr thing he’s doing.

By the time she’s collapsed atop of him in a pleasurably panting heap, he’s like laying on sun-infused earth that’s been baking in the summer heat. And then, there’s that whole slight wisp of smoke thing. She’s not imagining it.

“So . . .” She rolls onto her side, still curled against him, one finger tracing his lips. “Let’s drop the facade here. You wanna tell me what the whole literal ‘smoking hot’ thing is all about?”

He lolls his head in her direction and arches an eyebrow. “You wanna tell me where you got that foxfire?”

She sits up with an abrupt dislodging of sheets.

“I asked you first,” she counters.

He chuckles, a thin line of smoke ebbing from his lips. “Surprised you didn’t ask about the eye.”

“I’m getting to that.” She runs a dark nail down his bare chest, smiling when she shivers.“You smell human. Look human. You even taste human. But you’re not really, are you.”

“. . . taste?”

“I bit you.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. You did.” That dark voice deepens. “A few times.”

“Well?”

“What.”

She huffs. “What are you?”

He scratches the underside of his chin with nails that could rival her own. “I’m a man,” he says. “With extras.”

“You’re annoying, that's what you are.”

“It’s a long story,” he says at last.

Something in the way he says that makes her reign in her interrogation. Maybe a peace offering of sorts first.

“You shouldn’t be able to ‘see me,’ but you can.” She levels her stare at him and flicks the chain of his nose ring, smiling with wicked pleasure when he flinches. “How?”

"G-goddaaahh miiihh—-Huuuh….ARRISSCHUH! IKGSSSHkt!" Blair's breath trembles with a staggering, vocal hitch, like his body is fighting itself for lung capacity he doesn't have. "Hkg–RISSSCHIIU!" He gives a lock of her hair a playful tug in return. “Fucking quit it.”

His command and his knowing smirk don’t even come close to aligning.

Great fucking sexy-ass bastard.

“Fess up or I’ll flick you again.”

Again with the chuckling. And the sniffling. “I can.” He pauses, as if mulling over his impending explanation. “I’m bound and sworn to keep that to myself. And you damn well know what that means, don’t you.”

Oh, she knew, alright. Just why he was granted that ability in the first place was a question he probably wouldn’t answer.

Not right now, anyway.

“Prove it,” she says. “Tell me what you see.”

He slips his arms behind his head, cradling it in his massive hands. “Fox spirit,” he says at last. “Kitsune.”

Well, damn.

She huffs, sending wisps of her hair flying. “Now, I’m really annoyed.” She sprawls across his chest with a sort of purring hum, nips at his neck. “Aren’t you worried I’m going to suck your spirit dry, if you don’t give me what I want?”

“You can’t,” he says. “But it would be fun to watch you try.”

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Finis . . . for now.

#EFF writes #Avery #Blair #Look I can't MAKE him talk lol #At least she was willing to give up some of her details #There will definitely be more about this in the near future #Some that is intentionally vague because they made it as such #I don't have any control over this shit okay??#LOL

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🎃The View; Best in Town

Date: 231031

Warnings: see note below, also SMUT 🔞, but I won't spoil. (No red siren).

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

NOTE: This is the least halloweeny piece I've ever done. In fact, there is Nothing. I was going to - DID - but whichever way I turned it I couldn't get it to match with the smut, and I really like that part in this. So I decided to skip, instead of dragging the smut stock down.

WC: 1,2k

Masterlist

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Looking up at the ceiling (the diffuse part of it you can make out), you think how funny things sometimes turn out. That side is still warm so he hasn't been gone for ages, but nevertheless the whole time you've been awake. What was it he said?

"I can't wait."

"Can't wait..? For this to be ov-"

"For you."

He was something indeed, just like the colleagues who knew him or of him had said - although you got the strong impression they didn't mean it as a compliment and there was more than a grain of envy in their voices while saying it.

Either way, they way he had said that, "for you" didn't sound sleazy. Maybe because he didn't finish the sentence? Either way, you found - find - him to be quite sensual.

"But where the hell is he…", you whisper, pushing the sheets to the side and walk out into the living room. It's almost as dark here, but the big window lets in more light from the street below so you make your way around quite easily. Walking a few steps towards the bathroom you definitely hear his voice from in there, so you gather he just stepped away to take a call so he wouldn't wake you up. Nothing to do but wait.

Gazing out the window is not an excuse, just something to do while you wait. But seeing as you are looking out the window you might as well lean a little, arch a bit, twist your knees a pinch.

When he finally comes out he doesn't immediately spot you; you can tell by the pause in his steps that he's seen you just now and is walking back behind the sofa.

The flutter of waiting for him to come close is divine, not knowing which millisecond he'll reach out. His hands start at your waist, moving upwards to your breasts then down again.

"What are you doing up…", he asks seductively, kissing you on the shoulder, already looking for your entrance.

"Enjoying the-mhh....the view."

As soon as he starts, he starts. And when you're built like him, why pace and wait? You couldn't believe how he stayed up last time, but somehow he did, and he's already making your bodies clap, digging his fingers in a little deeper.

You've been with feral men before - you've been feral. But whatever this is, it's different. A vicious need reverberating inside your body; taking Baekhyun's energy, him taking yours. He cannot smack hard enough, can't go deep enough, grip and claw savagely enough, yet everything he does is teetering on being too hard, deep and savage.

The window pane bangs and shutters when you put your hand up, but the marble sill stays quiet when it meets your foot. No questions asked he grabs the underside of your thigh, moaning to welcome the open access and rams straight up to electrify your core with the pressing of his tight balls as the icing on the cake.

God, why do you hope everyone down there can see you? Hope all those apartments with turned down lights hide people, looking from the shadows?

Growling, he puts his knee on the sill as well, letting it rest just under your thigh, snapping himself into you, crushing your ribcage, burying his face in your neck.

"U-hh……….u-hh……….u-hh………uh, you're draining me…." Biting your neck, he groans and slaps your clit. "Turn around……a-hh………chh…turn around…"

"I can't."

It's his wish, but he nonetheless pulls out with great reluctance, gripping your thigh hard, running his hand to rest, stroke, between your legs, snapping one, two, final times.

Hoisting you up on the ledge, putting one of his arms in the crook of your knee he leans forward, maybe for you to feel the pressure. Of course it's not comfortable, but that is part of the allure, especially with Baekhyun. The pure, wanton, vulgar.

"Can you take me like this?"

"I'll take you anyway you want me to."

Groaning with delight, he envelops his mouth over your lips, sliding his tongue over yours, moaning while steering himself right. After aligning, he slowly presses in, making you shiver with thrill. The cold window gives you a jolt - and well-needed cool down. Then he steadies himself with his other arm under your knee and starts. Rolling without a glitch, he goes from fast to faster, the faint lights from below illuminating his damp body and wet forehead. And, even though shadowed, his length is mouthwatering as it - covered in slick shine and veins - slides in-and-out, pressing to the shaft. The position is taxing, balancing takes a toll and he knows, so the crushing grip you have on the hair on the back of his head to keep steady doesn't seem to faze him. If anything it serves as pleasure, a raw reaction that further ignites him, makes him go from rolling to a straight, no-holds-barred, beat.

His palm hits the window with a louder pang than yours did - with a wail he pounds all his weight into you - he'll break my back - coming, dousing your insides with semen.

Grabbing your waist with both hands he thrusts.

"Aghh!" And again. Leaning into a hug - again.

Coming down his kisses trail your collarbone, neck, lips with his touch over back, waist, face.

In his soft hand, under his caressing thumb, your nipple tingles. Sounding like he's using the last bit of power he breathes in your ear.

"Mh, you're so fucking sexy…"

Baekhyun being someone you just met doesn't matter; you know he means it. And that makes you feel sexy.

"Don't fall, I'm lifting you", he says, putting his arm around your lower back.

"You'll drop me. I'll walk."

Shaking his head he goes for it, backing up 'til he feels the armchair against his calf then sits down. Still hard, he makes sure you go back on, even though it makes him knit his brows. You don't know if you could get tired of this feeling, but he…

"You're a bonafide freak…", you whisper above his lips.

Smiling, you think he's reaching to cover your mouth but slipping the middle finger in he lets you wet it and goes round; parts, strokes, then pushes.

"Tsh-ahh…"

You can't help arching, circling, when he rounds his finger upwards-

"Don't move", he asks, not so much because of overstimulation, more dominant. Placing his hand on the side of your neck he gently fixes it towards himself. "Just look at me."

Even if it weren't for the night his eyes would've been jet-black, but somehow deep. Intimidating, yet comforting to meet.

The leather feels nice and cool against your shins, being in a seated, normal, position feels nice, feeling Baekhyun's finger darting in-and-out of your ass feels nice.

So when he pulls out and lifts you by the waist you're disappointed, but steering his cock back he puts it against your ring.

"Can you..?"

Raising himself up to show he's serious is enough - with the slip of his own cum you press down and let him in. Inhaling deeply, he cups your face and covers your mouth with his juicy lips and a whisper:

"Ah, I think it's your turn to fuck me…"

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#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #BBH-NET

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spaceistheplaceart · 2 years

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Body Swap - A Job!?

First Comic (the one you're reading now is the 7th, Part One. Search #mp100 body swap on my blog to find the rest. I'll make a masterpost at the end.)

Part Two

Summarized ID: A client is supposed to come in today, and Mob accepts the job on Reigen's behalf. Mob and Reigen learn that Mob no longer has powers and Reigen now does, and Reigen tries to figure out how to use Mob's powers.

FULL ID UNDER CUT:

(NOTE: their bodies are swapped, so keep in mind that "Reigen" looks like Mob and vice versa.

Reigen Mob and Dimple all sit in Spirits and Such awkwardly. Reigen gets up.

REIGEN: "Well... looks like we got a lot of free time until this gets fixed."

He points at Mob. "Mob, start rethinking what you did yesterday. Were there any weird items you touched that could have cursed? Any spirits holding a grudge? Maybe you looked at a suspicious site...?"

Mob thinks about it. He looks up in thought. "Hmm..."

Reigen's cellphone rings. Mob looks at it and picks it up.

REIGEN: "Who is it?"

MOB: "Unknown number."

REIGEN: "Answer it."

MOB: "Hello? Yes, this is spirits and such consulting."

There is a pause, mob holding the phone up to his ear. He covers the receiver and sweats, looking at Reigen. "He says he's a client. He's supposed to come in about thirty minutes."

Reigen facepalms as his aura swells around him. "AGH! SERIOUSLY!?" He drags his hand down his face. "hh... damnit... ask him what his name is." His aura fizzles out.

MOB: "sorry, who are you?"

Reigen yells at Mob, aura spiking up behind him. Mob's shoulders hunch up and his eyes go wide in surprise. Reigen yells: "DON'T ASK IT LIKE THAT! THAT MAKES IT SOUND LIKE YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE CUSTOMER!!!"

Mob's shoulders are hunched up and he is sweating, the phone held close to his ear. "Oh." He responds. There is another pause, then he covers the receiver again and speaks to Reigen.

MOB: "He says his name is Hitoshi Hiroto. Should I-"

REIGEN: NO, no, NO!!!"

Reigen puts his head down in despair on the couch. "One of the most wealthy customers I've had... and THIS happens."

Reigen looks up, eyes shut, despairing. In the back, Mob is stood up, answering the person on the phone. At the same time, they say:

REIGEN: "I can't believe we have to cancel on him..."

MOB: "Yes, we'll accept the job. See you then."

Mob hangs up. Reigen looks over.

Reigen stands on the couch, eyes wide and arms splayed out. He yells: "WHY THE HELL DID YOU ACCEPT IT!??! MOB!!!"

DIMPLE: "yeah, what the hell?"

Mob looks a little sad. "Well..."

A thought bubble appears, showing an earlier comic where Mob was checking Reigen's fridge.

MOB: "When I woke up today and I had to make breakfast, I noticed that..."

Mob wrings his hands together and looks down, frowning. "Master didn't have a lot of food..."

Reigen is sharply drawn, yelling angrily: "HEY! YOU'RE MAKING IT SOUND LIKE I'M POOR!"

He calms down and looks to the side, with a sweatdrop on his cheek. He has one hand up, gesturing dismissively. "Mob, the reason I don't have food at home is because I usually go out for meals. I hardly cook anymore."

Mob looks at him blankly, with a touch of surprise. "oh."

Dimple floats up to Reigen, muttering to him.

DIMPLE: "are you sure it isn't cause you're tight on money?"

REIGEN: "Well, I mean... having more wouldn't hurt... but don't tell mob that."

Mob looks up, having overheard. He speaks up after the pause. "It'll be okay, master. I'll exorcise it like we normally do."

DIMPLE: "Uh... you're in reigen's body... I don't think you can use your powers, Shigeo."

Mob and Reigen both look shocked, a little poorly drawn on a dark background as they both say "huh?"

Mob looks at his hand, then outstretches it in front of him with a shadow over his eyes. He points his hand at a cup on Reigen's desk... nothing happens.

His hand slowly drops. "My powers... they're gone..." His eyes are wide and he has a sweatdrop on his cheek. His mouth hangs open a bit.

Dimple floats closer to Reigen with a shit-eating grin. "Waaait a minute... But Reigen, I thought you said you HAD psychic powers!"

He presses up against Reigen's cheek. Reigen is sweating and his aura is bubbling up. "You weren't lying, were you?"

"OF COURSE NOT!" Reigen yells at Dimple, who floats away still with a grin on his face.

Reigen gestures wildly, sweating and with a nervous smile on his face. The background is a red and yellow striped pattern, centering around him.

REIGEN: "Y-Y'SEE, MY POWERS AREN'T PSYCHIC LIKE YOURS, MOB! THEY'RE SPIRITUAL! so-so they work COMPLETELY DIFFERENTLY! that's why you're having trouble right now, because I haven't yet trained you in the art of spirituality!"

Dimple looks unimpressed. Mob thinks it over.

MOB: "I do remember you telling me that a while ago..."

Dimple looks at Mob in shock. "YOU'RE GONNA BELIEVE THAT BULLCRAP!?"

Reigen outstretches both arms, striking a strange pose towards the cup. "Well, I might as well try..."

Nothing happens.

"CRAP! NEITHER OF US HAVE POWERS!"

The cup begins floating. Mob points at it. "Master, the cup!"

Reigen turns around. "huh?"

The aura around the cup vanishes and it drops to the desk, shattering.

"CRAP!" Reigen makes a dive to save it, but is to late. He looks down at the shattered cup. "Damnit..."

Mob comes up behind him and outstretches his hand. "I'll clean it up."

A beat. Nothing happens.

Mob drops his hand, awkwardly looking away. "Oh, right. Um... where's the dustpan?" Reigen drags his palm down his face, frustrated.

DIMPLE: "this is gonna be a disaster."

MOB: "It'll be okay, master just has to learn how to use my powers."

Dimple thinks: "easier said than done."

Reigen stands with his hips cocked and one hand on his hips, smiling nervously. "Well, I guess the master has become the student, huh? ahaa... ok, how do I exorcise a spirit? Psychically, of course, I already know how to spiritually."

Mob looks back at him. Um..." His eyes go wide. "I don't know."

Reigen gestures wildly, hair puffing up and he is sweating. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW!?!? YOU DO THIS EVERYDAY!!!"

Mob looks down at him, with a sweatdrop on his cheek. He is holding the dustpan. "Ah... it's just become natural now, I don't really think about it."

ID AND COMIC CONTINUED IN NEXT PART

Click this to be taken to the next part.

#long post #mp100 body swap #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #comic #op art

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hunterwritesstuff · 5 months

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Friendship with HH Adam hcs? Take your time, don't forget to take care of yourself!

Yesssss same goes to you guys who read my shit!!!! You best be taking care of yourselves!!! Btw, this is a mix of canon and how I personally write him, so like, read ahead with that in mind, pookies! <3

🎸 The first few months are ACTUAL Hell in Heaven.

🎸 He's INCREDIBLY annoying and loudmouthed(moreso than usual, according to Lute) for the first few months of you trying to be his friend.

🎸 But after a while, he changes.

🎸 He asks you a question. "So, like, uhhhhh when're you fucking leaving my ass?"

🎸 If you say you aren't, chances are high he's fucking sobbing.

🎸 Losing two wives does shit to a man.

🎸 You and Lute are some of the only people he takes his helmet off around(I subscribe to the hc that he's insecure about his face after Lilith and Eve-)

🎸 He's the type of friend to drag you around. You have no say in the matter.

🎸 Bills? WRONG. BURGER TIME.

🎸 If you're lucky, he'll let you listen to him practice on his guitar!

🎸 Don't account on ever touching it though. it's his baby.

🎸 He's totally willing to take you to raves or parties!

🎸 If anyone tries anything with you, they're either getting a glare, or a blast of Heavenly light to the face.

🎸 He's also totally willing to be your wingman. Whether you want him to or not.

🎸 Unless you're aroace. He may be confused, but he shrugs it off. When you explain it to him, he respects it, but is. confused on how it works sometimes.

🎸 All in all, rough start, but overtime, ya get better!

🎸 Adam doesn't change though, he's still annoying as fuck.

Hope ya enjoy! :D

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam and reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam and platonic reader #hazbin hotel platonic reader

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noses-in-winter · 1 year

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In Which Dr. Lawrence Sheldon Must Face His Sneezing Fetish (m/m, sneeze kink)

Howdy, all, I come bearing another fic featuring the glorious OCs of @virarushi ! This is my official drop of one of my main OCs, Dr. Lawrence (Lor) Sheldon who is a stammery, jaded, awkward nerd with allergic rhinitis that leaves his nose perma stuffy. He also has a huge sneeze fetish that he's always tried to repress to the best of his ability.

Do YOU like boys making each other sneeze? Do YOU like repressed nerds? Do YOU like tusks + sneezing? Then THIS is possibly a fic for YOU!

Anyway please don't reblog to non-kink blogs, thank you!! This is messy, bisexual and horny, be warned.

He had started nodding off on the trampoline again, hadn’t he? Shit. Everyone else had gone in already. Who else came tonight…? Ugh, he forgot. All Lawrence’s swampy, drunk mind knew was that it was only he and Alexander left out stargazing on the trampoline.

And, of course, he knew that Alexander had been sneezing...a lot.

Lor looked up. Quivering, damp nostrils were the only things he could focus on at the moment. Well, that and a pair of tusks, exposed in a ticklish snarl and only becoming more and more evident as Alexander geared up for what looked like had to be a hell of a sneeze. Lor’s reaction may have been a bit more appropriate were he not stupid drunk. Instead of getting the pack of tissues that he knew were in his back pocket, Lor simply reached out a hand to place on Alexander’s shoulder. It jumped with one hitch, and then another--

“Hidd’tch!” Alexander buckled into his handkerchief, bouncing the trampoline slightly with the force. Oh. Not the ‘hell of a sneeze’ Lor had expected, but still decently strong. Something in him still knew the strong one would be coming eventually, though.

In this case, ‘knew’ may have been synonymous with ‘hoped’.

Alexander sniffled blearily after that sneeze. He let his head loll back on the rubber of the trampoline, looking like he was ready to continue the conversation they had been having a moment ago-- “Hh-!”

That second sneeze still needed to make an appearance, though.

“Hihhd’scht!”

There it was.

“You’ve been sneezing a lot,” Lor murmured before he could properly process the statement.

Alexander snuffled, rounded nose being visibly rubbed back and forth in the handkerchief. It was only when he looked up that Lor realized that had been said...out loud. Alexander’s lashes fluttered once, seeming to be more from sleepiness and drink than a need to sneeze. He finally lowered his handkerchief, but had evidently been unable to get his nose as clean as he might prefer. “Yeah. Yeah, I have, haven’ I?” Alexander murmured, nose scrunching with a dragging sniffle. He turned his head to squint over at the picnic bench that held their drinks. “...Maaaay’ve grabbed your acorn wine by m’stake...stuff’s magic as magic gets, I s’pose? An’...tastes like the regular stuff...a-ahhhhn’ all…”

Lor nodded slowly, eyes still fixed on his friend’s nose as it scrunched back and forth. Alexander winced and buried his nose right back into his handkerchief, clearly not done chasing this tickle off. “Sdf, ugh… Augh, gods… hihh!... ugh…”

He could only watch, transfixed, as Alexander rubbed slowly at the tip of his nose. Deliberate. Urging. He saw the pudgy domes of his nostrils, red and twitching and flaring as he seemed to…rub the tickle out of them?

“Hh’ktch! Hh’eschuh! ” Alexander sneezed into his handkerchief, one right after the other. Well...not quite all in his handkerchief. The guy couldn’t help a bit of release escaping where the cloth hadn’t yet covered his nose completely. He quickly snuffled and went to start mopping up his nose. That’s how Lor knew that Alexander was drunk, too. Normally, he couldn’t imagine the gnorc just giving Lor a clear view of this...process.

“Bless you,” Lor said on an exhale. “Uhm. Did you...uh, did…” He could barely even say the words. “Did you...rub that one out?”

Oh. Oh. Oh, and now Lor was thinking about Alexander rubbing one out, in the traditional sense. Both that and his nose. At the same time. Oh. “Um. Sorry. I-I mean, make yourself…” Alexander didn’t seem to be making any connections here. Lor just awkwardly continued on. “....Snneeeeze…?”

Ah! There was recognition on the gnorc’s face. “Sdf…yeah, y’ve gotta sometimes,” he said dazedly with a nostril scrunching sniffle, “when the ol’ gnome nose just won’t let’cha be done yet. So, ya just give ‘er a good rub like…”

No handkerchief this time. Alexander was just rubbing the tip of his nose with the flat of his hand. He went in a slow, sleepy swirl. Then, his nostrils started flaring.

“A-...Alexander?” Lor murmured.

His nose scrunched, and breath quaked, but he hardly seemed to notice. “Like… Hh..hheh--! L-Like thi--...hihh...”

“I-I-If you do that, you’re gonna…”

Lor acted impulsively, as he did frequently when drinking. He shot his hand out to snatch Alexander by the sleeve, fingers curling easily around his friend’s much smaller arm. His thumb connected with his middle and ring finger easily. Lor pushed Alexander’s forearm up to his dripping, teased nostrils, just as another two sneezes--- “hadt’zzzschoo! Haht’izzschhoo!” -- barrelled out of him.

Lor had successfully gotten Alexander’s cardigan to cover his nose, though...with his closed hand right in the way. Alexander snuffled with his eyebrows twitching sleepily together, eyes completely shut in the aftermath. He used the same forearm--and therefore the back of Lor’s hand--to rub his nose into. Alexander’s nostrils instantly flared when the sensitive tip was rubbed against the stationary hand of his best friend, and not the plush material of his cardigan. His brow furrowed with the instant need to sneeze, though he was evidently not aware of what was against his nose.

“Hhhnn…?” Alexander murmured once before the weight of that tickle set in. He could barely hitch once before Lor yoinked his hand back. With all the brains of a half-trained monkey, Lor took Alexander’s nose instead. Thumb on the dome of one nostrils, index and middle finger on the other. Was this dumb? Yes! Did his drunken, idiot mind know any other way of keeping Alexander from sneezing disastrously? It wasn’t like Lor …minded. But, ah, it would be best to preserve Alexander’s dignity the best he could, right? And, just like that, he pinched Alexander’s nostrils shut mid-flare.

Alexander took in three quivering breaths that ticked his shoulders up a little higher each time. There was a long pause...and then his breathing slowed all together. The sneeze had mostly been scared off by the surprise of Lor’s sudden move. Alexander blinked dazedly for a moment before pulling back slowly out of his friend’s hold. Lor expected for Alexander to be embarrassed, or at least offended, but...

“Heh...thanks, Lor,” Alexander chuckled blearily with the cutest tusked grin that Lor had ever seen. He buried his nose into his handkerchief yet again to wipe up the evidence of this brief sneezing spell. He tried, anyway. Again, didn’t have a handle on the entire thing right now.

Was it extremely...cute? Attractive? Augh, something, that Alexander was just unable to realize what a mess he was right now? “B-...Bless you,” Lor gulped, hand held against his stomach. Saturn’s rings, he felt like he had just waltzed off a crazy rollercoaster at the county fair.

“Thagks,” Alexander said again with a congested little snort. When he spoke again, his voice was much less stuffy. He relaxed into the rubber of the trampoline as it continued bouncing just slightly after that brief fit of his. “Hoooh. Kerlin’s coins, Mi’rah would love how much this d--snf--dimension makes me sneeze…”

Lor furrowed his brow. Alexander had mentioned Mi’rah before, sure, but...what was that about her, and, uh, sneezing…?

Alexander needed no prompting to continue. “She has the loveliest sparkle in ‘er eye when I feel--ah...felt a sneeze comin’ on, y’know. Sweet Mi’rah...I hope she’s got a nice someone around who’ll let her play with their nose.” He sighed and looked up into Lor's eyes. Lor couldn’t get himself to look away. “I could sneeze real easy for her and all. I mean...I was practically made for the job. Gnomes, we sneeze at the drop of a hat. Hardly a challenge, and she would always be happy with the results…”

After several seconds of processing, Lor spoke again. “She...she liked it? When you were sneezing?”

“Mhmm. Such a cute little kink, I think.” Alexander paused to stop and giggle at his rhyme. “Easiest thing in the world to entertain her.”

Was Lor only just now realizing what this thing of his was? A kink? Yes! And Alexander had...experience in this area. Christ alive. “Uh,” Lor murmured, “What sort of things did she…like seeing? I-I-I-If I can ask.”

“Ohhhh...” Alexander hummed before giggling again, bringing a curled knuckle up to rub back and forth beneath his nose. His smile was just as fond as it always was when he brought up happy memories to Lor. “‘Course you can ask. Mmm...where do I begin? Big fan ‘a just watchin’ when I felt a sneeze comin’ on. Wasn’t too rare when I spent time in her room. Biscuits made sure of tha’.”

Oh, yeah. Biscuits. Mi’rah’s cat. Just...hanging around, surely. Lounging on the bed. Rubbing up against pant legs. Shedding. “Uh, wh-...ahem, wh-what sorta thing was her...y-ya know. Favorite to watch?”

Lor figured a sober Alexander would have had a keen enough eye to tell that he was sweating bullets and keeping his hands held tight to his chest. This tipsy and magic-filled Alexander was far less observant. The gnorc’s bright green eyes were hardly focused, but they were still aimed in Lor’s direction. “Mmm...lemme see...she really jus’ liked noses for noses’ sake, too. Really liked it when...Well, I’m sure you can see how much I can get my nostrils to flare…”

He tilted his chin up to demonstrate fully. Lor felt an instant jolt of lightning to his gut. Alexander gave them two, and then three impressive nostril flexes. He had to sniffle back a running nose then, but didn’t have nearly the comprehension that might have been there normally. “She--snf--would tease me about how they’d scrunch and twitch, but...‘tween you an’ me…”

Lor gulped as Alexander leaned close to him. Alexander sniffled and got the most secretive smile on her face. He winked at Lor. “I added a liiiiiittle drama to it when I could. Extra flarin’ and quiverin’. Got her tickled pink, heheh. And tended to just t--hih--tickle me more, too…”

Every molecule in Lor’s body was desperate to say…something. Anything. All he could do, however, was blink at Alexander in a slow, mystified daze. What an enchanted life Mi’rah had to lead. Having someone (nobody in particular!) around all the time who...who let her toy with his nose--

“Ahh, that maaaay have been too...what’s the term? TMI? May’ve been too that...” Alexander said with a sheepish little wince. One nostril scrunched up with another budding irritation. He sniffled and knuckled the side of his nose, one eye squinting against the stimulant. “Should…snf, get m’self to be--”

“I think I have that, too.”

Alexander stared at Lor. It took Lor several seconds to realize that had come from his own mouth. Alexander blinked slowly, his rubbing motions frozen at the side of his nose. Slowly, he lowered his hand and...chuckled. Just barely. “Heheh. So sorry, Lor. I’ve clearly had far too much to drink, ‘cause it sounded like you were tryin’ to say you…”

Alexander seemed to be expecting Lor to shake his head and say ’of course not!’ in response to this insinuation. Alexander waited for that moment to come. When it didn’t, he continued with another unsure chuckle. “Say you, heh, had the same lil’ kink as dear Mi’rah.”

Lor could have pretended to fall asleep. Or need to run to the bathroom. Or have an asthma attack. Yet, here he was, face to face with a guy whose nose was…clearly quite used to some tampering.

Again, he gulped. “...I-I dunno,” Lor said quietly, pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. Every word felt like its own deep, dark confession. Despite his best efforts, Lor could only let his gaze flicker between Alexander’s eyes…and his nose. Alexander’s eyes… and his nose. “I, uh...k-kinda find myself thinking about that sorta thing a lot. And feeling that...sorta thing...when other people do that...sorta thing? I never realized it was a…thing. I-I just thought I was weird for noticing something like that.”

Alexander was still squinting, slowly putting together a toddler-sized 8-piece puzzle of a puppy in his mind. His eyes were on Lor’s before sloooowly crossing to look at the tip of his own nose. It twitched with the attention. Apparently, Alexander’s tipsy brain convinced him he was being subtle, because he immediately cleared his throat and spoke casually. “Oh? What...sorta thing? A-And what...sorta people? If you don’t mind me asking…”

“No!” Lor quickly said with a shake of his head. “No, no, I don’t mind. And, uh...what sorta thing…?” Hmm. What sort of thing did he find himself particularly drawn to?

“Hh--heh!...”

Oh. Alexander already seemed like he was about to have another sneezing spell. He snuffled and rubbed his nose in that same back-and-forth motion. Still, Lor spoke, though his voice cracked a bit more than he was happy with. He watched Alexander’s curled knuckles all the while.

“Well.” Good a start as any! “I, uh...always seem to be staring when somebody...really rubs their nose a lot...”

Alexander’s nostrils flared against his knuckles.

“I-I don’t notice right away. Notice myself noticing, anyway. Kinda just get transfixed, ya know? Especially when they, uh...look like they’ll be sneezing any moment now. And when they do--”

These sneezes were too wrenching for Alexander to contain. He barely sucked in one quavering little hitch before pressing the back of his hand beneath his nose. This...did not create the cover that he clearly had hoped it would. “Hadht’szzchoo! Ht’esschhoo!”

Lor’s stomach flipped. “L-Like that,” he said, voice little more than a wobble. Lor regretted the words an instant later. He squeezed his eyes shut immediately so that he wouldn’t have to see Alexander’s complete look of disgust that had to be coming. “Hhnn. Sorry. Sorry. That was weird. That was really weird, right? F-Forget I said it, I’m just...drunk, and dumb, and…”

There was no recoil. No tone peppered with discomfort. Simply Alexander taking in one long, dragging sniffle before speaking.

“...Lor, it’s alright.”

Alright? How could it be when he’d just confessed to thinking his best friend sneezing was...aughhh, Lor couldn’t even think it in his own head. He slowly cracked his eyes open to look at Alexander’s reassuring little smile. His nose ran slightly still, gravity doing its work by urging the drip to go a direct 90 degrees from Alexander’s offending nostril. He remained facing Lor, lying on his side.

“You might be just as drunk as I am, but you’re hardly stupid,” Alexander said with an ineffective sniffle. “Kinks are perfectly harmless. ‘Specially this one. Geshtianna’s garter belt, you heard how fondly I just spoke about Mi’rah’s preferences, right?”

Lor kept his gaze down. He studied every button of Alexander’s waistcoat. “...Well, yeah. But she was your girlfriend, she was supposed to be attracted to you.”

“...Oh.”

Lor could tell from that ‘oh’ that he must have said something either very right, or very wrong.

“I, ah...heh. Didn’ realize you were of a gentlemanly persuasion, yourself, Lor.”

He wasn’t! He couldn’t be! Liking women was distracting enough on its own, but adding guys to the mix…? Lor would have loved to debunk this thought immediately, but…hoo, Alexander’s nose and his eyes and tusks and aughh his nose--

“Uh.” Lor’s expression tugged into a reluctant smile. If anyone wouldn’t shame him about this, it was probably Alexander, right? “...Yeah. I-I must, I guess? Because when I, uh...When you’re… I feel…? A-And Mi’rah must have had quite the college experience, heh, just based on the little bit you just told me…”

Alexander was quiet for a long enough time to make Lor worry. Just before he could ask if this had been a mistake, Alexander spoke. Lor couldn’t bear to look at his face.

“...Lor. Stop me at any time, a’course, if I’m g-getting any of this---sdf--wrong… But, if you’re sayin you’d like--?”

“Yeah.” Lor swallowed hard and looked back up at Alexander, chewing at his bottom lip with nerves. “Yeah. Uh. If you--? But, I mean, I guess, why would you...But, if you did, then...y-yeah. You can...ya know. Show me everything you did for Mi’rah…? To, uh...keep you practiced, and all. For when you get back to her.”

Once again, the cutest smile curled the corners of Alexander’s lips. “...Heh. Keep me practiced indeed,” he hummed with a tilt of his head. “Everything, you said?”

Lor felt like the air in his lungs was suspended in time. “Everything,” he repeated with a nod.

It was common knowledge that Alexander could romance the hell out of whoever he wanted. Maybe not common knowledge, but…evident. It seemed to be the easiest thing in the world for Alexander to wrap his fingers around Lor’s wrist and draw his hand upward. “Here we are…” Alexander said with an inebriated little smile. He brought Lor’s hand to linger just before his rounded gnome nose. “She always loved just...givin’ it a lil’ push, whenever I had to--...”

He trailed off, tusks exposing themselves in a quivering little sneer. Lor could tell that Alexander was making a valiant effort to keep from sneezing. With a deep breath, Lor followed Alexander’s urging. He set his index and middle finger just at the tip of Alexander’s nose. The little push alone made his breath snag, but Lor took it a step further by sloooowly rubbing Alexander’s nose in a circular motion, just in the way Alexander had earlier. Lor watched as his jaw dropped lazily. Just as they had a few minutes ago, Alexander’s nostrils flared with the attention. His chest quaked with the impending sneeze.

“...I-I think I always wanted to do this,” Lor murmured.

A smile had just barely started to twitch at Alexander’s trembling lips when the sneeze took him over completely. He fanned uselessly at his nose for a few breathy seconds before pulling back from Lor’s hand. Alexander buried his nose into his wrist, sneezing powerfully-- “idht’IZSCHoo!” -- in a rapid-- hgh’izschhuh!”-- trio-- ”hh’yissschoo!--...Ugh.” Alexander wobbled in that aftermath. Lor took him by the shoulder.

“Bless you,” Lor breathed, cheeks burning just as much as they were before. “You… Uhmm. Y-You’re really good at this.”

“Th--hih! Thank you…” Alexander sighed into his handkerchief, sniffling with a dragging heaviness. He looked at Lor through teary eyes. The moment his handkerchief was gone, there was an evident little grin on his face. “Snf...That’s the sorta thing she’d do first…”

Lor gulped for what had to be the hundredth time. “What, uh...wh-what about what…you’d do?”

Lor himself didn’t really know what he meant, exactly, with that question. Alexander seemed to, though. He raised his eyebrows thoughtfully and regarded Lor before him. “...Well, snf...better ask wha’ you’re up for, first.”

“Anything.” The answer came out of him before Lor could even fully process Alexander’s question. “Wh-Whatever you...did for her, you can…do with me. Y-You can even go a...a little further. Maybe a lot further? If...you want...I, uh...” Deep breaths, Sheldon. “You can...do whatever to me. W-With me. Whichever.”

Again, Alexander had his finger on the pulse despite his wobbly reaction to the booze and magic both. He was pushing himself into a side-sitting position immediately. Alexander seemed quite dizzy initially, taking several seconds to reorient himself. Once he had, Lor found himself with a hand just to the right of his shoulder, pressing into the trampoline. “I certainly want,” Alexander said quietly. In an instant, he was...not quite straddling Lor, but keeping himself held up with one knee on either side of Lor’s waist. Alexander didn’t sit just yet. He looked down at Lor through encouraging, teary eyes. He sniffled, and the results were more than visible to Lor at this angle.

“I’d...keep her held just a lil’, like this. She was a good foot taller than you, Lor, so...experience was a lil’ different, I’d say, but just as nice. If this seems…good to you--?”

“Yeah,” Lor said quietly, eyes wide as he looked up. “Yeah, it’s. It’s good. Th-This is really good.”

Alexander needed no further prompting than Lor’s breathy encouragement. He eased down, straddling Lor completely. Lor swallowed and shut his eyes against the rosy blush consuming his cheeks again at feeling Alexander just…on him. He was small, of course, and lightweight, but that was hardly what Lor was focusing on right now. Alexander sniffled with a bubbling little sound to it that sent a delighted chill racing up Lor’s spine. Just then, he reached to tuck one lone lock of hair behind Lor's ear. With his hand still lingering there, Alexander’s breath snagged.

“I-I’d…straddle her, an’...” That sneeze was really torturing him. Alexander absently let his head loll back, slender chest rising and falling with each tickling breath. He reached up, firmly palming the underside of his nose. He sniffled in rapid succession, expression shifting into that sneezy blankness that Lor had come to anticipate. And, just like always, it led into a…. “Ihdt’szchhoo!”, smothered into his sleeve. Once again, the trampoline bounced slightly beneath them. Alexander’s thighs only hugged Lor’s waist tighter. One soupy sniffle later, another… “hhah!adt’izzdchoo!-- Oogh…”

Hooo. All of that was mind-blowing, but the breathy little moan after that second sneeze… Lor knew it was that showmanship that Alexander had mentioned, but maybe that’s what made this so...fuck, he could say it. So hot.

“Bless you,” Lor murmured in a shivering exhale. “Y-...Y-You’re really...really hot right now. I-Is that...okay to say?”

Alexander’s dark eyebrows shot upward in surprise. He lowered his sleeve, nose a drippy red. He gave Lor the sleepiest, most sultry smile that the taller one between them had ever seen. “More than okay. I live to please, you know. An’ th--hih! Thank you…” Alexander said with a congested sniffle. Immediately after, Alexander reached down to feather his fingers in the curls at Lor’s temple. The touch sent another shiver through Lor’s body. “Pardon tha’…sdff, interruption. To continue….I would touch her gently, after tha’...She loved her hair being toyed with. May I take a guess that you do, too, Lor?”

Of course, Alexander received an eager nod in response. He smiled and leaned down closer, one hand coming to lightly hold Lor’s bicep. “Sometimes she liked a bit more, though, if she was really in the mood...Buttons coming undone, you know, and little kisses to her neck...Sometimes I’d just nuzzle her right….” He traced the simplest little circle on Lor’s neck. “...here, with my nose. Get her all fluttery. Lor, if you--?”

Again, he nodded. Lor felt he was outside of his own body as he reached for Alexander’s bicep right back, tugging him closer. That sealed it for the both of them. Alexander’s nose was soon nestling at the most sensitive spot on Lor’s neck. Lor gave one shivering little gasp as Alexander huffed a chuckle. The soft warmth of Alexander’s nose trailed down Lor’s neck and to his clavicle. It was only when his nose was just barely starting to nuzzle at the collar of Lor’s shirt did a hitch shake Alexander’s body. Lor should have kept his mouth shut, but fuck. This was hot. This was so, so, so, so fucking hot.

“I...think you’re gonna sneeze,” he said with the most sheepish little exhale.

Alexander nodded slowly and hitched against Lor’s neck again. “H-hih! How could you t-hehhh-tell?” he asked in the cheekiest little whisper. He snorted with a scrunch to his nose that Lor could feel occurring just beneath his chin. “I certainly hope I don’t--don’t--snff-- don’t sneeze while I’m still...t-tangled up with you...hih! Hehh--!”

The kitchen light flipped on. The glow filtered out into the backyard, just barely missing Lor and Alexander’s spot on the trampoline. They both froze. Even the sneeze was scared out of Alexander’s nose in what Lor knew had to be a fizzy, unsatisfied feeling. Quick as a whip, though, Alexander rolled off of Lor to flop right beside him on the trampoline. The moment they were in the clear, the irritation in Alexander’s nose decided to come back with a vengeance. He was hardly able to say one word to Lor before his bottom lip quivered audibly through a snagging breath-- “Hehtzzchuhh!” he buckled with a sneeze aimed toward his chest, but absolutely caught Lor’s arm in its misty release. Alexander tried to sit up, but could only sneeze himself back down after just one gulping hitch. “haHH’dzzzschoo!”

Another sneeze was nearly there when Lor sat up himself, setting one hand on Alexander’s back while the other was held out in case he needed to stabilize himself somehow. Lor wasn’t the strongest guy alive, but he wanted to at least try to keep Alexander steady. As if by reflex, Alexander desperately took Lor’s proffered hand before squeezing it just a bit tighter as that third sneeze finally tumbled out of him without mercy. “Hhh!hadtszchhoo!”

His nose was a wreck. Dripping mercilessly into his lap and twitching still. Alexander was barely able to keep himself sitting, much less notice said wreck. Lor was about to try to find that handkerchief for Alexander before his friend took in a heady, high-pitched gasp that sent him wrenching with another uncovered sneeze---”ahdt’ZZssshuh!”-- that...well. Did, to his credit, completely rid himself of that steady drip from his nose. Seemed like Alexander had sneezed the remnants away for the moment. “S--hih! Sorry,” Alexander breathed, expression still a tickled snarl. “Sorry. Fuck, sddFF, ugh…”

“Bless you,” Lor said, giving his hand one slow rub where it sat on Alexander’s back. Alexander shivered immediately and leaned back into the touch. He opened his eyes blearily in Lor’s direction.

“Thank you,” Alexander breathed...

...Just as Emmaline came out onto the deck. “Oh, you two come in!” she called, robe wrapped tight around her. “I didn’t even know you were out here! I was just about to go to bed, but I saw your rooms were empty. You’ll freeze out here, silly boys! Alexander, you’re already sneezing yourself straight into bed.”

Whose bed? was Lor’s only thought.

Alexander sniffled desperately, finding his handkerchief and drawing it to his nose. “Right, Emmaline! We were just about to head in!” he called with a voice perfectly practiced in the art of assuring others that he was completely fine. His voice was congested, sure, but just as convincing as ever. “You head to sleep, by all means! We’ll see you in the morning!”

Lor could see her pout from this distance, but Emmaline eventually nodded and stepped back inside. “Alright, my loves. Rest well!”

“Y-You, too!” Lor was finally able to call out. He didn’t manage to breathe until Emmaline had closed the sliding glass door and disappeared back down the hallway. Only then did Lor let out a shaky exhale. Fuck, what had he been doing? He was dumb, he was so dumb for being so ridiculous, and…

“Thank you....”

Thank you?

“For, sddfff!...h-helping me sneeze…” Alexander said in the flirtiest little hum as he nestled his nose against Lor’s shoulder. The tip rubbed slowly back and forth against the fabric of Lor’s fluffy turtleneck. Alexander’s nostrils twitched in response. “You know how I’ll, sdff, be sneezing a while yet...I won’t keep you up, will I?”

Lor had his hand on Alexander’s waist before the gnorc could even finish that question.

“Can you?”

They were scurrying for the deck without another word.

#sneeze kink #sneeze fic #friends ocs #oc lawrence

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