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Willam Belli & Detox & Vicky Vox in Boy Is a Bottom music video

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229 - Magic Mike XXL

Listeners, are you ready to be exalted?! This week, we welcome back author, screenwriter, Listen to Sassy co-host, and now OSCAR NOMINEE Pamela Ribon. And to welcome her back we’re going on a road trip with some exotic male dancers for Magic Mike XXL. The somewhat surprising sequel to the 2012 original (previously discussed on this podcast) dispensed with the commentary on capitalism and gave us everything we wanted from Mike and the boys: more dancing, more skin, and more guys being dudes. But softer box office and softer reviews kept this totally-not-directed-by-Soderbergh-not-at-all sequel out of serious awards contention, excluding some late-year critical reassessment.

This episode, we celebrate Pam’s success with her animated short My Year of Dicks and our high hopes for Mike’s swan song, Magic Mike’s Last Dance. We also discuss Roxanne Gay’s recap, Magic Mike Live, and the film’s genius film ensemble including Jada Pinkett Smith, Andie MacDowell, and Elizabeth Banks.

Topics also include campaign rules, “going to nationals” as a concept, and Joe Manganiello causing your pants to rip.

Links:

The 2015 Oscar nominations

Roxanne Gay’s Magic Mike XXL Recap

Jessica Pressler Interviews Channing Tatum

Vulture Movies Fantasy League

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something about the juxtaposition of these two thumbnails (plus the title of the second one) is absolutely fucking destroying me

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Oddly specific trans experience is wanting to play both Seymour and Audrey but if you want to play one or the other that has to your agab in the original text, you want it so that they're your real gender in the production so it makes your lil shop just,,, gayer

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feeling immensely old, the willam makeup tutorial video is 9 years old

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[ DON’T BE SORRY. ] : 5.1k words. 𖤐 LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM READER. — you’re dating the big boss of hell himself, but it’s a sticky situation when you’re also good friends with a tech-savvy overlord who believes the cause of your boyfriend’s daughter is absolute bullshit.

#tags. slight hurt/comfort, slight jealousy, nsfw (+18), fluff, smut, vox being a hell of a friend, lucifer being vulnerable as hell,

a/n. fuuuuck i forgot to post this under the request but this was the request that i wrote this for <33 didn''t even remember they wanted fluff which is lucky bc i suck at fluff so i don't write it too often but i ended up writing in fluff anyway bc it felt appropriate for the fic SO

masterlist. request something :>

“Sir, someone is here to see you.”

Vox growled. His office would have been pitch black if it weren’t for the multitude of tv screens that stared right back at him, boring holes into his screen. They buzzed and whined with a cyan glare bright enough to light the entire pentagram. Claw marks left the edges of his head unpolished, his bowtie askew as his teeth grinded so hard he wanted to encounter a system error.

“Tell Val I am not in the mood for sorting out whatever’s got his panties in a twist this time—”

“Someone else, sir.”

“Well don’t just stand there you useless fuck! Who the fuck is it?” Static shocks ruptured from the wires on his head as he jumped out of his chair fuming. 

The employee pulled one of the handles of Vox’s grand doors. In pranced a sunlit woman with a grin that stained her cheeks red. On her arms were shopping bags lined all the way down their forearms, marking their weight on her flesh.

You pulled your rose-tinted sunglasses away from your face as you cocked a brow.

“What, are you not happy to see me Vicky?” 

“When are you gonna stop calling me that, you absolute slut!” Vox beamed, and as if a new line of code had entered his program, he shedded his jacket off to peel your shopping bags off you as he set them on his couch.

“What brings you back here after all this time, whore? And whose money are you wearing because I know there’s no goddamn way that’s all yours,” Vox laughed through his clearly lighthearted remarks. 

“Whatever. Whore is right because you’ll never guess who I’m fucking.”

.

On the edge of the pride ring resided halls and halls of vintage red wallpaper and intricate gold decor. Knocking frantically at her father’s door just to ask where his partner had gone was never how Charlie would have imagined her morning to go, ever, but here she was, knees wobbling with her hands clasped together as she waited no longer than a second before she had her fist in the air again to—

“Charlie?” 

“Dad!”

When Charlie had asked of your whereabouts, Lucifer simply frowned, though a hint of terror struck his shrunken pupils.

“Uh—I thought she was with you? Don’t you guys have that trust building exercise thing on today—”

“Yes! Yes that is precisely why I am panicking—she’s not in her room and she never misses our gatherings! Dad, how do you not know where she is?” Charlie screeched anxiously.

“Relax, Charlie I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for—”

“For her not to tell her own boyfriend where she’s going?” Charlie seethed with dirt kicked into her tone. 

“Let me call her, okay?” Lucifer pulled his phone out and speed dialed you. 

Something in his room buzzed intermittently. 

Charlie peered into her father’s room, only to find another phone rattling on the further bedside table.

Lucifer looked over his shoulder to the same view. His shoulders dropped.

“Ohhh no.”

.

“Face it baby, I got bigger bucks than daddy could ever conjure up.”

“Vox!” You punched him in the shoulder, unable to hold back laughs that pulled at the bottom of your stomach.

“What? Oh my god, you actually call him that in bed don’t you, you bitch? Holy shit, you really are a slut!” Vox cracked up after you both had left his building. “Where to?” 

“A few blocks away I got something to show you in the ma …”

Your lips fell numb when your gaze fell on a certain man with a white overcoat tailing in the wind as he approached your direction with a storm in his steps. He had been looking at his sides—your hand moved to shove Vox even before your body could follow.

“Ow, what—”

“Go.”

“Babe, what’s—”

“Vox go GO! Back in now!” You spun him on his heel and elbowed him back into the glass doors of his building lobby.

“Honey?” 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—”

He called your name, loud and clear as day that even the ruby skies of hell echoed it.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” Vox deadpanned.

“Hey!”

Both yours and Vox’s heads turned to the sound, Lucifer just a few strides away from possibly opening a portal down a ring.

“You!” Lucifer barked, gaze locked with Vox’s. “The fuck are you doing calling my girlfriend ‘babe’?” 

“Oh, that’s not—”

“Lie to me and I swear to fucking god I’ll make sure they’ll be prying you for parts.”

“Luci.”

“What?” His head snapped in your direction.

A silent gasp escaped you. 

His shoes hadn’t nearly been dragged through as much gravel as his voice had been. It was something he’d dug up from the depths of his chest like it was nothing—and it brimmed with the filth of his own disdain. 

Lucifer blinked hard as he shook his head. “Honey, I didn’t—”

“We’re just friends.”

“I know that but—”

“It’s an expression.”

Lucifer blinked a few times again, and with each blink he lost more and more tension in his brows, his shoulders—even his lips parted, perhaps to say something, perhaps not.

You and Vox were frozen halfway through the door so Lucifer kicked him in and shut the door quickly to leave you and himself out on the street.

“Why didn’t you tell me where you were going?” Lucifer asked, and it was like he placed a pillow to your head with the way his tone softened. His thumb had somehow ended up stroking soft circles on the back of your palm as he held your hand.

Vox stayed inside but his prying eyes stared through the glass nonetheless. He crossed his arms.

“Don’t look at him, darling,” Lucifer consoled with a lowered voice. He delicately took your chin and pivoted it back to him. “Look at me.”

“Look, can we talk about this back at the hotel?” You asked, but with the tone you used, you were teetering on the edge of pleading. “I’m … I’m sorry.”

“Oh, honey,” Lucifer cooed, tucking away any small pieces of hair that hung over your face. “Of course we can.”

All you could do was give Vox a weary glance before you ducked down into Lucifer’s car and disappeared in the distance.

.

The ride back had not been short of thick silences that hung in the air. Everytime you looked to him for some sort of emotion, there was nothing for you to read; his complexion was a still pond resting under the moon’s grace. Not even anger bubbled up the surface—and this is solely based on your assumption of what he must have been feeling, because he was a blank page. It’s only reasonable. 

Lucifer stopped at the newly built hazbin parking lot but didn’t pull out the key.

He looked at you expectantly, turning even his upper body to face you. 

You bit your lip.

“You don’t wanna go inside first?” A squeak of a voice was all you managed.

“I don’t want Charlie to see us upset,” Lucifer reasoned solemnly as he frowned at the floor before he returned his attentive gaze to you. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we can work it out in here.”

“I’m … ashamed, okay,” you exhaled, folding your arms over your chest as you slouched forward. “I’m in hell for a reason. I know it looks bad but I’ve known Vox since he was alive. And I still believe in Charlie’s cause! I’m doing better … you know that, right?”

“Of course, I do, sweetie,” Lucifer blurted immediately, holding your arms like he was the glue to keep you from crumbling apart. “But why did you … did you think I wasn’t going to understand if you had told me?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “Even I wouldn’t have understood if I were in your shoes. I mean, I act like a completely different person around him. And I know what Vox has done, trying to send in Sir Pentious as a spy. It’s horrible. But he wasn’t always like that. Or, maybe he was but—never with me.”

“Honey, I trust you more than just about anyone in this hell. And fuck, that’s difficult in this side of the world, right? I mean—I just … you had me thinking the worst. Well, maybe not the worst but—”

“You thought I was cheating on you, didn’t you?”

“No, never,” Lucifer denied immediately as his eyes widened but his brows furrowed. “I knew it was some kind of mistake. I know you’d never do that to me. But you know … catching up with an overlord like it’s a regular tuesday still raises a few questions if—”

“I know that. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I’m sorry,” you repeated rigidly, curling into yourself so much that your head landed on his shoulder as he still held your arms. 

Lucifer pulled back to hold your face by the cheeks, and you didn’t struggle against him as he pressed his forehead on yours, his hat tilting up to accomodate you. 

“How about a kiss and we’ll call it even?” He smiled, and you felt his warmth spread to your cheeks.

You grinned back. “Okay.”

You tilted your chin up and gave him a kiss, and both of you had sustained it longer than either of you had expected. Your hand cupped his own over your cheek. 

Your lips finally parted, but not much before you both reconnected again, then again, and the third time your mouth was a little more open—and Lucifer’s tongue slithered inside. 

Your tongue met his, and they rolled over each other every time you kissed him. A few more kisses, and suddenly you were biting his lip lightly. He chuckled.

“I can see you’re eager to make it up to me, princess,” he said in that voice he knew drove you up the wall.

“I am,” you hummed, a little more innocently than you had intended. 

“Well, what are you gonna do?” He asked, genuine curiosity brewing in a higher tone.

You slipped away from his flowerbud grasp and pulled the lever of your seat. The backrest declined all the way backwards, and you laid down comfortably while your thumb slid under your dress and hooked around something that was already mildly damp.

“I’m gonna sit back …”

You chuckled as Lucifer’s eyes followed your every movement like a moth to a lamp; he followed the way your underwear slid down your knees before you folded your legs up to your chest to fully rid yourself from the garment. You tossed your underwear in his face before he could get a good view of what he’s getting himself into. 

He shook his head in a jolt, crumpling your panties and stuffing them into his pocket anxiously. But by then you were modest again, with your dress covering your thighs but still riding up dangerously high. 

“And let you decide the rest,” you finished in a thin breath.

“Goodness, okay, woo! Okay—” Lucifer sputtered and fanned his overcoat as he averted his gaze. It didn’t last long when his gaze gravitated towards your core that had been concealed but outlined your dress.

You bit your lip. “Well?”

Lucifer’s shoulder emerged from his coat as he shrugged one side of it off, and your gaze magnetized to the view as it slipped down him like a snake traversing down a tree. 

He planted his knee on the closer edge of your seat and it didn’t take long for him to shift your legs closer together, allowing space for his knees on either side of your thighs. Though, steadying himself naturally had his chest protruding as he held onto the car ceiling for support. His muscles peeked through the folds of his dress shirt, and the same can be said with his chest under his waistcoat. But that—that was no complaint. 

He finally fell to you with only his forearms to keep him up. His eyelids sank, his gaze indecisive between your eyes and your dry lips.

He settled on neither when he ducked below your jaw and planted kisses along it before he strayed downwards. 

The spaghetti string of your dress slid down your shoulder the more your squirmed at Lucifer’s nibbles. You knew the moment he caught sight of this because he hesitated for a tenth of a second. 

He grinned. He took it between his fingers delicately and slid it down further. 

“Whoops,” he grinned. 

Glossy silicon mocked him as it peeked out from what had been peeled off you. 

“Luci, careful with that, I’ll need to put it back on later—”

Lucifer tore it off you anyway, tossing it to the back with his overcoat. “I’ll give you my coat when we go in, you’ll be fine.”

“Luci!” You laughed as he did the same with the other, your nipples stiffened from the cold air of the car. 

Lucifer sat on your pelvis, his hands traveling under your boobs to cradle them. 

You both have had sex multiple times together, and yet every time he removes undergarments off you, he enters a dazed trance like it was something new. Something to bask in the wonders of. 

He massaged your breasts gently, and it didn’t take long before he ducked down and had his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, one hand twisting and playing with the other.

A noise bubbled in your throat but you held your breath and bit your lip. Watching Lucifer hadn’t been any help; he cocked a brow at you, and a cheeky grin still made its way to the red circles on his cheeks as he quicked his tongue’s flicks against you. You gritted your teeth, a squeak making it past your lips. 

His hand abandoned the other nipple, but before you could whine in protest a new sensation rose in your lower stomach as Lucifer shifted his entire body further down.

His fingers had already been deep beneath your folds, your clit sitting pretty between as he pinched it and rubbed it in his grasp.

“Luci … fuck …”

“Atta girl,” he chuckled. Hell, you hated just how raspy his voice gets when he’s worked up. That by itself had been a leg-opener all on its own. “That’s it. Let me hear you sing.”

Your legs flinched at the jolt of pleasure his fingers brought, and Lucifer took this opportunity to lift the hem of your dress for easier access—and perhaps, a pretty view.

Every so often, he’d bring the threat of pushing his middle finger past your walls, but through the haze of pleasure, it was impossible to read his intentions when he easily could have been using your juices to lubricate his ministrations on your clit.

It had been like the wave of a wand, the way his free hand undid his tie. It dangled loose below his collar that he used to straighten out so diligently; something once so clean soon turned into a crumpled mess in your name. 

His wrist pivoted down to the buttons on his waistcoat. The faintest flick of his thumb and suddenly his waistcoat hung dead on his torso before he rubbed faster on your clit, making your squeal. 

Cold air brushed past your arousal at the sudden absence of him, and your walls throbbed against each other in response; they bruised and ached and when Lucifer turned down the brightness of the car light, it was all you could feel besides the leather your nails were sinking into.

“Luci, please …”

“Please what, honey?”

“It hurts,” you whined. You didn’t mean to, and in fact a burning sense of shame rose up to your neck and cheeks as sweat tore through the pores on your forehead but all you could do was grab his hand.

“I’m coming, daddy’s coming.”

A slow zipping sound ensued and just as quickly, the head of his erection pressed into your folds and your dripping walls pushed back from the pressure.

You moaned and grabbed Lucifer’s shoulders out of raw instinct, which brought him closer to you. 

“You want it all, princess?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” your mouth sagged numb from having to carry your writhing heart in your throat. The vulnerability of his skin on yours, the way his head was just so warm compared to the cold air earlier—your pussy throbbed once more.

 “Are you sure?”

“Please please please Luci I can’t—oh! Fuck!”

He pushed his length into you, your neck arching back as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt from where your hands hung around his neck.

Your throat clogged with the embarrassing sounds you knew you would have let out if you had no restraint left. You closed your eyes, knowing well that they were halfway to the back of your head. 

Your stomach seemed to make way for his size in you, tossing and spreading the ache to your limbs as your entire body steeled to accommodate him and the space he filled in you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

You nodded, and a hole punctured through your throat as you sighed shakily. “Yes, god—” 

“Don’t say his name,” Lucifer breathed, his hand soft on your neck as he looked at your lips then back up at you. “If you have to say someone’s name, let it be mine.”

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing your brain conjured, and the only thing you could utter when all else in there had been undone. 

Lucifer kissed your jaw. “Don’t be sorry baby.”

He took your lips in his, his forked tongue brushing past your teeth once more. “Don’t be sorry.”

It was barely considered movement when he pulled out less than half his entire length and pushed in gently, as if you were something fragile he couldn’t afford to drop. You bit your lip and hummed at how smooth he slid into you, how your juices coated him beyond what was needed. 

He pulled out quickly but reentered languidly, like a wave finding its way to shore your core clenched at the nerves that tingled in you, the bruises almost sated in what it yearned for as he thrusted again, and your heart spewed.

“Fuck, if you make a sound like that again I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself,” Lucifer panted. “You’re so pretty, it makes me tremble.”

You reached up to give him another kiss, tilting your head along with the circles spinning in it. “Do whatever you want to me. You deserve that much.”

“Yeah? Well, I want to treat you like fucking royalty. Savor every inch if you,” Lucifer hissed through his pleasure. A choked moan left you, causing Lucifer to smile. “Yeah, see? Just like that princess. Fuck, taking me so well …”

With how soft his thrusts were, pressure subsided into more liquid pleasure that sloshed over your nerves. They lit up like christmas lights in your brain as you both moved in tandem to Lucifer’s pace. 

A fire had started at your nape from the body heat that had nowhere to go, sweat dripping from your hairline and paving wavy lines of hair that caused your forehead to glisten. Your collarbones warmed up in a different way, Lucifer’s hot breath filling the space between the both of you. 

His thrusts grew anxious over time, but his hips never once hit your ass which might have scalded your stomach further; the fact that this man possessed an iron grip over his control in his strokes, he had been careful not to taint you—he only took from places he knew both of you would be enraptured in—and absolutely nothing less. 

“Honey, I can’t—” he hissed through gritted teeth as his fingers curled in your hair. His eyes wandered down to how your breasts bobbed to his strokes. He moaned your name, and if the car hadn’t been shaking from Lucifer’s rutting, it shook from the way he proclaimed your name and dropped his head like he was bowing to a god. “Holding me so tight—you worried I’m gonna let go, sweetie?”

“No—ngh! You just feel so good I c-can’t!” You yelped in time with each thrust that followed. “Luci, I—fuck!”

His head perked up, just like the bundle of nerves in that oh-so familiar spot. An old friend. 

Lucifer gave a determined grin, sweat trickling down his cheek as he paused to wipe it away. 

“Well, hello,” he greeted in a low sultry voice.

He resumed fucking you, but this time he had you screaming his name as his length rubbed up against that spot your body purred to. You shivered and your walls clenched, causing Lucifer to falter.

“F-Fuck, that’s it, good girl,” he grunted in between controlled thrusts that had your gut squeezing. He never once missed. 

When your walls fluttered, Lucifer chuffed through his teeth and through the fog of your satisfaction, you indulged in the smell of cotton candy sweat. 

“You’re close, princess, so close, I can feel it.”

You gritted your teeth with whatever strength you had left, even your hands had begun to slip from Lucifer’s shoulders. 

 “You?” Was all you could manage. 

“Me? Baby, seeing you like this has me fucked out,” Lucifer huffed. “Shit!”

You squeezed his shoulders before he could pull out.

“In me, Luci!”

He froze, shaking his head to wave away his own daze to focus on you, the things your … request entailed. 

“Darling, I don’t have a condom on,” he whispered as the inner corners of his brow quivered. 

“You’d make beautiful fucking babies, Luci—I wanna carry them.” Your voice had been obliterated from the sounds Lucifer had fucked out of you. Wispy breaths was what it had become—but the red in your cheeks and your weakened yet felicious state made Lucifer smile.

“You’re not thinking straight,” he said your name and it was nearly enough to get you back down from the clouds. “C’mon, honey …”

“Luci …” you whined. “You’re so goddamn hot when you’re being responsible …”

“Yeah?” He laughed softly, cradling your cheek in his hand. 

“Yeah …”

“Let’s finish you up, okay?” He reached up to kiss your forehead but you squeaked from the fact that his length slid deep into you in the process. “Ah, sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” you quoted him from last time, and his surprise melted into a warm smile instead. “Please fuck me.”

“As you wish.”

You screamed brokenly as he continued his ruthless pace from before, and he remembered the exact angle to hit. Your nerves were about ready to jump out from your body as you skyrocketed back into the clouds, your orgasm coming sooner than you could warn him. 

“Cumming!” He gritted through his teeth as his horns shot up from his head and you both came together with Lucifer’s cum hitting your dress instead.

Your head hung off the car seat’s headrest. Sweat shimmered on the leather you laid on, and your legs trembled from how long they’d been held at the same position. The only thing you two shared now was open-mouth breaths. You thought of moving, but your muscles were well past its limit to even be lifted.

Lucifer twisted around to grab tissues from the passenger seat compartment. In just a few seconds, he wiped out most of the evidence of himself on your dress. By this time, his horns were long gone and his eyes had returned back to its original form.

“Fuck … I didn’t think this through …” Lucifer grumbled to himself as he hit his temple with his palm. He ran his fingers through his hair before he mustered a weak smile for you. “Wait here, I’ll grab your clothes from your room.”

You exhaled audibly as he vanished with a swirl of sparkling red smoke. 

A few breaths of silence by yourself wasn’t ideal, especially when you felt the whine and ache of your limbs in the fact that you were as good as scattered leaves across autumn grass. 

Just then, your phone buzzed from the cupholder.

You winced as you bent to take it.

Brat >:)

you better not be fucking him right now i swear to FUCKING GOD [ 13:06 ]

you disappear for years and suddenly you’re back and you’re telling me YOU’RE DISAPPEARING AGAIN?&2$:$$3;: FUCKING [ 13:05 ]

HELLO? THE FUCK [ 12 :57 ]

i’m not gonna let even the king of hell himself keep you from me [ 12:16 ]

because i am not done with you yet [ 12:15 ]

bitch you better show me whatever the fuck you wanted to show me earlier before daddy decided to whisk you away like some fucking fairy tale prince [ 12:15 ]

You chuckled as you swiped the notification.

You [ 13:06 ] : bitch you know the dick is good cmon now

Vox [ 13:06 ] : i mean this in the most platonic and murderous way possible, i will fuck you myself if that’ll get you to ACTUALLY BE A FRIEND AND VISIT ME INSTEAD OF DISAPPEARING FOR YEARS

Vox [ 13:06 ] : i already have to deal with the heartbreak of al

Vox [ 13:06 ] : ykw doesn’t matter THE POINT IS THAT YOU ARE THE SHITTIEST FUCKING FRIEND AND I MISS YOU IS THAT NOT REASON ENOUGH

You [ 13:07 ] : okay, okay, how about this sunday then lmaoo

Vox [ 13:07 ] : you better fucking believe i’ll be blowing a fucking hole through that radio prick’s hotel just to pick you the fuck up asshole

You [ 13:07 ] : if i didn’t know any better vicky i would have assumed you’re actually coming to pick alastor up HAHAHAHAAHAHAH

Vox : ( typing … )

Your phone levitated out of your hands and when you followed where it zipped off to—

“Luci!” You sprung up from the declined backrest in surprise.

Lucifer squinted at your phone as he swiped his thumb down on your screen.

“First of all, I’m honored that you’re telling people how well I pleasure you. Second of all,” Lucifer paused, leaning into you as he used his free arm to hold himself up to you. “Vox is in a world of hurt if he thinks I’m gonna let him lay a finger on you.”

“Yeah?” You copied the way Lucifer says it and watched as his face reddened.

You noticed your spare clothes on his lap and you lifted the dress over your head and discarded it on the floor of the backseat. 

You held out your hand for Lucifer to hand you your clothes.

He simply looked at your hand, then back at your naked body, then back at your hand as took it in his own.

You laughed. Hard.

“What—what’s happening why’re you—”

“The clothes, baby!” 

“Oh—Oh! Right! Shit!” He finally handed you an oversized shirt, fresh underwear and a pair of shorts you used to at-home wear. “I thought you were asking for another round or something, holy shit—”

“I mean …” you smirked. 

“Honey …” Lucifer warned, as if trying to keep a predator from attacking. 

“Oh? You don’t wanna? My bad,” you replied innocently. “I was just wondering if Vox was free tonight—”

“I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me but honey …” Lucifer trailed off as he flipped your phone and shoved it into his back pocket. 

He crossed over to your seat once more and pinned you back down where you once were, one knee pressed on the side of your seat as his hands ended up on either side of your neck.

“I hate to remind you that I am the fucking devil,” his voice dripped with a poison much worse than what you’ve heard from Alastor’s static. His horns hadn’t sprouted out yet but with his eyes aching red, it wasn’t too far from reappearing. “And if you love me as much as I love you then there is no goddamn way in this realm I am sharing you with anyone else let alone some overlord who thinks Alexander is worth anyone’s fucking time.”

“It’s Alastor and—” you paused, combing through your hair idly. “Luci, Vox is only a friend from the living world—“

“A friend who thinks he can fuck you.”

“He’s in hell for a reason.” You crossed your arms.

Lucifer sighed and closed his eyes, the red dissipating from them once they reopened. 

“Listen, honey, I—” Lucifer’s gaze lifted away from you for a moment, almost like he’d been overwhelmed with the words clogged in his throat. “You’re someone I can’t afford to … mess up … again. And I know that means simply letting you be. But also, I’ve just—I’ve lost so much, and I only just got Charlie back so I …”

You lifted your arm as your hand fell on his cheek, your thumb softly stroking him back and forth. 

He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he placed his hand on yours. 

“I know Vox is just a friend. And I know it’s insane to think I’ll lose you to him, but … at the end of the day, this is hell. He still mocks the very thing we’re trying to achieve and I get that you’re not like that and that you’re not easily manipulated but I just …”

“Luci …” you muttered. You sat up and kissed him chastely on the cheek. 

“I think about losing you a lot. I think about it to an irrational degree. So it’s not actually something you can fix. It’s something I have to do on my own.”

“Even if that’s true, I can still do my best to be with you and make sure you feel loved everyday. I really was a dick today, I had no idea you were … I’m s—”

“It’s okay. We …” Lucifer chuckled weakly. “We made up, remember?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Luci … you know I love you, right?”

“Like the sun loves the moon,” Lucifer said. 

And you knew where it came from, maybe not its exact whereabouts but just how deep it was embedded to him, that statement; he himself had witnessed the creation of the sun and the moon. He knew the tides the two shared, the way their yearning for each other’s pull had been the natural way of things, the only way the people could ever experience day like they do night.

I know you love me because we love like its fate.

.

You and Lucifer walked into the hotel, your back slouched with Lucifer’s overcoat hanging over your shoulders as you folded your arms beneath them. 

“Hey Charlie,” Lucifer greeted, and he told her daughter who was already making her way to you that you weren’t feeling well and that you needed rest. Of course, Charlie nodded and resumed her activities with her other friends. 

You retired to Lucifer’s room, the left side of the bed while he took the right.

“I love you,” your chest exhausted what it had been used to holding for him, until you saw him.

“I love you, too,” Lucifer hummed back, a sigh escaping him like cherry blossoms in the wind. 

“I love you for the soul you are beneath your bones.”

[sunstone-smiles]

Sneak attack!

A Vicky approved method for relieving stress

(Close-ups of the two drawings below!)

The arrow pointing to Vox says, "Stressed about work." The words above Vicky's head say, "*Being sneaky*"

[fanofstuff02]

Ok so, we all know that Vox and Alastor were friends and Vox wanted Alastor to join the Vees but he refused, right?

When I learned about this, I had a little idea in my mind…

Vox: So Al, you’ve been around us alot these times, and I’ve discussed it with the others. I think you can join us.

Alastor: Oh. Good. Glad to-

Vox: But there is one problem.

Alastor: What?

Vox: Your name. You should change it.

Alastor: Why?

Vox: What do you think would happen if “The Vees” had a member whose name begins with A? No no no no, our brand name would be ruined. You should make it something with V. Like… Vincent? Or Vicky?

Alastor: …

Alastor: Goodbye

Vox: WAIT-

And then it ended up with their fight.

[thisreputable]

no one can convince me otherwise that the song that plays whatever soap enters a room isn't boy is a bottom by willam, detox, and vicky vox. that man has bottom bitch written all over his forehead. he was born to have all his holes stuffed with ghost's dick, to get properly bred until it takes. i'm ready to throw hands over this

[mikey-soft]

more hcs pwesae?

well..... if you insist..,,, since youre not specifying this will be alastor-centered LMFAO and maybe some others if i can think of them (and ofc my ver(?) of hazbin hotel) AND SORRY this will be a ramble-y mess - alastor enjoys breaking down birds (like you would a chicken) but then Not doing anything with them. after vicky (vaggie rename drop!) got on his case 500 times he finally promised he will cook a meal using every bird he breaks down - on the cooking note: alastor is a great cook! he doesn't like cooking for others much and his own meals are hardly ever cooked, but every here and there he will utilize the kitchen ! - his teeth are made of glass! no you cannot break this glass!! at least not without getting hurt !!!!!!!!! - his skin feels like felt! - i think everyone hcs this but after his antlers shed he does eat the velvet and everyone hates it (which is why he does it) - alastor doesn't sleep, instead he "turns off". he only does this to recover or recalibrate his signal and never for longer than two hours at a time. this is the only time his connection can be unplugged from his neck. - he doesnt necessarily have a Big problem with vox, but what he does have an issue with is the Blue Light. his ass needs a bedtime mode!!!!! - another Vox Issue he has is the fact that once they stopped being "friends" (friends used oh-so lightly), their signals would seriously intercept and screw them both up ,, its like a mind scramble - very sensitive to the signals of higher tech and has a lot of physical trouble interacting with it. he's able to gain control of smaller devices like smartphones, modern cameras, etc, but televisions, monitors, and the like interfere too hard !! put a vr headset on his head and he dies. - his cannibalism actually derived from a form of torture! in life, alastor was a Serious vegan. hell decided to give him a little craving and he said fuck you and just rolled with it !!! committing to the bit rn - during the alcohol prohibition of the 20's, alastor actually was prescribed "medicinal alcohol" for his "mental distress", as his doctor described

okay stopping myself before i go INSANE !! if you want to know specific things or scenarios PLEASE flood my inbox i love those

[yingyue-draws]

My incredibox OCs assemble! Here's their profile:

Vox Huffer

Age: 18

Bday:18/8

Height:170cm

weight: 59kg

Personality: Smart and Gentle, but he can also be funny sometimes

Occupation: Student

Likes:

Books, Music, teatime

Dislikes:

Violence, caught cold, flies

About:

Vox is the youngest child in his family of his older brother, Val, and his twin older sister, Vicky. Vox has liked anything about literature since he was small. His dream job is to become a writer in the future.

Chip Parker

Age: 15

Bday:14/6

Height: 157cm

Weight: 54kg

Personality: Bright, Active, as naughty as a kid

Occupation: Student

Likes:

music remix, video games, Indian music, hamster, sports

Dislikes:

bell peppers, math, exams

About:

Chip Parker is Vox’s childhood friend and BFF in Vox’s school. He is also Vox’s neighbor. Sometimes he will go to Vox’s home and playvideo games with him. Vox sometimes goes to his house and helps with his homework.

Bam Li Dong–Sun

Age:17

Bday: 18/6

Height: 160cm

Weight: 54kg

Personality: Rash, and impatient, but he can be kind to his granny

Occupation: Student

Likes:

Kimchi and Tteik-bokki made by his granny, Horror movies, sports

Dislike:

Tested by Chip, making his granny worried, romantic movies

About:

Bam Li is one of the members of Vox's football team. His house is in front of Vox’s and he he will go to his house and practice football with him.

Dee Smith

Age:18

Bday: 17/8

Height: 175 cm

Weight: 59kg

Personality: Gentle, mellow, but sometimes he will be a bit presumptuous and forgetful

Occupation: Student

Likes:

Classical music, Red tea, books

Dislikes:

Beers, noisy, mosquito

About:

Dee Smith is living in the same household with Bam Li. And he is one of Vox’s BFFs, just like Chip! Since he and Vox almost have the same interests, they always met together and chatted about music and books.

(Sorry for writing Bam's bio too short because I don't know what to write about them rn...)

I hope you like them! Next time will introduce Vox 's brother and sister and Vox and Chip's gf:)

[speaksleazy]

⚠︎ ⟮ NPTs ⟯ ... Murder_drones.mp3 ⟩ Uzi Doorman

﹫ ❲ Requested by anonymous ❳

「 NAMES 」

Uzi¹, Uziel / Uzielle², Suzie / Suzi / Suzy, Ooze / Oozie, Yuri³, Uri, Nuri, Ezra, AK-47¹, M16¹, Bayonette¹, Shrapnelle, Railgunne, Cora, Blaidd, Vex / Vox, Crow, Corvid / Corvidae, Wolf / Wolfe / Wulf, Darknesse, Zomb / Zombie / Zombi, Avery, Jessi, Edgie, Nightcora / Nightcorie, Luna, Glitch, Vicky / Vickie, Mirrorre, Shatterre, Shard, Seventeen / 17 / 017, Darkexwolf, Synth, Misfortune, Six, Asher, Hexa, Batty, Renegade, Knives, Rave, Raven / Ravenne, Magnette, Maggie, Redacted / [REDACTED], Kandii, Axel / Axelle, Sid / Sidney, Jude, Terezi⁴, Vriska⁴, Ziggy, Angst / Angsty / Angstie, Yvonne, Nori, Mayday

¹ After firearms and weaponry. ² Hebrew. ³ Japanese. ⁴ After the characters from Homestuck.

「 PRONOUNS 」

Sh3/H3r, Crow/Crows, Caw/Caws, Sh_/H_r, Shx/Hxr, Dare/Dares, H_/H_m, Void/Voids, Shred/Shreds, H3/H1m, Rot/Rotz, Hx/Hxm, Th_y/Th_m, Violet/Violets, Glare/Glares, Blade/Blades, Th3y/Th3m, Xe/Xem, Rail/Gun, Shatter/Shard, Murder/Murders, Kandi/Kandis, Glitch/Glitches, ✘/✘s, :3/:3s, >:3/>:3s, !!/!!s, ?!/?!s, XD/XDs, ★/★s, ×/×s, ☠/☠s, 🧷/🧷s, 👾/👾s

「 TITLES 」

( Prn ) who shatters mirrors with ( prn ) gaze, ( Prn ) who walks among murder / disassembly drones, ( Prn ) with a purple / violet stare / glare, ( Prn ) with a kickass railgun, Darkxwolf17, ( Prn ) corvid form, ( Prn ) zombie / undead form, The coolest / sickest / angstiest worker drone, The daughter / son / child of Nori, ( Prn ) who is infected with absoluteSolver, ( Prn ) who is made of stainless steel

[seas-storyarchive]

Request

[[MORE]]

What if velvette barged into the hotel to ask for forgiveness from the 2? She is low-key worried about Alastor saying stuff like “Are you ok?!” “Are you breathing” Everyone is confused bc… it's velvette… Vox’s business partner and Velvette just screaming apologizes for leaving. (you can make it angst with a happy end, and add Rosie, Alastor and maybe Velvette explaining what happened???)

--

Everyone was watching Al, at the bar, like a pack of hawks. Stubborn fuck wasn't even supposed to be walking around, but Rosie just HAD to enable him.

"Why da fuq do you enable his fucked up mind?" Angel asked Rosie, who was sitting next to him at the end of the bar.

Rosie hummed into her tea cup. "He's too cute to say no to when he's injured."

"Well, whatever you-"

The door burst open, and in rushed - Velvette. Velvette!? What the hell! Hang on, was she crying? Going right for Alastor. Who was.. smiling? Oh wait, he smiled regardless and.. the crying was new.

"What were you thinking!?" Velvette stomped over, feeling like that five year old who scolded her dad for moving her pictures from the coffee table to the fridge because she hadn't finished them.

She put her hands on the sides of his head, tears rolling down her face. "Are you okay?! Are you breathing alright?"

Alastor said nothing, probably in pain, as he wrapped his arms around Velvette- what what what!?!?!?!

"Mom! He's not answering!" Velvette turning her head ala Alastor and addressing Rosie that way nearly took everyone out. Like, holy unholy shit.

"Oh Vicky.." Rosie had gotten up and walked to them, wrapping her arms around Velvette. "Darling.."

Still too shocked to move, everyone watched as Alastor hugged the pair - trapping Velvette between them. And then, Velvette started to sob.

"I'm so sorry I left! I just- I-" she kept getting cut off by her own sobs and shame and fear.

"Oh baby.." Rosie kissed the crown of her head. "Your father and I forgave you a long time ago."

Alastor kissed Velvette's forehead, "there is nothing to forgive, little doll. All is right."

"What the fuck is going on here?" Oh, there's Lucifer! Walking down the stairs with a new rubber duck to show everyone. Looking at the display.

This brought everyone back to their senses.

"What the fuq is going on!?" Angel asked, pulling his tommy gun out.

"If you make any attempt to attack my daughter, I'll add your screams to my broadcast." Alastor promised with a snarl.

Still didn't clear up anything.

"Well, I suppose the cat's out of the bag." Rosie said, looking about the room. "I suppose we can answer your questions." They had no choice.

"How." Charlie gestured to all of them as Rose let go of hug to move beside Alastor to keep in contact with Alastor and Velvette.

"Well, since all Sinners who come down to Hell are made infertile. Alastor and I-"

"We wanted a child." Alastor explained. "And so we performed a voodoo ritual. Taking parts of our souls and putting them into a voodoo doll."

"Yeah, me, bitches." Velvette turned her head around to look at the group.

Oh.. oh okay..

"So, um.."

"She's a member of the Vees! She works with Vox and Valentino!" Vaggie summoned her spear.

"Vagatha, I swear to my mother, that if you dare-"

"Stop. Stop." Rosie pinched the spot between her eyes. "Al, calm down."

"Dad, I don't need you to protect me."

"Victoria, sweetheart.."

"You'll need protection FROM me!" Victoria jabbed his nose angrily. "What in the name of grandma were you thinking!?"

"I had to protect the hotel, Victoria. These are my chums and-"

"I watched you almost die!"

"Look, darling-"

"What about how I feel about this- hell, what about MOM!?" Velvette gestured wildly to Rosie as she screamed at Alastor.

"Oh, trust me, I already gave him an earful." Rosie said to her daughter, before looking at the hotel crew.

"So.. she's your daughter.." Angel said, lowering his gun, watching the father and daughter in a yelling and talking match.

Rosie nodded with pride. "Yes."

"I see it." Lucifer said. "I just never expected Antlers to be a girl dad."

Without looking, Velvette flipped off Lucifer while still yelling at her dad. The red man did grin at this.

"So, um.. why exactly.." Charlie tried to ask, before Husk cut her off.

"The fuck is she working for the Vees?"

"I wanted to strike out on my own in fashion, and I joined Vox and Valentino because they needed someone who knows, well, modern fashion." Velvette said as she gestured to her parents.

"Hey.." Rosie and Alastor gave her matching smirks, and she matched them.

"Why do you stay?" Vaggie asked her, getting three sets of eyes on her. "With the Vees?"

"I won't let them hurt my models." Velvette said seriously as she looked to the Hotel crew. "They work for me, not them. And I can't quit now, I made a deal."

"Aww, spoken just like your father!" Rosie cooed with a happy smile.

"Greeeeat. There's two of them." Lucifer said, getting a double flip off from Alastor and Velvette.

"So, what was it like, growing up with Smiles and Grinny as parents?" Angel asked.

"Wonderful." Velvette said with a smile. "The best parents anyone could ask for."

--

As the day full of awkward small talk and memories gave way to evening, Velvette decided to leave.

"I have to go." She stood up, getting a hug from her parents and hugging them back. She looked to the members of the hotel, "I know you don't owe me anything, but make they don't do anything stupid. Especially this one." She jabbed Alastor in the cheek.

"Sure thing, Velvette." Charlie said with a smile.

"Bah, Velvette is a member of the Vees, she doesn't know anything that happened today." The woman rolled her eyes.

"Right, Victoria." Vaggie said with a smile, liking the moxie on this woman.

"Stay safe, darling." Rosie gave her daughter another hug, and a kiss to the temple.

"Mom." The woman smiled up at her mother's affections, returning them, before letting go.

"Give us a show, you hear me?" Alastor said with a smile, hugging Vel- Victoria. His sweet little Tori, who would ride on his shoulders while clinging to his antlers (the reason he kept them so small, even to this day). "You got all the best parts of your mother and the worst parts of me, so give us all one hell of a ride."

"You know it." The woman laughed as she hugged her father, getting a kiss on the crown of her head beside where her mother kissed.

When the two let go, and the "backbone of the Vees" left far out of even Alastor's sight, the cannibals turned back inside to see the rest of the hotel crew looking at them.

"So, you're a girl-dad?" Lucifer asked.

"What?" Alastor asked the king, not getting it.

"I mean, a dad who had a girl." Lucifer said, trying to think.

"Oh, yes."

"So, that voodoo thing? Where you combine souls?" Vaggie asked, genuinely curious. "I've never heard of it, Heaven and it's keeping quiet on many religions and all."

"Oh! Well, it's a bit of a process - both actually performing it as well as waiting for it to work. It will take a few hours at maximum to see if it actually worked." Alastor said with a smile. "But, it did for us."

"She was so tiny." Rosie said, moving her hands to show how small their daughter had been. "In order to not lose her, I had to sew pockets into our clothes to carry her around until she was about two."

"I kept a few of those jackets. I use them to carry around Niffty some times." Alastor said with a smile. "In fact.." he opened his jacket, to reveal a pocket.

"Yes!" Niffty scrambled up Alastor to get in to the pocket, laughing as she popped her head out thus making everyone laugh.

[kiwiplaetzchen]

There are plenty of songs I can send you that remind me of you, half of those are Christmas songs cause I feel like you love Christmas? Just a hunch. Those are just a few but all the others are no less important! Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, @lil-grem-draws ! 💚 I shall not hug you 😩 but I will give you a few songs that make me think of you 😏

[ask-sebastian]

Happy New Year to everyone I've met in this beautiful fandom, everyone who made me wheeze and helped to get through the hardest times. I AM LOOKING AT YOU, YOU ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I LOVE YOU!!! Honestly my most most most favourite rp group in existence!

Pretty much all the new songs I've heard in 2023 are on my playlist now because of everyone here participating in the Musical Owls 😌 A lot of the oldies have been revisited as well 👻 And a lot of the naughties sneaked their way in, too 🤭

Have just a few songs that come to mind! I do hope some of you recognize your direct influence 😏🤭🎇🍾🕛🥳🎉🎊

We raise our glasses to you, Lily of our hearts. For everything you do and all that you are.