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Hey, I'd love a Hazbin request assuming your requests are still open, I'm feeling Charlie x male! reader NSFW with some romance. Reader is comforting her and trying to help her relax (perhaps a backrub and some neck kisses) or distract her with something fun. Either way it doesn't take long for things to get heated. I'd love to see her as the dominant one and not afraid to take control (reader would definitely consent if she asks).

"Relax." -- Charlie.

------- Summary: You find a more effective way to help Charlie wind down a bit. Pairing: Charlie Morningstar x MALE! Reader Warnings: NSFW, Top/Dom Charlie, Bottom/Sub Reader, Implied...panty...things...giggle.., Jokes of Charlie not being able to get pregnant (Interpret that how you like). Enjoy. -------

It didn’t take much to stress your girlfriend out. She was constantly running around, advertising, networking, pushing aside the rudeness of Hell’s people in order to achieve her dreams in helping those same people who hurt her -- to be better people. You admired that in her, but you also didn’t understand it. You sometimes judge a book by its cover, but you also read people before speaking to them. You understood when someone just simply couldn’t change their views to become a better person, so you’d leave it alone. Not seeing it as your problem. Charlie had seen everyone's problems as her own. Which is, in your opinion, her biggest flaw. As much as you’d want to tell her that, you didn’t want to crush her happy dreams. You loved her, adored her, she never failed to cheer you up. Truthfully, anything is possible, so maybe you’d be wrong about a person and she had the ability to help them see the better. She never failed to impress you, so you decided to stop sticking to your negative opinions so much and have a more open mind. Which you could tell she appreciated. So there she was, pacing around your shared room as she tugged on her hair, explaining to you how she needs to bring in more people to the Hotel, how advertising was barely working and people were turned off by the idea of the Hotel. In moments like these, people tend to only look at the negatives in their projects. So you learned to focus her attention back on the positives. “You have many of the Cannibals here.” You smile, sitting down on your guys’ bed as you tapped the spot next to you. She seemed to ignore your offer to sit down and continued to pace around. “I can’t just have Cannibals here! I need more people, more different kinds of people! Why doesn’t anyone want to do better?!” Charlie groans, you could see her horns beginning to grow out of her head the more stressed out she became. “You can’t control everyone's thought process, Char.” You say calmly, standing up to take her hand and lead her to sit on the bed. She continues to ramble, you nod and listen to her, trying to be as understanding as possible. From what you heard and understood, women would rather have you listen to them and sympathize with their issues rather than try and fix them. She had shut up, talking seemed to be too much for her. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute, and her brain didn’t have enough time to continue talking. You sign, setting a hand on her back and rubbing it gently, reminding her of the safe area she was in. “Everything will come to you eventually, honey. I promise.” You say, trying to keep your voice as soothing as possible. “You just need to be patient, it sucks, but you just have to.” You were wondering if you were saying the right things. You continued to rub her back, also hoping that you were helping and not irritating her even more. Watching her expressions, you can see her calming down.

You lean in, kissing her cheek. You feel her face shift, figuring it’s a smile. She turns to face you, her stressed out expression dropped the moment she met with your eyes. Charlie leaned in, bringing her hands to your cheeks to pull you in for a loving kiss. You set a hand on her thigh, scooting closer to her to deepen the kiss. She begins to lay all her wait upon you, making you two fall together with her on top of you. Your legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer to you. “My love.” You mumble into her lips, she replies with a quiet moan. You chuckle and pull her away, “Go further? To relax?” You question, knowing the answer but still wanting to ask anyway. She nods her head eagerly, needing to feel something different and notably pleasurable. Charlie sits back, practically ripping her clothes off her body and tossing them somewhere onto the floor. She’s left in a black bra and her suit pants, you adore the sight above you, caressing her now exposed sides. “So soft.” You smile, bringing your hands down to her pants and unbuckling what needs to be, helping her shift and move to get the pants onto the floor where they belong. Charlie whines, setting her hands on your clothed chest. “Ugh, fuck, M/n -- I need you, please. Please, baby.” She begged, arching her back and spreading her legs far from each other. “More than air,” She panted. “C’mon, take this off..”

You grasp at her hips, muffling a groan into her neck. You feel her hands tare at your clothes -- realizing that you were getting too fucking hot to even strip tease. You finally toss your clothes to the floor, leaving you bare against her -- hard, and bare. Charlie sets her lower half down on your crotch, grinding her body against yours. You could feel how soaked she was against your boxers. That restriction wasn’t helping the little amount of self control you had. She continued to work her hips against your upsettingly hard cock, letting out little whines and moans as she did so. A moan escaped you as well, “Here baby,” You say, gently holding her hair and removing the restricted tie from it, allowing her hair to fall free. She sighed, not realizing how much the band had irritated her before, “M/n.” Charlie said flatly. “Inside, need you, inside.” She huffed, digging her nails into your waist. You chuckle nervously, nodding. “Yes ma’am.” You say jokingly, removing your boxers and allowing your cock to stand up proud and free. She giggled at your comment and removed her black panties, not throwing them on the floor but putting them on the bed for you to later reach. How sweet of her, you thought. She lined herself up with you, but you stopped her. She looked at you confused, “No lube? No condom?” You both stared at each other, then busted out laughing. “You’re funny, M/n.” She says, as you continue to laugh -- you're abruptly cut off by the mass pleasure of her slamming herself onto you with no warning. You shout, covering your mouth mid way. You let out another loud moan after as she lifts her hips up and slams them back down with the same force, clearly taking no mercy on you and using you how she pleases. Charlie giggled at your fucked up expression, then began to pay attention to the feeling of you inside of her -- making her weak. Her mouth hung open, allowing any noises to fall out at any pitch. You couldn’t even admire how beautiful she looked, only how tight she was around you and how fast she was moving her hips. “Fuck-- C-Char -- slow-- slow d-down..!” You whine, muffled due to your hand. She ignores you, throwing her head back as she abuses the fuck out of your pathetic cock. You could feel yourself coming close, but it wasn’t built up, it was coming close, and fast like a fucking train. You could tell she was close too by the disgraceful noises she was making. You grab her waist, digging your nails deep into them and arching your back. You screamed, cumming deep inside of her -- and with her. Both of your voices began to lower, your grip on her release as you dropped your hands onto the bed sheets. She groaned, her body wanted to fall back, you quickly grabbed her and held her up straight. You both chuckled lightly as you pulled her close to you, still inside her. “You okay?” You ask, rubbing her back again. She hums and nods a bit, digging her face into your neck.  “..do you feel any better?” You ask once again, hesitantly because you knew she was tired and just wanted to pass out. Charlie whispers a ‘yes’, kissing your neck gently and allowing sleep to take her away for a few hours. You were glad you could help her relax.

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Sneak Peak

Guys, I promise I'm not dead I'm just getting a writers block HEEEELPPPPPP can y'all guess who this is? teehee

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Widow's Knights: Can I get a fic of Widowmaker and Male Reader confessing their love for each other?

"Mon Coeur." -- Widowmaker.

------- Summary: Widowmaker finds herself falling in love once again. Pairing: Widowmaker x MALE! Reader Warnings: None. Enjoy. -------

You knew how Widowmaker was, she was cold, stern, closed off, and a dangerous woman. You weren’t threatened by her, but you’d never tell her that. She’d probably try to find some way to make you afraid of her -- which wasn’t what you wanted. You found yourself drawn to her, of course every man did. Even women. She was definitely easy on the eyes, a beautiful woman. You always found ways to help her, service her in any way she needed, you made sure she was never irritated, never bothered, and if she was you were there to help and attempt to fix the problem. She knew what you were doing, though she didn't understand where your kindness stood. She knew you were attracted to her, she wasn’t stupid. Though you weren’t acting like all you were doing for her was to get into her pants. She had grown to respect you for that, respect that you had fallen in love. Widowmaker chose to forget about love when her husband had passed away, to never bring another man or woman close to her again. To never hurt someone she’d grown to care about. What she had forgotten during this time was that love was uncontrollable, and she had no way of denying the feelings she had grown for you. She didn’t want to betray her husband, more than she already had. Oh, what was she to do? Her first thought was to go to you. Attempt to get your thoughts on her situation by being as subtle as she could, she was a great liar, and you were a little dense. She found that cute though. Widowmaker made her way into your lab, finding you hunched over your work, locked in. She slapped the back of your head, knocking you out of your trance as you whipped your head around to meet her. “Widow! Sorry, hi.” You smile widely, dropping the tools and pencil you had in your hands. “I have a question.” She said simply, ignoring your kind hello. You nodded, looking up at her curiously. “Have you ever fallen in love?” She asks, her accent cutting through her sentence. She moved to sit on your desk and your papers. You shifted, giving her room to do as she pleased. You hummed, scratching the back of your neck and leaning back in your chair. “Yeah, I have. Not many times though.” You reply, thinking of your past relationships. She hummed as well, looking away from you. “Recently?” She had seemed to be veering off from her own questions and attempting to get into your head. You hummed, “Maybe.” You had attempted to be sly and tease the question without any harm, but she seemed upset by that answer. “Yes or no, do not leave a woman to question.” Widowmaker snarls, pressing her heel against your chest. You tense up and grasp her ankle, “Sorry. ..Yes, I have.” You reply quietly. She analyzes your expression, your body language, before making a conclusion on what to say next. “I believe I have as well.” Your eyes are wide, looking up at her with a shocked look. Her heel, still resting on your chest with less force now. “Man or woman?” You ask in a whisper, still shocked that she’d allow you to know of that internal feeling.

“Man.” She replies simply, the eye contact was suspenseful. Frankly, it was terrifying. You wondered if this was her idea of a sick joke, she’s tried to pull those on you a few times but it either left you wounded or tangled in webs. “Do I…know him..?” You ask another question, wondering how far you could go with these questions before she leaves the room. “You do.” She nods, lowering her foot so her body sits on your desk in front of you. Her long hair rested on her shoulder, her hands propping herself up on the edge of the table so her posture was perfect. You kept quiet for a little too long and she grew impatient with you. “Are you not going to continue asking me questions?” She asked, leaning close to your face. You made a small surprised noise before clearing your throat and speaking. “I was thinking of some.” You finish, realizing how thick the air was. “You don’t like any of the men you work with.” You mumble, fidgeting with your fingers that sat on your lap. “Not true.” You make eye contact with her for a second, before looking away and leaning back in your chair to sweep away your tense shoulders. “Except me.” You say, loud enough so she could hear. Widowmaker leans back, setting one hand in her lap. She had a small smile on, a proud look on her face. “Which means…” You begin once again, your face flushing red as you continue your sentence. “That you…love me?” You had meant to say that as more of a concluding statement, but it came out as a question because you genuinely didn't believe it, you were waiting for an actual twisted punch line of hers. “Why are you so surprised that I love you?” She asks, the sound of an offended French woman behind the sentence. “You don’t even like anyone!” You throw your hands up in defense, your face seemingly still red because your flustered reaction seemed to make Widowmaker giggle at you. “I learned recently that I enjoy your company. I can imagine myself with you years down the line, despite my past.” She pushes your chair back slightly so she can stand in front of you. “You are not judgmental when my ugliness shows.” Without thinking, you respond, “There is no ugliness to judge.” Widowmaker gives you a look, as if to prove the point of her previous comment. “It’s true.” You defend yourself once again. “When I am vulnerable, you don’t take advantage of me.” “I would never, but that’s just how everyone should treat you.” “But, they do not.” “Unfortunately.” “And because of that, I find that to be a treasure, especially in a man.” You process her words for a minute, looking down at your lap. You then look up at her, “I doubt I’d be as great as your husband.” You whisper. “You’d deserve better.” You attempt to stand up from your chair, planning on walking out before the spider slams your hands down on the chair arm rests, glaring at you in a threatening manner. “You are not my husband. But you remind me of him, he was special in his own way, and so are you.” Her grip on your wrists became tighter, her body stood between your legs. “If you speak ill of yourself in any such way again, I’ll make sure to cut off your tongue, so you won’t ever speak again.” You gulp, thinking of a response. “You like when I talk.” You chuckle, your eyes gone lidded. Widowmaker's facial expression shifts from anger to a grin. “I do.” She whispers, loosening the grip on your wrists and gently holding your face up with one hand. She tilts your head to the left, leaning in to kiss your right cheek. You let out a satisfied hum, something in you finally melting. A feeling built up that finally had released and spread its way into the person your heart chose. “I love you too.”

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Dude, I gotta stop writing fanfiction late cause I get so fucking tired and leave it till tmr :pensive: sorry for the slow progress I'll get everything out soon :sobbing:

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Could you do one with Cherri please and I'd like it to be nsfw?

"Pop my Cherri." -- Cherribomb.

------- Summary: You hook up with Cherri, giving her an actual enjoyable experience. Pairing: Cherribomb x MALE! Reader Warnings: NSFW. Enjoy. --------

Unlike your two close friends, you heavily disliked clubs. They were loud, crowded, and filled you with anxiety. Your friends, Angel and Cherri loved to go clubbing. They always brought you along because they wanted you to feel the excitement they felt, dancing with a bunch of strangers. You were a decent opposite from them both, especially Cherri. Every time she’d get approached, she’d handle it well -- either taking them into another room for the night or yelling at them for thinking they could even have a chance with her. Which you honestly respected, she wasn’t a push over. Angel on the other hand, fucked whoever, it was unfortunately in his nature. It was all he knew, and you knew that. You never judged him, especially knowing his situation. You’d see that Angel had made his place with multiple men around him at a table, giggling at all of the attention. You scanned the area, looking for where Cherri had gone. You turn around, greeted with a large cyclops eye. You spit out your water, falling back in your chair with a ‘thump!’. “The fuck, Cher!” You exclaim, rubbing your head. “Your eye still freaks me the fuck out sometimes.” You whine, standing up and sitting back in your chair. Cherri giggled, wiping the water you spat off her face with a towel that was beside her. “That was low, boy.” She says, taking your water away and taking a sip. She spit it out right after, “Gross! I thought this was something good!” She groaned, giving you back the cup. You roll your eyes, “You look like you don’t drink water.” She whipped her head to you with a confused look on her face, yet still her toothy grin. “The fuck does that mean?!” She laughs.

“I can’t explain it, and I won’t.” You shrug, returning a smile. “Mother fucker.” She flicks your forehead, then puts both her hands on her cheeks. She sat there, making eye contact with you. You felt your face heat up, you weren’t good with eye contact. Especially not with a pretty girl. “Can I help you?” You mumble, looking away from her. She inhales before speaking. “Ya know, I haven’t found anyone interested to pipe down tonight.” Cherri shrugs, as if she’s trying to hint at something. “Oh is that so?” You reply, raising a brow. “Yeah, have you seen the meat today? They look like fuckin’ shit.” She throws her hand towards the crowd of people dancing. “What a bummer, you don’t get to have unprotected sex with a stranger tonight.” You made sure the monotone was noticeable. “Hey! I use protection.” Cherri puts her hand on her heart as if she’s offended. You stare at her with a blank face. “Sometimes.” She finishes. You continue to stare at her, not saying a word. “IT WASN’T AS GOOD.” She shouts, throwing her arms in the air. “There it is.” You tilt your cup towards her before taking a sip. “Such a goody goody.” Cherri rolls her eye. You shrug once again, watching her think. A smirk grows on her face before turning to you. “Wonder how you would be in bed.” She says seductively, setting her arms on the table between you two, her chest resting upon them. You choke on your water, setting the glass on the table. “Terrible.” You cough, swatting her away. She laughs, “You’re lying to me.” Your face flushes, you’d admit that you’ve satisfied your previous partners in the bedroom, but you were never one to talk about it. “C’mon, admit it. Or..” She cuts herself off, wondering if she should continue. “Or you just gotta show me how ‘terrible’ you are.” Cherri grins. You glare at her, your face still flushed. “You’re trying to hook up with me because nobody else is around for you to fuck. Why would I even take that?” You ask, slightly offended you were her last choice. “You’re a man who’s into women, why wouldn’t you?” She raises her brow. “Well fuck Cher, I’m not a slut.” You throw your hands up in defense. “I dunno, that waist tells me otherwise.” She pokes your chest. “Shut the fuck up.” You groan, standing up from your chair, about to move away from her. “M/n! Come on! Please?” “I’m not fucking you.” “Why not!” “I don’t do one night stands.” “Did I say it had to be a one night stand?” “I know you, you have one night and move on.” Cherri groans, jumping over the counter to grab your hand. “I’m being serious. I’ve been wanting to bring this up to you for a while.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. You study her expression, nothing about the confession seemed fake. “Maybe we could go on a date tomorrow, I just -- sex is nice. It’s fun, I wanna have that fun with you.” Cherri explains, looking up at you. You were more of a romantic than sexual, so that had seemed to turn you on more than anything. You clear your throat before speaking. “Your place or mine?” You ask, seeing her face light up. “Mine."

-- Angel had passed out on the couch, you both tried to keep as quiet as possible, but fuck it was hard to shut up with your cock buried in her pussy. Her body was beautiful, every part of it. Her hands were stuck to your back, scratching and demolishing it with her nails as she whined in your ear to go faster. Your hands gripping her waist, digging your nails into them as well. You considered it pay back. You felt addicted to her, you felt so perfect inside her. You could feel her clench around you, throwing her head back and cumming all over your cock. You weren’t going to stop or slow down until you filled her up to the brim. Her pleading became louder, and you started to care less about Angel sleeping in the room over. Everything seemed so distant from you, everything except her. You snapped your hips into hers, chasing your own release but attempting to give her another one of her own. “Oh fuck! M/n -- holy shit, holy shit --” She squealed, covering her mouth with one free hand. You brought your face to her tits, biting and leaving marks everywhere you could. You wanted to keep your mouth on her and your dick inside her all night. “Fuck, fuck, your so tight Cher -- so perfect. All mine, all mine. So perfect, so perfect --” You mumble against her neck, immediately biting down after. She screams, whining after as she locks her legs around your waist. You feel her hands make their way to your hair, pulling on it to force you back and make eye contact with her, but only for a few seconds before she pulls you into a passionate kiss. She slips her tongue into your mouth as you do the same, allowing them to fight against one another. Cherri moans against your mouth, pulling away and allowing the saliva to connect you two together. You could feel yourself getting close, really close. A whine slips out of you, but you immediately dive back in for another kiss since you knew she was going to tease you about it. She pulls your hair back again, pulling you in to whisper in your ear. “You sound so cute when you get pussy drunk.” Cherri giggles, moving her mouth to your neck and latching onto the skin there. If you haven’t already, you melt into her, your moans and whines becoming louder as your eyes begin to roll back.Your hips move faster, practically pounding into her with no mercy. You could feel her nails digging in deeper. “F-Fuck-- Fuck- Cherri!” You bit down on her neck, hard. Cumming deep inside her pussy. Based on her expression, you see that she came with you as well. You slow your hips down, moving away from her to give her some space considering you both are able to focus on the heat and sweat. “Holy shit.” She huffs, you chuckle breathlessly. You release your harsh grip on her waist, pulling out slowly, watching the cum flow out of her. “Jesus Christ.” You mumble. Cherri closed her legs, kicking you gently. “Shut up.” She giggles. You smile, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Was that any good?” You ask, holding onto her knees that were closed together. Cherri puts an exaggerated thinking expression on before speaking, “You could have done better.” You chuckle again, opening your legs. “Is that so?” She giggles again, nodding her head. It was going to be a long ass night, sorry Angel.

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AO3 Account!

I uploaded all of my current fics on my AO3 account! Link: --> https://archiveofourown.org/users/CLOWNEDD I'll be updating my AO3 account with all the requests/fics/commissions I get here on Tumblr, please don't request anything on AO3, I like to stay mainly on Tumblr! :)

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Just wanted all of you to know, Tumblr fucking deleted this fic from my drafts I almost fucking hung myself

Alastor x MALE! Reader: Preview

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More Updates!

Hi again :-) Working on three fics that will come out by the end of today, also I'm going to be uploading all my fics on AO3! My username is the same as it is here, but when I post them on AO3 I'll make sure to link them here if you prefer to read on that website. I'll also be opening commissions soon, I'll post the information possibly after I complete all of these requests! :-)

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Could you do shy trans! Male reader nsfw headcanons with Widowmaker? Reader has had top surgery but is still waiting to get bottom surgery and is slightly insecure about having female genetalia

NSFW HEADCANONS - Widowmaker.

------- Summary: Personal head-canons of Widowmaker and her transgender boyfriend. Pairing: Widowmaker x (TRANSGENDER) MALE! Reader Warnings: NSFW, Angst, Bondage, Strap use. Enjoy. -------

You were a very closed off guy, decently shy, and introverted. This was just who you were, not because you were insecure of who you were, you were just simply always like that. You realized you were a boy at a young age, eventually growing up to transition and it made you feel 100x better about yourself, something finally felt real.

You met Widowmaker as Amelie Lacroix, you had become friends with her through Talon which was very unfortunate, but also fortunate. You two became close quickly, you two fit like puzzle pieces.

You knew about her husband, comforted her through that death and attempted to help her to move on. Throughout these times you fell in love with her, and she seemed to reciprocate these feelings eventually as well. Took her time, but they happened.

Amelie never cared for sex too much, but she still liked it to be an option to be open with whoever she was romantically involved with. You felt the same way, but your problem was downstairs. 

She knew of your biology, though that didn’t matter to her. She had no preference, she loved you for every bit of you. Including the parts you hated, because she knew you loved all of her as well.

When she brought up the idea of sex, you immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over you. You couldn’t satisfy her with what you had, right? Isn’t that what makes a man so desirable? The piece you’re missing.

“Even if you had nothing between your legs at all, I’d still be asking.”  She said, lifting your head up with her hand under your chin.

You push yourself to just go through with it, push yourself out of your comfort zone. You trusted Amelie, you knew she’d never see you as a woman, or even tell people about your biology. She’d never backstab you, it was just your anxiety. ---

You asked Amelie to take the lead, knowing she’d probably like that anyway. She’s a decently dominant woman, enjoys having control in the relationship and in the bedroom. 

When she’d suck your dick, you’d never look down. You always kept your eyes up as tears rolled down the sides of your cheeks. They weren’t from comfortability, but from actual joy that you were actually able to experience pleasure in ways you thought you never could.

It seemed like she’d been fantasizing about this a lot, because she had a lot of ideas the moment you gave your full consent to her.

She loves tying you up with her webs, leaving marks all over you and tightening the webs enough to make red string marks all over your body.

She’d buy you a strap, and you found it to be your comfort to wear during intimate acts. You found it as a placeholder until you’d get your bottom surgery.

Amelie loved riding you, making you whine and cry and beg for her to slow down because it was too much for you. (she had a viberator for you, just so you felt pleasure with her as well)

You learned how attractive you found her accent to be in bed, she gave you orders, degraded you, praised you in her thick French accent. When you brought it up to her, she laughed -- making sure to use and abuse that fact when she got the chance.

You’d wanna fuck her from behind, pulling on her hair while slamming into her like there was no tomorrow. Even then, she’d ask you, “Is that all you can do? Toi, pauvre garçon.” (You poor boy.)

She was very cocky in the sheets, and you enjoyed a woman who didn’t double down despite getting her pussy drilled into.

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Can I request velvette x male reader? Morning after they're done doing the nasty reader teases her un the morning, velvette gets annoyed and tells him to kiss her ass as an insult only to yelp as he actually kisses her there and starts eating it out

"Kiss my fucking ass." -- Velvette.

------- Summary: You found a way to shut your bratty girlfriend up. Pairing: Velvette x MALE! Reader Warnings: NSFW, Rimming, Mentions of sex the night before. Enjoy. --------

You woke up to shuffling from beside you. The morning light lit your face, making you turn away with a grimace. Your eyes made contact with a woman, that woman was your girlfriend, man were you obsessed with her. “Morning.” You smile, shifting to lay on your side and face her. She mumbled, bending down to pull her panties up that were tossed off the bed due to last night. Your eyes stayed locked on her body, “Appreciate the sight.” You grin. You hear her huff and make a snap noise from her panties to her skin. She begins to walk away from the bed, collecting her clothes on the ground and setting them on your dresser. “Come baaack.” You whine, reaching your arms out to her. She side-eye’s you, then turns away to giggle quietly. You giggle as well, scooting up so you sit on the bed. Velvette put her belongings down, walking up to you slowly with her hands behind her back. “Hi beautiful.” You lean and grab her, pulling her body between your legs. “Hi.” She says simply, setting her hands on your shoulders. You knew how Velvette was, mean, dry, crude, but you loved it, you loved her. You knew she loved you, she had other ways of showing it. She was touchy, loved to grab, pull, disappear into your skin as if she was molding yours together. She loved posting you, showing you off, buying you things she thinks you’d like. To you, and only to you, she was fragile. She actually cared about your opinions and thoughts, unlike everybody else she’s met. She slides her hands into your hair, massaging her fingers into your scalp while looking at you lovingly. You let out a sigh of whatever relief you still had left, groaning at the contact. You hear her giggle again. “You were loud last night.” You break the silence with a whisper, a grin as wide as Alastor's. You hear her scoff and pull away from you. “Shut the fuck up.” She sets her hands on her hips, now glaring at you. She never actually got irritated with what you said, she just enjoyed play-fighting like this. And so did you. “Just spittin’ the truth.” You shrug, falling back onto the bed. “I have full access to your dick you know, I’ll give you a vasectomy with my foot.” She threatens, walking away from you and continuing to fold her clothes that she left upon your dresser. “You wanna ride a broken dick?” You ask. Velvette cackles, “Fuck no, I’d leave you.” She says, picking up some other boxers you had laying on your floor and tossing them in your face. You jumped up, tossing them to the wall immediately. “Fucking rude.” You grumble turning your face away from her, sitting up so your weight is laid on your elbows. You felt weight on the opposite end of the bed, you turned around quickly, ready for her to possibly beat your ass. Velvette crawled onto your lap, hand on your chest, “Say that again?” She whispered. Your breath hitched. Despite her being your girlfriend, you still got so nervous when she got close to you.

“I said you’re fucking rude.” “Kiss my fucking ass.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” As if a light appeared above your head, you flipped her around, raising her hips in the air and shoving her head into the pillow. She shouts at you, but it’s muffled by the pillow. You pull her panties down, hearing her start to whine. You kiss one cheek, licking over that kiss and bringing your tongue to her rim. She moans, kicking her feet in anger. “You said kiss your ass, didn’t you babe?” You mumble, bringing a free hand in between her legs. You slip your finger in between her folds, lubing your fingers up with her slick. You pull away from her ass, ignoring her moans and pleads. “You get so wet so fast, I fuckin’ love it.” You dive right back in, slipping your middle finger inside her and your index against her clit. She wiggles her hips against your fingers and mouth, “M/n!” She groans, still muffled. “Mhm?” You plunge your tongue inside her hole, moving your previous finger from her clit to inside her pussy -- working both fingers inside her. As you teased about earlier, she was loud. “Please, oh fuck! Please.” “More, darling!” “Fuck, please baby.” “So good, so so so so good--” You let out a quiet laugh, thinking how pathetic she sounded. You pulled away from her ass, keeping your fingers at their pace and pulling her hair back. “Just giving you what you asked for, my love.” You kiss her neck, sucking on the skin as she panted and gasped for release. “Please, M/n, please.” Velvette moaned, drool coming down the corner of her mouth. “So pretty.” She got louder, and louder. You felt her hips push against yours, trying to sync up with the rhythm of your fingers. “Cum..! C-Cumming-..ah-!” You pulled away from her neck, bringing yourself back to her pussy, working your tongue against her. She screamed into the pillow, pushing herself against your face as she finally got her release. You could hear her heavy breathing as her hips fell to the side. “You suck…so..so bad.” Velvette whispers. You giggle, slapping her thigh lightly and falling beside her. “..mhhh..c’mere.” She sighs, opening her arms to you. You wrap your arms around her, setting your face comfortably in her chest.

“Do that again and I’ll sell you to Valentino.” “Yes ma’am”

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Can you do a Angel dust x shy (Charlie’s younger brother) male reader, he’s really shy and introverted but likes to sing and perform just like his big sister.

"Kissed?" -- Angel Dust.

------- Summary: Despite being the Prince of Hell along side your sister, the Princess of Hell -- you find yourself closed off, just like a certain spider you knew. Pairing: Angel Dust x MALE! Reader Warnings: Sexual implications, Objectification, Suggestive. Enjoy. (I kind of left out the singing part, sorry about that. I sometimes just write and let my hands take me wherever.) --------

You loved your sister, you truly did. But good lord was she emotional. Nothing wrong with that, of course. You found yourself holding complicated emotions -- she had her girlfriend to express her feelings and distress to. You always wondered how Charlie could find trust in someone so easily, especially someone in Vaggie's situation. You envied your sister in a way, that she always saw the good in people. You experienced your family break up all in front of you, so you never had a good example of love and trust in your life. Once your mother and father paid enough attention to how you turned out, they did their best to hide it from your sister. The oldest was always the guinea pig child, as they say. This eventually brought out your introverted self, being a polar opposite to your sister and a great point to compare the two of you. When you arrived at the Hotel project your sister had been working on (because your shit ass father apparently had better things to do) , you felt proud of her. She brought in shitty people, attempted to help them, without working on her own problems. So proud.

You immediately found no connection with anyone there, especially Alastor. He gave you a stomach ache, a stomach ache full of daddy issues. You decided to keep away from him. You saw that Charlie already latched on to him. Another example of her trusting people TOO quickly, especially for your liking. You did find one connection though, someone you enjoyed to listen to. Angel Dust. Yes, they fucking porn star. You enjoyed listening to the porn star talking about whatever the fuck he wanted to talk about. You enjoyed hearing him, knowing there was another layer of him to unwrap. You knew he was much more than what was portrayed on television. He was a pretty spider, you understood why so many people found him so attractive. He was charming, cute, his voice was beautiful. That's honestly all you really thought of him, you never wanted to watch his films. Although he claims he gives consent, you felt as though it was disrespectful. It just didn't feel right to watch a man who you talk to get absolutely railed by some OTHER guy, mind you. It upset you, it shouldn't but it did. Which was a feeling you were going to bottle until it erupts on some inconvenient day. While you sat with Angel Dust as the bar, he rambled about how he thinks pigs are better than any animal to have as a pet. Which you entirely disagreed and continued to fight with him about. "You're biased, you have a fucking pig." You roll your eyes, giving him your hand to talk to. "Exactly! Thas how I know ther the best!" He shoots his hands in the air to emphasize his point. You make a talking motion with your hand as a way to mock what he was whining about. "Fuck you, 'm right. Right fat nuggets? Yes I am! Yes I am, daddy will always defend you, baby." His voice broke out into baby talk as his little piglet began wadding towards him. "Literally hate that you just called yourself daddy right now." Angel grins and shrugs. "I don't do it often, it's the other way around." "Oh, hell no." "What! That's my job!" "Shouldn't be." "Why're you hating on me today? You hate my guts!" "Yeah I do." "You should just rearrange them instead." "That's FUCKING insane, Angel." "Tellin' me you don't wanna?" You groan and slap the back of his head. Angel laughed, letting out a little moan before bringing his arms together to push his chest fluff out. "C'mon." He purrs, leaning closer to you. "I don't wanna fuck you." You flick his forehead, backing him bounce back a bit. He whines again, "Why not! I'd fuck you!" You roll your eyes, though you won't deny your flushed face. "You'd fuck everyone." "Not ya sistah." "That's really comforting actually." "I play for one team." "I'm on the bench." Angel laughed, you loved when you made him laugh. The best word to describe him was always just, 'pretty.' His laugh was pretty, his eyes, his makeup, his voice, everything. You clear your throat a bit before attempting something. "Ever actually kissed someone during a scene?" You ask, not looking him in the eyes. "Are ya dumb? Course I have." He tilted his head, raising a brow. "Nah, like an actual nice kiss. Not something aggressive or whatever." He sits there to think a bit, you knew what the answer was but you still wanted to make sure. He then shook his head.

"Do you not watch my films?" He asks before you speak. You shake your head. Angel looks taken aback. "Rude!" You chuckle and shrug. "Doesn't feel right, you're my friend." Angel felt his face flush up as well. Man, you know your fucked up when basic human decency gets you REALLY going. He only hummed. "Anyway, wanna know what an actual kiss feels like?" Angel's head perked up, his eyes were wide. "You wanna kiss me? Then what?" He grinned at the end of his sentence. "Just kiss, fuck. Relax -- tryna take it to base 34 already." You groan, swatting him. "..okay." He mumbled, his face red. "Never seen you red before." You tease, a smile wide on your face. "Fuck you man! Nobody says shit like how you do." You raise your brow this time. "Whaddya mean?" A smile still visible on your lips as you lean in. Angel feels himself start to sweat. "I dunno." He says, a little to quiet. You think he didn't meant to be so quiet, it just came out that way. Your eyes were lidded, "If you kiss me with tongue I'll bite your tongue, cook it, then feed it to Alastor." You threaten. Angel smiles wide, showing his bright gold tooth. "Thanks for the save." You roll your eyes before finally leaning in and pecking him on the lips. Angel opens his eyes, pauses for a second, before leaning back in for a more passionate kiss. His other arms that were above his waist pull you in, making you sit on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck, stuffing your hands into his silky hair. It wasn't sexual, it was loving. And it was a bit too much for Angel. He pulled away, his face felt like it was burning. You looked back at him, waiting for a response. "Are you okay?" You ask. He only whimpered in response, leaning in and setting his head on your shoulder. His grip on your waist was tight, he wasn't crying, just processing. You hear him inhale, before finally saying something. "Thank you." It was mumbled, but enough. You smile softly and pet the back of his head. "Of course, stupid."

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