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the concept of riding adam, sloppily making out with him whilst your fingers are tugging at his hair, barley even moving off his dick just rocking back and forth. his hands would grasp your waist tightly, loving the way your warm, wet walls squeeze him. you pull your lips away and he chases after them but quickly diverts his attention by burying his face between your tits, mumbling out words you can barley understand since half of them come out in whimpers or moans.
adam glenn nsfw alphabet ✶ fem!reader, smut ahead!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
adam is so soft about you after. he gets you a glass of water, run you a shower & sit on the closed toilet lid talking to you through the steam and/or get in with you, make you a sandwich whilst you getting changed. just wanting to make sure you’re okay.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he’s shamelessly obsessed with your boobs, big or small. hes not even subtle either if you wear a low cut top it’s OVER for him & his brain short-circuits. expect him to always wanna be holding them or kneading them when making out.
for himself, he wouldn’t have anything specific since he got picked on when he was younger, but he does like how much bigger he is now. also if he does have to chose something, it would probably just be his biceps because you seem to like them A LOT (tehe)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
i don’t think he would like cuming on you all that much. might do it once or twice but he is waaaayyyy more into the idea of you being the one who cums on him. especially if you’ve been grinding on his chestMMM he loves it
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
before you two were official, he was absolutely a down bad pervert. always trying to catch a glimpse of your breasts when you lean forward, and then acting like a he wasn’t if you saw him staring. once he stole a pair of your undies and you never saw them again (he would rather die than confess), and he kept them like some kind of pathetic little trophy because he couldn’t have you yet. they got thrown out after the first night you two kissed.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he’s had sex once or twice before, but he’s nowhere near as experienced as you. he’s a little nervous the first few times, as all he wants is to make you feel good. and once he realises you like taking the lead, he melts into it, all eager and grateful and trying so hard to be good.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
he loves when you’re on top. loves loves loves it. it’s like his religion. especially the view of you breast in his face & how easy it is for him to grab one in his mouth and suck on it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he’s not cracking jokes per say, but he is talkative in a breathless, needy way. will talk and ramble about how much he wants this, and how much he loves you the whole time.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he’s pretty tidy, and keeps up to date with grooming & he’s darker in the downstairs department compared to his head hair.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he’s so romantic it’s stupid. he loves holding eye contact, his hands always find some part of your body to caress whether it be your waist, your thighs, etc, he’ll be touching it. he’ll kiss you mid-anything just because he likes the feeling of you lips on his.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
before you, it wasn’t really his thing. he did it, sure, but it wasn’t obsessive. and then you showed up and suddenly he can’t go to sleep without thinking about you — your laugh, the way you look at him, the tiny mean things you say when you’re flirting. it’s not even always explicit in his head half the time it’s just the feeling you give him. he’d get all worked up and then feel guilty about it, and then do it again the next night anyway. stopped doing it as much when he had finally had you though.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
he’s mostly vanilla, but he loves when you’re a little bossy. he also has a small, thing for being teased in public. nothing too wild, just you sliding a hand up his thigh under a table … OOO he loves it.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
he prefers the bedroom over anything. but he is absolutely not immune to impulse. if you tug him into the changing room whilst your buying new clothes just to kiss him until he’s dizzy, he’s going along with it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
like what i said before, you being dominant makes his brain turn into soup. any kind of command, any kind of “be good,” and he’s finished
he also loses it when you do domestic stuff. you cooking for him, the two of you getting ready together in the morning …. he LOVES it. will always interrupt you and it will always end in either a quick make out or him eating you out.
also can definitely see him going crazy if you ever wear some eternia fashion.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he doesn’t want to actually hurt you, ever. he’s okay with being a little rough if he knows you want it, but anything that feels mean in a real way is a hard no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
MUNCH KING!!!111!!1!!, always so enthusiastic when getting the opportunity to eat you out. could do it for HOURS and HOURS and HOURS. don’t get me wrong, he likes receiving too, but he’ll always prefer the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his legs more than anything.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he’s a messy mix of desperate and gentle. he just wants you all the freaking time that it makes it hard for him to go slow, but he does want to appreciate you as much as he can.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
quickies happen a lot, mostly because he’s almost always half a second away from getting a boner when around you. he’ll try to be patient, & a good boyfriend, but it never actually works.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he’ll take risks if you make him feel safe about it. he’s not the one who suggests something wild first, but he will absolutely follow your lead if you’re confident. he prefers getting home before things go too far, though like what i said, is not opposed to certain exhibitions.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he has ridiculous stamina, and he’s kind of smug about it once he realises. the most you’ve done in one session is probably 7–8 rounds, and after, he’s so proud of himself
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
doesn’t really get it at first and he’s a little intimidated by the concept. not in a judgmental way more like “am i not enough?”. low-key comes around once you bring up the concept of pegging him though 😊😊😊
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he prefers being teased, which is unfortunate for him because you’re so so good at it. he’ll try to tease you back sometimes but realistically, he just ends up teasing himself and always breaks first.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he’s is SO FREAKING LOUD. he’s not trying to be, but he forgets how to be quiet when he’s overwhelmed. he makes these soft, pathetic little sounds when you’re teasing him and then deeper ones when he finally loses control. he’ll try to muffle himself with a pillow once & fail immediately. you have gotten many noise complaints.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he would absolutely let you peg him if he trusted you enough. he’d be nervous, but he’d be weirdly into it. wants to do it a lot after the first time.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s big. maybe 6inches when soft and up to 8 inches when hard. he’ll act like it’s no big deal, but if you ever compliment him, it boosts his ego so hard.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
his sex drive is ridiculous. he got worked up just being around you before you two were dating, and that didn’t go away once you were if anything, it got worse because now he can have you and he’s addicted to it. he’d have you in his lap all day if you let him. and even when you’re not doing anything “sexy,” he’s still thinking about you in that manner. you’re just so beautiful to him all the time
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
like what i said earlier, he’ll do everything for you to make sure you’re okay but once he knows you are he will be lights out almost immediately.
Hey! I was wondering if you might write some Adam Glenn with a plus size reader? Maybe she doesn’t think she’s good enough for him and he’s like ‘that’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen’ if not that’s ok. Have a good day!
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request Hey! I was wondering if you might write some Adam Glenn with a plus size reader? Maybe she doesn’t think she’s good enough for him and he’s like ‘that’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen’ if not that’s ok. Have a good day!
authors note changed it a little as i don’t really enjoy self deprecating stuff but i hope you still like it!! very short and not proofread.
when adam started working in HR, he never expected to meet the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life. don’t get him wrong, he thought most women were beautiful, but this was something else entirely. it was otherworldly, really (which was ironic, considering he was actually otherworldly).
it was almost embarrassing how obvious he was. he’d catch himself looking up whenever you walked past his little cubicle, like his head moved on its own. his coworkers noticed, too. they’d nudge each other and smirk whenever you were nearby, and one of them even asked him once, half-laughing, “why don’t you just ask her out? it’s not like she’d have many other suitors.
adam didn’t understand that at all. he was sure many men were lining up at your door just waiting for a sliver of your attention, just like him. if anything, he figured you probably had to dodge invitations like they were flying objects.
and then, one morning, he got the attention he wanted.
you knocked on his thin cubicle wall. “hey, adam? do you have a second?”
he immediately dropped everything he was doing and stood up so fast he nearly bumped his knees on the desk. “of course. definitely. yes. please, sit.” he gestured too enthusiastically to the chair across from him, and you sat down. it took him barely a millisecond to sit too, leaning forward. “so,” he said, trying to sound casual and failing, “what can i do for you?”
you smiled, but it looked a little strained. “this is going to sound stupid,” you let out a small laugh, “but you’re HR, so i thought i’d ask if you could do anything about some of the people in the office commenting on…” you trailed off and gestured vaguely toward yourself.
adam furrowed his brows. “on what?”
you sucked your teeth. “my body.”
“oh my god.” adam’s face dropped. he was shocked, and for a split second his mind went in the completely wrong direction. he didn’t realise that you meant people were commenting on your body in a negative manner. his first thought was that they were talking about you in a sexual way which was making you uncomfortable. “that’s awful. what have they been saying?”
you shook your head quickly. “i don’t really want to talk about it.”
“yeah, no. no, i get it,” he said, trying to be reassuring.
you breathed out, letting yourself be annoyed for a second. “they’ve just been saying i should, you know… lose a few pounds. or stop eating so much.” you rolled your eyes. “like, it’s nothing i can’t deal with. i am confident in my body. but it just sucks to hear it when our workplace keeps labeling itself as inclusive.”
adam blinked, his confusion creeping in slowly.
“wait, i’m sorry,” he said, carefully. “lose weight? why would anyone want you to do that?”
you lifted your shoulders in a small shrug, like you didn’t want to make it a bigger thing than it already was.
“you’re beautiful,” he blurted. and then his whole body froze, because he realised what he’d just said and his face went hot. “not that i mean that i find you- i mean, i do, i definitely do,” he stammered, immediately regretting every word as it left his mouth. “i’m just saying that, like, objectively. lots of people would think that. and anyone who wants you to change is probably just… jealous. or hateful. because you’re gorgeous. again, not coming from me, coming from- from other people. other people in the world.” he was rambling now, and he knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t stop. his brain was short-circuiting in real time. “they think you’re gorgeous.”
you stared at him for a second, and then you gave a small, amused smile. “right.” you stood up, slowly, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, not completely sure on how well that talk went.
adam took in a deep breath, forcing his shoulders to relax. “thank you,” you said, softer. “and if you could deal with some of them, i’d appreciate it.”
“i will,” adam said immediately. “i promise. i’ll handle it.” he sounded almost fierce about it, which made him even more embarrassed, but he meant it.
you turned to leave, and his heart dipped because he thought that was it. that was the moment. the closest he’d ever get. and he’s fucked it massively.
but then you paused at the entrance of his cubicle and looked back over your shoulder.
“and maybe we should get dinner sometime, by the way,” you said. your eyes flicked over him, playfully. “i think you’re beautiful too.”
and then you walked away.
adam sat there for a second, staring at the spot where you’d been standing, then slowly lowered his head into his hands.
“oh my god,” he whispered to himself, happily, because it was the only sentence his brain could form.
Would you write something for ukyts having a crush/one sided romance with their fellow female colleague youtuber? (Arthurtv harry george chrismd and whoever you like)
UKYT VS CRUSHES ✶ headcanons on them having crushes on their friend/colleague
request Would you write something for ukyts having a crush/one sided romance with their fellow female colleague youtuber? (Arthurtv harry george chrismd and whoever you like)
authors note i only write for arthur, harry & chris so thats who’s included. wrote this in like half an hour so it may be ass. can be seen as one sided if you want, these are just headcanons and i left it slightly ambiguous at the end :)
ARTHUTV
if you think arthur couldnt get even more awkward JUST WAIT
always makes the weirdest jokes around you
when he is drunk, he will be very touchy with you
half his videos are with you bc he likes to invite you so often
whenever you guys are in group videos together, he is always standing next to you
celebrates the most when you score a goal or something
chris will tease him about his blush & it’s the first time he sees arthur get actually defensive
he doesn’t want you to know unless it’s him telling you (as if there hasn’t been a million edits shipping you two already)
be calling and messaging you ALL. THE. TIME
“OMG look at this Ladybug.” “I think you would really like this restaurant. I just tried it with Bach. Maybe me and you can go at some point.”
i also fear he is one of those freak who has perfectly grammar when texting
i can so see him getting a call from you whilst at that filming weirdest restaurants with the sidemen, and getting so freaking embarrassed when the lady answers then proceeds to just read some of the latest text he sent you
chris & ethan were DYING from laughter
also more on this message: “I think you would really like this restaurant. I just tried it with Bach. Maybe me and you can go at some point.”
closest he ever gets to asking you out
if he just adds, ‘maybe me and you can go at some point. like maybe as a date.’
but no, he never will
tried to support you the best he can when you do go on dates though
and definitely roles his eyes when he has to meet one of you bfs
thank god they’re all jerks so that you don’t stay with them for long
he won’t ever tell you about his crush but he will slip up at some point which is how you find out
HARRY LEWIS
he will always be there
i feel like if he has a crush on someone he would just want to always be near them
so if you’re in a video
he will always be there
looks at you first when he makes a joke, hoping to see you laugh and smiles even brighter when you do
definitely tries to get you in any sidemen sunday that needs a guest and definitely tries to get you two paired up
everyone has clocked his shit so quickly
he just acts kinda different around you compared to someone he sees as a friend
hard to explain but he’s somehow louder yet also quieter?
he will get quiet and grin a little to himself when he sees you look at him but get really loud when your eyes aren’t on him so it’s like a catch 22
the sidemen tease him about it in videos but no one ever says you name, all is known to the public is that harry has a crush on someone
“so how’s it going with you know who, harry?” “oh fuck off.”
when hes drunk he admits a little too much too you sometimes
you definitely found out about his crush whilst driving him home after a pub golf since he called you to pick him up and refused drives from anyone else
he was just rambling in the passenger seat about how much he likes you
and when he wakes up in the morning he very much hopes that last night was just a dream
CHRISMD
you two are like a dynamic duo
you would definitely see him as your best friend
which makes him feel bad for having a crush on you cause he doesn’t want to be seen as someone who only got close to you bc of that (even though he only started having a crush on you after you two got close)
in each others videos all the time
he will invite you to anything at all
there is definitely a time when you are included in the __ WOMEN vs 1 YOUTUBER/FOOTBALL vidoes
and chris was blushing very hard because he liked seeing you try to get his attention and impress him
even if it is just for the video (let a man dream damn)
he blushes so easily around you
gets embarrassed sometimes when he notices that you are slightly taller then him but eventually comes around to really liking the fact (he kinda loves seeing you in heels …)
you jokingly use him as an arm rest which is something he always laughs at way too hard no matter what
bites you OFTEN
you are his main victim and sometimes you just let him which makes his crush almost worse
chris can never tell how you actually feel bc you act so similar to him
but if he looks at it beyond surface level, you act that way with everyone
which just confuses him so much
he isn’t the one to tell you that he likes you
whilst filming a football video i can see someone like angryginge or arthurtv accidentally mentioning it like “at least i don’t have a crush on her, chris”
they don’t even realise they say it and no one else even pays attention to it which makes it almost worst
because he knows that you heard it
and it was so awkward for the rest of the video between you two
adam glenn / he-man x fem!reader ✶ spoilers for the new movie
adam first met you in school
it was only his first week, and he was already being bullied by your other classmates
after one of them pushed him to the ground, you finally stepped in and told them off
since then, the two of you have been basically attached at the hip
you wouldn’t say you necessarily believed him about eternia, but you did enjoy listening to him talk about
he has had a crush on you since forever!!
definitely gets very awkward around you sometimes
the two of you went to prom together
it wasn’t lack of people wanting to take you per say, more that everyone in your year thought you and adam were dating which you weren’t (not yet)
when you moved out of your parents home and got an apartment, you invited adam to move in with you — an offer he took IMMEDIATELY
though regretted it once you started going on dates
always found something he didn’t like about your newest man
“he’s too tall” “he doesn’t dress well” “he DIDNT pay for dinner?? that one is not a keeper”
you helped him look for his sword — again, regardless on how much you believed him
when adam stole found the sword, he told you about it immediately!
you thought it was just a plastic toy
but you still supported him!!
when the police came to your house that morning, you tried to convince them that adam didn’t live here but it sadly didn’t work
then adam was taken
and you followed after the police car with your own, planning on arguing with anyone at the police station until they let him free
but then freaky looking creature started causing trouble across the highway
… let’s just say you started to believe adam
especially when a warrior goddess started fighting with it
adam caught you when you all had to jump off the highway bridge despite his own landing not being that perfect
adam tried to convinced you to come with him but before you could decide (even though it would’ve been a yes), beast man grabbed you
and adam watched you scream as teela pulled the ship away
BEGGED her to go back so that the two of them could save you
teela wanted to, she did
she could see how much you meant to adam
but she also couldn’t risk losing the sword
you were the main thing adam was worried about for most of the day, even when come back to his home planet, even when using the sword of power
when skeletor made the announcement in the sky, he mentioned you
even if it was a trap, adam needed to make sure you were still alive, and if you were, he needed to save you
when he saw you again, it was in the cell (so you still hadn’t seen him in his loin cloth)
he hugged you so tightly, so hapoy that you were okay
he would’ve stayed there, hugging you forever if duncan didn’t let out a small cough, then adam finally let you go
soon, adam convinced everyone to work together to free eternia
you helped as much as you could, but you obviously didn’t have the same strength that some of them did
though you did know how to shoot
something adam did NOT know
so you could help 😊😊😊
when the sword broke, and adam was stabbed by skeletor, you were crushed you tried to run to him but teela held you back, in case skeletor tried to hurt you as well
but then!!!!
adam came back with the power and wearing just the loin cloth and a little bit of amor he was basically naked
and you went from sad to horny in all of about 5 seconds which sounds weird but it’s true
you watched as adam tried to talk to skeletor, and you watched him fight and once skeletor was defeated, you ran and pulled adam into a hug which he returned
this time no one there to cough and interrupt
teela and battle cat shared a look before leaving the two of you there alone
“i was so worried about you. you’re not hurt, are you?” adam asked once the two of you finally pulled away.
“no, no, i’m okay, i promise. just a little bruised.” you tried to smile like it was nothing, even though your ribs ached when you breathed too deep. you brushed your thumb over his cheeks. “are you okay? you basically just died.”
“i’m great,” adam said, returning your smile, and leaning into your touch slightly. he tried to keep staring into your eyes (since they were so pretty), but he kept glancing at your lips instead.
you let out a soft giggle and pulled his face down to yours, pressing your lips against his. adam made a small, helpless whimper before he kissed you back, using a LOT more vigour than you had, pouring in every moment of want he had for you and every moment of worry that he would never see you again, but you didn’t mind.
not even a little.
the two of you started dating after that
you stayed on eternia and helped restore it, but eventually came the question on if you should go back to earth
adam was worried, worried that you wanted to go back to your home
he knew how badly he yearned for eternia, so he just assumed you were the same
unaware that you already talked to his mother who agreed to let your stay here
when adam found out he was ELATED & you two lived happily ever after (basically ..)
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arthur fredrick x fem!reader ✶ you prank your boyfriend. happy pride month!!!
You propped your phone up against the plant on the kitchen bench, angling it just right so it would catch everything without looking obvious. It was half tucked behind the leaves so hopefully, Arthur wouldn’t see it.
You went back to chopping vegetables as if nothing was happening, keeping your face neutral even though you could already feel a smile trying to break through.
A minute later, Arthur finally wandered in.
“Hey, Art,” you greeted casually.
He smiled back straight away, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to your cheek before turning to the fridge. He pulled the door open and stood there looking for something small to eat before dinner.
It was quiet for a moment before your eyes moved towards the camera and let the tiniest smirk slip onto your mouth.
“I think I wanna break up with you,” you said, still chopping, “just for the month of June.”
The fridge door shut slowly behind you and Arthur turned his head to look at you with his eyebrows furrowed like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. “What?”
You hummed thoughtfully. “Like… I wanna break up for the month of June, just go, like…” You made a vague little gesture with the knife. “Have a few one night stands with women. To show my support for the LGBTQ community.” You explained, trying to fight the urge to laugh.
Arthur stared at you. “What!?” he repeated, and this time there was a confused smile trying to form, like his brain couldn’t decide whether to panic or assume you were joking.
“Well, you know how Pride Month is in June?” you asked.
“Yeah…” he said cautiously, dragging the word out.
“Right.” You nodded, trying to be very serious. “So, to show my support and respect toward the queer community — which I’m a part of, by the way — I thought it would make sense if I wasn’t, like, in a heterosexual relationship for the month.” You shrugged. “And also so I can, you know… have sex with a few women. Like one or two. Or, like… five max.”
You finally set the knife down and turned to face him properly, leaning your hip against the counter. “And then,” you added, “we’ll just get back together in July. Easy.”
Arthur just stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. Then, as if he’d reached the only possible solution his mind could come up with, he blurted out, “I’ll dress up as a girl.”
For a second, you were actually stunned into silence before it hit you how ridiculous it was.
You burst out laughing so hard you had to bend forward, one hand flying up to cover your mouth. “Oh my god,” you wheezed, and Arthur’s face only got more confused, his smile growing even wider because now he really didn’t know what was happening. Tears pricked at your eyes from laughing so much.
“Out of everything you could’ve said,” you managed, gasping, “you said that?”
Arthur lifted his hands a little, helpless. “What was I supposed to say?”
You shook your head, still laughing, and grabbed your phone from behind the plant leaves. You pointed the camera at him, still giggling. “It was” you tried to speak, but another laugh cut you off. “It was just a prank. I’m not gonna break up with you.”
Arthur let out this huge, dramatic breath before he began laughing too, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, thank god. I was so confused.”
“About what I was saying,” you asked, tilting your head, “or the fact that your first proper reaction was that you’d dress up as a girl?”
this is a list of the fandoms i currently write for. please note that this list is subject to change. while i have watched all these shows and movies, i am not an expert on every single one of these fandoms, so please be aware that some details in my writing may deviate slightly from canon. i strive to capture the essence of the characters and worlds as best as i can, but minor inaccuracies might occur due to my knowledge of certain source materials. reader discretion is advised, especially if you are a die-hard purist for any particular fandom listed.
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i write for male and female characters but only for female readers. i will write for gender neutral readers but reader will be afab if it is smut.
i don’t tolerate hate, harassment, or rudeness of any kind. if you’re being aggressive or disrespectful, you’ll be blocked.
i do not support the use of ai in creative spaces at all nor do i give consent to my works being used to train ai.
requests should be one or two paragraphs max. i like to have creative control when writing and too much information removes that.
i don’t write character x character or character x (your) oc but if you wish reader to have a small trait such as curly hair or is tall (something thats distinctive but still ambiguous) — i would be happy to include it!!
request should be sent to my ask box and NOT through dm’s. it makes it much to disorganised and harder for me to track each request.
what i do / don’t write (mainly about smut)
i write smut, fluff, and angst.
i am open to most things but i will never write daddy kinks, piss/poo/vomit kinks, excessively submissive readers, age play, paedophilia, feeders/feedee and rape
you can request a kink that isn’t on this list but it is not certain that i will write it.
while i am not a fan of incest, in my song of ice and fire fanfics, i am open to it due to the nature of the show. any other media will be off limits to incest.
i will primarily write dominant readers with submissive characters.
Hi! Are you still continuing “SELL YOUR SOUL (voodoo shouldn’t be messed with)”? It’s fine if you're not, I just really love the first two parts.
i will not be dropping that story (or quite frankly any of my other planned fics i’ve talked about) unless i explicitly say. so yes, i will be continuing the story it just depends on when. sadly i haven’t been super active in the hazbin hotel fandom since the season dropped which makes it harder for me to write when it’s not my main obsession, not to mention that i’ve had many things going on in my personal life since then that have also made it hard to fully focus on writing.
i promise that the next part is slowly being worked on and hopefully it will be out soon!!!
steve harrington x fem!reader ✶ steve is a sucker for smart girls
One thing Steve has realised about his type in women is that he prefers them smart.
Sure, he's dated plenty of lipstick-wearing, empty-headed girls in his time but the ones who actually catch his attention, the ones who make his heart race and his palms sweat, are the smart ones.
Take Nancy and Robin, for example.
Nancy was the first girl Steve truly loved, the one who showed him what it meant to care about someone beyond surface-level attraction. Robin was the second girl Steve thought he could love, though that situation turned out differently than he'd expected. But what they had in common was that they were both incredibly smart. Like, way smarter than him. They were both sharp-witted, quick-thinking, and always three steps ahead.
Which wouldn't be something he thought he would like — especially not if you were asking him about it a few years ago when he was still King Steve, more concerned with his hair than anything substantive — but he's evolved since then. Or at least, he's evolving. Growing into someone he actually likes being.
He guesses that's why he fell so hard and fast for you.
He met you a few months ago through Robin, who met you through Vickie. You were Vickie's best friend, and have been since you two were kids, practically inseparable. And by gosh, were you smart. Intimidatingly so, at first. At the beginning, he had a complicated love-hate relationship with you constantly correcting him. “It's ‘you and I’, Steve. ‘Not me and you,’" Or "Actually, it's ‘could have’, not 'could of,'" delivered so sweetly that he couldn't even be annoyed about it because he knew you were just being nice in your own weird way.
But over time — and as he got to know you much, much better, as you opened up and let him see the person behind all that intelligence — well, he began to love it. Love the way you cared about words and their meanings, the way you lit up when explaining something you were passionate about.
It was stupid.
So fucking stupid, really.
He would mess up his grammar occasionally on purpose, just so you would give him a single second of your undivided attention. Just so you would glance in his direction with those gorgeous eyes of yours, maybe roll them affectionately, maybe touch his arm as you corrected him.
Robin noticed it almost immediately (of course she did). Called him a dingus for acting that way, for playing dumb when he knew better. Told him that if he just asked you out like a normal person, you would probably say yes. She seemed pretty confident about it, actually, which should have given him hope considering she was dating your best friend. But despite all the encouragement from Robin, despite her (and Vickie’s) increasingly obvious attempts to push you two together, he didn't want to risk a friendship again. He couldn't bear to
He's already messed things up with Nancy, let that relationship crumble because he didn't know how to be what she needed. Half-messed things up with Robin too, though in a different way — and honestly, if they had ended up dating like he'd briefly imagined, he was sure he would have messed things up with her as well.
It seemed to be his specialty, ruining good things. So he didn't want to put your relationship in jeopardy just because he couldn't keep his feelings in check, couldn't stop himself from wanting more than you were offering.
He would much rather just sit and listen to you ramble about a book you'd read, watching the way your hands moved as you talked, the way your whole face became animated. Or let you explain some complicated science concept to him in a way that made him 99% sure you were speaking in another language, even though he knew you were deliberately simplifying it for him.
He loved those moments, treasured them, even if they sometimes felt like sweet torture
So what if he wants to lean over and give you a kiss to stop your rambling, to see if your lips are as soft as they look? So what if he wants to hold you in his arms as he falls asleep, to wake up next to you and see you first thing in the morning? So what if he lies awake at night imagining a future where you're his and he's yours? He's yearned before and he can do it again. He's gotten good at it, actually, at wanting things he can't have.
Because quite frankly, Steve Harrington is a sucker for smart girls. And you might just be the smartest, most captivating one of all.
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SUMMARY you confront vox after he goes against your wishes for him to drop his plan to overtake heaven. alastor attempts to make a deal with you afterwards
AUTHORS NOTE okay after watching last weeks hazbin hotel episodes i just had to write a part two so i hope you all enjoy!! p.s i wrote most of this in the car on my phone so the grammar might not be the greatest :(
WARNINGS/TAGS second person pov, she/her pronouns when characters refer to reader, swearing, no use of y/n cause people know you as voodoo, more on voodoo’s backstory, pretty tame i think, i hate vox so so so much (i say lovingly), includes slight alastor x reader, i don’t have a massive understanding of hbht lore as i don’t consume anything but the show so some things may be incorrect, i also don’t have any understanding of how alastor’s shadow works so could be canon divergent, spoilers for season 2 of hazbin hotel, pretty similar to the warnings in part one
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"She loved the idea!" Vox announced enthusiastically, pushing open the heavy doors of the Vee's communal lounge room. Valentino and Velvette lifted their heads from their phones, curiosity flickering across their faces.
"Really?" Velvette asked.
"Yup." Vox nodded confidently, throwing himself onto the plush couch beside her with a satisfied grin. "She was utterly obsessed with it. Said we should start implementing the plan as soon as possible." The lie spilled from his lips with ease.
"Didn't seem like the type of plan she would like," Valentino noted thoughtfully, exhaling a cloud of red smoke. "I was half expecting you to come slinking in here with your tail between your legs because she told you to fuck off with your ridiculous idea and drop it entirely." His words made Vox let out an awkward, strained laugh - because that was pretty much exactly what had happened.
"Yeah, well... she didn't!" Vox said defensively, his voice rising slightly. "She was actually elated about the whole thing- you know what, let's just drop it now."
"You were the one who brought it up in the first place," Velvette mentioned with a raised eyebrow, scrolling through her phone again.
"Because I knew you two would ask about it eventually, and now I want to stop talking about it, so let's just stop talking about it!" Vox snapped, his screen glitching momentarily with irritation.
It had been a few weeks since Vox last saw you, and he was riding the biggest high he'd ever felt since... well, ever!
He owns Alastor now. His meticulously crafted plan to ruin Charlie Morningstar's reputation is going perfectly. And while Angel Dust doesn't know it yet, very soon he'll be a massive help to the cause. Everything is falling into place like dominos.
Vox doesn't think he's ever been this excited in his entire life — both living and dead — and he's certain that no one in Heaven or Hell can take this feeling away from him now-
"Vox." A voice spoke, the same siren voice that haunts his dreams and mind constantly, the voice that makes his body shiver with both fear and something he won't admit.
Vox spun on his heels, his digital eyes widening at the sight of your shadow cast against the wall. "Heh," he breathed nervously, his voice crackling with static. "Uh, hey!" His tone came out soft and fearful. "Hey- hey, hi!" He corrected himself quickly, forcing more confidence into his words. "What are you doing here? Usually you just send your... other shadows to deliver messages."
For weeks now, Vox had been making private deals with your shadows — the ones who watch over the Vees — desperately begging them not to tell you that he'd completely disregarded your explicit wish to drop his plan about taking over Heaven. He'd offered them favors, information, anything to buy their silence. But clearly, one of them had turned into a fucking rat and told you everything.
"What do you think you're doing, sugar?" you asked him, your voice carrying that deceptively sweet tone.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Vox stammered, gesturing vaguely. "Just about to, uh..." He turned his head, watching as dancers passed behind him in the hallway. "Go on stage. For a normal... VoxTek promotional thing. You know how it is business as usual!"
"Do you think I'm that stupid, Vox?" you asked. "Now don't you dare lie to me, honey, otherwise this isn't going to be pretty for you. I suggest you start telling the truth."
"I'm not lying!" Vox lied.
"Tell me that you haven’t gone through with your little plan about Heaven," you said, and suddenly a black chain materialised around Vox's neck. Your hands pulled him closer toward the wall where your shadow was pressed flat. "Tell me that you haven't been bribing my shadows to lie to me. Tell me, Vox, that you have not disobeyed a direct order from me.."
"HAHAHAHAHA!!" Alastor's voice screeched with unrestrained glee, the sound of his laughter echoing through the room as he wheeled his chair — his body still bound to it with restraints — toward you and Vox. "You-“ Tears actually welled up in Alastor's eyes from his excessive laughter, his grin somehow growing even wider. "You mean to tell me that you sold your soul, Vox? Oh, this is simply delicious! The irony is exquisite!"
"Why don't you just shut your pie hole, Alastor!" Vox yelled, his screen flashing with angry red static.
"Aww, is Vox going to throw a tantrum now?" Alastor taunted, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned forward in his chair. "Are you going to short-circuit from embarrassment?"
"Don't forget who owns you, Alastor!" Vox shot back venomously, though the retort didn't have nearly the impact he'd hoped for, considering the chain currently wrapped around his own neck made his situation rather obvious.
"And don't you forget who owns you, old pal," Alastor countered smoothly, his grin never faltering. "I mean, going against their wishes like this? My, my, how the mighty have fallen." He then turned his attention away from Vox entirely, focusing on you with much interest. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Alastor, the Radio Demon. Quite the pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Alastor's shadow detached itself from behind him, moving independently across the floor and up the wall toward you. It took your hand with surprising gentleness and pressed a delicate, courteous kiss upon it.
"My, aren't you quite the gentleman," you commented with genuine appreciation, your voice warm. Meanwhile, Vox was absolutely seething with jealousy. The first (and last) time he'd tried to kiss your hand in greeting, you'd slapped him clear across the face and he'd had to replace his entire screen. Why does Alastor of all people get to touch you and kiss your sweet… soft skin….
"Oh my fuck, Voodoo?" Valentino's voice cut through the tension as he walked into the room. "I haven't seen you in forever, baby-" He cut himself off abruptly when his eyes landed on the chain around Vox's neck. "What... what happened here?" he asked hesitantly, taking a cautious step back. He knew from experience that one wrong move, one wrong word, and his own chain would make an appearance around his neck too.
You waved your hand dismissively, and Alastor's shadow immediately disappeared from beside you, snapping back to its owner like it had been yanked by an invisible cord. The Radio Demon's eyebrows furrowed in surprise at the casual display of power over his own shadow. Interesting, he thought.
"Well now, Val," you said, your voice taking on that deceptively pleasant tone again. "Isn't it just so amazing to see you, sugar? And you know what? I really do appreciate the fact that despite my direct orders — my very clear instructions — to NOT go through with your little plan of taking over Heaven, you all still went ahead and did it anyway. So thank you so much for that, honey. I'm just thrilled." you said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"But Vox said that you-" Valentino began, confusion evident in his voice as he gestured toward Vox. But an sharp elbow to the ribs from Vox made him stop mid-sentence, letting out a pained grunt.
Valentino sent Vox a bewildered look, and then the realisation dawned on him like a bucket of ice water. His eyes widened. You had never agreed to the plan. Vox had fucking lied to them, fabricated your approval entirely, and now they could very realistically die because of him.
"Now you listen here, and you listen good, Vox," you said firmly, your shadow solidifying even more as you leaned in closer. "You're going to drop this plan of yours. Completely. Otherwise, honey, it's no more empire for you. No more VoxTek, no more power, no more of this little kingdom you've built for yourself. Do we have an understanding?" You gave him a clear ultimatum before releasing him. Your shadow dissipated like smoke, and the chain vanished from around his neck. Then you were gone entirely, leaving only the faint scent of magnolias and magic in your wake.
"You mother fucking FUCK! Valentino exploded, rounding on Vox with fury blazing in his eyes. "We're going to fucking DIE now because of YOU!!"
"Val, just calm down and don't worry about it," Vox said, completely unfazed — although the quick rise and fall of his chest suggest otherwise.
"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT?" Valentino repeated, his voice rising to a near-hysterical pitch. "DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT IT?! I just covered for you! I'm well within the possibility of losing my fucking Overlord status because of YOU and your FUCKING stupid ego! Do you have any idea what you've done to us?!"
"Don't tell me she owns your soul too," Alastor spoke up from behind them, his tone dripping with amusement.
"YOU SHUT UP!" Valentino yelled at him, whirling around with fury blazing in his eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands trembling as he stalked past Velvette, who was just making her way into the room. He didn't even acknowledge her as he stormed out.
"What the fuck was that about?" Velvette asked, her brows furrowed in confusion as she watched Valentino's retreating form.
"Nothing," Vox told her dismissively, waving his hand as if to brush away her concerns.
"Oh, Valentino just found out that the sinner who owns your soul doesn't agree with your little plan to take over Heaven," Alastor spoke up cheerfully, his smile widening with malicious delight at the sight of an increasingly angry Velvette and a cornered Vox.
"WHAT?!" Velvette screeched, her voice cracking with disbelief. "Oh my gosh, Vox! You lied to us! You looked us straight in the face and lied!"
"It wasn't a lie," Vox corrected defensively. "It was just... a twist of the truth. Look, I think she would be quite happy once we finish the plan and she sees the results. Which is exactly why it has to work. Don't you see?"
"You are such a fucking ASSHOLE, Vox!" Velvette screamed, her face flushed with rage. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard that it rattled in its frame. Vox immediately followed after her, already launching into explanations about how his plan would work, how it was all going to be worth it in the end, trying to convince both her and Valentino.
But that left Alastor alone in the room, a smirk playing across his face as his shadow began to detach from his body, already planning its journey to find the Overlord and tell her exactly what was happening — and how he would gladly spy on the Vees if she wanted him to.
Sitting in your usual armchair, you rubbed at your temples, your mind deep in thought about the situation with Vox and what needed to be done.
You didn't like to hurt people. You were in Hell, yes, and you were an Overlord, so people half expected you to be ruthless and cruel. But that just wasn't what you liked to do- not anymore, at least.
At first it was different when you first arrived in Hell.
God, you were obsessed with making everyone pay for what had happened to you. You were utterly ruthless, taking out your rage and pain on anyone who crossed your path, until one day you killed someone who had a child.
They died in the same car crash. and whilst you were killing the dad in the comfort of their apartment in Hell for double crossing you, the young girl came out of her room fearfully as you were standing over her dead father's body, your hands still stained with his blood.
Realistically, you knew that she was probably as bad as her father — especially if she was raised by him in the kind of environment that would land them both in Hell — but your heart still ached and your mind was still haunted by the look on her face.
And since that day, you vowed that day to never kill again. No matter what.
You knew that Vox didn't have a kid, and very few people would genuinely miss him when he was gone but what were morals if you didn't follow them? You prided yourself on being a women of your word so what was the point of making promises to yourself if you broke them the moment things got difficult?
The sudden stop of jazz music playing from your radios, being replaced with harsh static, interrupted your spiraling thoughts. You lifted your head in confusion, walking over to the radio and twisting the knobs this way and that — but still, nothing but static came through.
"Hello, my dear!" a voice rang out cheerfully, making you jump back in surprise.
You furrowed your brows. The Radio Demon? But other Overlords' powers didn't work in your shop. You'd made sure of that with protective spells woven into every corner of this place.
"Don't look so confused, darling," the voice continued. You turned to see his shadow pressed against the wall, moving independently. "I'm merely here to offer you my services."
You stayed silent for a moment, trying — in all honesty — to remember his name. His real name. Arthur? No, that wasn't it. Albert? Something with an A... A- A- A-
"Alastor!" you said finally, snapping your fingers as it came to you. "How the hell did you get your powers working in here? I've got protections on this place that should keep every other Overlord's magic out."
"Simple disarming spell, my dear," Alastor replied smoothly. "I'm from New Orleans too, you know. We learn these things."
"I did not know that," you replied, settling back in your chair. You'd never had much interest in the Radio Demon — especially not after you found out that Rosie already owned his soul..
"Anywho, sugar, what do I owe the pleasure?" you asked. "I'm sure you didn't come all this way just to show off your magic tricks."
Alastor's shadow frowned slightly. He had expected you to be angrier, or more annoyed at the intrusion- not polite.
"Well, my dear, I was hoping to help you help me," Alastor said, making you furrow your brows.
"Mhm," you hummed, crossing your arms and waiting for him to continue. "I'm listening, honey. Go on."
"As you know, some of your shadows aren't exactly as loyal as you might have wished — especially if they can be bought by whatever useless trinkets and promises Vox gave them," Alastor began, his tone dripping with disdain when he mentioned Vox's name. "But you see, I am loyal. And more importantly, I am stuck with Vox every single second of every single day, forced to witness his every move and his every scheme. So my proposal is that we work together! I spy on Vox, tell you all the juicy details of what he's planning, and in return, you help me get away from him when this is all over but The Vee’s still leave the hotel alone."
You contemplated for a moment, tapping your fingers against the arm of your chair. You didn't like making deals willy-nilly. every deal you'd ever made was calculated, thought through from every angle. Every deal was proposed by you and created by you on your terms. Accepting a deal like this felt like you were on the lower end, like you were the one who needed something instead of the other way around, and that didn't sit right with you.
But on the other hand, Vox was a liar who had proven he couldn't be trusted. And his ego was getting much too big if he thought it was okay to try and play you like some kind of fool. Having someone like Alastor — who probably hated Vox just as much as you were starting to — spy on him? Well, you'd probably get information without any sugar-coating or manipulation. Alastor would tell you exactly what Vox was up to, if only because he'd enjoy watching Vox fall.
"Alright then, honey," you agreed finally, leaning forward in your chair. "Here's what we're gonna do. You tell me everything Vox does and I mean everything sugar. Every little thing he's cooking up in that TV head of his. Don't leave out a single detail. And once I deal with him properly, I will remove you from his care and I'll keep the hotel safe. Charlie and all her guests won't have to worry about a thing from me or anyone else. You have my word on that."
"Oh, how delightful!" Alastor cheered through the radios, his voice crackling with genuine enthusiasm. "I do believe this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership!"
"And one more thing, Alastor," you said firmly, your voice taking on that sweet but dangerous tone that made it clear you were absolutely serious. "If you double cross me or lie to me — if you so much as think about playing games with me, sugar — you can say goodbye to your freedom forever. And you can say goodbye to that hotel and all your little friends too. I don't make idle threats, and I always keep my promises. We clear on that, honey?"
authors note
okok hiii i hope you all enjoyed that!!
uh because of those last two episodes of hbht — i think i’ll probably write just one more part for story which i’m expecting to be much longer than part 1&2.
Voodoo is like- the coolest character ever oml. I’m so in love. I read part one once it came out and didn’t think I could like it anymore but, but GODS was I wrong. And how delightful that is.
Cant wait for the coming parts and unfolding of your tale. 🖤
