#abel x reader

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫:

Though tattoos weren’t commonplace during his lifetime, Alastor has been in Hell long enough to bear witness to new trends, passing by random sinners on the street with the most interesting of clothes, accessories, tattoos, and hairstyles. But, since they’re strangers, he won’t bother sparing them a second glance or a peep.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” However, when it comes to you, his partner, he allows himself to be curious. “If it doesn’t bother you, may I?”

You’ve been together for quite some time already, and so he feels comfortable enough to look, to touch, delicately tracing the tattoo on your spine with both his gaze and his claws, following each and every stroke of ink with complete and utter fascination. He’s an old-fashioned man, not one for change, but he doesn’t dislike it on you, no.

“My, my, I must admit,” Alastor can’t help but admire you for getting such an intricate tattoo, especially in a sensitive area. “This is quite lovely.”

He never really cared for them until you, though maybe that’s just because you’re his. In fact, whenever you decide to wear tops or dresses with open backs, he never tells you, but he loves it. Unfortunately, other random sinners feel the same, so he’ll always walk beside you and keep a hand on your back, shielding you from prying eyes.

𝐕𝐨𝐱:

Similar to Alastor, Vox has been in Hell for a long time, but he’s never been one to entirely oppose change. For the most part, he evolves with time, altering his appearance to fit in and maintain relevance within the modern world. It’s usually whatever he thinks is befitting of him, though, as he’s still a bit old-fashioned at heart.

“Hi, there. I’m Vox,” He’s a product of his time, but he doesn’t care what you decide to follow. “Do you happen to model for my associate, Velvette?”

Your tattoo on your lower back was not a part of a trend, though. You got it before you died, and oh, was that something that drew Vox in from the start. He loves — no, he’s obsessed with watching you do something that causes your shirt to ride up. Sitting down, stretching, whatever, he’s always whirling around to glance at your tattoo, unashamed.

“What? No, that shirt is too long,” Vox will even go out of his way to commission Velvette to design crop-tops for you. “You need something shorter.”

Now, there is no need to delve into the spicy aspect of his appreciation for your back tattoo, but I’m going to anyway. He would absolutely love taking you from behind, clawed-hands grasping your hips, his gaze locked on your lower back. It really gets him going, and even more so considering that only he can appreciate you in such a way.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫:

Sure, Charlie went through her fair share of phases when she was younger, experimenting with makeup, clothes, all that fun stuff, but tattoos? She never got any. Thus, Lucifer rarely ever thought about them, what they meant or how they looked like, especially on sinners. He didn’t directly interact with them much until way later.

“Oh, hello, hi, how are ya?” When you came into his life, however, you had his brain short-circuiting. “I’m Lucifer, you know, the Lucifer Morningstar.”

Lucifer didn’t know why — and he still doesn’t know why — but his eyes just darted to your back. Your spine tattoo, it’s the first thing he noticed about you when Charlie introduced him to everybody at the Hazbin Hotel, which is strange considering that you greeted him with a handshake. That’s how much he liked it, though.

“Me? Oh, I’m fine, dandy!” He felt like such a weirdo, admiring your back with a flushed face, but it looked so nice. “Is it hot in here, or is it just you?”

When you stepped in and filled the loneliness in his heart, Lucifer jumped at the opportunity to touch it, to feel it, enjoying the way your tattoo moves like a serpent with his delicate touches. It’s safe to say that he loves if you pin your hair up or wear anything that shows off your back — but just for him to see, not anybody else.

𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥:

There aren’t as many winners in Heaven than there are sinners in Hell, so, Abel hasn’t witnessed or experienced his fair share of fashion trends. That’s not to say that he’s oblivious to them. He knows they exist, but he’s always so busy doing his own thing, only getting out and seeing them in the flesh when he goes to Hell.

“I… oh, oh my,” He meets you at the Hazbin Hotel, and oh, is he drawn to your back tattoo, whispering under his breath. “Where are my manners?”

It’s an accident, the first time he sees it. His eyes are always trained on the other person’s, but as he looks around for Charlie, he spots you, leaning over the bar, lower back on display with your low-rise jeans and crop-top combo. He doesn’t know why, but his face flushes, his wings flutter, and his heart rate picks up at the sight.

“Uhh, hi, h-hello!” He waves at you bashfully, trying to maintain a cool facade as you toss your head over your shoulder and wink at him, back arching.

lucifer just knows how you feel by the way your eyes roll back he palmed the bend of your knee, pressing the joint by your temple as to ease his strife, and he faltered when you sobbed his name, eagerly arching your tremoring pelvis into his own because he had begun to relentlessly hammer a delicate plot that induced your vision to flicker and blurrily haze with spangled glimmers of hot electricity.

and, for the third time, lucifer slows down, hips flush against your ass he can nudge his cockhead right above your sweet spot, missing it on purpose, because he knows what to do to make your eyes prickle with tears as easy, and it doesn't take long for them to run down your face; the first one goes reluctantly, but after that they start cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably.

"'s too much—" tears descend the swell of your heated cheeks, droplets streaking your skin and smearing the mascara you previously applied to your fluttering lashes, brows tense and crinkled as your eyes lulled towards the back of your head and exposed the reddened white of your dazed optics.

"is that so?" a hum colored his tone, mocking and high, "i just want to be selfish and feel you cum around me. that's okay, isn't it?"

he lets your head fall to the bed again as he pauses the pounding of his hips to reach for your face, grabbing the fat of your flushed cheeks before he presss his thumb on your bottom lip. you're embarrassingly compliant, parting your lips at the same time—tongue swirling around his skin as you cover them in a sheen of saliva.

lucifer doesn't say a word, but there's an uncharacteristic glint in his eyes that you never would've associated with him earlier.

"and you do look pretty like this, dove." his hand lets go of your face, instead moving to gently move your hair from your face. you're a mess, it's humiliating, but he smiles down at you regardless. "you can give me one more, hm?"

you are looking at him like he's an angel, like a devil he's completely consumed by. you are still clad in your clothes, moving up body up and down, docile and pliant on sunday's cock as if you are nothing but a beloved toy.

his brain is in shambles; cluttered and screwed as if he had lost reasoning, but he was aware of himself; aware of his present endeavor: he won't stop until you are sobbing his name, eagerly arching your tremoring pelvis into his own.

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐕𝐎𝐗𝅄 ׁ your hands

it's just that your hands are so soft and gentle, compared to his.

vox likes to pretend that you aren't painfully soft with him, but the truth is that you are, and have been for a while now. you do things like this frequently. you no longer give in to goading or falls for the traps voz sets for you.

your hand curl around his dick now, cold against the flushed skin but he doesn't care. he's engrossed admiring your fucked out state. he's always telling you how good you look; sweat drips down your temples and your lips are swollen and so so sweet, cries melodic and high, still not tinged with the usual hoarseness it gets when aventurine abuses of your throat with his cock.

"you are making a mess," you hum, and vox thinks how dirty it is— the sticky wet feeling of his own release against his shaft, the obscene image of how his erection looks wrapped in your hand— it wrenches a moan out of him, it has him thrusting up into your hand.

his futile attempts did little as to alleviate the prodding knot that prompt him to claw against the chair arms. hasty fondle of himself induce naught a reaction, and he bitterly grumbled before arching his back where he sits, huffs of contempt lengthening until pitiful whimpers had been the only sound.

"so what. like you haven't made a mess before," vox tells you, low and rough and a little glitchy around the edges of his screen.

"i guess i do." you simply say, and your hand caresses his thigh, so he's thrusted into, slow, testing.

you are gentle even in this, though vox has given you permission to be rough over and over like he is with you. it doesn't matter. you continue to treat him kindly. it still feels like ripped flesh and shattered dreams and the aches that sit inside long healed scars. it's okay, vox can still destroy himself with this.

vox is quiet. funny. he should've figured something like this would happen soon. you know a little too much. "don't start getting too comfortable with this shit," vox bites. "you think I'm some helpless thing? just 'cause you're all touchy-feely now?"

the glitch in his voice was becoming more pronounced, a distortion of static and frustration that twisted the air.

"ah," you say, quietly. "you don't?."

his heart stops, but the hand on his dick pumps ever faster. he's ruined you, he knows, but in the same way, you've ruined him. now all he wants- all he'll accept- is you, your body, your hands, all of you.

vox doesn't voice none of that, and so he avoids your gaze. good. better that way. you make it feel good too often. he needs to balance the scales.

"fuck, fuck, FUCxzzCK!— shit," vox breathes, voice gravelly, his grip in your hair getting tighter and tighter. tingles spark down your spine, for what had lasted only minutes drilled into lengthening ticks of time. such a case wasn't familiar to him. the antagonizing build that pooled until coiled into a tight dam awaiting its chance to burst.

you kiss him for what feels like the hundredth time— but this time there's something different, something urgent, and he grasps the back of your neck when he attempts to ease the ache himself, swiping rough compresses against whatever he could reach, furthermore tucking a hand beneath his thighs to clutch at his neglected balls, but his caress hardly could amount to your touch-

he harbored no genuine resentment, but with how his conscious craved your touch, he is bound to blame. "then tell me what you want, vox."

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝅄 ׁ your skin

he is just a little obssessed with the softness of your skin underneath his cold fingers. all for him to claim.

you mewl at the thought, watching him position himself between your legs again and kissing you slowly. alastor caresses your cheek with a gentle thumb, other hand tracing a feather-like path down your body. his fingers brush against your neck, the whine you let out being swallowed by alastor's greedy mouth, and he sneaks his hand under your shirt just as his kisses fly to your neck.⠀

and then he's biting. hard.

alastor laughs, low and dark, and then laughs harder as you groan and arches up against him, rubbing up against where alastor’s knee has ended up pressed into the cushions between yout legs, his hum being muffled by your skin. he goes down and bites, suckles and kisses the tender skin of yourr breast, so far up your you won't be able to hide it.

you have lost your mind. completely. the way your hips rocked back and forth against him felt too good, impatiently whining as if a mutt graveling in your heat, his clothes occasionally bumping your clit before the imprint would card through your soiled panties, gliding trough the dampened fabric with a friction that could kindle fire.

hell, alastor wasn't even inside you. you are so sensitive, it's almost embarrassing.

"tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue. his fingers brush the underside of your chin, a few of his fingers cupping the base of your neck as to lift your head from you peripheral and bring it to his forefront visual. "such impatience, my dear. you're quite the needy thing, aren't you?" tilting your head as if examining a newfound discovery.

you're so responsive in both body and voice, jolting with every thrust, arching sharply, legs spasming like you can't take, but he knows you can.

"there is virtue in taking one's time. and i must say," his voice dipped, soft but buzzing faintly, like an old microphone warming up. "...your warmth is positively delightful."

and you lose it.

"please, please" you say, beg, euphoria peaked above its horizon, singeing his goosed skin with excited jolts. "please, want you, wanna feel you—"

humming into the feral abundance of the rough brush of his lips, you can't help but arch against alastor as he twists and pinches the tender skin of your nipples, and your breath hitches at the feel of his mouth brushing your nipple, whining at the feel of his tongue inching closer to your bud.

"oh, no, no," he chimed, devouring you with a magnetic gape, your hues inundated, drinking in your flustered disposition. "i hear what you want, dear. but I don't follow instructions so easily. i prefer to enjoy things at my own pace.""

he smiles wide, and deliberately ignoring your request, he decides to take the tip into his mouth wholly to suck, pushing the nip to the rough of his mouth while his other hand tends to the other breast. 

it looks like you'll have to wait a little longer

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝅄 ׁ your hips

he is just a little obssessed with the softness of your skin underneath his cold fingers.

he is always reaching out to you in some way, whether is a hand in your thigh or an arm around your waist. especially if it's to keep you from squirming in his grip.

"hah," he states simply, a sound of pleasant surprise, and adds another finger inside. adam pushes them to the hilt, until his knuckles brush your pelvis. you moan, head thrown back at the sudden, but welcomed intrusion. "acting all nervous around me but this is exactly what ya wanted, aint'cha?"

your teeth clenched but the effort was momentary as mewls of whimpers parted your lips. your hips eagerly bucked into his working hand, desperately aiding him to reach a depth that would cause your eyes to roll, much like they did when his thump began to swipe fast circles over the aroused bud of your clit.

"fucking wet for me, huh? you gonna sing pretty for me when ya come on my fingers, yeah?" his lips latched onto the skin of your shoulder, and he worked his away along the base until kissing the incision of flesh that dimpled behind your ear.

you can't even think straight, hips rising off of the bed, but adam holds your hips with his free hand and pins them down hard you know will leave bruises. your upper body lifts with this, back arching and legs kicking everywhere as you can't stop the loud moans slipping through your lips.

"s'good, isnt it babe?," he says, licking against your bottom lip as he thrusts his fingers deeper into you, "let me hear you."

"adam," you groan, rolling your eyes back while moving your hips forward, hand shooting to his and holding it there, "want your mouth-please."

he chuckles, dipping his head down to give a sharp bite against your nipple, his fingers still curling up into that spot.

"come on my fingers first." he says, floored by how good your voice sounds when you want to get fucked.

you roll your hips forward harder, grinding your clit against his wrist and essentially fucking yourself on his fingers now. he moans against your nipple at the movement, biting down harder as he hears you just above him holding your breath.

"that's it babe, ride it." he encourages, hearing your wet slide against his fingers with each movement of your body.

you shake as it washes through you, feeling his fingers remain in their spot against your little bundle of pleasure inside of you. you feel like you can explode from this alone and he practically forces it out of you, pulling his fingers out and immediately rubbing circles on your clit.

your heart pounds. your brain is whirring, moving a mile a minute and you feel like you can't breathe. everything, everything is so blurry except for him. whose gripping your skin like you're everything to him. like he needs you, like a lifeline, like he can't let you go.

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝅄 ׁ your thighs

abel eats pussy for his own pleasure. especially when it's been a long day and all he wants is to focus all his energy on making you feel good.

"please," he gasps, and you finally let him, shifting a little further up so you're fully seated over his mouth. he whines and whimpers against your cunt, slopping and licking your drooling cunt, wrapping his lips and sucking. you whimper softly, hand clutching the headboard as you rock your hips, clit rubbing against the tip of his nose.

"pretty," you muster out, rutting your hips faster against his mouth. you don't need to tell him, he thinks as he sticks his tongue into your pussy, fucking your shallowly on the wet muscle. you stifle a moan, falling forwards, your hands by the side of his head to prop yourself up.his hands always finds your thighs, gripping so hard they bruise. his fingers are digging into your plush skin, forcing you onto his mouth completely, weightless and euphoric.

he hums non committedly, focus zeroed on your cunt, tongue licking and slurping you with vigour. you feel the familiar kindling in your belly as he continues, biting your cheek to keep your composure.

"make me cum, i know you can, abel," you whimper, cradling his face. "gonna m-make a mess, on your face—" you twist off with a moan, ecstasy drowning you in waves. you hear him hum again.

you ride his face, hips grinding against his tongue in search of your orgasm, and he gives it to you. he sucks on your clit and you whine, tugging at his hair sharply as you gush over his face. your vision whites out as he fucks you through it, whimpering as he licks you clean. he looks up at you, golden eyes so full of ambition and adoration. 

his mission always has been to make you cum and not ask anything in return. he just wants to feel in control, to know that something he's doing is loved and appreciated, just wanna make youu feel good. so when you cum all over his tongue, he's whining, hips bucking against nothing as you come undone over him.

"good boy," you praise him airily, smoothing his hair down where you pulled it. "how do you feel, hm?"

and he's panting when you get off his face, bucking his hips uncontrollably into you, so hard he knocks you off your high and you fall forward into his chest.

you barely have any time to reprimand him before he's babbling, "thank you, thank you, wanna do it again, let me? please let me?" and you can never say no to him, can you?

Turn ons:

Gets turned on seeing you wear formal clothing, even if you’re busy and handling business he will make sure to free some of your schedule to get some of you.

Begging: No matter what it will get him going, so it’s pretty easy to get what you want once you know the trick. He also absolutely loves being worshipped.

Kinks:

Electric play: Loves to tease and seeing you squirm, can use his own body to do it so he doesn’t even need toys.

Shibari: He will tie you up, especially if he has a reason to be mad at you/punish you.

Remote play: He will use remote controls to turn you into a pleading mess, he can monitor your reactions from any distance since he has cameras literally everywhere. He loves having you beg for him before he shows up.

Unexpected kinks:

Praise kink: If you genuinely compliment him or praise him when he’s not expecting it, you will notice the faint blue blush flowing through his cheeks for an instant, though he tries to conceal it, it doesn’t always work.

Nipple play: He has very sensitive nipples, he doesn’t always want to be teased but if he’s into it enough he will gladly let you do it and you will be delighted with his brand new facial expressions.

Favorite position:

V is for Victory: Though it was initially for the joke, I actually really believe he would be heavily into that. It gives him a great control and deep access.                      

Oral skill:

Likes to eat you out especially if you’re soaking wet and sometimes will just toss you on top of his desk to enjoy himself a little treat, but it’s honestly more for himself than for you, you just enjoy the ride. Definitely amazing fingering game though for sure, ending up with you catching yourself staring at his fingers even outside of the bedroom. He can't help but smirk when he notices.

Trivia:

Very jealous and possessive with stalking tendencies.

Says he’s a boob man because he believes it fits his image better but really is an ass man.

Enjoys seeing you limping the next day while drinking his coffee.

Alastor 📻 :

Inclinations: Sadist/Sapiosexual

Turn ons/kinks:

Blood play : I mean…yeah. He loves blood let’s not forget about the reason he’s in hell. Well let’s just say period sex has never been a problem.

Dacryphilia: Even if he wants to comfort you he will still get turned on if you’re crying. He’s so used to seeing you cry when you’re being edged and teased that he can’t separate them.

Orgasm denial: He gets off from seeing you beg and cry about not being allowed to come.

Spanking/Whipping/Hair pulling/Sadomasochism in general

Dirty talk: Enjoys teasing and edging through words, he can be very descriptive and loves painting worded details to enhance the power of his actions.

Something that really turns him on is someone who will respect his personal space, but somehow the more you respect his, the more he will invade yours.

Unexpected kinks:

Mommy kink (kinda): We all know he was a mama’s boy. He enjoys being cared for and being spoiled.

Piercings: It wasn’t a thing back when he was a human, but since arriving in hell and slowly seeing more and more people show up with those he found out he very much enjoys them, he enjoys the pain people go through to get them and then using them as tools to tease and inflict pain.

Favorite position:

The hot seat: He's really good at teasing all yours sensitive areas at once and he can perfectly get it done in this position, sometimes it will naturally devolve into it if you just sit on his lap.

Oral skill:

Doesn’t enjoy giving it but when he does feel like doing it he’s really good at it, he’s great at edging and if he decided you’ll get the biggest orgasm you’ve ever reached he will make it happen.

Trivia:

Surprisingly jealous, tries to pretend things don’t get to him but they do, and when he gets trigger he will become passive aggressively insulting to the person he doesn't like and start gettong more needy and assertive.

He’s very two-sided when it comes to sex, he either is very much in the mood or not at all, and only he decides which way he’s going to swing, there’s nothing anyone else can do that can really sway him.

Lucifer 🍎:

Inclinations: Soft dom <3/Service top/Switch

Turn ons:

Eye contact: Intense eye contact will get him hot and bothered.

Lingerie: If he accidentally gets a peek of lingerie he will not be able to think about anything else during the day.

Kissing: A good passionate kiss or even a soft one can really make him flustered.

Passionate people: He’s really into it if you’re going off on things you feel passionate about, he could listen for hours, or eventually change the activity…

Unexpected kink:  

Pegging: He’s very open about anything sexual, so naturally when this side of him was explored he found out he really really enjoyed that.

Rope play: He actually loves being tied up and for you to do whatever you want to him.

Favorite position:

Prone bone (But really all of them): In this position he gets to hit your G Spot with each stroke

Oral skill:

Canonically great at it…not saying that’s why he managed to steal both of Adam’s wives, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the case. He loves to take his sweet time enjoying every bit of you and literally gets off from giving pleasure.

Trivia:

He’s not a boob man, he’s an everything man, he worships every part of the female body, no matter the body type.

He can be very soft and sweet but let’s not forget he is dominant at his core, if you get too cocky he will remind you.

Will give great and soft aftercare but is secretly very proud of himself that you can barely get up.

Pentious 🐍:

Inclinations: Switch/Gentle dom

Turn ons/kinks:

Clothed sex: He finds it erotic and inherently hot, maybe because he's very shy and because of the time period he's from. He can also be very spontaneous, not taking the time to fully undress you nor himself.

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism: The voyeurism is canon and even if he said he regret doing it when he was alive, he regrets more the circumstances than the act itself, in Hell, as long as it's done properly with consent, he's very into both of these kinks.

DP: He loves making good use of his two dicks, simultaneously pleasuring you by filling you front and back. This tend to overstimulate you both however.

Unexpected kink:

Outdoor sex: It does go hand in hand with the Voyeurism/Exhibitionism but it is unexpected considering his personality as a whole.

Rope play: He enjoys being tied up and giving you all the power, letting you use his body as you see fit while he's being restrained.

Cuckholding: He enjoys watching you get railed by a third party now that he's come to terms with his sexuality and can explore it safely with you, guilt free.

Favorite position:

Yourself on the shelf: He can carry you easily and choose whether he wants to go softly or not.

Oral skill:

I mean with a tongue like his…

Even though he hasn’t had as much practice as some, he’s good at it and he listens to his partner’s body language. He makes sure he does the job properly, also loves receiving.

Trivia:

Will blurt out he loves you during sex.

Can surprisingly last very long, he has great self-control and stamina.

Aftercare: Will run around worried like he broke you afterwards and apologize profusely even though you couldn’t be more relaxed.

Valentino 🦋 :

Inclinations: Psycho/Narcissist/Switch

Turn ons/kinks:

Hurting Angel Dust/Fire

Unexpected kink:

Going to therapy hopefully    

Favorite position:

Idk man

Trivia:

Has nightmares about Nifty on a weekly basis

Adam 🎸:

Inclinations: Selfish top

Turn ons/kinks:

Face fucking: This man loves to enjoy himself without a care in the world. Of course he loves to fuck your face, his hands in your hair, drowning in the tightness of your throat. He makes sure you can breathe…sometimes.

Anal: Talk about a forbidden fruit, again he loves the sensations that go with it. Thankfully he’s also good at making sure you enjoy it too but that’s mainly cause otherwise he knows he wouldn’t be able to get it as often as he wanted.

Spanking: He will spank you hard enough to leave your bum crimson. He’s either giving you hard spanks or grabbing tightly onto that ass.

Unexpected kink:

Vanilla sex (especially missionary): He surprisingly has a soft side to himself and enjoys the connection and proximity this allows, only sometimes though.

Favorite position:

Doggy style: Of course his favorite position would be one where he can go as hard as he wants, without too much eye contact He enjoys it pretty rough usually and will give spanks very easily.

Oral skill:

I mean he definitely enjoys giving oral…now he would probably be better at it if he listened actively to feedback. All in all he can be pretty decent at it but that’s not his forte. He does genuinely enjoy eating pussy though.

Trivia:

Will randomly show signs of concern and ask if you’re okay during the act.

Does pack pretty well

He’s an everything guy. Boobs/Ass/Thighs/Back he genuinely is probably the straightest man that ever lived.

Abel 🌻 :

Inclination: Submissive/Service top

Turn ons:

Praise kink for suuuure : If you whisper a good praise in his ear at the right moment, you can most likely make him burst.

Cock ring: The faces he makes after being edged with a cock ring for a whole afternoon are truly a blessing from heaven.

Hair pulling: Don’t read this wrong, he would never pull your hair, he’s way to sweet for that. However, since you accidentally pulled on it once, you both realized it was something he was very much into. If you catch him off guard he will bless your ears with a sweet moan and you will feel him throb.

Biting: He’s neck is extremely sensitive. Just kissing it already sends shivers down his spine. If you suck on it he will start groaning and breathing heavily. And if you bite it he will straight up moan whether he wants to or not.

Unexpected kink:

Chocking: You were surprised when he expressed curiosity about this, you were scared at first but turns out he enjoys a little chocking here and there.

Wax play: He’s a very sensitive man, physically I mean. Especially to your touch. Temperature play was something you tested at some point with wax as there are countless candles all over the place in heaven, you used it spontaneously but turns out, he definitely enjoyed it.

Favorite position:

Cowgirl: Watching you bounce on him is something he could do all day every day. He loves sucking on your tits while fondling your ass. Seeing you moan and enjoy his member is a huge turn on for him.

Oral skill:

Definitely didn’t take from his dad, he’s great at it! He won’t stop until he’s sure you are satisfied but he will ask multiple times throughout if he’s doing good.

Trivia:

Sensitive neck

More submissive than dominant but if you press his buttons correctly, he will show a dominant side of him exceptionally.

Big dick but doesn’t realize how blessed he is.

Has come from just kissing before.

Husk 🐈‍⬛ :

Tendencies: Service top/Pleasure dom/Brat tamer

Turn ons:

Bratty behavior: He is the soft version of what Vox would do in terms of brat taming, he can be very firm and remind you who's in charge when needed, but he also knows when to reward you.

Expressive consent: The more respectful, the better! He loves when you're very expressive about how into it you are. His ultimate turn on to be honest.

Primal sex: He can get pretty caught up in the heat of the moment and get carried away, though he makes sure to give you some great aftercare after each time.

Unexpected kink:

 Uniforms: If you surprise his wearing a uniform you can be sure the response will be immediate and intense, even he doesn't know why it does that to him.

Favorite position:

69: Giving while receiving is his favorite thing. He can do it for hours but because he can get pretty intense, it's sometimes hard to keep up with his pace.

Oral skill:

Amazing skills, it’s like when the entree is so good you can’t even think of the main course anymore, thankfully he’s here to make sure you don’t fill yourself before then.

Trivia:

Wings are his weak spot

He's pretty vocal

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End note: I've realized that I ended up writing something rope related like at least 3 times, which is crazy cause it's not even my favorite, I guess it suits a lot of the Hazbin Men...

Now don't come at me for Valentino! I'm just joking (nah I meant it).

▢ adam ✦

- full of laughter -

Adam leans towards you with that usual cocky grin. It was wide, smug and so stupidly charismatic you kind of wanted to smack him and kiss him at the same time.

... he would be into that.

"Babe, you look at me any longer yer gonna burn holes into my face." He hums out, very aware of why you were staring at him. His hot looks, of course.

Rolling your eyes you reach out and flick his forehead, biting back the grin that threatened to spread when he cursed at you as he rubs his forehead with a glare.

"If only your dick was the size of your ego." You reply casually as you crawl closer to him on the couch.

"You're so fuckin' rude to me. Me. The man who loves your bitch ass." He grumbled out, hands immeditely finding their place on your hips the closer you got, amber eyes still narrowed at you pettily," be more grateful to the only person in the world who could love a face like yours, kay?"

You finally snorted in amusement, hands cupping each side of his face, his stubble scratching the skin of your palms," what are you talking about? I'm a fucking stud. I have multiple bad bitches lined up for when I break up with your clingy ass." You joke with a cheeky little grin.

Adam merely pouted at your words," man, fuck you." His hands squeeze your hips," the only way you're breaking up with me is when i die, by the way. You're fuckin stuck with me for eternity, babe. So your bad bitches will have to wait their turn, alright?"

A warm grin curled to your lips as your forehead presses to his, his words filing you with just pure adoration. Your lips gently brushed his," Ah, what a shame..." you hum lowly. Adam's patience seems to have waned because next thing you knew, your lips are molded together perfectly.

The moment your lips touch his, he makes a noise - half-laugh, half-choke, all dramatics - like you just caught him off guard despite the fact he leaned in first.

His hands slide around your waist with confidence and an extremely quiet ounce of care, fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of your shirt. Then they began to tap against the little patch of skin he manages to expose with his figeting. Didn't take you long before you realised he was tapping a song against your skin.

It's stupid. It's sweet. It's him.

You feel the smile against your mouth, that wide, shit-eating grin he always gets when he's enjoying something a little too much.

"What are you smiling like an idiot for?" you mutter against his lips before pulling back, hand brushing some of his brown hair from his face.

"Oh, you know," he says, voice dropping into something annoyingly soft for a guy who practically yells every word he speaks," just kissing my extremely sexy, extremely lucky partner - who, might I add, is definitely getting the better end of this whole arrangement."

A laugh escapes you, because of course he would say that.

"You're so dumb."

"Babe, I'm the first man. I'm literally historically significant."

You kiss him just to shut him up, but he merely makes a pleased hum like you just rewarded him for good behaviour.

▢ abel ✧

- honeyed and lazy -

"You good?" You asked Abel, giving him a small grin.

He blinked those yellow eyes at you, they were half-lidded but you could see the deer-in-headlights look within them," Im-... Yeah, totally. Extremely good." He gave you a cute grin, showing off the gap in his teeth," like premium-level good. Why wouldn't I be good?"

You raise a brow," Abel, you're talking like you just drank six espressos."

"Maybe I did."

"Dude, you can't even handle one espresso."

He groaned and rubbed his face with both hands," okay yeah fine. Im just... not great at being suave, alright?" He gestured his hands around before resting his cute face in the palm of his hand," Dad didn't exactly give me 'romantic charm' lessons growing up."

Laughing softly, bumping your shoulder against his," Good. Sauve isnt really my type, anyways."

His posture relaxed as he smiled at you lazily, his hand moving to poke your cheek," yeah? Then what is your type?"

You didn't have to answer that, he could see it in the way you looked at him. No judgement. No expectations. Just there, grounding him.

It made his chest all warm and fuzzy.

You merely exageratedly give your boyfriend an up-down before raising your eyebrows with that cheeky grin. That was the perfect answer.

He couldnt stop the flush from dusting pink across his round cheeks. He swallowed, eyes flitting to your lips before crossing over your entire face quickly.

You tilt your chin slightly, and invitingly as you hum out a gentle," you're thinkin' too hard~..."

"I think exactly the right amount." He pouted before he leaned in, cupping your cheeks the way he always kissed - with the unsure, soft reverance of someone who hadn't yet realised he was allowed to have nice things.

His thumbs gently brush your skin, his hands warm. His lips press to your cheek slowly, lazily. Then he dragged his mouth to your forehead, then along your jaw in an unhurried sweep. A smile ghosts against your skin at the way you shivered.

"You're doing that on purpose," you accused lightly.

"Hmm," he pretends to contemplate before smiling cutely," yeah, I am."

He finally found your lips, it was the kind of kiss that felt warm and syrupy. Gentle but deep enough that your breathing caught. Honeyed, slow, and absolutely intoxicating, the kind that left the both of you blushing.

He pulled back an inch, just a little dazed," hey... thanks for letting me be like this."

"You mean sweet?" You teased.

He snorts," I meant hopeless," he corrected, cheeks turning from pink to red," but... yeah. Sweet too, I guess."

You kiss his lips again before bumping your nose against his, whispering your next words like it was some world-ending secret," That's my type~"

He nearly combusted.

▢ sir pentious 𓆙

- coiling and yearning -

Pentious had always kissed you like he was rediscovering the concept each time—like every brush of his lips proved a theory he’d been working on for centuries. Even in his gleaming heaven form, that excitable brilliance of his remained, burning behind his eyes with every fluttering thought he never quite managed to keep inside.

You barely made it through the doorway of his workshop before he was on you. His gloves were still smudged with gold dust from whatever contraption he’d been building, and the second he saw you, his whole posture straightened with that endearing, overly-dramatic flare he never truly lost.

“Ah! My dearest!” he exclaimed as if he hadn’t seen you in years. “Perfect timing! I’ve just nearly perfected my- oh, come here—”

He tugged you forward by the waist, almost forgetting what he meant to say the moment his lips touched yours. Pentious kissed like a man starved for affection and overfed on emotion: warm, eager, and absolutely incapable of pacing himself. His mouth molded against yours in a slow, enamored pull, but he kept making soft, delighted noises every few seconds, like he was cataloging every reaction you gave him.

One of his hands slid up your back, drawing you impossibly closer, while his tail, still long and expressive even with its new divine sheen, coiled around your ankle in a possessive, absent-minded loop. He never seemed aware he did that. It was simply instinct, the way he anchored himself to you.

“Oh right uuuh,” he mumbled against your lips, as if the intensity was shocking him. “You have no idea how - mm - how distracting you are! I was just about to finalize the recalibration of the luminary coils-”

You laughed quietly, which only encouraged him. He tilted your chin up, kissing you again, more purposeful this time, like he was sealing a promise. Pentious always kissed you like you were the first variable that had ever gone right in his life.

You kissed him back, steady and grounding, matching his enthusiasm with your own kind of gentle firmness, the one thing capable of keeping him from spiraling into ten simultaneous thoughts. He melted into it instantly. He always did. For all his dramatics, he responded best to someone patient, someone who understood his momentum without letting it fling him into orbit.

His tail tightened in excitement. “Right, right, the invention!” he blurted suddenly, pulling back only half an inch, his nose still brushing yours. “You see, I-oh, you’re very distracting - hold on- just...just one more-”

He kissed you again before he even finished the sentence, hands cupping your jaw, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as if he was trying to memorize their texture through sheer devotion.

Eventually he forced himself to stop, chest heaving slightly, eyes bright behind his goggles. “I had a point, I swear I did.”

“You were talking about your luminary coils,” you reminded gently.

“YESSS! Exactly!” he said, triumphant as if he hadn’t just forgotten his entire train of thought because he liked the shape of your mouth too much.

▢ husk 🂱

- every kiss is a gamble -

Husk always kissed like every second might be his last. like he was betting his entire damn soul on the outcome.

Which, considering Hell, wasn’t exactly a stretch.

You found him hunched over the bar after closing, wings drooped, tail flicking in that irritated-but-trying-not-to-show-it way he did whenever he missed you but refused to say it out loud.

“Y’know,” you drawled, leaning on the counter beside him, “if you glare any harder at that glass, it’s gonna evaporate.”

He snorted without looking up. “Maybe that’d save me some money.”

“You don’t pay for drinks.”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

You laughed, sliding into his space because you knew he wouldn’t move away - he always pretended to be bothered, but his feathers puffed the second you got close. “Rough day?”

“Every day’s rough. I’m surrounded by moronic dipshits.” He paused, one ear flicking toward you, “Present company excluded… mostly.”

You bumped your shoulder against his. “Wooow, so sweet.” you cooed, fingers playing with the tufts of fur on his chest teasingly," do you have a crush on me or somethin'?"

“Don’t fuckin' start.” He rolled his eyes.

You leaned even closer, letting your breath tickle his ear. “Missed me?”

Husk stiffened. Then grumbled. Then stiffened again.

“Why’re you like this?”

“Suave charm. Can’t help it.”

He shot you a sideways look - narrowed eyes, half-smirk tugging at his lip. “You keep talkin’ like that, doll, and I’m gonna-”

“What?” you teased, cheeky grin curling to your lips, “Fold?"

He growled. Actually growled.

“Hell no. I don’t lose.”

And then he kissed you.

Fast. Decisive. Like you’d hit some hidden switch and he was done pretending he didn’t want you right then and there.

His hands were on you immediately. One gripping your hip, the other curling around the back of your neck, dragging you in until your knees bumped the barstool he’d abandoned. Husk kissed like someone starved, desperate, impatient in that addictive way that made your stomach flip. His lips moved against yours with a messy kind of hunger, like he was trying to kiss every thought out of your head before you could fire off another sarcastic jab.

You laughed into his mouth, which only made him kiss harder.

“Quit distractin’ me,” he muttered between breaths, biting your bottom lip just sharp enough to make your pulse spark.

“You started it.”

“And I’ll finish it.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, but deeper. Like once he got that first rush, he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to devour you or savor you. His tail curled around your calf, tugging you even closer. His feathers brushed your cheek, trembling with the effort of looking cool while absolutely failing.

His tongue slid against yours and he let out a low, helpless grunt - one that made your entire body flush.

You smirked against his lips. “You’re cute when you get all grabby.”

He pulled back just enough to glare, cheeks burning. “fuckin' cute? Seriously?” he sounded so unimpressed

“You’re adorable.”

“Shut up.”

He grabbed your chin and kissed you again, rougher. Every kiss was like spinning the wheel at a roulette table and whatever it landed on would be the way he kissed you.

You melted into him, hand sliding up to cup the side of his face. The moment your thumb brushed his cheekbone, he faltered. Just a little.

That tiny hesitation - soft, vulnerable, absolutely gone in a second - was your favorite part of him.

When you finally separated, both gasping, both flushed like you’d downed half a bottle of whatever he’d been drinking, Husk kept his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re trouble,” he muttered.

“And you love me.”

He huffed, wings ruffling.

“…Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Wanna kiss me again?” you asked innocently.

His blush deepened. “Doll... darlin’ - if you don’t stop, I’m gonna carry you to the back and-”

You grinned. “So that’s a yes.”