#helluvaverse

HE'S SO HIMBO I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!

This did poorly on Twitter so I'm posting it here instead.

Summary: Short little scenarios where you cuddle with a few of the Hazbin Hotel characters.

Contents: Fluff, lots of fluff, cuddles, allusions to smut, no actual smut

Adam

You were quick, way too damn quick. One second you're sitting next to him on the couch, and the next you're in his lap, arms wrapping around him as you snuggle up. "Whoa, what the fuck?" He questions, shifting beneath you in surprise, only for you to wrap your arms tighter around him. "What the hell are you doing? Are we about to bang?" You frown at him, slapping his hands away as they immediately reach out to your chest, his grin disappearing as quickly as it came.

"We're cuddling, Adam. You don't know what that is?" You correct him gently, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "No sex, just cuddles." He blinks in confusion, hands coming to rest on your hips, this movement much more chaste than his last attempted one.

"What do we do?" He asks, "This shit's confusing, babe."

You chuckle, a smile making its way onto your face. "We just snuggle, Adam, enjoy each other's company." You lean in, giving him a sweet kiss before you reach out to gently play with the soft, golden feathers of his wings. He hesitates in the unfamiliar territory, then he wraps you in his arms, pulling you closer as he begins to relax.

"This... is nice." He murmurs, leaning back with closed eyes. You have to admit, it's not very often you get to see this side of him; less cocky and more genuine, and it's wonderful. Maybe it'd be worth doing more cuddle attacks.

Abel

You woke with a long yawn, stretching as you opened your eyes to sunlight filtering in through the silk curtains of your shared bedroom. You tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down by a soft, golden wing, Abel bringing you closer. You let out another yawn, letting yourself give in to his grasp as he shuffled to wrap his arms around you.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." You murmured, voice soft as you greeted him, smiling at the sight of his messy blonde hair. He always looked so adorable in the mornings, never failing to make you melt at just the sight of him.

"I don't wanna get out of bed," he replied, his other wing coming to join in on keeping you trapped on the bed, and his arms. "Can't we just cuddle all day?" He asked sleepily, "I promise I'll give you all the kisses you want if you let us." Honestly, it wasn't something you were opposed to, but unfortunately, you still had stuff to do and errands to run.

"How about this," you smiled, kissing his forehead, "if you get out of bed, I'll give you all the kisses you want. Is it a deal?" He returned your smile, leaning in and kissing you.

"It's a deal if you add pancakes to the arrangement." He grinned, wings moving to let you free. "Oh! Can we put blueberries in them, too?"

God, you loved him.

Vox

"Why are you mad at me?" He interrogated, voice sharp with annoyance as he poured himself a glass of whiskey in his office. You shot him a glare before looking back down at your phone, scrolling through your social media feed. He rolled his eyes, leaning over your shoulder. "What are you looking at that's more important than me?"

"Velvette posted a new photo," you answered plainly, "she looks good in it." Then you went back to scrolling, continuing to ignore him. If he wanted to do the same to you with whatever the fuck he did around Hell, then so would you. Two could play at that game.

"Vox!" You hissed as your phone went black, eyes shooting up to scowl at the demon in question, who had just quite possibly electrocuted your phone beyond repair. "Do you know how expensive that was!?" You growled, earning yet another roll of eyes from him.

"I'll buy you a new one that's actually worth something," He retorted snidely, walking over to his swivel chair and sitting down. He spread out his arms, inviting you to come to him. "Let's cuddle," he smirked, "it's clear you want attention, even if you're acting like a bitch to get it." You let out a small rebellious 'hmph' before taking his offer, sitting in his lap.

One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as his other hand threaded itself through your hair, absentmindedly playing with it. You relaxed, leaning into him, your head coming to rest on his chest. "I hate you." You mumble defiantly, with no real malice in your voice.