THREE’S A CROWD

Fiery Familiarity - Part 3

hey guys!! sorry it took longer than i expected to get this part out, i’ve been busy at work lol. also i realized i forgot literally like 3 paragraphs at the end of part 2 ;; they’re there now and they’re not crazy important but it’s something lol. enjoy part 3!!

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prologue | part 1 | part 2 | part 4

You resorted to carrying Toph, having her bend through the ground to tunnel closer to the camp. You stumbled out and fell to the ground, holding her defensively to shield her from more harm. “Katara, we need some help over here!”

“Toph, Y/n! What happened?” Katara cried, crouching at Toph’s side.

“My feet got burned!”

“Oh no, what happened?”

Toph’s sass started to come back, “I just told you, my feet got burned.”

Katara glared, “I meant how.”

Toph hesitated, “Well… We kind of went to see Zuko last night.”

“You WHAT?!” Aang yelled.

“Zuko?!” Katara cried incredulously.

Sokka let out a noise before Toph continued, “I thought he could be helpful to us.” Katara began to heal her feet. “And if I talked to him, maybe we could work something out.”

“So he attacked you?” Sokka asked.

“Well, he did, and he didn’t. It was sort of an accident.”

Aang had to ask, “But he did firebend at you?”

Toph sighed, reluctantly responding, “yes.”

Sokka started again, “See? You trusted Zuko, and you got burned. Literally!”

You needed to say something. “It wasn’t all his fault, Sokka! He was asleep and thought we were someone coming to ambush him. He tried to apologize, but she’d already been hurt.”

“It’s gonna take a while for your feet to get better,” she paused her healing, putting her water away. “I wish I could have worked on them sooner.”

“Yeah, me too,” Toph grumbled.

“Zuko’s clearly too dangerous to be left alone. We’re gonna have to go after him.”

You stopped listening as Aang and Sokka spoke, choosing to help support Toph and carry her to the fountain for some rest. But of course, you couldn’t get a moment's rest, as an explosion sounded moments later.

You all panicked, grabbing Toph protectively.

“Stop!” You all turned as you heard Zuko’s voice. “I don't want you hunting the Avatar anymore! The mission is off. I'm ordering you to stop.” Zuko tried to block Combustion Man, only to get shoved aside as he let off another explosion even closer to you.

You watched in vain as Zuko tried to stop him. When Combustion Man turned, you felt like everything went in slow motion. Your heart stopped as the explosion pushed Zuko off the ledge, you couldn’t help the scream you let out.

“Zuko!”

Sokka forced you down behind the fountain, only letting you back up once the explosion passed. You almost cried in relief when you saw Zuko had managed to catch himself on the roots hanging between the rocks.

As Aang and Katara used their bending to shield the group, you helped Sokka carry Toph behind the pillars as fast as possible.

“He's going to blast this whole place right off the cliff side!”

Katara tries to peek out, only for another explosion to set off, “I can't step out to waterbend at him without being blown up and I can't get a good enough angle on him from down here.”

You see Sokka’s eyes light up, “I know how to get an angle on him!” He grabs his boomerang, watching before aiming and winding up. “Alright buddy, don't fail me now!”

The boomerang whips into the distance and you hear Sokka cheer as it hits Combustion Man in the forehead. He tries to set off an explosion, but it backfires, and he only succeeds in blowing himself up along with a whole pillar of the air temple. You watch with bated breath, only releasing it when you see Zuko climbing up the root and onto stable ground.

You wait with the others as Zuko makes his way to you.

Aang looks up, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but… Thanks, Zuko.”

Sokka poses as he speaks up, “hey, what about me? I did the boomerang thing.”

“Listen, I know I didn't explain myself very well yesterday, I've been through a lot in the last few years, and it's been hard. But I'm realizing that I had to go through all those things to learn the truth. I thought I had lost my honor, and that somehow my father could return it to me.” He paused, looking down before continuing. “But I know now that no one can give you your honor. It's something you earn for yourself, by choosing to do what's right. All I want to do now is play my part in ending this war, and I know my destiny is to help you restore balance to the world.”

Aang’s face softened with those words, and you could feel hope rising in your chest at the sight.

Zuko turns to Toph, “I'm sorry for what I did to you.” He gave her a bow, “It was an accident. Fire can be dangerous and wild, so as a firebender, I need to be more careful and control my bending, so I don't hurt people unintentionally.”

You could tell that hit Aang in the heart, the memories of his first attempt rushing to the surface as his eyes widened and he looked down in quiet contemplation. He looked up, “I think you are supposed to be my firebending teacher. When I first tried to learn firebending, I burned Katara, and after that, I never wanted to firebend again. But now I know you understand how easy it is to hurt the people you love.” Aang bows to Zuko, “I'd like you to teach me.”

Zuko smiles, bowing back. “Thank you. I'm so happy you've accepted me into your group.”

“Not so fast. I still have to ask my friends if it's okay with them.” Aang turns to Toph, “Toph, you're the one that Zuko burned. What do you think?”

She grins, pounding her fist to get palm jokingly, “Go ahead and let him join. It'll give me plenty of time to get back at him for burning my feet.”

Aang smiles and looks at you, “Y/n?”

You hesitate, looking into Zuko’s eyes as you speak. “I know that there is good in his heart. He deserves a chance to show it. He’s the best shot you have at learning firebending.”

Aang nods, looking to the left, “Sokka?”

Sokka shrugs, “Hey, all I want is to defeat the Fire Lord. If you think this is the way to do it, then, I'm all for it.”

Aang nods once more, looking at the final person. “Katara?”

You watch sweat roll down Zuko’s face, a look of pure hope and fear in his eyes. She glares as she speaks, “I'll go along with whatever you think is right.”

Tension bleeds from Zuko’s shoulders as he steps forward. “I won't let you down! I promise!”

You carry Toph as the group bleeds out of the area, watching as Sokka tells Zuko to grab his things.

You hear Sokka calling to Zuko, something about lunch, after he shows him to his new room. As he slips out of the room, you watch Sokka turn to Aang and say, “Okay, this is really, really weird.”

You slot yourself behind a pillar, watching silently as Zuko pulls a photo out of his bag. You stay quiet for a moment as you watch his thumb rub against it. You see Katara lean against the doorway, his head whipping up as he feels her eyes on him. He stands as she begins to speak.

“You might have everyone else here buying your... transformation, but you and I both know you've struggled with doing the right thing in the past.” You watch as she walks toward him, standing inches from his face as she sneers, “So let me tell you something, right now. You make one step backward, one slip-up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Aang, and you won't have to worry about your destiny anymore. Because I'll make sure your destiny ends... right then and there. Permanently.”

You watch as hurt blooms on his face, his eyes wide and sad as he watches her leave. You hide behind the pillar as she slams the door. You wait until her footsteps and mumbled curses subside before you approach the door.

You knock on the door softly, “...Zuko?”

You hear shuffling before the door opens, a disheartened look on his face.

“Have you come to give me a piece of your mind, too?”

Your eyes softened before you shook your head. “Can I come in?”

He watched you with an indiscernible look before he stepped to the side and opened the door, giving you more than enough room to step inside. You slid in, taking a deep breath before you spoke up, “I’m sorry for Katara’s… outburst. I’m sure you can understand it comes from a place of love for her friends, but her protective nature comes out more threatening than it needs to.”

He looks down, “No, she has every right to be angry. After the things I’ve done, what my nation put them through… I don’t blame her for being mad at me.”

You nodded sadly, trying to find something else to take his attention off of the past. Your eyes lit up as you looked down at the bed, “Is that your uncle Iroh?”

His eyes snapped to meet yours, “I… Yes, it is.”

You picked it up gently, studying the painting. “Tell me about him.”

You could feel Zuko’s eyes studying you, but when you turned to meet his eyes, they were focused on the photo. “He is… the closest thing to a real father that I’ve ever known. He stood by me, no matter how childish, stubborn, or foolish I was. He cared for me in a way that my father never could. He is crazy and wise and tea obsessed, but I wouldn’t have made it this far without him. He loved and supported me, and I still couldn’t see it. I just wish I could go back and make things right.”

You studied his face as he spoke, awed at how beautifully he’d grown into himself. The sharp cut of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, the way his hair fell perfectly, long enough but somehow not in his eyes. And his eyes, Spirits, his eyes shined like gold, even in the muted sun. He looked ethereal. You could still see the youth in his face, just the slightest bit of softness left in his cheeks even with how active he was. You could see how the years had worn him down, his face full of worry lines even at 16. Even his scar, the skin now healed and rough, his left eye permanently squinted just so. He was perfect.

You realized he stopped speaking, looking at you with a sadness in his eyes you couldn’t bare. You traced the edge of Iroh’s portrait softly as you whispered, “You really love him, don’t you?”

Zuko inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as he searched your face. He smiled almost imperceptibly, “I guess I do.”

You held your breath, wanting so badly to hug him, reassure him that Iroh would forgive him, that everything would be okay… but you didn’t know him that well, not anymore. So you settled for a reassuring hand on his shoulder as you handed the portrait back. “The next time you see him, tell him. I’m sure he feels the same.”

You paused for a moment before slipping your hand away, beginning to trail towards the door. His raspy voice made you pause.

“What was your name again?”

You stopped in your tracks, inhaling sharply before casting a glance over your shoulder. “Y/n.”

You walked out before you could see his reaction.

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omg… could we get an astarion x reader where the reader is gale’s apprentice? she’s extremely studious and focused on her learning of magic (as gale teaches her to be) and because gale took her on as a young girl she’s never had her first kiss (much less her first time) bc she’s been so focused on her academics… mwahahahahah 😈

notes: reader’s gender isn’t mentioned, but Astarion does call you “little”! (Edit; part 2)

rating: M

words: 1.8k

pairing: astarion x reader

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“We hope to see you soon!” calls the cashier from behind the desk, waving amicably as you leave with your arms laden with scrolls and books. You manage a smile over your shoulder, no hand free to return the kind gesture.

“I’m sure you will!” you reply. This is true. Gale has probably spent a small fortune at Sorcerous Sundries, and - with the amount of time he’s been spending with Tav recently - supply runs have fallen to you. Not that you particularly mind. It’s nice to get into the city and get away from your mentor and the de facto leader of your group making heart eyes at each other from across the camp. It’s wonderful that he’s found someone (gods know that he deserves it after all that Mystra business) but he doesn’t have to be so bloody nauseating about it.

You wait for a cart to pass, readjust your hold on the pile, and head across the road. You’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t hear your name being called for a second and barrel on ahead - it’s only when you become aware of footsteps approaching that you turn.

Astarion isn’t jogging to catch you, exactly. He’s far too precious for that. But he has increased his speed to close the gap, that little smile on his face which you know can only spell trouble.

“Well, fancy running into you, my dear. Isn’t chance a fine thing?” he purrs. You raise an eyebrow.

“What, you fortuitously meeting me at the only store I ever seem to go to?”

He doesn't reply to that, instead putting a hand on his hip and cocking his head.

“It can be dangerous for a little thing like you to walk around a big city alone. Never know who might take advantage.”

He flashes his fangs with his smile, and you swear your cheeks don’t start to burn.

“I know the route back to camp perfectly well…”

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I join you then? Let me help with those books, they seem to be rather precariously perched.”

You take a moment to look him over. He’s got muscle, of course, you’ve seen him with his shirt off at camp, but you’re certain it’s all for show – you are definitely stronger than he is. Being Gale’s glorified pack mule means you have to be. But, suppressing a smile, you press half of your haul into the elf’s waiting arms and chuckle when he stumbles under the unexpected weight.

“You could suggest to your mentor that he gets into a little more light reading,” he mutters, and that makes you laugh properly. He seems pleased with himself for that. Well, more pleased with himself than he usually is, anyway - so you find yourself walking through the city streets with his company. 

And it’s… nice. You’ve never been sure what to make of Astarion. He’s a bit too cunning for your usual taste in companion, but there can be no doubt that he’s competent. He travels the city streets with a familiar ease, and when he goes to turn down an alleyway mid-conversation, you almost follow him without thinking.

Almost.

“The thing is I’m sure he eats them, but – what are you doing back there? Keep up, I won’t wait for you,” he says, waiting for you. You shuffle awkwardly, and he reads your face without you having to say a word.

“Come now, I’m not going to bite you. Not unless you want me to,” there’s that damned grin again. You harrumph, knowing full well that’s exactly why you hesitated, but not wanting to show weakness in front of him. Nothing that he can use against you. You scuttle along until you make up the distance, and fall back in step.

Soon it’s just the two of you. The city noise dies down and the sound of your boots echoes in tandem with his. He has you completely alone. He could do whatever he wanted with you. You know he wouldn’t, of course, but… you’d be lying if you said the idea didn’t thrill you, just a tiny bit.

Astarion lets out a laugh.

“Your blood’s started pumping faster. Tell me, little mage, is something making your heart pound?”

Oh, right. Vampire. The bastard is uncannily attuned to these things.

“No!” you say, quickly, but there’s not much fire behind it, no real sincerity. His lip quirks. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you know. It’s alright to feel desire. Gale doesn’t seem to take very good care of you, after all…”

That makes you stick your tongue out and gag. You totally ignore the first part of that sentence and spit:

“Eurgh, Gale? Absolutely not! He’s like my brother. We’ve known each other since… well, for as long as I can remember, honestly,” you say. And it’s true. You love him, of course, but not like that. Maybe you’re a bit jealous of Tav but only because they’re taking up so much of his time. You’re desperate to have another magic lesson. It feels like it’s been ages since he’s taught you anything, and you’ve been somewhat demoted to his personal assistant rather than his student. You can’t be too upset, though. He does have that tadpole in his head, so things are probably a lot more pressing to him than teaching you how to properly refine your Fireball spell. 

Astarion sees how introspective you’ve become. You have a habit of chewing on your lip when you’re lost in thought, and he’s become quite partial to it. It’s… sweet. Secretly he’s become quite partial to you. You’re endearing, bullheadedly stubborn, but sincere and enthusiastic. A bright spark in a dark world and he is drawn to you, whether he wants to be or not. 

He’s harbouring something for you, and doesn’t quite want to admit what that might be. So he teases. 

“You really do take up all of your time with studying, don’t you?”

You shrug as much as you can beneath your armful of books. 

“Wouldn’t you, if you had the best tutor around? Wouldn’t you want to learn every single thing you possibly could?”

“All that time squirrelled away over a spell book. I wonder if you’ve ever even been kissed.”

You stop dead. Ah, he thinks. Got you. 

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you snap, but you know your voice wobbles a little. A bit of a sore spot if you’re honest. Seeing Gale and Tav has made you realise that, actually, maybe there is something you long for. Something more. 

“Ahh, so you haven’t. There’s no shame in that, little mage.”

Your cheeks are burning. You can’t look him in the eye. Thank the gods the two of you are alone, you wouldn’t want anyone to see you so flabbergasted. 

“I’m… you’re…” you struggle to find words to adequately express how you feel. Furious. Embarrassed? A whole tide of things all at once, rooting you to the ground. 

He walks closer. If he was living, you’d be able to feel the heat coming off of him. He puts his pile of books on the top of a part-built wall, then takes yours to do the same. You don’t resist. 

“Would you like to be kissed?”

You manage to drag your eyes up from the ground to meet his gaze, searching it for any hint of insincerity. He is teasing you, a bit, but… his eyes are surprisingly soft. 

He means it. 

And before you can think it over, you nod. 

His lips are soft. Far softer than you expected for a vampire. His kiss gently presses your mouth open, allowing for a lithe and curious swipe of his tongue. You eagerly accept it, voice catching in your throat a little in a half-rendered moan. 

He tastes like mint. It’s fresh. It’s sweet. 

You want more. 

Carefully you put a hand on either one of his biceps, a gentle test of the muscle there. It might be only for show, but it’s firm enough for you to enjoy how it feels in your grip. You sense him smile against your mouth and deepen the kiss, running his fingers up the length of your arm until he can cup your face; grip the back of your head.

When he walks you back to press up against the alleyway wall, you trust him; and when he hooks your collar down with a single long finger, exposing your neck, that half-moan comes back with full force. 

“That’s it,” he sighs, feather-light, “let me hear you, you sweet thing.”

His mouth leaves yours in order to kiss a long line down your jugular. His teeth ghost the skin there, but he never threatens to bite. 

Not unless you want me to. 

You find yourself trusting him absolutely. His tongue flicks against your pulse and you thrust your hips forward inadvertently. It’s an impulse. An instinct. But it has an impact, and you hear Astarion catch his breath just a bit. 

“Where have you been hiding all this?” he asks, gravel filling his voice as you thread your fingers into his hair. 

“Maybe you never gave me a reason to show it to you.”

He seems to like that answer, so when he slips his leg between yours, presses his thigh up to your sex… gods, you start to rock against him without a second thought. 

It’s good. It feels good. Good in a way only your own hands have ever made you feel, late at night, beneath your bedroll with fucking Astarion, Astarion, Astarion running through your head. 

“Look at you. All desperate for me. What do you want me to do, little mage? Where do you want me to touch?”

You take his hand and guide it down your body, yes gods yes to the apex of your legs, and —

Greetings! Hope I’m not catching you at a bad moment, but need those books at camp ASAP. Do let me know when you’ll be back!

Gale’s Sending is like a cold bucket of ice through your body, and you freeze under Astarion’s ministrations. The moment is utterly shattered. A hand on his chest moves him away and he acquiesces, confused but not pushing back. 

“Hello Gale,” you sigh out loud, letting the elf know the reason for the interruption. “Will be back as soon as possible. Not too far from the camp now. Sorry for the delay. Got a little… held up.”

And then you’re just standing there. In an alley. With Astarion. And you feel very silly all of a sudden, very small. Once again your eyes drop to the floor and you start grabbing the books, quickly, anything to distract you from how humiliated you feel. You’re not sure if it’s because you let yourself give into him so easily or if it’s because you didn’t want him to stop — and you’re a bit terrified at how far you’d have let him go. 

“I’ll see you at camp,” you manage to stutter out, before practically running away. 

Astarion watches you go. Your departure stings. 

GOD THIS IS ACURATE!!! i have literal stacks of dozens of books to read, but im more interesting in this reid rn <3

I have the entire twilight saga and 3 bridgerton books that are untouched but i have read every spencer reid fan fic i can find on here

dammnnn this is fuckin good, i gotta come back when this gets updated!!

Jolt of Love (Part 1)

Husk x Fem! Overlord! Reader x Angel Dust

Hazbin Hotel Fluff/Drama

Synopsis: You’re madly in love with your two partners but the strain on Angel from work is becoming to much. Husk knows you’ll do something reckless with or without him so he stays behind to care for Angel in case something happens. It’s been a while since you switched your flip but maybe it’s time for you to remind Hell why you’re an overlord.

Tw: Polyamorous relationship, reader is a hacker w/ electrokenisis powers, Alastor stirring drama, Angel and Husk getting mad at you, Hacking/Theft, cursing, etc…

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Dawn was barely breaking over Pentagram City, the start of another hellish day was just beginning. Your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks with each lazy blink you made, the room was dark and the soft snores of your partners filled your ears. To your left was Husk, grumbling in his sleep with his eyebrows furrowed angrily like always. To your right was Angel, the tear stains of last night’s nightmare still evident on his cheeks. You sighed and slowly sat up to stretch your tired bones and muscles, your fierce (e/c) gaze focused on the nearby clock.

“Almost show time.”, you smirked, the energy of your demonic powers slowly slipping free causing a distortion in the room.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, your emotions were getting the better of you but you knew that no matter what you couldn’t allow your emotions to blind you from your goal today. You had an TV interview later today with the one and only Vox, this was your chance to make some noise.

“Hey you three breakfast is ready!”, Charlie’s voice called from the door, “Come down when you’re ready!”

You smiled to the sound of her chipper voice, “Husk, wake up honey.”, you mumbled against his cheek gently placing kisses into his fur while he started to stir awake. Although still asleep a deep purr started to sound from his throat the more you kissed him. A soft laugh spilled from your lips in amusement, now you were onto Angel. You turned and pulled Angel into a deep embrace gently squeezing him and calling his name, “Mmm five more minutes.”, he groaned in his sleep.

“Wake up sleepy boy, we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”, you teased tickling his sides, a contagious fit of laughter erupted from Angel’s chest. He flailed so much that he was stealing the blankets from right under you.

Husk chuckled watching you two fall off the bed in a mess of limbs and blankets, “Guess I’ll just eat your food then!”, you cheered standing up and rushing out of the room.

You could hear Angel yelling for you to come back but you were already half way down the hallway. Eventually they both joined you downstairs in the dining hall, Husk brought your pajama pants that you’d forgotten and Angel brought his brush to comb out your wild hair into something more manageable. Charlie happily squealed from her side of the table watching you three be so sweet and loving to each other.

“Good morning all, what a fine day we’re having.”, Alastor cheered upon entering the room.

Your left eye twitched at the sight of him, without a doubt he knew about your meeting today hopefully he’d be kind enough to keep it to himself. Sadly Alastor was kind, he liked to stir up trouble and you were a cesspool of it.

“(Y/n) dear, I heard an unfavorable rumor that you’ll be guest starring on Vox’s show tonight! A bit unfair that you couldn’t bless my radio show with your presence first.”, Alastor grinned watching your two partners tense up to the news.

You glared at Alastor and sent a quick jolt of electricity his way from your hand, he dodged into the shadows his maniacal laughter echoing in the room. “Shit.”, you cursed feeling the worried gazes of your lovers.

“Out now!”, Husk ordered everyone out, now you were stuck alone with him and Angel.

You let out a heavy sigh and waited for the argument to begin, usually it was Husk that would argue with you over something like this but to your surprise Angel spoke up first. “An interview with Vox, (Y/n) are you insane? The Vees are some of the most influential demons in Hell, one wrong move and they’ll erase you from existence!”, Angel yelled, his two lower hands reaching to hold your face so you’d look at him, the other pair moving wildly in correlation to his words.

“Look I know it’s a surprise but I wasn’t planning on telling you two until I was done. There’s just something I gotta do with the Vees and then after that I swear I’m never going after them again.”

“Going after them? Going after them! (Y/n) you’re a receptionist for a hotel! You don’t understand what you’re getting yourself into!”, Angel panicked, “Whatever you’re planning on doing you better stop!”

You frowned at Angel, the light leaving your eyes while you glared at him with a murderous look, “I’m doing what I have to and neither of you can stop me.”, you growled.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed and then what? Why even risk going to Voxtec if you’ll just die?”, Angel continued yelling, growing angrier by second by your sudden change in attitude.

“There’s more to me than you know sweetheart, if I die than I die, at least you two will still have each other.”

Tears spilled down Angel’s cheeks, worry and fear coursing through his veins. You wanted to offer him a hug but instead you received a well deserved slap to the face. You didn’t stumble or fall back, you accepted the momentary pain while Angel stormed off in a fit, “I’ll never forgive you if you fucking die!”, he screamed before leaving back to the room.

You looked down at your feet, anger bubbling in your veins. Husk watched you curse out your frustrations and pace around, “Angel’s worried…he doesn’t know you like I do. (Y/n), love, what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”, Husk asked softly, hugging you from behind.

His forehead pressed gently on your back just between your shoulder blades. You let out another angry breath and looked up at the ceiling trying to keep your tears from spilling. “I-I know he’s mad. I know it…but I wouldn’t be risking this if it wasn’t for a good reason. I’m just trying to make sure you’ll both be okay.”, you choked out.

Husk listened closely to your words, trying to figure out what you meant. “Listen sweetheart, I love the both of you, it’s been a long time since I loved anything really. Being with you and Angel has made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I want to go to Heaven with both of you no matter what. So please understand that we’re scared, we’re scared of losing you, you make us whole. So please don’t go doing anything reckless in what seems like a trap.”, Husk pleaded softly with you.

He could feel you going limp in his arms, “I know what I’m doing Husk, we’ll get to heaven I promise. J-Just go check on Angelcakes for me. Give him a kiss for me and I promise I’ll be home tonight.”

Husk allowed you to turn around and look at him, your eyes begged him to trust you and although he was scared he knew better than to not believe in his girl. He pulled out a single card from his deck and used his powers to charge it up, “If you need this then use it, it’s my lucky card. It’s gotten me out of a few bad spots before. I hope it’ll be just as lucky for you. You better come home…I love you.”, Husk hummed softly cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Love ya too, Whiskers, tell Angel I love him and I promise I’ll be home tonight.”, you smiled weakly watching him leave to comfort Angel.

Now alone in the room an electrical spark glowed in your cold eyes, “Showtime.”, you mumbled to yourself.

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“(Y/n)! Welcome to Voxtec, Vox at your service such a pleasure to meet you my dear.”, Vox welcomed you with great enthusiasm.

Confidently taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, you quickly took your hand back and forced a sweet smile. “The pleasure’s all mine. I hope you don’t mind my sunglasses, my eyes are hypersensitive and the tower is just so bright that I’m a bit overwhelmed.”, you lied.

Vox gave you a questioning look and smiled reassuring you that it was all right by him. He couldn’t tell yet but the moment you stepped into the building you were already working on what you’d came to do. The electrical virus in your body was slowly pulsing from the (f/c) soles of your shoes hacking into the Voxtec systems secretly while you distracted its CEO. Vox lead you down to the tv studio where more and more computers and systems were for you to hack into.

“Wow it’s so advanced down here. How do you keep up with it all?”, you gasped in awe.

Vox smiled seeing how mesmerized you were, “My abilities give me limitless access and power to any device in my possession. With my tv broadcasting I also possess any technology my show is showed on. I’m an overlord afterall but you probably aren’t used to someone as powerful as me.”, he chuckled taking his seat behind his desk.

You sat on the couch next to him and smiled, your eyes rapidly scrolling through all of the coding appearing in your glasses. Vox noticed the (f/c) glowing tattoos running down the side of your legs and smiled seeing how little your clothes covered you.

“You’ve got a pretty sexy style for a receptionist of a hotel. Never would’ve expected a sweet thing like you to have tattoos.”, Vox chuckled, you shared a little playful giggle with him and stuck your leg out straight in the air.

“Just a tight black dress and a huge oversized jacket, simple but elegant enough to pass as an outfit. I was born with these tattoos, I like to show them off when I’m not dressed like a school teacher.”, you giggled.

Vox smiled at you and readied himself for the interview, the cameras were set and the audio team was ready to roll. The countdown began and in just a few short seconds Vox was live with you as the special guest star of the show.

“Top of the hour and we’re welcoming a very special guest star to the show today. The innocent and beautiful receptionist of the Hazbin Hotel, welcome (y/n)!”, Vox cheered for the camera.

You smiled at him giving a sweet wave to the camera, “Now (Y/n) let’s get right into it, how did you end up being part of such a delusional project?”, Vox asked condescendingly.

You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses and faked a laugh, “As delusional as it might seem the purpose of the Hazbin Hotel is a deep passion project aided by several powerful souls. You should pay a visit we could probably help you with your attitude.”, you teased with a cocky smile.

Vox faked a laugh, his left eye beginning to glow with his hypnotic energy. You smiled knowing full well that you’d be safe from his abilities thanks to your own. “I’ll think about it dear, now tell us about the people you work with. I’m sure it’s not easy having to deal with the scum of hell in that hotel.”

“Oh it’s never boring thats for sure love, we have our two founders. Our hotel manager, our bartender, our housekeeper, our facility manager, and of course all the new guests that we’ve been getting since extermination day was cancelled.”, you sounded so bubbly and sweet all while your powers wildly surged through VoxTec Enterprises.

Vox seemed annoyed with that answer, what he wanted was something to use against you. He wanted to publicly defame the hotel by involuntarily using you.

“Then let’s talk about them shall we, the Founders what are they like?”, he smiled, playing with his cup of coffee.

The coding in your glasses was all running smoothly, you were peacefully copying data and changing passwords and security measures for everything that belonged to the Vees.

Purchases and shipments cancelled!

“I’m not ready for an early second death so I won’t bother mentioning Lucifer, he might hang me.”, you giggled knowing full well he’d never do that, “Princess Charlie is a sweet lil thing, funny and a bit ditsy and always trying to sing her way through the day. She’s got a big heart full of hope for every soul in hell regardless if they believe in her or not. She’s a good apple with a lot of room to learn.”

The live feed of responses behind Vox lit up with comments both sweet and hateful but you didn’t mind. You quickly hacked the livestream just to allow only positive comments to flood in. Vox, growing more and more annoyed by the second, let out an anxious huff.

Comment thread hacked!

“Th-That’s great and all, any weaknesses you could think of about her?”, Vox continued to pry.

You faked a pondering expression, tapping your pointer finger against your lips with a hum, “Caring to much? Yeah caring to much, and her girlfriend of course. Never want to get on Vaggie’s bad side physical therapy days with her are rough.”

Passwords changed!

“Oh and then there’s Husk, greatest bartender in Hell, I’ll fight you on that if you try to argue with me.”, you laughed noticing Vox grow more and more agitated the more you talked.

Bank funds transferred, accounts locked!

“Best bartender to talk to when you got a problem! Love that sweet grumpy cat to death. Then there’s Nifty the Maid, she’s…she’s something. Trust me you don’t wanna know about her she’s got issues.”

Social media accounts hacked and locked!

Vox was beginning to glitch, his emotions were getting the best of him while he subconsciously tried to fight off your virus. His fake smile slowly curling into an annoyed scowl, “W-Well you sure got alot of good things to say about the Hotel huh? So sweet just like everyone says.”, Vox groaned.

Company titles and ownership transferred!

All of your hard work was paying off everything was going so well, you just needed one last thing.

“Surely you don’t have anything to say about that old fool Alastor. That fossil is so out of touch with modern life that he just hides away in a recording studio all day!”, Vox cackled trying to stir some sort of emotion from you.

Company stock value dropping, buying all shares and stocks with transferred funds now!

You let your smile drop pretending to be offended by his words, “Alastor is a difficult guy I’ll give you that. Frankly I don’t know if he actually cares about the Hotel or not but he is pretty reliable.”, you huffed.

Anti-Vox data virus ready to launch!

Vox smiled seeing how he finally got a reaction out of you. He hated Alastor and would gladly use you to ruin his image in any way possible. “Don’t you think having someone like that on staff diminishes the value of the Hotel? Surely a powerful overlord like Alastor doesn’t actually believe any of you can accomplish this silly little goal. It’s just laughable really.”

Your smile quickly returned along with a hearty laugh that left your stomach hurting, Vox didn’t appreciate you laughing at him! Small blue sparks started firing off from the back of his head, the lights slowly flickering in the building.

“You’re so bothered by Alastor, pretty insecure about your rival there huh?”, you teased asking your own questions now.

Vox growled at you ready to end the interview then and there but you knew better then to back down. “Heard through the grapevine that you and Alastor had a little fight a couple years back, I heard he wiped the floor with you.”

“Now listen here little lady you-“

“You must’ve been so sad without him being active for seven years and now he doesn’t even give you the time of day. So sad how replaceable you are.”, you giggled, more sparks shooting off from behind Vox’s head.

Data corruption ready to launch!

“You’ve got some nerve talking to me like that!”, Vox screamed standing up and slamming his hands against the desk.

You smiled ready to do what you do best, “You wanna fuck Alastor so bad it makes you look stupid.”, you hissed watching his left eye burn red with his hypnotic gaze.

“Alastor is weak and useless!”

Virus launching in 3…

“But wouldn’t that make you weaker then him? You haven’t even beaten him in a fight yet.”

2…

Vox growled, pulling a gun from his belt and aiming right at you, “That’s it you’re dead!”

1…virus data download complete and initiated!

The cords connected to the back of Vox’s head started glowing with a bright (f/c) current of electricity. He was to blinded by his rage to notice the virus going right into his head, you held his screen in pain feeling himself short circuit. His screen went blue, coding appearing and detailing the reason for his reset, your virus had made it in. Without meaning to he caused a blackout throughout the city leaving it clouded in darkness.

“You want it to stop then you need to give me something.”, your voice cold and murderous as you kicked the spasming demon down onto the floor.

“Wh-what did you do?”, Vox growled up at you.

You smiled and squatted down next to him, your once completely black outfit was now glowing (f/c) along the trim. Your tattoos along your body now glowing with your clothes, “You’ve got alot to learn little overlord, you may be powerful but you aren’t ready to play with the big boys yet. Now call you little boy toy here or I’ll make you regret ever dying a sinner.”, you warned lifting up your glasses so he could see the electricity surging in your (e/c) eyes.

Vox gasped recognizing the symbol in your demonic eyes, you were an overlord just like him but far stronger and more dangerous than all the Vees combined.

“Y-You…you’re the Cyberwar Demon, but you’re supposed to be dead!”, Vox gasped, feeling another jolt your virus course through his body.

You smiled at him in amusement, “Alastor’s not the only one who disappeared for seven years, I just did a better job hiding that I was back. Now gather the Vees before I make you my fucking puppet.”

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On the other side of the City the demons in the Hazbin Hotel were all panicking, not because of the black out but for your safety. Although the interview was amusing to watch the moment the tv turned off everyone’s stomachs dropped.

“We need to go get her! We need to go get her now, they’ll kill her.”, Angel panicked already running towards the door in a hurry.

Husk sighed and reached for Angel’s wrist with his tail, “Angel stop. She’s gonna be okay, you’ve gotta have faith in her.”

Husk could see the fear in Angel’s eyes. Panic, worry, guilt, all those bad emotions were getting the best of him. “Husk…I told her I’d hate her. I didn’t even tell her goodbye before she left, if she dies I-I don’t think I could handle it.”, Angel stumbled over his words.

Husk let out a defeated sigh and nodded his head, “I get that but for now all we can do is believe in her. I know she’s coming home, we’ve just gotta wait for her.”

Husk offered Angel a tight hug before he felt the others joining in to help ease both his and Angel’s worries.

“She’ll make it back, I know she will.”, Charlie smiled.

Angel looked to the front door, letting a shaky breath fall from his lips, “I-I sure hope so.”, he whimpered. Husk followed Angel’s gaze, worry slowly starting to build up in his own heart now that you were on your own.

“You better come home (Y/n).”

Favourite sex position headcanons III

Pairings: Inazuma edition. Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou, Itto (separately) x f!reader

Warning: dom/sub, biting, hickeys, unprotected sex, cumming inside, stomach bulge, overstimulation, voyeurism

W/c: Bulletpoint headcanons and a short drabble.

a/n: idk what happened to gorou’s it was going to be cute and then i thought; “what if i just made him annoyed and horny?” that being said itto still wins my personal favourite for this batch because i’m a big simp ;)

NSFW, 18+ content below cut, MDI.

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Overstimulating Thoma to See How Long He Lasts

Pairing: Thoma x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, edging, overstimulation, kissing, begging, cock riding, teasing, lots of cum, cute!Thoma

A/N: More Thoma cause he is so underrated.

Overstimulated!Thoma is a very compliant man. He will do anything for his eventual release, fuck you however you tell him, gradually but surely lose the bigness in his eyes to the dark lust, his eyes deep green while he fucks his cock into you, trying to keep it from shooting his cum into your pussy.

Overstimulated!Thoma doesn't want to beg you to let him come but it's hard to keep the whiney pleas all to himself. He sees how you ride his cock and how good you're feeling from it, he wants to feel good too. Telling him to come would make him feel really, really good.

Overstimulated!Thoma can't keep his voice down and he doesn't try to. You like hearing it so his hope is that if he can make you come enough time then you will also let him come, a kind of a win-win for you both. Unfortunately you know what he's playing at.

Overstimulated!Thoma lets his eyes roll back every time your pussy comes undone around his cock. He's using all his strength to fuck you while not finishing before its time. It's a losing battle in the long run but he at least wants to make sure he lasts longer then the last time.

Overstimulated!Thoma has to close his eyes at times in order to ground himself. Simply holding onto your thighs or ass isn't enough when the sight itself if breathtaking, your tits bouncing up and down in front of his face, his mouth open wide to let all his whimpers out.

Overstimulated!Thoma smiles when you kiss him, thinking he sees the light at the end of the tunnel, nearly there, just a few more thrusts... when you pull up and leave his cock without anything. His hips are still jerking up wards into the air, his eyes stinging with frustrated tears.

Overstimulated!Thoma finally begs you to get back onto his cock. He's so damn close, the tip of his cock is already dripping, the head red and the veins throbbing along the entire length. His voice is nothing short of broken when you cup his cock and guide it back inside your pussy.

Overstimulated!Thoma leaves hand and scratch marks on your thighs as you begin riding him again. His chest is heaving with every breath he takes like he ran a marathon. He can't take much more of this and you don't think he should have to.

Overstimulated!Thoma nearly bucks you off him when you tell him to come, his pace so fast and deep and desperate that you can hardly recognize your gentle, cheerful boyfriend. It seems there's no end to his orgasm. Each time he twitches more white, warm cum splashes at your womb.

Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain

coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)

panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)

keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)

trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)

sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)

whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)

clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)

writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)

crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)

dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)

wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)

doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)

heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)

gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)

murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)

hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)

stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)

staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)

recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)

pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)

Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!

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