Andrewmabin - Untitled

Velvette x Carmilla x Fem reader smut

Words: 1.5k

“Soft and Rough”

A/n: I should probably be working on requests but- i really want to make some of my own work too! This idea popped up yesterday, and yes I like this ship, no hate yall.

Warnings: threesome, gay sex, femalexfemalexfemale, toys(straps) rough sex(velvette), gentle sex(Carmilla), praising (Carmilla), dirty talk(velvette), biting, making out, eating someone out, fingering, slight voice kink??(Carmilla), hair pulling

You and your girlfriends, Velvette and Carmilla, sit on the bed. Well, more like Velvette was on top of you, kissing you on your lap while Carmilla sat nearby reading a novel. Soft gasps and groans fill the air from you and Velvette, she wasn’t even giving you time to breath before shoving her tongue back in your mouth, again for the tenth time.

Groaning softly in annoyance with the noises, Carmilla sets her book down on the side table, looking at you two. “Can’t you stop for a while? It’s been 30 minutes now.” Carmilla says, irritated that her quiet time has been irrupted by her girlfriends make out session.

“Oh don’t be such a downer, we’re just having fun” Velvette smirked at Carmilla, her accent thick, then she looked at you. “Isn’t that right doll?”

You nod, blush still lightly covering your face, still aroused from making out. “Yea..why don’t you join us?” You offer to the weapons dealer, velvette still on top of you.

With a sigh, Carmilla nods and moved closer. “I suppose I might as well..there isn’t anything better to do.” Velvette smirked and pulled you closer, her lips latching onto your neck and sucked roughly, biting it as well, causing you to let out a louder moan of pain and pleasure as the skin that was bitten turns purple. “Must you be so rough?” Carmilla asked the young overlord.

Velvette chuckled and pulled her mouth off of your next more a second. “She likes it rough..she’ll be fine, just look at her, she’s so turned on right now.” Velvette smirked. Carmilla lifted the both of you up, sitting against the headboard and pulling you onto her lap, your back against her chest. Velvette moves in front of you and Carmilla, rubbing your body up and down while Carmilla left soft kisses on your neck, her black lipstick trailing behind to mark it.

You let out a moan, Velvette’s tough touches and Carmillas soft ones were a perfect combination. Velvette’s nails trail under your shirt, rubbing and tracing your stomach. You shiver slightly at the feeling, as Carmilla let longer and deeper kisses onto your neck. “These clothes are in the way, don’t you think we should take them off?” Velvette smirked and suggested.

“I think we should…let’s see how gorgeous you are underneath Mi Amor..” Carmilla said seductively in your ear, her eyes half lidded and hazed with lust. You nod with a blush on your face, you couldn’t hold back your excitement anymore.

Velvette undos your pants, and Carmilla takes your shirt off. Velvette smirked as she saw the wet puddle on your panties from your arousal. “Look who’s wet already~” she said and ran a finger down your clothed, wanting clit. You let out a needy moan, clinging onto Carmilla behind you. Carmilla kissed your neck again, one of her hands caressing one side of you head, her fingers wrapped in your hair.

“You’re so gorgeous Corazon..” Carmilla whispered softly into your eyes, you close your eyes in pleasure, her voice hot and seductive, along with the hispanic(?) accent, it made her sound so hot..

Velvette pulled your panties off, forcing your legs open wide. She leaned down and started to leave long licks on your wet folds, causing you to gasp and moan. Carmilla wraps a hand around your waist, allowing you to hold onto her while Velvette pleasures your bottom half. You grip Carmillas arm, moaning and arching your back into Velvette’s face. “Oh you taste so fucking good..” veovette moaned and gripped your thighs, eating and sucking on your clit.

“Fuck..!..” you managed to moan out, gripping onto Carmillas arm tighter. Carmilla chuckled softly at your reaction and whispered soft praises and encouragement in your ear while still kissing your neck.

“Good girl Corazon…you’re doing so well” she says, her breath hot against your skin. Velvette finally thrusts one of her fingers into your needy cunt, making you gasp and moan. Her thrusts are powerful, showing no mercy while she pounds into your tight hole, though Carmilla didn’t stop her, they both knew you were enjoying it.

Your breaths turned to short gasps, your body trembling softly as your eyes close shut. You let out a cry, reaching your climax and letting go all over Velvette’s fingers. She pulls out of your cunt with a satisfying *pop* sound and licked her fingers clean. “That was too easy..why don’t we try something a bit..more?” She looked at you two for an answer, mainly Carmilla.

“I think she’s up for that..aren’t you Corazon~?” Carmilla looked down at you in her lap, you were still panting softly from the last orgasm, but you not anyways, after all it’s what your girlfriends want. Velvette gets off of you and off the bed, going over to a drawer in the closet. Carmilla lifts you off of you lap and places you down on your stomach. “You look so good beneath me my love..” she whispered, hovering over your smaller body.

You let out a soft whimper and groan, enjoying the attention. Velvette then came back with two straps, holding them out for Carmilla to see. “What color do you want?”

“Purple” Carmilla responds, and Velvette handed the purple strap over to Carmilla.

“Good cause I look way better in hot pink” velvette states and buckled the strap onto her waist, Carmilla doing the same. Your them lifted by your hips slightly by carmilla, her large hand and arm wrapping around your waist, the other places on the bed to hold herself up, though she had no troubles holding your smaller frame. Velvette on the other hand gripped a hand full of your hair rather roughly, and pulled your head back a little. Before you knew it Velvette already had forced her strapon into your unready mouth, you let out a gag when it hits the back of your throat, hitting it over and over again due to Velvette already thrusting.

Carmilla, luckily, was much more gentle with your already sore pussy. She gentle pushed her strap into your tight sex and moved slowly but surely. You let out a moan when you felt the cool rubber enter you, then a whimper when velvette hit the back of your throat roughly. Tears well up in your eyes at the feeling and burning in your throat. “Shh..you’re doing so good for us Corazon…just a little longer..your okay..” Carmilla whispered gently and thrusts into your cunt with her strap a little rougher, but not rough enough to hurt you.

“Oh that’s a good girl..taking our cocks so well aren’t you? You just like being so filled by us..” Velvette smirked and gripping your hair harder, pulling and pushing her strapon in and out of your mouth harder and harder. You felt Carmilla leave soft kisses on the back of your neck, her hip’s thrusting hitting against your ass while pushing the rubber cock deeper into you, hitting your g-spot. You let out a loud moan through Velvette’s rubber cock, your eyes squeezed shut and your fingers held the sheet tightly. Her hand starts to trail in between your thighs and pull your legs apart more.

You can feel your mouth dripping saliva from the rubber cock in your mouth, having no other place to go since the cock took up most of your mouth. “Is that tasty? I bet it is..” Velvette laughed and thrusts harder than before. You gag over and over again with every thrust she makes, along with Carmillas thrusting from behind, it made you feel like you were floating.

You start to let out more cry’s and moans and whimpers, your body trembling from intense pleasure and pain. Finally, Carmillas rubber cock finally got your climax, causing you to let out a loud cry muffled by Velvette’s cock, and cum onto Carmillas cock. Carmilla kissed you softly on the back of your neck and your spine, letting you ride out your orgasm without any troubles. She pulled out of your precummed cunt gently, leaving you feeling empty. Velvette finally pulls out too, your saliva covered it and strands of your saliva connected the tip from your lips. You collapse onto the bed after they pull out and Carmilla lets go of your waste.

Both Carmilla and Velvette set their straps aside and lay next to you, kissing and cleaning you up. Carmilla pulls the both of you close under the blankets and holds the book she was reading before, allowing the both of you to fall asleep on her.

A/n: idk if that was good cause I’ve never written two characters x reader smut before!!

★ 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 ★

"If it's alright could I request Carmilla Carmine x a fem reader who's a fallen angel? Like maybe they met during extermination and got their wings ripped off for not wanting to kill Carmilla's kids or they were already in hell with Carmilla for some time before the extermination? If you don't want to do this that's totally fine, and sorry if this isn't how to request stuff :)."

Honestly, with how this ended, I'm really tempted to write a much fluffier part 2 to this

Part 2 ↫ Right here

➲ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 Carmine + !Fallen Angel!Reader

➲ Romantic ☐, Platonic ☒

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 3,462 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Female reader, descriptions of gore/blood, canonical Lute slander (sorry Lute), romantic or platonic wasn't requested so I went with platonic to fit the story more (if the requester wants romantic just feel free to ask me), mother mode Carmilla (she might be a bit ooc because of this),

Oh wow.

Oh wow were you shaking.

You couldn't tell if it was from the excitement or the nerves - Probably both if you were being honest with yourself, but you couldn't shake off the vibrating feeling tingling beneath your skin that made you want to fly laps around heaven. Your stomach was doing flips, but you led mask only reflected your nearly psychopathic grin and twitching eye.

Even after your lieutenant Lute shot you a stern look, no doubt pissed off because you couldn't sit still for five goddamn seconds, you still couldn't resist fidgeting with your spear. It was sparkly, and somewhat heavy, and a murderous weapon that was entirely yours! It was also cold, freezing almost. Even against your gloves it made your palms feel numb and seemed to shine in sync with your own valiant excitement.

Baby's first extermination, basically. While the name certainly sounded scary, you'd been waiting for this day for six months (you and the other forty-five cadets in your platoon) and you were ready to do your best! Sure, you were still technically a rookie, hanging around the flock and bringing up the rear of the exorcists, but this was how you proved yourself to rise the ranks, right?

Your heart stopped beating in your chest when you finally reached the front. Holy shit, that was the high seraphim! Sera, right? Oh wow, she really was much much taller in person, towering above the clustering sea of black and white murderous intent. Her outward vibe was motherly and caring, but you could see the glint of distain, guilt and regret sparking in the deepest depths of her eyes. Which was confusing, because you were doing a good thing, right? Ridding the divine planes of sinners irredeemable souls.

The thoughts crowded your mind - Evil, twisted monsters crawling around like bugs in the brimstone crowded crevices of hell. You could only imagine the satisfaction of killing your first hell spawn.

It would have to be cool no doubt. Something big with lots of teeth and claws and that could breathe fire! You had to come home with a cool story to brag about. You'd heard the tales from all your superiors. From everyone including the first man Adam himself, your respectably awesome (if a little terrifying) lieutenant Lute, to the other lieutenants like Michael and Gabriel. You'd have to off a demon built like a mountain to get their attention.

And by the big man himself, you were going to do it. Even if it took you a hundred years, you could already see yourself commanding a group just like yours, bearing a helmet with horns big and curved and bold, black stripes stippled along your ivory wings.

With a very particular pep in your step, you saluted the high seraphim Sera respectively, head cocked up just so you could regard her kindly warmth in fullness. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, and although she swiftly sent you on your way with the rest of your platoon, you couldn't help but let your nerves sway your resolve ever so slightly.

It didn't matter though! You unfurled your wings with perhaps a bit too much of a dramatic flair, but with your spear in hand and helm polished so it shined with malevolent glory, you kicked off without a second thought, tailing right behind where you were supposed to be.

Your first impression of hell was the heat.

With the extermination already well under way, raging fires were already burning up half of the city sending whorls of smog up into the air. You easily battered it away with a few strong flaps of your wings. With your head on the swivel, your eagle-eyes peered around the desolate land for the forms of the sinners struggling to thrive below, silhouettes hidden by the thick layer of smoke and ash blanketing the landscape.

Lieutenant Lute furled out her wings below you, a screeching war cry echoing throughout the battlefield as she all but left your rookie platoon in the metaphorical dust. The sound itself only spurred you on, itching for the blood of a demon on the blade of your angelic spear. Without a second thought, you tucked your wings to you sides and dived below, headfirst into the fray.

Billowing flames licked past you harmlessly, though they burned like hell (which seemed rather apt, considering where you). You didn't falter, flying through the embers like a goddamn phoenix ready to cleanse the realm sprawled out beneath you. The solid wingbeats of two of your fellow cadets only strengthened your resolution, a holy fire burning in your soul - An itch to clear the filth of devil scum away. This was the chaotic strength that your captain had sought to build in you, and now you were finally able to act on it.

But everywhere you looked, you only found simple, humanoid souls running and screaming in terror. Eyes wide, half-dead or bloodied beyond belief as they scrambled to find shelter from the onslaught of exorcists like yourself. Nowhere could you see the mangled forms of the demons you'd been taught to slaughter. Descriptions from your seniors before you passed through your mind - 'gleaming eyes with with wrath and lust', 'gangly limbs twisted to an unholy form', 'mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth, and claws like knives'.

You faltered, confused. The words of Lute rang out in your mind.

"Of course, it's not like they can actually hurt you. You're all warriors, the toughest, just use your spears to stab the shit out of them!"

You were alone now. You couldn't hear the comforting sounds of your fellow rookies behind you anymore. They were well in front of you now, peering around with a similar confusion to yours. But to your absolute horror, they simply shrugged their shoulders and dived forward with bloodlust evident in their glowing white masks. Silver points of spears were jammed through the heads of the terrified demons below. But were they demons? They didn't look like them at all. Every single book you'd seen depicting demons drew them as eldritch monsters with too many eyes to count, tentacles and claws and fangs with nary but bloodlust and vile thoughts hidden within their slitted eyes.

But the demons in front of you looked just like people. You could see the way their faces contorted in terror. You could see them scrambling to help what you could only assume were friends and family, pulling them along and carrying the ones who couldn't run for themselves. You could only feel your heart fall as you watched one of your best friends land on top of a sinner already crushed by rubble, turquoise skin stained red. The begged and pleaded and cried, but their voice was silenced as the spearhead sunk into their skull.

You flinched. The world around you ignored you completely, and for once, you were completely happy to go unnoticed.

Shakily, you touched-down in a nearby street. It was littered with already oozing corpses, but other than that it was peacefully empty. At least here the sounds of violence and pain and terror was muffled, far away enough that you could at least try to distance yourself and get your breathing under control.

You barely reeled in a gag as the smell of blood invaded your senses.

Was this really what you wanted to do for the rest of your life? You could still see yourself in your mind's eye, a model exorcist like your lieutenant now leading her own platoon into another extermination. Maybe this would be a one off, just a shock to the system that would get your mind reworked into killing mode. But, the more you thought about it, the more your heart clenched in pain and terror that seemingly matched the suffering souls around you. You were an agent of heaven, you thought you were killing mindless monsters, not those with human souls! Sure, there were probably shitty people fucking around down here, but what about all those who had to sin in self defence?

A chorus of startled gasps startled you out of your panic ridden stupor. Your wings flared up, trying to make yourself look bigger, more threatening as you wheeled around. The spear in your hands looked more like a prop at this point, and it was clear that you had minimal idea how to use it inside a proper battle. But still, you fumbled with it and pointed it threateningly in the direction of the two demons that had appeared right behind you.

They clutched each other, stumbling backwards and further away from the danger of your angelic weapon. One of them placed an arm in front of the other, her eyes narrowing behind her red-tinted glasses as if she was both terrified by you, but was daring you to do something about it.

But still, you could see them shaking from where you stood. They both seemed rooted to the ground, the one with platinum blonde hair refused to take her eyes off of you, but the demon behind her (maybe her sister? A friend?) was looking around nervously.

You could see yourself reflected in those crimson specs, and for once it made you freeze. You'd seen yourself in uniform plenty of times before, the steel boots and guard gloves and the led, horned helmet, but it always seemed almost comforting before. When you were surrounded by your cohorts, it made you fit in. Out here, you realised, you were the monster.

The ever-present smile on your mask shrunk, falling into a grimace as your grip on your weapon tightened. Your wings drew in, you shrunk backwards, almost stumbling over your own feet in the process of trying your hardest to get away. You never wanted to scare people.

So drowned by your own confusion and fear and reckless thoughts of worry about the future that you didn't notice the confusion growing the faces of the demons in front of you turn into abject horror as a far more ominous silhouette grew behind you.

"I thought I taught you not to hesitate," Lute growled in your ear, placing her free hand on your shoulder and digging her fingers in till your were sure a bruise was marred into your skin. You didn't respond, couldn't even if you wanted to. The trembling that rattled you only grew stronger, and you fumbled as your hands cramped painfully. With a resounding clatter, your spear dropped from your grasp an on to the brazen brimstone floor.

Lute growled.

She didn't say anything, but she knew. The both of you knew by now. You couldn't kill a sinner.

Lute didn't even hesitate before shoving you to the ground. Your head collided with solid stone painfully even with your helmet on, stars shining behind your eyes as her words blurred together as she pressed her foot firmly between your shoulder blades. Your wings shivered and spread involuntarily, and you feared the moments that would come next. Lute was unpredictable, but this could only end with bloodshed.

The two girls still hadn't moved, transfixed in horror as they watched the scene in front of them play out.

Asphalt stung your hands and you tried to claw your way to freedom, fingertips digging into the scorched Earth as you started crying. Lute, however, was stronger than you. Of course she was, she'd been doing this for centuries, and you were still a fledging on her first trip out of heaven.

You never thought it would end like this.

Lute dug her fingers into your wings, tangling into your still downy feathers before she yanked with all her might. The scream she tore from your lips was hellish, agonising, yet the blended with the sounds of violence all around you. You were sure you blacked out several times throughout the process, but by the time your old lieutenant was done with you, barely anything but feathery stumps and golden blood remained of your wings.

You could only curl up, cry and watch as Lute tossed clumps of feathers aside as she stalked toward the two demons that still hadn't had the thought to run. And for the first time in your life, you felt sorry for the sinners that populated hell's ring of wrath.

She would make them suffer, that was for sure. If she was happy enough to tear of another angel's wings, you could only imagine what she would do to a sinner. You didn't want to imagine, and your mind was fuzzy enough that you thankfully didn't have to.

The sound of something sharp rang throughout the air. It made you groan in pain, the sound piercing your ears and making your brain rattle in your skull. Sharp - 'Tink tink tink tink tink.' If you could see the look of relief coming across the demons faces, a part of you might've urged Lute to run. Only, she had just torn your wings off with little qualm, and now you had no shits left to give if she lived or not.

The exorcist never got the chance to strike, her weapon torn from her hands and thrown across the street till it collided with a bloody body. Lute herself barely had time to react before she was struck over the head once, then twice in rapid succession. A whirlwind of white and angelic steel and pure fury launched herself in the path between the two demons and the exorcist. It was almost exhilarating to watch, seeing Lute strike out with her fists in a pathetic attempt of hand to hand combat against her new foe. Whoever they were, they were really fucking fast, almost too fast for you to keep up with.

The fight was over before it started. Without her weapon, Lute couldn't do much against the sinner she was pitted against, and as ruthless as she was, she knew when a battle was lost. In a flurry of black and white feathers, she fled. And then the newcomer's attention was shifted to you.

At this point, you would've welcomed death. The pain alone was making you drift slightly, and you didn't even have the energy left to groan when whoever nudged you slightly with something hard and cold.

"Mother.." The words were so soft, floating away from your ears.

"We need to leave." It was undoubtably her. That voice was the one who beat Lute into the ground.

"What about..?" That was the one who called out for mother.

"Won't she tattle?" So that had to be her sister.

Those words sent a dose of adrenaline through you. With as much strength as you could muster, you clawed yourself into an upwards position. You could feel the clotting blood running down your back, but if you were going to die, you at least wanted to do so with some dignity.

Shakily, with much more effort than was really desired, you reached up and peeled your helmet off.

It clattered noisily like glass against the floor, and suddenly the world was much brighter, much more red and the air was laced with more sulphur and death than you could imagine. But what really surprised you was the look of shock written across the sinner's face.

She was tall. Really tall. The only person who could really compete was Seraphim Sera or maybe Adam, but you really couldn't tell with how delirious you were.

"Una niña?" They all looked surprised.

The one called mother took a few steps forward, confusion and anger clearly present in her eyes. But, as she kneeled down in front of your comparatively tiny form, you realised the anger wasn't directed at you.

"Did she try to hurt you?" She turned back to face her daughters. They both shared a look, but ultimately shook their heads no. That right there, was your saving grace.

She looked back at you, hair pinned into high horns, and took your helmet in her large hands. She passed it off to one of her daughters, before gently scooping you into her hold.

You whined, writhing minutely in her hold as the searing phantom pain of your wings being torn off returned. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, and yet the demoness tutted softly, shushing you like you were a baby.

Her daughters followed without a word, and you and the family unit moved swiftly through the desolate roads. So many questions were running through your mind, and yet you couldn't find the answer to any of them, your thoughts to lost to the fog of blood loss to ever truly return.

"You better not betray me," Were the last words you heard before promptly passing out.

The plushness of a soft blanket was the first thing you felt waking up. For a moment, you felt nothing but relief realising the entire thing had been a horrid nightmare, but when you tried to rustle the numbness out of your wings, the relief was replaced with horror when you realised that your wings were just straight up missing, only two feathery stumps remaining in their place.

That made you shoot up in horror. You didn't even care about the sharp sting that ran down your spine and into your very being, you were a bit too concerned about your current predicament.

"You're awake."

That made you promptly scream before ducking under the covers like you were a nestling again. A soft sigh reached your ears, but you dared not to venture out from the warmth of the thick covers.

Not like you had a choice, though, as you were soon pried away from their safety. It was her, the demoness with the high-pinned buns. She looked down on you, red eyes glowing in the low light, and yet, you couldn't sense a smidge of hatred towards you. Only distrust and sadness laced her expression.

"How old are you?" She asked after the silence had gone on long enough.

"I'm a fledgling," Is all you said. You didn't really fancy giving too much information. Although, the look of horror the crossed her face maybe suggested that you'd already given away plenty.

"Obligan a los niños a hacer esto?" She raised a hand and carded it through her snowy tresses, locks of white hair threaded loose as she paced back and forth. You only watched her, slowly sinking back into the comfort of the warm blankets.

"You're still a child." It was a statement.

You hated being a child. You didn't want to be a child, at least, you hadn't wanted to be a child in the past. You wanted to join the ranks of the exorcists, and to do that you at least needed to be juvenile. Hell, you were lucky enough to make it into the cadets while you still had baby feathers decorating your wings. But now, the fact that yes, you were still technically a kid made your saviour look upon you with more than just disdain and hatred like any other exorcist, but rather she looked upon you with an emotion that you'd never seen before, and not one you could really name.

"You are a child, and now you have fallen," She eyed your mostly healed wing stumps, and you couldn't help but reflexively flex them anxiously. The literal weight off your back made you want to cry.

"Was this your first extermination?" She gazed upon you with a guarded look. You nodded.

"And you didn't hurt my daughters?" Another nod from you. That seemed to make her relax just a tad.

"Could you ever hurt someone?" That made you pause, the memories of the extermination rushing back to you full force. Tears grew at the corners of your eyes, and still, you answered with a simple 'no'.

She exhaled a sigh of relief before closing the distance and kneeling down to your eye level.

"Carmilla Carmine." She reached a hand out toward you. So that was her name.

You clutched your hands close to your chest, fearing her touch, but gave her your name anyway.

"What are you gonna do with me?" You asked, voice cracking. Her gaze softened, finally letting her guard slip for just a moment.

"Well, you weren't going to make it out there by yourself. You'll be staying with me," The words took a moment to sink into your mind. Well, at least it was better than death.

Gently, like she was working with a scared animal, Carmilla coaxed you out from the comfort of the bed, slowly ushering you to her side. With your wings missing and their remains bandaged, head bare and missing your exorcist helmet, it felt like the safest place in the world.

"Welcome to Hell."

Rules + Info,

Masterlist,

Odette : Mom? Your hair is very messy...

Clara : Yeah! It's very unlike you to leave it messy!

Carmilla : I....I just had a very rough night...

[Carmilla walks away, Y/N walks out of carmilla's room full of lipstick marks and hickies]

M!Reader : Oh something was rough last night alright~

Odette : ......

Clara : Ha! Told you they were fuckin!

[Odette hands Clara 5 bucks]

HEAR ME OUTTT

READER WHO'S INSECURE ABOUT HER FACE X CARMILLA

MICHAEL REF SHEET

Boi can switch between formal, causal and goth, which is by the way heavily influenced by Azrael. Okay most of the outfits were given to him and not chosen by him. 🤣🤣

Hope you like him :D

intro post + rules

ello! ^^ y’all can call me Zenith, I’m nonbinary, 20 and use any pronouns, I plan on using this blog to write fanfic related stuff, and maybe show off some art in the future!

I will mostly be writing for Hazbin Hotel and possibly Helluva Boss atm

Requests: OPEN! Please be as specific as you can so I could have a better idea thinking :] Or just send in general questions, I don’t bite~

RULES BELOW THE CUT

I CAN WRITE:

reader x character and character x character

female or gender neutral readers, male reader is still an option, but I won’t be as good at it

Angsty situations

Death

Smut/NSFW headcannons

Platonic and Romantic relationships

I WONT WRITE:

Anything pregnancy related

non-con

any of the following k!nks [p!ss, scat, ageplay, petplay, etc]

Anything with the following characters [These may change in the future, but this is how it is currently] -Valentino, Alastor, Niffty, Angel Dust, Zestial, Mammon, Loona, Verosika, Beezlebub

Here’s a list of characters/ships that I’ll write for, if there’s any characters not listed, don’t be shy and send a request, and I might write it!

Lute

Charlie

Vaggie

Husk

Carmilla Carmine

Velvette

Lucifer

Asmodeus

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Chaggie

Brokerdoll [Carmilla/Velvette]

MAYBE Guitarspear [Adam/Lute]

*Note, I personally can’t serve justice to Fizzmodeus T-T*

I love Asmodeus’ design so fuckin much-

Hello!! I decided to make a masterlist, because why not?

Who I'll write for:

(Might add White Diamond later down the line)

Rosie | HH

-RosiexFem!CannibalPieBaker!Reader

-RosiexFem!Epileptic!Reader

-RosiexFem!PastLifeFriend!Reader

Carmilla Carmine | HH

-Cuddly!CarmillaxFemReader

SERA | HH

-SeraxFemReader!Smut

RULES

WON'T:

-Anything that includes r@pe, r@cism, su!c!de, ect.

-Male and G!P readers. As a lesbian I am not comfortable with writing from a male perspective or anything alike.

-Pregnancy/Children

-Don't request a character that is of a sexuality which doesn't include women. If a character I am writing for does happen to have their sexuality announced then please notify me. I'll stop writing for them if my writing goes against it.

-Smut. I'm not good or comfortable with writing intimate things. However, I will allow it to be implied and write the build up to it.

WILL:

-Angst, fluff and things alike.

-Implied previous trauma.

-Maybe content involving disabilities. The only ones I will write about are, anxiety, autism, dyslexia, dyspraxia, depression and epilepsy.

-Include other characters from the same show, but they won't be the main focus.

-Accept requests for characters that are not on the list, if I want to add them onto it.

Be Respectful:

-If I don't reply to your request, please understand that it will take time to get around to it or I might not be willing to write it.

-Don't spam me please

-If you wish to support me I'd be thrilled if you repost my work.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy my writing! :D

All the dividers I use are from @saradika

I headcanon Vox as half Polish, half Filipino and he's code switching king. He gives Velvette and Valentino whiplash with it when he drags them to meet his parents and answers a work phone call in the middle of the dinner.

I kinda have a fan fiction idea if u want to use it where it's carmilla x fem!reader and the reader is a powerful overlord who can use their singing abilities as their powers, and carmilla had never heard the reader sing, and eventually catches the reader singing while doing something (idk like washing dishes) and just simply watches in amazement as the reader has no idea until the end (also I love ur fanfics!!! 💖💖💖)

A/N: OMG OMG OMG I luv this request sm!!! I have a oc who has similar powers to this and it's so cool! It's giving The Dazzlings from Equestria Girls vibes! Okay, I'll stop yapping now 😭 Hope u enjoy! <333

Voice Of A Angel

After a long meeting with the Overlords, you had walked home, Carmilla went the other way since she had to talk to another Overlord. As you walked through Hell, some sinner grabbed you and pinned you against the wall aggressively. "Hey get off of me! " you tried to protest. "Hey, bitch! I know you have money, give me some or you-" The sinner said until you opened your mouth and started to sing a tune. "𝑶𝒐𝒉, 𝑶𝒐𝒐𝒉..." You softly hummed a tune with a slight smirk on your face as the sinner passed out and his eyes went completely blank. As you pushed him off of you, all you heard behind you was a soft voice, Carmillas voice. "Mi Vida..? What happened?" Carmilla said, lying about not seeing you use your powers. "Oh nothing! Just some sinner, let's head home now!" You say chuckling nervously as the two of you walk back home. After you two head home and get ready for bed. As you get in bed, Carmilla wraps her arms around you and you lay in her arms. "You have the most gorgeous voice, cariño" Carmilla whispers as your eyes widen in embarrassment. "W-What!?" You say nervously and shocked, did your wife know your powers now!? "Yes, I heard and saw it all.. I must say, you have the voice of a angel, Amor." Carmilla says with a soft laugh and smile. "Do you, think I'm a monster..?" You say nervously and quietly. "Of course not, you'll never be a monster to me." Carmilla says soothingly as she gently caresses your waist, making you fall asleep.

Art from February 2025. [Hazbin Hotel- Angel Vaggie- Fan Art].

It looks like Chaggie are going to have a fun night~ 🦋🔥 ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-