Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)
You not only managed to make friends with the big boss of hell himself but you even convinced him to bottom which he did!He was quite dumbfounded by what you asked, looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. Dammit, he knew he could never say no to that look. Before he agreed, a smirk spread across his face as he got into bed with you.
"Hey so, you sure about this?" he asked, his voice carrying that signature confident tone with a hint of mischief. "I understand that you want us to have a better relationship and all but, you sure you can handle this wide load I got back here?~"
He turned his back to you, his massive doughy rear facing your direction. As he laid down, he couldn't help but reach back and give it a playful smack, making it wiggle and jiggle before he chuckled. "I'm pretty good at taking Dick and I'm very good at breaking those little strap-ons you mortals would use, so I'd be careful if I were you~"
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
Jayce Matthews
Non-canon OC in the Under the Hood Series. The MLM version of Valentina. Pastor's son, closeted gay boy, secret dating, navigating life in a tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
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