Hello! I Saw You Were Doing Drabble Requests And I Was Wondering If I Could Request Some HCs Of Being

Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

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Hello, my name is Mahmoud Abu Swierh, and I am a 17-year-old from Al-Nuseirat in … Mazin Fakak needs your support for Help Mahmoud from Gaza

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I LITERALLY LOVE @aluciahaz 😍😍

Not Big Enough (ficlet)

Warnings: Afab! Reader, Dacryphilia, one-shot, 'imagine fucking Vox w his own dick', ramble/ficlet, Sub! Vox, Dommy Mommy, use of 'mommy', smut

In the words of @bigfatbimbo, the power struggle with this man is real. Your first Christmas as an actual couple, he gifted you a replica of his own dick to feed his own ego and to impress people he wants recognition from.

He whispered shit into your ear like 'Can't wait to fuck you tonight', almost like he knew he was gonna be squealing 'mommy' and ruining his voice box. And that's what happened.

He was sat on the bed, the mattress soaked with spit and lube, dick impossibly hard and waterfalling milky precum against his stomach as he cried and rocked his ass against the dildo. Against his own dick.

"Awwe, is it too small, baby?~" You cooed in a sickly sweet voice, which he sobbed at, gently holding the bottom of his screen, feeling his pink saliva and tears run down your hand. It never took much to beat him down, to destroy his ego until he was sobbing and whimpering like a child who lost their toy. He'd come at a touch of your fingers on his aching dick, which is why you kept your hands on his screen.

"Momm- mmnz- mommy, need- need you- hic.." He glitched and sobbed, rocking desperately on the dick he made for you, the dick that wasn't even good enough for him.

"Selfish slut. You expect me to help you get off? How am I meant to get pleasure from that when even you can't?" You asked harshly, a complete 180 from your previous sickly sweet tone, grasping his neck with a strong grip, hearing him gargle slightly before sobbing again. You were right, you always were.

"'M sorry, mommy, I- hnzz- I'll be better next- hic- time- please, please, mommy, please-" He sobbed out desperately, throwing his head back from the grip on his neck, scrunching your shirt tightly in his clawed hands, which had already clawed up the sheets. "It's not big- gghz- enough-"

He whispers airily, slowing his rocking as he pleads for you, pleads for you to let him cum.

"Well, you asked for it.." You mumbled, reaching your hand down and quickly beginning to jack him off, moving your fists up and down at a fast pace, eating up the wet Noises almost outruling his keening. This carried on for the rest of the night, until not only the lights shut off, but he did to..

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Characters I write for:

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Dick Greyson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Older!Damian Wayne (romantic)

Damian Wayne (platonic)

Batfam (platonic)

Sam & Max: Freelance Police

Sam (the detective dog)

Max (the rambunctious rabbit)

Welcome Home!:

Wally Darling

Julie Joyful

Barnaby B. Beagle

Poppy Partridge

Frank Frankly

Sally Starlet

Eddie Dear

Howdy Pillar

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Caine

Pomni

Jax

Ragatha

Gangle

Kinger

Zooble

Bubble

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo (2012)

Donatello (2012)

Raphael (2012)

Michalangelo (2012)

Leonardo (Rise)

Donatello (Rise)

Raphael (Rise)

Michelangelo (Rise)

Obey Me(OG! + NB):

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Mestopho

Thirteen

Rapheal

Luke(strictly platonic)

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor Altruist

Lucifer Magne

Valentino

Vox

Husker

Angel Dust

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss:

Blitzø

Stolas

Stolitz

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Fizzmodeus

Striker

Chaz

Barbie Wire

Cult of the Lamb:

Lambert

Leshy

Heket

Kallamar

Shamura

Narinder

Slashers:

Micheal Myers

Micheal Myers(RZ)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Charles Lee Ray

Chucky^

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Billy + Stu

Billy Lenz

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Leslie Vernon

Hannibal Lecter

Asa Emory

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop-Top Sawyer

Bo(Bauregard lol) Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise(1990)

Pennywise(2017)

What I will do:

One Shots

Headcannons

Fluff

Incorrect Quotes

Angst

Smut (in some cases)

LGBTQ+

What I will not do:

Smut (in underage characters or asexual characters)

Trans (Either character or reader. My reasoning for this is that I know noone who is trans and I have no experience with it, I don't want to offend anyone if I accidently use a harmful stereotype or wrong information.)

Incest

R*pe

S/A (I have had trauma from S/A so please forgive me for not wanting to write about it even out of context)

Stories

(Intense) Yandere

I'm not a violent dog, idk why I bite (I grew up with a literal criminal for a stepdad and an alcoholic mum)

Is Blitzo and Stolas' song and noone can convince me otherwise.

"Two lovers entwine pass me by,"

"And heaven knows I'm miserable now."

"I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour,"

"But heaven knows I'm miserable now."

I feel like Will Wood and the Tapeworms and I really shouldn't.

I might start writing for Hazbin Hotel bc I hs watched the episodes and I love Rosie bc she's based on Dolly Levi😭

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

My requests are open! I will take anything that I've specified on my info page!

Yipee!

Lost Loves

Reunited in Hell.

You didn't expect to end up in Hell. It's something that just never occurred to you, that despite your praying, begging for forgiveness, youd still end up rotting with everyone else. You'd helped your husband in his murders, you'd still help him, have he not been shot.

You wandered curiously through Hell, looking at a porn store, an already mugged store and weapons store that crossed your way while you walked through the streets like it were normal. There was chaos all around you, it felt like every two seconds someone's head was lobbed off in a gruesome way. You continued to walk through the crimson streets of Hell before something caught your eye, a small group of sinners all huddled up around a smaller store, or what looked like a store.

Your curiosity got the best of you, dragging you into the front of the small group, murmuring apologies or simply pushing past those who chose to ignore you. It was a radio, a modern looking one at that, similar to one you had in your own home, which you'd always listen to your husbands radio show on. Then something struck you, the radio wasn't the only familiar thing about this scene. The voice, the grating, static-filled voice. Youd recognise it anywhere. Alastor..

You listened in intently, rudely sushing any murmur or whisper among the crowd you'd trudged your way into. You smiled manically upon just listening to his voice for more than two minutes. Frantically, you grasped onto the shoulders of the hell-goer closes to you, a gatsby woman. She was short and pudgy, but undeniably pretty.

"Where does he live?" You asked with the most amount of kindness you could muster, despite your excitement.

"The radio demon? He's residin' at his radio hut, why?" The woman asked, hands on her hips. You bit a scowl at hearing the woman refer to your deceased husband as a demon, but you kept your composure.

"Take me there!" You said breathlessly with a grin, gripping the short woman's shoulders harshly, making her shrug them off.

"And what's in it fa' me?" She asks, looking at you from the side of her eye, tilting her head slightly with a bored look on her face.

"I'll put in a good word for you." The first offer, and undeniably the best. A cocky grin came to her face as she took you hand, shaking it slowly, beginning to drag you down the street. You saw a small lodge at the end of the street, decrepit but sturdy. Minimalistic. It came closer with every long stride, making you grin. You were so close to seeing your husband again, a mere stride away.

You missed the next few seconds of your life- well, death, only truly in your own mind again when you were face-to-face with your husband, his hands gripping your arms tightly. He was scared of leaving you, again. You looked into his newly red eyes, his paler skin, his red hair, everything about him. Even his new features. His deer ones, fitting.

"I've missed you, love.." You murmured breathlessly, a small, teary smile on your face. The small woman had gone, leaving nothing in her wake. It was just you and your husband, the hotel was silent, apart from your small sniffles and the static coming from your husband. Your husband.

"Oh my darling.. I never meant to leave you.." He cooes with a large grin on his face, bearing his sharp, yellow teeth.

Both of you leaned into one another, soft bleating coming from Alastor's throat as your lips connected for what felt like the first time in a millenia.

You held his hand in yours desperately, feeling a cold metal on your finger. His wedding ring, he never took it off. It didn't fit his aesthetic, the silver contrasting his outside drastically, but he'd kept it on.

"You kept it on.." You murmured against his lips happily, feeling him cup your face.

"I was waiting for you, darling.." He cooed yet again, leaning down with a large grin but, it was comforting. Soft.

"I love you.." A chorus of two voices, filled with a heavenly love and devotion to one another, pure love.

This belongs to @nieveel not you