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@kiwi8fruit6.bsky.social’s 18+ alt. Here be spicy Hellaverse talk and spicy Hellaverse fics.

Now with kink!

26, She/her,🏳️‍⚧️ aspec lesbian, Chaggi(e) aficionado

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Kiwi8_fruit6/pseuds/Kiwi6_fruit9/works
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kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
Finally wrote a sequel to this flashfic – it’s what Vaggie deserves! After being denied an orgasm during their closet quickie, she makes sure her in-heat girlfriend finishes the job the next opportunity they get

#chaggie #nsfw #fanfic

archiveofourown.org/works/466220...
Vaggie had been waiting an eternity. An hour that felt like one, at least. Waiting at the back of the parlour. Waiting, with Charlie at the front of the room, her hair still messy and her bowtie missing and the top button of her shirt still left open, and the sight of her making her pupusa twinge. Waiting, with Angel wiggling his eyebrows knowingly at her every time their eyes met, every time they'd been paired up in the eye-gazing group exercise today. It had been torture. She could barely take it. The moment therapy was over, she was going to get that unfinished business finished. She needed release; needed it badly. She needed Charlie to know how unbearable it was to be made to wait, how selfish she'd been, how bad she'd been. And finally, finally, the room was clearing of sinners, and a red-faced, sweat-speckled Charlie approached her. "I never ever thought I'd say this, but I am glad we finished," Charlie puffed, hand itching subtly at the front of her pants. Fuck. There was her sweet, ostrous scent, driving her crazy. "We are cutting it fine, Vaggie-eeE!!" She squeaked when Vaggie grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out of the room without letting her finish. Vaggie resolutely ignored Angel's wolf whistle, thinking only about the pulsing heat in Charlie's palm that matched the one between her legs. "¿Sabes lo que me hiciste, dejándome en ese armario?" Vaggie practically snarled as she pinned Charlie to the bed, reverting to her native tongue in her passion. "¿Sin hacerme venirse? ¿Sin alivio?" Judging by the happy note of her answering growl, Charlie did. And by the smug glint in her eye and the flicker of her forked tongue, she was completely unrepentant. "Chica mala, " Vaggie growled back, smirking. "You're going to get punished for that-" But before she could even reach for any implement to administer said punishment, her girlfriend reared up, eyes red and horns out, throwing her off balance. She had to spread her wings and flap, pushing her back down onto the bed. Charlie grumbled in frustration. "Nuh-uh, missy," Vaggie ordered. "You don't get to lead this round." Clearly her girlfriend disputed that, because a moment later she found herself tossed and flipped over, and underneath Charlie's dominating body; larger and heavier in her demon form. Her claws found the waistband of Vaggie's skirt, hooked over it, and yanked it down her legs, claws scratching at her thighs along the way. Vaggie hissed and squirmed, from pleasure and pain. Fortunately Charlie hadn't got her in a complete pin, so she was able to wriggle out. Charlie tried to tangle their legs together, directing Vaggie's knee towards her crotch, but Vaggie's skirt helped her slip away. "I was good to you," she grunted, sitting up against the headboard, "and that's how you thank me?"
October 27, 2025 at 10:27 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
oh they 💦gushing💦
August 12, 2025 at 7:47 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
LIVE VAGGIE REACTION close up distorted screenshot of Vaggie from the Hazbin Hotel pilot, wide-eyed, with a crudely drawn gold blush and nosebleed
August 5, 2025 at 3:58 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞’coming home to you’ is some sweet and soft #holygates spooning for @missushel.bsky.social 🪽

archiveofourown.org/works/67467296
E Ơ coming home to you by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) 14 Jul 2025 No Archive Warnings Apply, Abel/St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), Abel (Hazbin Hotel), Smut, Porn with Feelings, Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Anal Sex, Lube, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Pillow Talk, Bottom St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), Abel has Golden Retriever Energy (Hazbin Hotel), Spooning, Short & Sweet, Rare Pairings St. Peter has made it home after a busy day. Abel missed him, and he shows it. Part 8 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Language: English Words: 1,368 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 3 Kudos: 9 Hits: 80 Edit Edit Tags Peter giggled, and turned his head so Abel could kiss him properly again. He pulled away for just a moment to admire Abel; his messy hair and crooked halo, his plump body, the dale of blonde scruff in his sternum and the flush of arousal on his cheeks. But Abel had other ideas. "No, no, we're staying like this. We're staying close." He yanked Peter close again, spinning him around (being careful with his wings), and overbalanced backwards. Laughing, they tumbled onto the bed, sinking into the silken sheets and plush mattress. They settled onto their left sides; Abel spooning Peter. Peter felt Abel's erection press against his buttocks, and he moaned, hooking his leg over Abel's. In turn, Abel hooked his head over his shoulder and trailed kisses up and down his neck. He bent his knee for Peter to grind on, and he thumbed at his nipples. "Tell me about your day," he said at length, summoning a bottle of lube from the bedside table; he squirted some onto his fingers and began applying it, teasingly, at Peter's entrance. Peter was rather distracted by the chilly touch and the sensation as Abel's fingers gently loosened and lubricated him. "Aaahh...ooh... why don't you tell me about yours?" "Aww, y'know, nothing interesting." He couldn't see him, but St. Peter knew his boyfriend was blushing. "Just planning another parade, administrative stuff for the band, keeping my dad in check. But you! You're the keeper of the gates of Heaven! You hold the Book of Life! That's one of the biggest responsibilities in all of the realm—no, the universe!" He punctuated each statement with a press of his fingers down against his prostate. "Your job's way more important than mine, and you're so good at it." Peter moaned, flushed from the praise.
August 3, 2025 at 3:14 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞 ‘sticky sweet, from my head to my feet’ is a #Chaggie foodplay smutfic 😋

Vaggie surprises Charlie by garnishing herself in chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and berries one night. Charlie is *very* appreciative.

archiveofourown.org/works/65273782
sticky sweet, from my head to my feet by Kiwi6_fruitg 08 May 2025 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) No Archive Warnings Apply, Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Smut, Lesbian Sex, Foreplay, Food Sex, Plus-Size Charlie Magne / Morningstar, Chocolate Sauce, Whipped Cream, Licking, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Top Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Bottom Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sexual Overstimulation, Demon Charlie Magne / Morningstar, Mild Blood, (Charlie bites her lip and thats it), Mild Lactation Kink, we're ignoring that food residue entering the vagina from fingering or eating out can cause infection, so don't try this at home, charlie's the daughter of the devil and vaggie's an angel so i think that handwaves it Vaggie sets herself up as a sweet surprise for Charlie on their bed. She doesn't anticipate quite how appreciative Charlie will be. Part 7 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Language: English Words: 3,433 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 50 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 1,156 And... yes, finally Vaggie could hear footsteps approaching down the hallway outside. She knew those footsteps even muffled through the wall; even blind in the dark. The doorknob rattled and the door to their suite creaked open. "Hey, Vaggie, mi amor, I hope you're feeling better!" The lights, turned down low, flickered on as Charlie sidled into their room. She must have left her suit jacket downstairs; she was already down to her white shirt and pants, and her bowtie hung undone from her collar. Preoccupied, she placed a little plastic bottle on the sideboard. "I brought some painkillers for your head-" She turned around at last... and froze. "—ache.." Her eyes went very wide, pupils dilating at the sight that greeted her. Vaggie could see her girlfriend putting two and two together; could see her smile blooming and her rosy cheeks literally lighting up as she realised Vaggie's early turning-in hadn't been for a headache after all. The fallen angel let a devilish come-hither smirk creep onto her face, spreading her legs. Charlie gulped. Her tongue darted out to lick her chops, lick away the first drops of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. And without even stopping to undress at all - not even to take off her bowtie - she dove at the bed. "Hon, your clothes-!" Vaggie managed to blurt out, before Charlie landed on her with all her weight and knocked the wind out of her. Charlie didn't seem to notice; too busy hurriedly straddling Vaggie's thighs, too busy lapping up the chocolate and cream on her stomach with ferocious eagerness. Her tongue tickled, and each lick took away some of the cold foreign stickiness on her torso and replaced it with the warmer, more welcome slick of her saliva. "Well-" she panted, trying to collect herself; to assert herself. She scooched back, out from under Charlie, granting herself enough time to muster the most commanding voice she could. "Well, I want your clothes off." That made Charlie halt. In one smooth motion she pushed herself up onto her knees, making her waistline bounce; then, as if by magic, her shoes, her suspenders, her pants and panties were off and flying across the room, leaving her in her shirt, push-up bra, and nothing else. "Like this?" she purred, smoothly tugging her bowtie out of her shirt collar, holding it at arm's length and letting it flutter to the floor. It was Vaggie's turn to swallow. Were she wearing her bow in her hair she was sure it would be flapping wildly. As it was she could feel her wings begging to burst forth from her back so she could fly up, up to press herself into her lover's body. "Si, si." "Great! Now," Charlie leaned back down with a ravenous glint in her eye; her breasts and belly hanging tantalisingly close over Vaggie's body, thighs pinning her hips once more. "Where were we?" "Unf," Vaggie blurted out; it was all she could say. Charlie giggled, and kissed her, the sweet taste of chocolate on her lips and on her tongue. Now their breasts did squish together, petite and grey against generous and milky-white, and the angel no longer had it in her to worry about the chocolate splotches that must be getting all over Charlie's shirt and her porcelain skin. Her hands moved of their own accord, tearing open shirt buttons, reaching up to clutch her princess's sides; straining around her girth in order to unclasp her bra, as Charlie began to trail kisses and bites down Vaggie's neck. Fangs brushed her collarbone and warm breath set her skin alight. And while she was still reeling from that, Charlie latched onto her right breast; areola still outlined in a heart of chocolate, and suckled. To top it all off, she gave the nipple a little nip. Vaggie yowled, guttural and husky.
August 3, 2025 at 3:12 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞 ‘Whiney boy, baby brat’ is bratty bottom!Blitzø #Stolitz smut - spinning off from a conversation with @/mistmistly and @/sapphicjoan

archiveofourown.org/works/50345101
E whiney boi. baby brat. by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6) 27 Sep 2023 Helluva Boss (Web Series) Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bottom Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Top Stolas Goetia, Orgasm Delay, Nipple Play, Stolas Goetia Has a Cloaca, Subspace, Blitzo is a Brat (Helluva Boss), Whining, Pleading, Noisy Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Smug Stolas Goetia, Held Down, Aftercare, Mild Blood, Onomatopoeia, canon typical language, Canon-typical swearing, Fluff and Smut Blitzo is vocal, bratty, and needy. Stolas... takes advantage of this. Part 6 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Language: English Words: 1,862 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 321 Bookmarks: 41 Hits: 6,895 "Uuuunhhhh... Stols, pleaseeeee..." "Please what, darling? What is it you want me to do to you?" Blitzo writhes bonelessly in Stolas's loose grasp, his hips pinned between two silvery thighs and his arms spread up and out, gently held down by wispy rings of amaranth magic against the silken bedsheets. Stolas has one hand on the crest of Blitzo's chest, tracing a figure-of-eight over his pects and coming tantalisingly close to his nipples. His other hand is at Blitzo's crotch, stroking a whisper-light rhythm up and down his mighty, trembling cock; close enough for Stolas to thumb at his own entrance as well to sate his own need. Blitzo's eyes are half-closed, rolling back; a shiny little trail of drool runs down from the corner of his mouth. All his self-control has been relinquished, and the noises emanating from his mouth are absolutely exquisite. "Mmmmnmmn... I want, I waaaaant... " "Go on..." Stolas coos, slowing the pace of his talons to a near-standstill. Blitzo opens his eyes and tries to glare up at his Goetia lover. Key word: tries. With his face flushed and his mouth slack, the overall effect is less intimidating and more pathetic, begging. "Fuck...nnnnnnnh..." "More specific, dear." Stolas tweaks a nipple; balances the sharpened point of a talon right on the head of his Blitzy's dick, tries to coax an answer out of his lover with the harsher, rougher sort of pleasure. "Aaah- aaaaahnnn - " That's not very specific at all.
August 3, 2025 at 3:09 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞 ‘Mixed spices packet’ started out as NSFW flashfic requests, but has become a home for short, self-indulgent smut ideas that I can’t really stretch out into full length fics.

(I have, like, 20 more ideas queued up for this, please send help)

archiveofourown.org/works/46622023
mixed spices packet no. 1 by Kiwi6_fruitg 29 May 2025 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Helluva Boss (Web Series), Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Lute/Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford, Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne / Morningstar, Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Wally Wackford, Verosika Mayday, Ficlet Collection, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Foreplay, Intersex Characters, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Edging, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Subspace, Praise Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Closet Sex, Clothed Sex, Blue Balls, Enthusiastic Consent, Demon Charlie Magne / Morningstar, Lute Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Dubious Consent, Sword Used as Sex Toy, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Body Image, MILF Verosika Mayday, Face-Sitting A set of spicy flashfics and oneshots Now a mix of requests and original little ideas! "You're fuckin' beautiful, you know that?" Husk purred, leaning forward to lick Angel's dick, slowly dragging his rough cat's tongue all the way up the shaft, and when he reached the top he licked all the way back down again. "So beautiful." Angel balled a fist in his mouth and whimpered. Oh, it was music to Husk's ears. The sight of his boyfriend in this state, knowing that he was responsible for turning the legendary Angel Dust into a trembling, boneless, inarticulate puddle... it was headier than brandy, better than whiskey, better than wine. "Don't let anyone tell ya otherwise," he whispered, lifting his lips for only a moment, "cause you are." He added his paws to the mix, cupping Angel's balls and rolling them between two gentle claws. If his tongue wasn't on Angel's dick, he'd make sure his claws were tickling at its base. "Oh, how I love seeing you lose control like this," the barcat continued between each lick, each fondle. "You know why?" The spider whined and waggled his head feebly in response, his bangs flopping back and forth as he did. "Cause this ain't a stag flick. this ain't a studio. You're losin' control, for real." Husk let a little growl slip into his voice. "And you're doing it for me . Just for me. Just...with... this." He lifted his head and wrapped his lips around Angel's dick, and he swallowed until he felt it tickle the back of his throat, wet and quivering. The sting of Blitzo's forked tail lashing against his ass was delightful. "You call me sir tonight, bitch." And the imp, truly in command, didn't even give Stolas a chance to do more than gasp at that wonderful carnal pain, before releasing his hold and letting him fall right back down to the bed. He surveyed his prize like a prime cut of meat; Stolas could feel his gaze trailing over him, warming his very being like a protostar's first dawn. "Now, tell me what you want." Stolas eagerly eyed Blitzo's staff, and the delectable shine of Cowper's fluid at its tip. He hauled himself up onto his knees, and oh how he begged. "Rail me, rail me, **** me on my hands and knees, plunge your turgid **** deep into my ******** and ********* ALL my organs until they're *************-!" He could have carried on, but his darling snapped the leash once to let him know enough was enough. "Oh, PLEASE don't make me wait!" he finished "Oh-ho-ho-no, well, if that's what ya want you're gonna have to wait." Blitze leaned away, leaned away to grab for something on the side table. Stolas whined, and got himself another tail-whip on the rear for his trouble before the imp pressed a tube of lube into his hands. "You put this on me first. Don't want to ruin that pretty ass of yours." They had known each other for less than a week. Vaggie wasn't quite sure how her saviour giving her a home and tending to her wounds had led here. How tentative conversations had turned into cuddling; how tonight, cuddling had turned into petting, then undressing, then cautious, tender exploration... and now this. But she wasn't complaining. Not about the hickeys, not about the fingers tearing through her bob cut, not about their mingling sweat speckling the bedsheets. She didn't even have it in her to worry about those scars on her shoulder blades. This was divine. Nibbling and edging had been left far behind; Vaggie was feasting between Charlie's legs; barely surfacing to breathe as she ate her out with all the appetite she could muster. She didn't need air, she didn't need rest, she needed this this this so badly. "Charlie," Vaggie hummed needily, pressing her mouth to the princess's slick, engorged bud and sucking at it. "Aahh - Vaggieeeeeee!!" Charlie howled, tugging harder at Vaggie's hair. She liked that. Maybe, she mused, she should grow it out so Charlie could do it more. And so the fallen angel revelled in her newfound sins. Pride, that she had Lucifer's daughter at the mercy of her ministrations. Gluttony, hungering for more of Charlie; more of this unbound feeling. And lust - no, love - no, love and lust. Vaggie let herself fall further. She slid her free hand under herself, ground her thumb against her own clit and thrust her fingers up into herself. She was already wet, she had already cum, and still ached for more.
August 3, 2025 at 3:06 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞 ‘Sand in our stilettos’ is a continuation of a flashfic request by @rigg4577.bsky.social in Five Hundred Flashfic Collections.

Sallie May and Stella proceed from flirting to competitive foreplay. Sallie gets edged. The readers get edged.

archiveofourown.org/works/46291204
sand in our stilettos by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Helluva Boss (Web Series) 07 Apr 2023 No Archive Warnings Apply, Stella Goetia/Sallie May, Stella Goetia, Sallie May (Helluva Boss), Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Feelings, Beach Sex, Lesbian Sex, Edging, Cowgirl Position, competitive tops, Clothed Sex, Motorboating, Breasts, Canon Trans Character, Girl Penis, Tsundere Stella Goetia, Dirty Talk, Aftercare, Creampie, Humorous Ending, Grinding, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Implied/Referenced Orgasm, yes the author is edging you too, blowjob, Oral Sex, Dry Humping Sallie May and Stella have some unforgettable sex on the beach... Part 4 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Language: English Words: 2,615 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 50 Bookmarks: 8 Hits: 3,590 Sallie kisses her, on that beautiful Envy beach, and Stella kisses her back of course, but Sallie is leading. The imp has dipped her so low some of her perfect white crest feathers are brushing the ground; the imp is cupping the back of her head and guiding her beak against her mouth so that her tongue leads the interplay, the imp's impressive cock is straining at her swimsuit bottoms and brushing against Stella's thigh... the imp has spilt both of their expensive drinks on the lavender sand. Oh, now, this will not do at all. So she turns the tables. Stella has learned a bit about the vulgar art of self-defence from her partner, who is a little distracted and off-balance at the moment - so she gives Sallie a tug and a twist and flips her onto the sand with ease, before clambering on top of her (where she deserves to be) and straddling her hips with a satisfied hum. Sallie bites her lip, rushing to free herself from her bikini top; violet sunlight hits her elegant little breasts and turns red impish skin magenta. She reaches down with one hand and starts to slide her bottoms down her legs, her intentions as obvious as her arousal - but Stella clamps her voluptuous thighs tighter around Sallie's hips and prevents her from making any more progress undressing. The imp whines needily, squirming between Stella's legs, and, when she realises that's futile, starts making grabby hands that pinch and tug at the edges of the Goetia's swimsuit. "C'mon, hot stuff, take it off, gimme somethin'-" "Ah-ah," Stella tuts, almost mockingly. "Know your place, Sallie." And then she rolls her hips forward; slowly, deliberately, so that the engorged head of Sallie's cock brushes against the lycra of her swimsuit over her crotch. Sallie moans. And oh, that is gratifying, watching all the imp's insolence melt away at the slightest stimulation. Stella schools her expression into a satisfied smirk, schools her expression despite the tingles of pleasure shooting through her own core.
August 3, 2025 at 3:01 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞 ‘Feelings of an almost human nature’ is a VerbieMay character study, of Verosika mulling over her relationship with Barbie & Sallie, as well as her own relationship trauma

archiveofourown.org/works/45884254
feelings of an almost human nature by Kiwi6_fruit9 20 Mar 2023 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Helluva Boss (Web Series) No Archive Warnings Apply, Barbie Wire/Verosika Mayday, Verosika Mayday/Sallie May, Barbie Wire/Sallie May/Verosika Mayday, Barbie Wire/Sallie May (Helluva Boss), Verosika Mayday, Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss), Sallie May (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Verosika Mayday's Crew, Post-Coital, Threesome - F/F/F, Pre- Poly, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Light Angst, Pre- Relationship, Mild Smut, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canon Trans Character, Emotional Baggage, Bottom Verosika Mayday, Service Top, Literal Sleeping Together, Body Positivity, Body Worship, Body Image, Mentioned Vortex (Helluva Boss), No Dialogue, Implied/Referenced Sex This will not do. After a night spent with Sallie May and Barbie, Verosika Mayday has some thoughts and feelings to process. Part 3 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Language: English \ Words: 2,193 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 15 Kudos: 127 Bookmarks: 14 Hits: 2,642 Two bodies are pressed up against her, one on either side. One is familiar, the other is still new to her. Warm red flesh gently smolders against her magenta skin. Both her bedfellows are fast asleep, with satisfied smiles on their faces and their bare chests rising and falling gently. Verosika isn't asleep. This should be a very comfortable position and time to doze off in - a sated ember of lust still glowing away between her legs, sandwiched between two hot impish babes who she's just spent the past couple of hours with engaged in the act of mutually fucking each other's brains out. After that long spent in various entwined positions - clit-licking, leg-locking, thigh-straddling, back-arching, hip-humping, tied-up positions, and many more - she ought to be wiped out and well on her way to slumber by now. But instead, Verosika is thinking. And feeling. Feelings are bad - emotional feelings, not physical feelings. There are some very good physical sensations out there, like riding through your third orgasm of the night as a forked tongue teases at your clit and a long, thick member thrusts into you from behind. Or being ridden double cowgirl, tight red ass on your face and a pair of muscular legs gripping to and grinding on your hips with slow, sleazy purpose. Or being completely restrained and blindfolded and never knowing whether you'll get a mouthful of dick, pussy, or tits next, never knowing when it's coming, only that it's coming. Emotions, though, emotions she should have sworn off. After the last time. Attachment leads to pain, always. A flicker of waking up in an empty hotel room with her car and credit card and lover gone dances at the edges of her consciousness, as it always does. And she flinches from it, as she always does, craving alcohol and the intoxicating, unfeeling oblivion it brings. But she can't get up, or even sit up, not without waking either Barbie Wire or Sallie May.
August 3, 2025 at 3:01 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞 ‘Is this just fantasy’ is a tragic smut-character study, inspired by a tweet by @/hazbinhovel, of a newly-married Stolas masturbating to a circus poster of Blitzo while struggling with comphet trauma.

archiveofourown.org/works/42976968
He has only a few respites open to him, the briefest of distractions from the chokingly oppressive existence he leads. His books; his studies; the silence of the starry night; the few hours when Stella leaves him be each day. And this. Stolas slumps in the corner of the bathroom (his bathroom, because of course Stella has her own, larger ensuite); his eyes closed, his nightrobe untied and billowing around him, a talon tracing a tight circle around his cloaca. On the floor before him is a poster, snatched from a lamppost and tucked away inside his jacket earlier that day. Upon the poster is the image of an imp; long-horned and lean in that adolescent way, with red skin and daring, dangerously lidded eyes. The imp is clad in the tight lycra of an acrobat, his lithe body contorted and arched and frozen in time as he flies from trapeze to trapeze. The poster is a little old, the date of the performance has long come and gone, and there have been rumours amongst the servants about an impish circus gone up in flames - but that is not important. What's important is that this is his oldest friend, his only true friend, who he hasn't seen in years. Blitzo. Oh, how he's grown. Oh, how handsome he's become. How talented. How alluringly, tantalizingly, achingly beautiful - Stolas could almost cry from it. He could never have imagined that the cute little impling he'd fallen in love with on sight in the same circus all those years ago would have grown to be so... well, so sexy. Of course he'd tried to steal glimpses of Blitzo when he was learning how to scry, but his father had found out and put an end to his 'fascination with the lesser beings. But his father's not here now, is he? E is this just fantasy by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Helluva Boss (Web Series) 10 Nov 2022 Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Stolas Goetia, Smut, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Masturbation, Stolas Goetia Has a Cloaca, Stolas Goetia Needs a Hug, Porn with Feelings, Implied/Referenced Abuse, One-Sided Attraction, At Least At This Point, Pre-Canon, No Dialogue, comphet, Sad Stolas Goetia, Bottom Stolas Goetia, Demisexual Stolas Goetia, Song: Bohemian Rhapsody, Mentioned Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Stella Goetia, Mentioned Paimon (Helluva Boss), Stolas and Blitzo are both over 18, Fantasizing, Self- Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, But Stolas doesn't know that yet :-(, Internalized Homophobia, Light Bondage, Gags, might be more angst than smut, Pining "Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality" - Bohemian Rhapsody, Freddie Mercury (1975) Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia is 19, and already trapped in the marriage he never wanted but never had the choice of refusing. One night, he manages to find a brief escape. Shadow @hazbinhovel 30 Jul 2022 Hb spoilers // You think as a teenager Stolas ever looked Blitzo up and jacked off at a poster or whatever and then felt like shit about it Jul 30, 2022 • 5:57 PM UTC 3合299 23 18 Shadow 8 @hazbinhovel 30 Jul 2022 Like, I can totally imagine him fantasizing and then getting crashed back into reality at the end- especially considering he IMMEDIATELY knew who Blitzo was, it's not hard to think of him keeping loose tabs, just every couple of years.
August 3, 2025 at 3:01 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
🔞‘Squish’ was my first smutfic, one where I chose to focus on middle-aged Millie & Moxxie with a mom and dad bod respectively!

archiveofourown.org/works/42597381
squish by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Helluva Boss (Web Series) 25 Oct 2022 No Archive Warnings Apply, Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Smut, Fluff and Smut, Softcore Porn, Sweet/Hot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Body Positivity, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Fondling, Sleepy Cuddles, Light Petting, Tickling, Mom Bod Millie (Helluva Boss), Dad Bod Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Late Night Conversations, Vanilla, but a good vanilla I hope, Multiple Orgasms, Belly Rubs, Author is Asexual, author doesn't know what they are doing, this is my first time writing smut AHKJHFDDFJS, Please be gentle, middle aged chubby folk deserve good loving, facesitting 'Some more narrow-minded demons might say that Millie had (past tense) a great figure. Moxxie thinks they must be blind as a bat out of hell. Because Millie has (present tense) a perfect figure! M&M, now older, chubbier, and greyer parents, make gentle love one night. Part 1 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Language: English Words: 3,014 Kudos: 86 Chapters: 1/1 Bookmarks: 15 Comments: 22 Hits: 1,958 Straddling on top of him, Mille rocks backwards just a bit, her breath hitching; she lets out a breathy little moan. Moxxie lifts his head just enough to keep his tongue close to her clit, but also to preserve the view he has. Satan, what a view. The dip of her muffin-top belly jutting out just above his face; the sway of her fuller breasts; that hint of a double chin and the way her open-mouthed expression of bliss creases her cheeks... Perfection. She is perfect. Moxxie adjusts his hold on her thighs, one hand making its way to her rear. He runs a thumb round and round over a dimpled portion of plush buttock and squishes it, gently, while he laps and sucks at that blushed triangle of erogenous flesh between her legs. "Don'tcha need to earn that, Mistah?" Millie half-scolds in a breathy voice, slipping into roleplay mode. She playfully bats at his hand on her ass. Moxxie responds by stroking his tongue in a particular way across her clit, and he eagerly watches her reaction. Whatever words that were on her lips die away, and Millie whimpers as she arches her back and grinds against Moxxie's mouth. The movement sets her long hair into motion and jostles her mom bod about; the sight is so mesmerising he has to force himself to keep it together and keep his tongue & lips dancing across her labia. "How about that?" Moxxie can't help but smirk as he comes up for air and Millie drifts down from her whiteout high. "Sweet Satan fuck..." Millie pants, bosom heaving, " '...yeah, y-yeah that'll do." She practically shoves his head back down between her legs. "Keep fuckin' goin' Moxx'" So he does.
August 3, 2025 at 3:01 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
i think i need to turn this sapphic Stolitz flashfic into a proper smutfic

an ass centric one 🍑

archiveofourown.org/works/589534...
Blitz turned her head, just in time to see Stolas shuck off her kimono….. and she nearly choked on the swig of beer she'd just taken. Hot. Diggity. Damn. Underneath that robe was, honest-to-Satan, the best damn bikini she'd ever seen. It would've been modest on a succubus, but on Stolas it was positively pornographic. The top looked a size-too-small, leaving her underboob trying to escape through the peekaboo cutout. The string straps, for all their vivid scarlet-ness, were barely visible beneath her feathers and momma's muffin top. And even from the side she could tell those bottoms were not covering up much of that fine bird ass. While Blitz was having her pansexual moment Stolas had busied herself folding her kimono over the back of her deckchair. And as she went to lay out a towel to lie on, she turned around, flicked her tail up...and bent over. Very, very fine bird ass. Blitz lifted her sunglasses and whistled. Stolas looked over with the smuggest look possible. "Like what you see?" she cooed, and shimmied. "That-" that jiggle was very distracting. "-uh. Yeah! Yeah. I mean, it's. Y'know. Yeah." God damn it why did she trip over her words when she was trying to be suave and cool and aloof? Why was her face hot? And why did Stolas have to puff her feathers up in the most satisfied way, why did that have to make her tits look bigger than they already were? Fuck. Stolas came closer, still leaning over, but now fully facing Blitz. Hhhngh. Tiddies. "You seem tense all of a sudden, darling. You don't mind me joining you, do you?" Blitz couldn't get her mouth to work.
July 31, 2025 at 5:29 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
I guess for #wipwednesday i might as well preview the Chaggie smutfic that those illustration comms are for 🤭
They wake up, one after the other. Charlie first, roused by the brightening dawn outside, and then Vaggie, stirred by her lover's movement and the creaking of the bedsprings. Charlie yawns, stretches, and settles again, and Vaggie humphs and squirms a little closer to her wife, following the contours of the indentation in the mattress that leads to her. The air is warm and the early morning light is crimson-turning-scarlet through their still-closed eyelids. Soon the rest of Hell will awaken and the infuriating, infernal pandemonium of the day will begin in earnest; but this moment, this moment of respite is theirs and theirs alone. Vaggie reaches out blindly with her left hand, finds soft snowy flesh, and starts to caress & squeeze/knead. It could be Charlie's side, it could be her arm, it could be her stomach - Vaggie knows all too well that Charlie will happily sleep in any position - but it doesn't matter, really. Any contact with her is what the fallen angel's seeking; what she's been seeking She doesn't need to open her eye to know Charlie smiles at the touch; hearing a happy little sigh and a whispered "morning," is enough. And then Charlie rolls over, towards Vaggie; she wraps her arms around her and kisses her forehead as the middle of the bed sinks a little more under their combined weight. Vaggie lets herself press into Charlie, plush and oh-so-much-more comfortable than even their sumptuous mattress. She gets her bearings; her wife's stomach is pressed to hers, which means that the hand she reached out with just a moment ago has grabbed onto Charlie's side, the love handle on her right, right above her hip. Now she opens her eye, and Charlie's face slowly comes into focus - her cheeks glowing, her big eyes bright and sparkling like rubies set in the purest gold, her beaming mouth framed sublimely by the creases and smile lines it creates in her jowls. This is the sight Vaggie gets to wake up to every morning, the most gorgeous sight in her whole universe… Then, with another happy grunt, a humph that's halfway to being a purr, Charlie rolls onto her back, pulling Vaggie up with her, on top of her, as her body undulates from the movement for a good second. Vaggie finds purchase and straddles her leg; she arches her back, not just for the benefit of her sleep-stiffened muscles but for Charlie's benefit too. She blinks, and turns her head just to the left to give herself the fullest possible view of Charlie, to frame her love best in the remaining range of her vision. She's surveyed and explored Charlie's body many times before, with all of her senses, and still she just has to take all of her in; the glow that emanates from within her, the way her breasts fall to the side and the way her belly spills over her waist; her stretch marks glistening and shimmering like little iridescent rainbows. Her chest and stomach rise and fall quicker, arousal hastening her breathing; and the expression on her face is totally luxuriant. Vaggie can see her eyes flicking between her face, her chest, her torso where her waist flares out to her hips... Charlie smile, smug and hungry Vaggie grins and bites her lip. She wiggles her hips, spreads her legs wider over the girth of Charlie's soft thigh, feeling dimpled skin tickle up the inside of her own thighs closer to her own core. Tingling is already starting Charlie lifts her knee, opens her legs too, giving Vaggie something a bit more manageable to mount. Vaggie slips a little closer to And she starts to grind; slowly thrusting her hips down
July 30, 2025 at 12:01 PM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
Simbelmynë Chapter 13 is here — and it’s a little bit spicy??

yes, this chapter is about M&M’s love life! I’ve tried to keep it not fully explicit, but i’m still promoting it here

also i think y’all can guess where the story’s going now 🚼

archiveofourown.org/works/359651...

#helluvaboss #fanfic
Millie and Moxxie didn't, couldn't make love for a long while. In the immediate aftermath, in those painful first few weeks, it was just Moxxie wrapping himself around his boneless wife under the covers, to comfort her - and himself. Then it was the two of them clinging to each other, heads buried in each other's shoulders. Sometimes one cried, sometimes both, and, more often as time went on; neither. It stayed that way for a while. There is, has always been, will always be intimacy in their marriage; emotional intimacy, romantic intimacy, chastely physical intimacy. Moxxie will always love Millie no matter what, in whatever language she needs, and it's the same with her. If that had been the rest of their relationship they would have been okay with that. But sexual intimacy returned, slowly but surely. Cuddling became kissing. Kissing became cautiously roaming hands, steadily becoming more confident, bolder. Then they'd reintroduced their mouths and tongues to the mix, then toys and implements. They'd withheld from penetrative sex, though. The idea of chancing conception again that soon, when the emotional scars were still raw, was terrifying. Even taking precautions, even with protection. Both of them had chickened out when they had dared consider it and retreated to the territories of oral or pegging; if the anxiety didn't cockblock the both of them entirely. And yet. They talked about it. They acknowledged their fears about the chance of another miscarriage, they talked about the still-confusing jumble of emotions; both their conflicting desires to have children and the vague sense of wrongness in moving on. Was it too soon? They still didn't want to try for another kid. It didn't feel right. It felt like too much of a gamble. But they both missed the feeling. Millie missed the closeness of Moxxie inside her; whether it was her riding him or him worshipfully atop her. Asmodeus may have decried Moxxie for being too vanilla, but by Beelzebub he was a good vanilla;… Today is one of those rare, precious days where everything goes right from the moment they wake up. Moxxie rouses before his alarm goes off. He has the time to savour a kiss to Millie's cheek, spooning her - which wakes her up too. And they both have time to savor this affection, for a long morning moment, before they have to get up. The water is just the right temperature when Moxxie jumps in the shower, and it stays just- right when Millie clambers in for hers a few minutes later. Their breakfast toast is perfectly browned, and the avocado stolen from the human world is perfectly ripe and spreads as smooth as butter. Moxxie perfectly flips the pancakes each time, and shimmies from kitchen to table as he garnishes them with smiley syrupy faces; leaning down to kiss Millie as he serves her. And it's not a race out the door for once. Blitz picks them up in the van right on time for a change, and the traffic isn't that bad on the drive to the office. Their boss still drives at maximum attack, but even Moxxie can't find it in himself to object too much. Millie sticks her head out the window and whoops and yee-haws the whole way, Moxxie's heart sings. Their assignment today is righteous in a way that tickles all of their fancy. Assassinating a politician who has screwed over his townsfolk for far too long - cutting funding to public services so that he can go on extravagant holidays while the streets crack and crumble, harassing his secretaries while shunning his family - it appeals to Moxxie's morals and Millie's heart. They kill him together. Moxxie snipes his ankle so he can't run, then cuffs him to the rails of his McMansion balcony while Millie dices him up. And then for good measure they dunk his head in his pool. As Blitzo snaps a picture as proof for their client and Loona torments the tied-up bodyguards for fun, Millie and Moxxie's eyes meet; they take in each other; splattered in blood and chests heaving from exertion and excitement. She's so hot. He's so hot.…
July 28, 2025 at 9:58 PM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
#wipwednesday

the start of a future honeybunch weight gain smutfic, where Loona runs into a “slight” problem trying to get herself off after Bee and Tex send her teasing pictures
Her partners were teasing her again. Loona stared at the pic Bee had just sent her and sighed, long and lusty and a little lonely, around a mouthful of chips sandwiched between two slices of pizza. The Queen of Gluttony was out on a shopping haul, and of course she was getting a new set of lingerie commissioned; black and lacy; barely hiding her pussy and playing with the glow of her > Whatcha think, baby? Loona pondered for only a second before replying. smash < >G Snorting fondly (and hornily), Loona flicked over to the selfie Vortex had sent her, of him shirtless, lifting a keg of sweet liquor one- handedly as he worked backstage at a Verosika Mayday's concert. > saving some of this for u girl! ;-) thx Tex <3 < Loona hummed and put her phone down. She crammed the rest of her pizza-chips sandwich into her mouth. Both her partners were getting out and about. And here she was in a slovenly set of underwear, lying lazily on her side on a very spacious bed, grazing the day away. A couple of boxes of pizza, empty bags of chips, carton of cereal and candy wrappers decorated the bed around her. not to mention a few bottles of Bee's honey, Bee's honey frozen into candy... This was definitely coordinated. Bee and Tex were conspiring to get her horny while she was stuck at home. And it was working - she was feeling very worked up. She craved Tex's dick in her, or Bee riding her face. Preferably both of them at once.
July 24, 2025 at 3:29 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
and i’ll chuck in a NSFW WIP Wednesday teaser too. This one might be a little further down the pipeline – but how does a fic of Lucifer masturbating to try and figure out how Lilith should be treated and pleasured sound? 👀

#wipwednesday #nsfw #hazbinhotel #fanfic
The last time Lucifer had seen Lilith, she had been particularly disgruntled. She and Adam had had sex for the first time, she said. (and oh, that had stirred up an unfamiliar, uncomfortable green-eyed emotion inside him). Apparently the means through which humans would procreate were meant to be pleasurable - which made sense, otherwise they wouldn't have the incentive to do it - and from Lilith's account, Adam had very much enjoyed himself. But Lilith? She'd felt nothing. "He just twitched, rolled off of me with this stupid satisfied look on his face, and went to sleep," she'd vented,. "And left me full of this white, sticky... stuff. It wouldn't've been so bad if I'd felt what he clearly got out of it, but it just felt like... I don't know, getting reached into, and used. It wasn't pleasurable." That didn't seem right at all. And though he often seemed to be at odds with how the other Seraphim and Elder angels wanted the World to be, Lucifer trusted that they wouldn't make a glaring mistake such as that. Adam must be the common denominator. Luci agreed with Lilith's assessments of him; he, too, found the First Man to be unbearably self-centred. And in his heart he knew Adam wouldn't become more considerate, or take kindly to criticism. He knew the Elders wouldn't budge on their grand designs, or intervene when it came to Lilith's pleasure. But he was determined to figure this out for Lilith, because she deserved that. So he snuck into Heaven's library, and had a good long look at the designs for humankind. Angelic genitalia and fluidity description - the elders of Heaven and the seraphim. Unlike mortals, it is fluid in form and function. Their natural forms are nigh incomprehendable; but also a blank canvas. So it was little effort for Lucifer to transform the appearance of his crotch from a smooth, featureless triangle/ mound, into the opening of the designs, called a 'vagina'. ', and shift his innards to accomodate all the inner workings too. • Lucifer, lying somewhere secluded in the garden away from everyone's prying eyes, held up a mirror between his legs to check. what occupied the space of his crotch now definitely resembled what Lilith had, at least externally. a heart shaped blush of skin (Lilith's was pink, his gold) around a slit; a vertical pair of lips. OYSTER COMPARISON • Compare with Lilith's - skin and blood flush colour, her pubic hair (he had tried with pubic hair but he wanted to get a better view) • fascinated. he thinks of her; divine figure, eyes, hair that she strategically used to cloak herself; thinks of her parting her hair to reveal her breasts and torso feels tingle of arousal. • he picks up the mirror again, and sees the opening has changed. widened. there's a second pair of lips within the first, a little bulge at the top; and a definite opening at the bottom. • hands probe, strokes. • JOLT of pleasure that makes him buckle over and moan. • He catches himself about to use god's name in vain and changes it to Lilith • thinking of her, letting the mirror rest against his ankle, experiments with touching clit. Very sensitive, almost to the point of pain, so he approaches it hesitantly now, eases into it.
July 16, 2025 at 12:54 PM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
just… something about his face here is so 🫦
closeup of Moxxie’s face as he looks surprised
July 15, 2025 at 2:45 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
FINALLY the Holygates smutfic is done! This one’s for @missushel.bsky.social, so I tried to make it as sweet n fluffy as I could! 😇

St. Peter’s home after a long day. Abel missed him. Gentle anal & spooning happens while Peter tells his bf about his day 🥺

archiveofourown.org/works/67467296
coming home to you Kiwi8_fruit6 Summary: it. St. Peter has made it home after a busy day. Abel missed him, and he shows Notes: For MissusHel. also i am SO SORRY i originally posted this in my mixed spices packet flashfic collection, but i felt this deserved its own standalone fic (also it was over 1K words) (See the end of the work for more notes.) "I missed you," grumbled Abel, tugging St. Peter out of his robe the moment he stepped into the bedroom. He pulled him into a big bear hug. "C'mere. Haven't seen you all day." Abel was shorter than Peter, but his soft, stout exterior belied his strength; he could lift him right off the ground when he hugged him. Like he was doing now. He gave very tight, warm, clingy hugs. Which Peter always appreciated, very much. He was all for spreading and sharing the love! But when they were both naked, like they were now, there was something more special about it. Something more intimate, more sacred; holy. Yes, their love was sacred to him in a way that the platonic love he held for Emily, for every other angel and Winner in Heaven, could ever be. The skin-to-skin contact, his sweat beading onto the fuzzy hair on Abel's stomach - he revered it all. It was an unspoken signal that they were both in the mood. And St. Peter received the message loud and clear. "Oh, I missed you too, woollybear," he cooed, resting his head atop Abel's. "I had to sing so many songs today!" "Uh-huh?" Abel looked up at him, adoringly. "AND play in the Sera-ymphony on top of that!" He feigned swooning, and Abel had to stumble to one side to keep his balance. "Phew! Let me tell you, Abe-babe, I am wiped out!" "Awww! I guess I'll have to take care of you then," Abel pulled him in closer to press a kiss against his lips. "My hard-working boyfriend."
July 13, 2025 at 2:03 PM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
FINALLY the Holygates smutfic is done! This one goes out to @missushel.bsky.social, so fittingly I tried to make it as sweet, fluffy as I could!

St. Peter’s home after a long day. Abel missed him. Gentle anal sex happens while Peter tells his bf about his day 🥺

archiveofourown.org/works/466220...
mixed spices packet no. 1 Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6) Chapter 10: coming home to you (holygates) Summary: St. Peter has made it home after a busy day. Abel missed him, and he shows it. Notes: For @MissusHel.bsky.social (See the end of the chapter for more notes.) ~~~ “I missed you,” grumbled Abel, tugging St. Peter out of his robe the moment he stepped into the bedroom. He pulled him into a big bear hug. “C’mere. Haven’t seen you all day.” Abel was shorter than Peter, but his soft, stout exterior belied his strength; he could lift him right off the ground when he hugged him. Like he was doing now. He gave very tight, warm, clingy hugs. Which Peter always appreciated, very much. He was all for spreading and sharing the love! But when they were both naked, like they were now, there was something more special about it. Something more intimate, more sacred; holy. Yes, their love was sacred to him in a way that the platonic love he held for Emily, for every other angel and Winner in Heaven, could ever be. The skin-to-skin contact, his sweat beading onto the fuzzy hair on Abel’s stomach – he revered it all. It was an unspoken signal that they were both in the mood. And St. Peter received the message loud and clear. “Oh, I missed you too, woollybear,” he cooed, resting his head atop Abel’s. “I had to sing so many songs today!” “Uh-huh?” Abel looked up at him, adoringly. “AND play in the Sera-ymphony on top of that!” He feigned swooning, and Abel had to stumble to one side to keep his balance. “Phew! Let me tell you, Abe-babe, I am wiped out!” “Awww! I guess I’ll have to take care of you then,” Abel pulled him in closer to press a kiss against his lips. “My hard-working boyfriend.” Peter giggled, and turned his head so Abel could kiss him properly again. He pulled away for just a moment to admire Abel; his messy hair and crooked halo, his plump body, the dale of blonde scruff in his sternum and the flush of arousal on his cheeks.
July 13, 2025 at 1:29 PM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
heh

leet
This work is a draft and has not been posted. The draft will be scheduled for deletion on Sun 10 Aug 2025. Add Chapter Edit Edit Tags Bookmark Comments Share Subscribe Rating: Archive Warning: Category: Fandom: Relationship: Characters: Additional Tags: Language: Stats: Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Abel/St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel). St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), Abel (Hazbin Hotel) Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Bliss, Pillow Talk Spooning, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Lube, Soft Abel (Hazbin Hotel), Bottom St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), Abel has Golden Retriever Energy (Hazbin Hotel), Short One Shot English Published: 2025-07-12 Words: 1,337 Chapters: 1/1 Hits: 0 coming home to you Kiwi6_fruitg (Kiwi8_ _fruit6) Summary: shows it. St. Peter has made it home after a busy day. Abel missed him, and he Words: 1337
July 13, 2025 at 1:07 PM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
though my other Bee taste reference has always been golden syrup/light treacle which *is* basically just liquid unrefined sugar… god i love the taste of this 🤤
July 12, 2025 at 12:26 PM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
personal headcanon: Bee lactates honey.

make of that what you will 🍈🍈🍯
Queen Beelzebub from Helluva Boss
July 12, 2025 at 10:49 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
a crying cartoon person crouched on the ground with the captions: “ HGGHHGHHJKGHJURTGEHJM,, SMIUFF HHG3GH 3JM2. 1> >1.... .21.2/ 1.21.12 h. REH HG”
July 3, 2025 at 7:49 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
AND THIS BIT TOO 😭
"You love my body, don't you? My tummy, my soft and chubby parts? Well, I love those parts of you. And I want you to be able to love them as much as I do, as much as you love me."
July 3, 2025 at 7:30 AM
kiwi6fruit9.bsky.social
THE ENDING I HAD PLANNED THOUGH 😭😭🥺
She looked at herself in the mirror again, dotted with sweat. She cupped her tummy again. Okay, she could see it. She could see what Charlie saw.
July 3, 2025 at 7:21 AM