Unfinished Niffty x Baxter smut

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #216
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Time to repost this, because I want him to continue:

>Bored. What kind of one-shot do you guys want? Might write one if I get any good suggestions.
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>Did we ever get a Baxter x Niffty? If not, I request that. Hell, even if we did, more would be greatly appreciated.
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>I mostly do second person Anon-centered stories.
>What kind of Baxter x Nifty are you looking for?
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>I was thinking of smut with a bit of romance, but you do you.
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>I'm just going to wing this, since i just learned who Baxter is.

Cont.
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>>Be alone in your lab at three in the morning, working on inventions.
>>This means you must be Baxter, boy genius.
>>Unfortunately, your solitude has been lessened these days.
>>After discovering your aversion to touch, Niffty decided to make herself your personal rehabilitator.
>>Her initial methodology proved a failure, so she has changed course multiple times.
>>The currently favored tactic is "surprise hugs".
>>It's really creepy.
>>Also, dangerous.
>>Your work involves incredibly volatile materials.
>>The smallest miscalculation or spillage could easily kill everyone in the hotel.
>>You glance around, making sure the coast is clear.
>>Thankfully, you don't see any pink tufts of hair anywhere.
>>Carefully, very carefully, you begin pouring the-
>>"Surprise!" is the last thing you hear before something small and hyper slams into you from above.
>>Your heart attack stops as you stabilize the beakers, preventing a second untimely demise.
>>(Getting to hell was not fun.)
>>Niffty seems content to hang on to your head until you respond to her presence.
>>Her hands are dangerously close to your sensitive gills, so you need to defuse the situation immediately.
"Ah, Niffty."
>>You grab her by the scruff of her neck, then deposit her next to you.
"To what do I owe yet another near double-death experience?"
>>"You missed dinner again, Baxxy. Everyone's worried about you."
"Everyone can go fuck themselves. I can synthesize nutrient pastes down here."
>>"I know! They're disgusting!"
>>Niffty giggles to herself, the sound making your heart beat faster.
>>You really should get started on a cure for those palpitations, it definitely can't be good for you.
>>They've been happening more and more ever since Niffty started her little game.

Cont.
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>Niffty seems far too happy for someone who has been told to go fuck herself.
"What are you smiling about, little brat?"
>Her smile's deviousness intensifies.
>"You didn't freak out!" she exclaims, doing a happy little dance.
"Of course I didn't! If I had, we would have died!"
>She gasps, a cartoonish surprised expression gracing her features.
>"And you said we! You do care!"
"No. No, no, no, no, no. It was- I misspoke. Even luminaries such as myself are flustered from time to time."
>Niffty bats her eyes, a psuedo-innocence masking her inner 'cute but annoying weeb' for just a moment.
>"Did I make you flustered, Baxter-kun?" she asks, her head tilted slightly to the side.
"I - uh, that is... uh -"
>Niffty starts laughing uncontrollably, literally falling over and rolling back and forth.
>You're to busy processing what was just put into context for you.
>Heart palpitations, increased blood pressure, and higher heart-rate all correspond to... to...
>Liking someone.
>But, that's impossible.
>Who could you possibly like?
>You're only at the hotel because they promised you a free laboratory.
>You hate everyone.
>Only Charlie visits you down here, and you hate her slightly less, but it's still at a 'contempt' level rather than any positive emotion.
>The only other person it could be is...
>Ba-bump.
>Impossible.
>Never have you hated someone more than that impetuous pest.
>You hate how she badgers you constantly.
>How she interrupts your experimentation.
>How she checks in to make sure you've eaten and slept.
>Those waste valuable research time!
>Though, as much as you truly despise admitting it to yourself, you have been getting used to her touch.
>Why, you've only given her two black eyes from knee-jerk reactions this week!
>While you rambled to yourself, she's gotten over her gigglefit and snuck up behind you.
>With a disturbingly sincere expression on her face, she asks,
>"Are you okay Baxter? You usually recover faster than that."

Cont.
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"Hm?"
>You respond, eloquently.
>She takes a seat on your shoulder and hunches over a bit, butting herself at eye level somehow.
>Ba-bump.
>"I joke around a lot Baxxy, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
>Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
"N-nothing is wrong, Niffty."
>"I know there's something wrong, Bax. I've been on your shoulder for at least ten seconds and you haven't thrown me off yet."
>You sigh.
>Might as well get this over with.
>Like ripping off a bandaid.
>... Nobody will ever let you live this down if they find out.
"Well, perhaps I've realized something about the level of fondness I have for one of my compatriots here at the hotel."
>Niffty gasps again.
>"YOU HAVE A CRUSH?!"
>You slap your hands over her mouth, your eyes bugging out in terror as you desperately scan the area for interlopers.
"Dear Satan, Niffty. Are you trying to destroy my reputation forever, or simply trying to force me into cardiac arrest?"
>"So it's true! You do have one!"
>Glancing around, you make sure nobody is nearby.
>You sigh again.
"You're going to keep bothering me until I tell you, aren't you?"
>Niffty nods enthusiastically to the point that she seems blurry.
"...Fine. Come with me. We can discuss this in my room. It's soundproof, so we won't have any unwanted listeners."

Cont.
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>The trek to your room takes longer than usual.
>This is most likely because you are intentionally making wrong turns to delay the inevitable.
>You're as nervous as an introverted fish-man forced to confess to himself and others that his blackened heart is still capable of emotion.
>All of that is a very complicated way of indicating to the audience that they are taking the perspective of Baxter.
>Sadly, nothing prevents the two of you from arriving intact at the bedroom door.
>Mentally steeling yourself, you enter.
>You almost slam the door shut behind you - as usual - but quickly remember your guest.
>Niffty scrambles onto your bed, patting the area next to herself as if it were her room.
>You somehow restrain yourself from punching her kissable face.
>Which you did not just describe that way.
>Shaking your head in a vain attempt to clear it, you skulk over and take the proffered seat.
>You sit in silence for a moment, feeling the curious eyes of the little imp beside you boring into you.
>Finally, you speak.
"Niffty, I think... I think I'm feeling emotions again."
>Aforementioned hell-spawn tilts her head at you.
>"Well, you're definitely talking to the right girl! I have lots of those. Like, all the time."
>She giggles a bit, and your black heart pumps the sludgy blood of your hellish form a little faster.
"I uh, I suppose the problem is which emotions I'm feeling."
>Niffty seems more serious now, motioning for you to continue.

Cont.
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"I think I... like someone."
>Niffty's brow furrows in confusion, scrunching her entire face in thought.
>"That's not that bad, though. I like some people! Like Charlie, or Alastor."
>You sigh.
"No, I mean I think I may have... romantic feelings."
>You blurt out quickly, before your courage vanishes.
>You cringe at yourself, eyes closed as you await the mocking laughter.
>Instead, you hear a gasp.
>"Ohmygosh ohmygosh ogmygosh! You have a CRUSH!? This is so exciting! Who is it? You gotta tell me!"
>When you open your eyes, you're face to face with Niffty.
> A deep cyan blush coats your face, displacing the normal dark grey.
>Thankfully, Niffty assumes that it's from being asked about your crush, and not from having your face mere inches from here beautiful eye.
>You stare for a somewhat uncomfortably long period of time before snapping out of it.
>You stutter out gibberish for a moment, definitely on purpose, while you pull back slightly.
>Niffty retains her position, standing on your thighs as you sit on the bed.
>She's very light, so it doesn't hurt.
>You fumble through sentences that barely qualify as such for a few moments, trying to work up some excuse.
>Eventually, you've exhausted all avenues sans the direct approach.
>Satan help you, you have to tell her.
>She stares up at you with her infuriatingly cute puppy dog eye of full blast.
"Fine, you win. Promise not to make fun of me?:
>She nods rapidly.
"It's you."
>"Me?"
"Yes, Niffty."
>"Nobody's ever had a crush on me before..."
"I find that difficult to believe."
>Niffty blushes as she looks up at you, a deep pink filling out her features.
>"So, we have sex now, right?"

Cont.
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>You sputter incredulously, floundering for some means of responding.
>Niffty falls off of you from laughing too hard.
>A feeling of shame begins worming its way around your gut.
>You've been played.
>As usual.
>Something forces your legs apart, and you feel breathing on your crotch.
>"That was a rhetorical question, by the way."
>The sound of lips being licked fills your ears.
>"I'm gonna ruin your pelvis, Baxxy."
>With her size, the sheer amount of repeated-
>"You're talking out loud, Baxxy. Let's just enjoy this."

I'll do the smut and finish this tomorrow, so have a little preview.

Any requests for the smutty part? Anything I personally dislike will be ignored because fuck you I'm not writing smut I don't like.
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>"So, we have sex now, right?"
Baxter's face when (pic related)
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>Any requests for the smutty part?

hand holding
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Niffty giving a BJ?... or wholesome sex.

or both
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A combination of these these two
>Niffty offers him a blowjob help him get erect
>Baxter's fervently against it, claiming that that would "disgrace" her (and he also wants to keep those sharp teeth away from his dick), and offers something else instead
>goes in really hard with the passionate-romantic stuff: kissing, frenching, peppering her with kisses, hand holding, caressing and cuddling her - she practically melts in his arms (while also getting really hot and bothered)
>feeling confident, he offers to eat her out, but this time, it's she who's against it, claiming it to be "unsanitary" (but, again, she just really doesn't want those sharp teeth near her vagoo)
>and then they have pretty vanilla, wholesome sex, and cuddle afterwards
>...then Vaggie walks in on them (optionally: they fell asleep by the time she does, and she just turns around and leaves, secretly thinking they're cute together)
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