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lqveharrington · 2 days

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Handsome As Always | V.

summary: After three years of dating, you and Vox decide to tie the knot. But what happens when Vox lets his fears consume him?

pairing: Vox x Lucifer’s Daughter!Reader

includes: MAJOR FLUFF, insecure Vox, over-protective Lucifer, Charlie being herself, Valentino being his usual self (that’s pretty much it, let me know if I’m missing anything!)

a/n: this can be read as a part two of ‘you look beautiful’ but can also be read individually!

Ever since your father deemed it was all right to date Vox, you’ve watched your relationship grow in many ways. Vox gained upgrades to his technical self while you gained more recognition as the upcoming Queen of Hell. Your relationship became more well-known to the Pride Ring, and eventually, the news made its way down the other rings. However, there were things you believed never changed. Like Vox’s fears that were kept hidden from lowlife sinners and Overlords.

Vox feared a total of three things as an Overlord and as your loving boyfriend. He feared your father, rejection, and losing you from his life in Hell. And throughout your three-year relationship, you were able to witness each fear creep up behind him at least once.

But there were times you didn’t realize they were happening or being kept from you.

“You promise to watch over my little girl?” Lucifer handed Vox a velvet box, watching the Technology Overlord nod with fervor. “You better. If not, I swear I will not hesitate to wipe you out of existence with the snap of my finger, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Vox tucked the box away into his suit pocket, flattening the new creases made. “I understand. I promise I will cherish your daughter until the day Hell freezes over.”

“Good.” He gave a harsh pat to the back of the Overlord’s back, earning an awkward chuckle from him. The two stood in silence for a hot minute, waiting for something else to happen before you walked in with Charlie trailing behind you.

“Dad, Charlie said she didn’t take the necklace but… Vox?” You give him a quizzical look, snapping your earring on. You and Charlie glanced at one another before you spoke again, smoothing out your skirt. “What are you doing here so early? I wasn’t expecting you to be here for another thirty minutes.” You squint when your father scoots away from where he originally stood. “Nonetheless seeing you with my father.”

Vox pulled you into his arms, squeezing your waist. “I just thought I could come earlier. I don’t mind waiting a little longer if you need more time, gorgeous.”

“Cheeky picture box.”

“I’m a flat screen. Upgraded, remember?” He teased, tilting his head at the way you grinned up at him. “You love me.”

“I do.” You let him lift your chin and press a kiss to your lips, smiling softly.

Lucifer coughed, “Won’t you look at the time? Sweetheart, you have to get ready for your date if you want to leave with Vox anytime soon.”

You separate with a grin etched on your face despite the eye roll you gave your father, gaining a chuckle from your partner. “I’ll be back soon.”

The second you left the foyer, Charlie was shooting questions toward Vox, bouncing on her heels at her sister’s soon-to-be fiancé. “Did my dad give you the ring? Are you excited? Gosh, my heart is pounding for you two! Do you know how you’ll propose? Who else knows that you’re proposing tonight?”

“Yes, more nervous than excited, mine is too, nope, and just you guys and Alastor,” Vox answered all her questions with a lopsided smile, fiddling with his fingers.

“Nervous? What for?” Charlie sat on her hands to prevent more movement. “It’s not like she’ll reject you after rejecting a million other guys. She actually loves you. Those other guys just asked her ‘cause she was royalty.”

“Charlie!” Lucifer glared in his daughter’s direction, earning a quiet squeak from her. “She won’t reject you, Vox. She truly loves you. She would never leave you.”

The father-daughter duo watched Vox glitch at the newfound information, both cursing themselves for making the sinner a mess. Vox was fine until Lucifer and Charlie began talking about your past experiences. The fear seeped into him as he felt his fans kick on, becoming a glitching mess by the time Lucifer was able to speak again.

“Okay, uh— I’m not sure how to fix this.” He rested his hands on his cane, looking back at the stairs and the sinner glitching in front of him. “Listen, uh, my daughter isn’t one to date someone for three years and just leave. She really does love you. I mean, she gives you these lovesick looks whenever she sees you!” Lucifer sighed when the thought of his little girl getting married appeared, a soft smile etching on his lips.

Charlie clasped her hands together in excitement, “And I’m sure she wouldn’t say no either. You two are perfect for each other…”

“What now?” You stick your head in between hers and your father’s, resting on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Come here, let me look at you.” Lucifer pulled his eldest to the front of him, eyes beaming with pride. “You look amazing, honey.”

“Thank you.” You do a full turn before you feel an arm pull your waist to a chest, warmth filling your own. “Hi, handsome.”

“Are you ready to go, my love?” He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, missing the way Charlie and Lucifer glanced at one another.

“Of course.” You spun in his arms, linking your hands together.

You watched as Vox consistently dropped his fork, apologizing each time for the clattering noise. You purse your lips at his nth time for apologizing, the fork hitting against the table. Today was supposed to be a relaxing night for your anniversary, but something was bothering your other half. So in return, it bothered you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You set down your utensils and reach for his hand that wasn’t messing with the food on the plate. “You’ve been fidgeting since we left the manor.”

“Sorry, there’s just a lot going on in my mind.” He squeezes your hand and meets your eyes. His gaze relaxes within a second, giving you a soft grin. Vox sees it now, the look your father was talking about. He takes both your hands in his, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Vox.” You smile and rub his hand.

“I really do love you…” He feels himself heat up before clearing his throat, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “Gorgeous, these past three years with you have been unbelievably amazing. You’ve been this light sent from Heaven for me and I can’t thank you enough for being there for me. You make me feel like my fans constantly need to be on, and you’re always there for me even if you don’t want to be… I love you more than any words can describe it. So…” Vox kneeled on one knee and reached for the velvet box in his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring Lucifer used to propose to Lilith. Your name fell past his lips as tears fell down your face, “—Will you marry me?”

You let out a wet laugh, nodding at him. “Of course, I’ll marry you, you cheesy picture box.”

Vox slipped the ring on your fingers before pulling you up from your seat and lifting you to spin around with him. “I love you.”

You rest your hands on his chest as he stops spinning, “I love you so much more.” Your lips connected, the feeling of electricity stronger than ever between the two of you. “I’m never leaving your side.”

“No?” He held you close, hands clasping firmly around your waist. “I hoped you would never.”

“Never.” You press another kiss to his lips, messing with the ring on your finger. “Is this why you were talking to my dad?”

Vox nodded, eyes filled with love. “How else was I supposed to get parental consent to marry the eldest of the Morningstar family?”

“Oh, shut up.” You smile and kiss him, feeling his grin in the kiss.

When you got back from the restaurant, Charlie and Lucifer immediately zeroed in on your left hand. You flashed your hand toward them before getting tackled by a hug when they saw the engagement ring adorning your finger, noises of excitement coming from your family.

Lucifer shook Vox’s hand when he spotted the Overlord, “I told you she loves you.”

The next eight months were taken over by your wedding plans. From the venue to the flavor of cake, you and Vox were present for all decisions, making sure everything was up to both your tastes. However, Lucifer handled all the expenses and invitations, ensuring that his eldest had the best despite Vox being one of the richest Overlords in Hell. Charlie was with you when you picked out your wedding dress, assuring you that everything was beautiful.

It wasn’t until the day of the wedding that you and Vox became nervous. More so, Vox.

“You can’t tell me you’re too pussy to marry la princesa now, Voxy. It’s your wedding day.” Valentino blew smoke from where he stood in the dressing room, eyeing the television demon. “What are you even nervous about?”

“What if she realizes she can do so much better than me?” Vox drags his claws down his screen, pacing around the room. His dead heart rate picked up, the paper vows in his suit feeling heavy with each second. “I haven’t seen her since two days ago! She might’ve changed her mind—“

“Vox, I doubt your doll would change her mind about marrying you.” Valentino points his cigar at him, rolling his eyes when Vox glares in his direction at your nickname. “You’re rich, she loves you, you’ve got the wits and brains, she has beauty and power. I don’t get what’s wrong.”

“She’s more than just looks and status!” Vox adjusted his lapels, smoothing them out. “This is such a stupid tradition. Separating the groom and bride before the wedding? They can go to Hell.”

“They most likely are.”

Vox sucks in a breath, glancing at the time. “Fuck, okay. Where’s Alastor?”

“You think I would know where your best man is?” Valentino pushed off the dresser and made his way toward the door. “He’ll appear when he appears. Otherwise, have an amazing wedding. I’ll be seated with Vel.”

Vox let out a frustrated groan. He truly loves you, but the fear gnawing from the inside out was making this day so much more difficult than it needed to be. His eyes twitched as the clock ticked, not knowing where his best man was and how his soon-to-be wife was.

You, on the other hand, were also pacing your own dressing room, Charlie doing her best to calm you down before it was your turn to walk down the aisle.

“It’s going to be fine! You look amazing, the venue is perfect, and you don’t have to worry about safety, what’s left to scrutinize?”

“Does Vox love me?” You whip around and stare at your sister with a distraught look. “I mean, I love him. He’s wonderful, but what if he thinks I’m a pretentious royal who is just marrying him for fun just to leave?”

“That’s not what he’s thinking about.” She gripped your arms, slightly shaking you. “Right now, he’s waiting to marry the love of his life in death at the arbor. And we both know that you love him until double death.” You let out a small chuckle, resting your hands on your bouquet. “And as of now, I need to walk down the aisle as your maid of honor and then you need to walk down with Dad, okay?”

You nod, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll see you up there, Charlie.”

“You look beautiful, don’t ruin it!” She exclaimed as she stepped out of the room.

You smiled as she left, then met your father’s eyes as he stepped inside the room. “Hi, dad.”

“Oh, baby, you look… You’re all grown up.” Lucifer gave you a small smile and hugged you, keeping his tears in until later. “You’re making me seem like an old man.”

“Dad.” You laugh against his shoulder.

“Are you ready, my little princess?” He reached up and cupped your face, gaze filled with joy. You link your arm with his, nodding. “Then let’s get you married.”

And it truly was gorgeous. Since it was a royal wedding, there were many people in attendance, but your attention was solely on Vox. Both your fears and Vox’s fears faded away when you met each other’s gaze, the admiration radiating off the contact. And you never broke eye contact with him, even when you met up at the altar. When Lucifer started officiating, you kept close by Vox’s side, doing your best not to kiss him right then and there.

“You look beautiful,” Vox murmured in your direction, making your smile wider.

You glanced over to meet his eyes, “Thank you… You look handsome as always.”

You both chuckled at your words, knowing you said those exact same words to one another when he first met your father. Soon enough, vows were completed with few tears, and rings were passed over, the only thing left was the pronouncement.

“By the power invested by me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lucifer clasped his hands together, a golden, red, and blue wisp swirling around the newlywed couple. “You may now kiss your bride.”

Vox pulled you in by the waist, bringing his screen close to your face. “I’ve been waiting two days to do this again.”

“Let’s give them a show then.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you back with a hand secure on your waist and meets your lips, the cheers from the audience making you smile into the kiss.

“Okay, kids. Break it up, I’m still here.” Lucifer coughed from where he stood, not making eye contact with his daughter. When you throw him a playful look, he smiles, finishing the ceremony. “It’s my honor and privilege to present to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Vox Morningstar!”

Vox raises his brow at you, “Your last name?”

“You don’t like yours, why not have mine?” You tease as you link your hand with his, walking down the aisle.

“I’ll have all of you if you want me.” He presses a kiss to your temple, the static from his lips gone. “I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you more, handsome.” You rest your head on his shoulder with the biggest grin adorning your face.

Yeah, his fears were irrational.

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malimomo · 2 months

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a gentleman’s request

lucifer morningstar x f!reader

nsfw • tongue fucking, piv

word count: 545

summary: lucifer’s tongue is skilled not only with words but other acts as well.

He was a character. Full of personality, a ball of energy, and protective. Those were some of the many reasons why the King of Hell caught your eye. When Lucifer heard that, he got ecstatic for you got his interest as well.

“When was the last time you were intimately touched by a demon?” He asked, dancing his gloved fingers on your skin.

Giggling, you pushed them aside and grabbed them lovingly, kissing each slender digit.

“It has been a while.” You admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m out of practice.”

Lucifer smirked and stood up from his bed, setting his hat aside to look at you with his normal white eyes. Little did you know that his gaze on you was going to be feral.

And that’s how you wanted it.

“I want to change that,” he growled, his smile slowly changing from a normal one to one more intimating. “I want to be your latest and last partner to give you the immense amount of pleasure you deserve.”

“Whatever did I do to deserve that?” You playfully asked. Seeing his eyes turn red with lust got your heart pumping faster.

“You chose me.” He replied, his warm mouth kissing the side of your neck. “That’s more than enough.” Leaning into his lips, you closed your eyes and felt them suck on your skin. “Be a good girl and lay down for me.” Nodding your head, you laid down on his plush bed and let him fondle you, touch you, and kiss you the way he wanted to.

With your legs dangling on the edge of the bed, he plopped his head in between them and slowly removed your panties with his sharp teeth, lightly grazing your sensitive skin. Lucifer was on his knees and licking your clit with his slender tongue, his lips sucking the skin it touched.

“Oh Lucifer…” you moaned as he inserted his pulsing tongue in you. While he tongue fucked you, he dug his fingers into your thighs, forcing you to stay on the bed. Lucifer slurped all he could of you, sucking your cunt dry.

“My dear, I have a request for you.” He said, slowly standing up. He effortlessly tore your clothes off and had his demon eyes marvel your naked body.

“Yes?” You breathed.

“Be loud. As loud as you can. I want every single being in Hell to know you are mine.” Lucifer’s tip was in front of your entrance, teasing it. When he slowly stretched you, moaned out his name. But it wasn’t enough. “What was that?” He asked, a pair of his wings pinning you on his bed. Lucifer’s pace slowly increased as he squeezed more of himself in your tight hole.

“L-Lucifer,” you whispered.

“Who?” He growled, pounding into you with no care. “Who. The. Fuck. Am. I?”

“K-King.” You whimpered, biting your lip.

“And I who are you?” He asked roughly.

“Yours.”

“Whose?” Lucifer roared. “I can’t fucking hear you!”

“Yours!” You screamed, gripping the bedsheets tightly. “I’m yours, Lucifer!”

“Good. And let’s keep it that way.” He huffed, abruptly taking himself out of you. He came all over your chest and used your fingers to write an “x” on your belly. A sigh that you are his one and only.

#hazbin hotel oneshot #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar x you #hazbin hotel smut #lucifer x reader smut #lucifer x you smut #hazbin hotel writing

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justatasteofyourpoison · 2 months

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Helping Alastor out of a rut…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem reader fan fiction)

Part 1

My first time writing a bit of Hazbin Hotel smut. Well, any smut for that matter! Probably a lot of grammatical mistakes but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem Reader

Plot: Not a great deal of plot, but you’re the latest resident at the HH who may be able to help Alastor out of his rut…

Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual content, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you) oral, rut, slight bit of bondage, p in v, not the best grammar).

Word count: 2k

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It was a quiet evening at the Hazbin hotel. You were sat in the lobby flicking through an old recipe book you had found on the sprawling bookshelves, hoping to find something new to make everyone for dinner tomorrow. You glanced up from your book periodically just to see what everyone was up to. Nifty was wondering around, dusting every nook and cranny while muttering to herself. She relished in tormenting any roaches that she stumbled across during her duties. Angel Dust was sat at the bar speaking quietly with Husk. “Get a room you two” you thought to yourself as you could see Angel leaning closer and closer towards Husk as the night went on. Charlie and Vaggie you presumed would be upstairs coming up with the next “fantastic” team building exercise for tomorrow. And as for Sir Pentious, who knows what batshit crazy stuff he was up to…

After scanning the room your eyes fell back down to the pages of your book, but you felt distracted by how heavy the air suddenly felt. You had felt it building for the last few days, like the air was filled with static and something was brewing… But you just thought that was just Hell for you, something ominous happened everyday! With a small shake of your head you continued with your recipe searching.

“There is a wonderful recipe for Jambalaya in that book y’know” a statically voice chimed, “not as good as mine of course”. You looked up from your book and saw two familiar red eyes staring back at you, as if they were looking into your very soul.“Hello Alastor” you said cheerfully, trying to disguise just how much the Radio Demon had made you jump. Despite his fearsome appearance and sadistic nature you were very fond of him. He was always very good company and you had spent many a night shooting the breeze and laughing with him at the bar. “How are you this evening?” you said warmly.

“How kind of you to ask my dear” Alastor said, smiling devilishly as always.

“I’ve been better” he said sounding almost pained. Which was very unlike him at all.

“Oh no what’s wrong?” You said almost taken aback, the Radio Demon was always on cloud 9 (as much as you can be in hell). Alastor slowly stood up and leaned down towards you, his mouth just an inch from your ear. “Something you can maybe help me with Mon Cheri”. His hot breath in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. He stood up sharply, his eyes still burning into you. “Meet me in my room in 15 minutes, don’t worry about knocking. I’ll be expecting you.” And with a flash of black smoke he was gone. You sat there for a minute, face flushed, heart racing. Whatever could the Radio Demon want with you?

You pondered outside Alastair’s door a moment exactly 14 minutes after he left you in the downstairs lobby. You didn’t want to keep the Radio Demon waiting, but knots were building in your stomach. What did he want with you? You’d heard of the all the deals he had made in the past with poor wayward souls of hell. Is that what he wanted from you? Your Soul?

You took a deep breath and grasped the brass doorknob, twisting it carefully to not make a noise before gingerly stepping into the room. “Alastor?” You chimed nervously as you closed the door silently behind you. You turned and stepped into the room taking everything in. The room was warmly lit, with old books and various flora and fauna filling the ceiling high shelves. A grand 4 poster bed adorned with red satin sheets sat against the middle of the wall to the left of you. You walked forward and stopped in line with the end of the bed when you finally clocked Alastor stood looking over the balcony at the almost-full moon. His red hair almost looking ablaze in the moonlight. His jacket and bow tie were resting on top of the stone banister of the balcony. You had never seen him looking so informal.

“Nice of you to join me my dear” Alastor said cheerfully, his back still to you. You could feel the air was now saturated with static, the intensity of it made your pulse quicken.

“You wanted to see me?” you said, no longer being able to hide the nervousness in your voice.

“Yes my dear, and because you came with such hast I will not keep you in the dark much longer. “You see…” he continued to gaze up at the moon. “You see where I was born it is now Autumn. And although we don’t see the seasons change in hell, for some reason I can feel this change every single year. And Autumn…” He trailed off almost contemplating his next words.“Autumn is the season when some animals have certain…” Before finishing his sentence he turned to face you. “Desires.” He said smirking.

Was the Radio Demon asking what you thought? Did he want your body? Before you could contemplate what he was saying any longer he had appeared in front of you, his eyes aglow. “I know you can feel the static my dear” he mused. “And I definitely know you have secretly desired this”. Alastor wasn’t wrong, since arriving in hell you hadn’t ever even had so much a thought about anyone; except Alastor. There was just something about him. You titled your face up to meet the Demon’s gaze, the tension now palpable. “Ok, let me help you Alastor” you said sweetly, your heart racing from the excitement.

Barely as you finished your sentence Alastors lips came crashing into yours and your lips instinctively moved with his. You opened your mouth to allow his tongue to snake in, the passion of the kiss sending heat rushing down your body. His clawed hands caressed your face before gently sliding down your neck and gripping your shirt. With one swift pull in either direction your shirt was ripped open. “Haha!” Alastor laughed nervously, “A bit lost in the moment, I will pay to have a new one tailored of course”. He said charmingly before carefully undoing the button of your trousers and sliding them down gently, exposing your simple black underwear. The Radio Demon looked you up and down “just perfect” he purred. “May I?” He said, his eyes gesturing towards your bra and underwear. His formality took you back slightly, but you guessed no matter how sadistic Alastor could be he was a gentleman when it came to the ladies. “Of course” you said seductively, you couldn’t wait to have him.

He removed your bra and underwear as gently as possible, his claws fumbling with the clasp of your bra a moment. Making you both chuckle like teenagers. When your breasts were exposed his eyes seemed to glow brighter as he bent down to have a taste. You moaned lightly as you could feel his tongue twirling slowly around each nipple. His hand reaching down to place two fingers between your now soaking lips. A low moan came out of him as he felt how ready you were. He removed his fingers and clicked them and in an instant his shirt and trousers were gone, before you he stood in just a pair of black boxers. His chest was adorned with thick black and red hair which trailed down to the large yearning bulge in his tight boxers.

He scooped you up and carried you to the bed as if you weighed nothing. He gently placed you down and moved down the bed, his head between your thighs. “Let’s see how you taste” he whispered seductively before licking slowly up the length of your slit. His Antlers has grown large and in the heat of the moment you grabbed hold of them. “Ah ah ah” the demon teased, “you may look but not touch”. With that green glowing chains appeared around your wrists and pinned you to the headboard. The buck then continue to taste you, circling your clit with his masterful tongue as you lay there squirming. It was all starting to get too much. “Alastor.” You painted. “Please fuck me”.

Alastor removed his head from between you thighs and sat up on his knees. He looked down and smiled cheekily “I guess it is time we both got what we wanted” and with a click of his fingers the green shackles disappeared, along with his boxers. Revealing his engorged cock which was glistening wet in anticipation. He leant down to kiss you while getting himself into position, each kiss still as meltingly passionate as the first. He grabbed just below the tip of his manhood and thrust it inside you. You squealed involuntarily from the sudden pain, annoyed at yourself as you didn’t want to come across as weak in front of the demon. “I’m sorry my Doe” Alastor cooed. He slowed his rhythm and gently eased himself into you. “I didn’t expect you to be so tight, what a delight you are” he purred.

After a few more gentle, but still painful thrusts the stinging began to melt away into pleasure and you both began moaning in delight at every thrust. You gazed up at the handsome demon and still couldn’t believe he wanted you! “Oh Y/N” he growled as his thrusts became deeper and faster. You could feel him hitting your sweet spot with perfect rhythm. “Please don’t stop Alastor!” You moaned. He continued his pace with perfect precision and you could feel your orgasm brewing, a few more thrusts and that was it - pure ecstasy. Your legs tightened around his back, lightly brushing his tail and your cunt convulsed around his cock with otherworldly pleasure. As the pleasure sadly dulled Alastor could take no more, he swiftly pulled out of you before grabbing your hand and pulling you up “on all fours please my dear” he begged. You faced away from him and placed your pussy in the air, leaning your head down and arching your back. He entered you swiftly, grabbing your hips, claws digging in animalistic-ally. As the thrusts quickened the demon began to moan in pleasure before finally he reached his peak. You could feel him come inside you “Oh Y/N!” He moaned. The static in his voice wavering. He collapsed onto you back and you both just stayed there for a moment trying to get your breath back.

A few moments passed and Alastor retreated from you, laying himself down on the satin pillows. His antlers shrinking back to their normal size as his head hit the pillow. “Ah that was wonderful, I’m absolutely shattered” he chuckled before yawning and reaching his arm out to pull you onto his chest. His nose nestled into your hair breathing in the sweaty scent of you. You snuggled into him, wanting the moment to last forever. “Sorry my dear, but I must be getting to sleep, one needs their rest to make sure their voice is fit for radio!” He smiled. “So I will have to bid you goodnight. Please feel free to grab one of my white shirts and I will get a new one tailored for you in the morning.” He said sleepily. Reluctantly you released yourself from the Demon’s soft warm chest and began dressing yourself, picking the closest looking shirt to what you were wearing from the Demon’s wardrobe. You didn’t really want to be caught wearing Alastors clothes by the other guests…

Once you looked as respectful as you could after the night’s events you slowly walked towards the door. As you were about to grab the doorknob you heard Alastor whisper, “That was a lot of fun my Deer.” You turned to see him gazing admiring at you. “Rest assured it will be happening again. Goodnight my little Doe.”

“Goodnight Alastor” you said, your heart rate quickening once again from the words that just left his mouth.

You quietly opened the door and exited into the dark lobby. You leaned against the door for a moment and let out a heavy sigh.

“The Radio Demon wants me?” you mused to yourself as a wicked grin spread across your lips.

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#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor smut #alastor x reader #alastor x female reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel writing #fanfic

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toiletpudding · 3 months

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HAZBIN HOTEL FANFIC

Adam x Lute ⚠️NSFW⚠️

I did it, I made a thing. 😀

Warnings: sex, a blow job, (light cock and ball torture here, Lute's a biter and Adam's into it,) swearing, Daddy kink, dirty talk, (it's Adam so, I mean, yeah) "What's a clitoris?" -The first man, small drug use mention, both of them are stoned, not much for plot, friends with benefits are what these guys are, Lute gets aroused at the idea of murdering things.

-She was bloodthirsty as fuck in that last episode you guys.

Nothing to do but Fuck, Perform, and Kill:

"-and then the bitch has the nerve to call me a sexist asshole, me! I fuckin' LOVE women, they've got like, a bunch of hot holes to stick your dick into whenever you're bored, and I told her that and she..."

Lute inhaled the smoke from the bong, letting her mind wander as Adam continued to ramble on about his most recent fling. It had hardly been a day on Earth since they had found the body of one of their Exorcists. The idea that a hell spawn could kill one of her kind made her heavenly blood boil. She wanted to find whoever did it and pull their tongue out of their ass. Alas, Adam ordered her to wait, he'd said that in six months they would make sure this kind of thing never happened again. She knew he was right, and that they needed to be careful so that nobody caught on.

But fuuuuuuck was waiting boring. Lute was ready now, she wanted to charge down there and send every demon scurrying like bugs, to feel the excitement that only extermination brought these days. The adrenaline coursing through her golden veins as she pierced her victims' weak little bodies with her spear and listened to their pathetic screams. Just thinking about it made her-

"Hey, Danger Tits." Lute turned, meeting her boss's scrutinizing gaze.

She straightened, clearing her throat, and ignoring the sudden heat in the pit of her belly. "Yes, Sir?"

"Are you listening?"

Lute nodded, "uh- yes sir, she gave you the bill for dinner."

"Yeah! Like, who the fuck do you think you are bitch, I'm fucking Adam. I shouldn't have to pay the bill-"

The extermination was one of the few things they had left for fun. And now not only was somebody trying to fight back, but Lucifer's brat wanted to redeem demons as a form of population control? It was fucking bullshit. Demons only deserved ,eternal damnation and death, and she deserved to have some fucking fun. The only thing they had left to do after building heaven was fucking, performing, and killing, and nobody was going to take even one of those pleasures away from her.

"Well? Are you gonna or not?" Lute blinked, registering that Adam's face was directly in front of hers. Fuck, the weed was making it hard to focus.

"Uuh, er...Y-yes?" She said, uncertain to what she'd just agreed to.

"Sweet." The large cushy sofa they were both sitting on creaked in protest as the huge angel sank back into it. Leaning against the armrest. He propped one foot up onto the cushion, and let the other rest on Lute's knees. He watched her expectantly, a shit eating grin on his face.

Lute stared at him, "What're you doing?"

Adam's smile dropped, "Pfft, is the pot making you stupid or something? You said you'd help me out."

"Help you with...?"

"The blue balls that dumb skank left me with, c'mon! I'm harder than a rock here! Put that thing down and show me a good time, bitch."

Lute gave him an annoyed look.

"You wouldn't have blue balls if you didn't pick one of heaven's residents"

"Well I thought she looked pretty fuckin' chill, how was I supposed to know she'd have a stick up her cunt...You gonna get my dick wet already or what?"

Lute rolled her eyes, oh well, there were worse things Lute could have said yes to, and it's not like she had anything else to do other than wait for extermination day.

Setting the bong aside Lute turned to Adam, who was smiling again.

"That's the spirit babe, now come to Daddy." A shuddering jolt goes through her, and something clenches in her belly.

Wordlessly, Lute crawled on top of the larger angel, straddling him and looking down. He was gazing up at her with the usual cocky smirk on his face, prominent as ever, even without his mask, "Well? You just gonna stare at me all night? I know I'm good looking as fuck, but c'mooon."

She could feel the eagerness underneath his robes pressing up against her, and through the way he was gripping her hips tightly, fingers kneading into her flesh.

Lute leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Adam returned the kiss, already trying to push his tongue into her mouth, and pulling her tightly against him. Lute's breath stuttered as his hands wandered up to her chest, roughly groping her breasts through her clothes.

"Fuckin nice," he mumbled against her lips, fingers finding her nipples through the fabric and tugging on them. Lute let out a small moan, encouraging him to continue.

She reached up, running her hands through the mess of brown tangles he called hair, forcing her fingers through whenever she felt resistance, enjoying the small grunts of pain he let out and how his groping became a little more erratic. Both of them were breathing hard when they broke the kiss.

"Fuck," Adam panted, rolling his erection into her hard enough that he nearly bucked Lute off. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself, pushing back against his rutting hips, enjoying the sensation of his clothed cock pressing into the heat between her legs.

Lute dipped her head, pressing her lips to the indents of his throat, suckling and biting, she clenched down on a particularly sensitive spot and tugged until his breath was hitching and he was squirming underneath her.

She let go after the skin was red and painful looking, pressing sloppy kisses up his neck and jaw, pulling him in again for another heated make-out session when she reached his lips.

The kiss didn't last long this time, before Adam was pulling away and whispering in her ear where else he wanted her mouth to be.

Never one to disobey an order Lute slid downward, positioning herself between his crossed legs. His erection was straining against his clothes now, ready to pop out like a jack in the box.

After an awkward struggle of shifting his robes out of the way, and with only a little help from Adam, Lute was finally able to pull his dick out from its confines. Despite being the self proclaimed "Dick master," his was relatively average, and only a little on the longer side. Nothing for Lute to complain about though.

Her hand was already sticky with cum, as it dribbled out of the tip of his cock in a steady trickle. Geez, he really was pent up.

Adam nudged her closer with his legs, "Come on come on come on! What're you waiting for bitch? It's not like it's gonna suck itsel- oooh, fuuuck yeeeah."

Without warning Lute took him into her mouth down to the base and held it there. Adam gripped the back of her head, clutching handfuls of her hair tight enough to yank a sizable clump right off of her scalp if he wanted to. His legs trembled and his feet scrabbled for purchase, heels digging into Lute's calves. Lute didn't move for a moment longer, seeing the First Man grovel underneath her always turned her on more than it probably should.

When his hips started twitching forward Lute began to slide her tongue up and down his length smoothly, the acrid and salty flavor of him coating her taste buds overwhelmed her senses completely.

Adam spat out a series of curses when Lute began to bob her head quickly, going down as far as she could until his mushroom cap bumped the back of her throat, and sucking hard when she came up to the tip. The brutal pace she set for him doesn't give Adam a chance to steady himself or even to make a snarky comment, he was completely at her mercy.

The fact that the most powerful Exorcist in heaven, who could incinerate her with a single finger gun pointed in her general direction, could barely even form a coherent word had her rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to give just a little bit of the pooling heat between her legs some attention.

"Don't fuckin stop Lute, don't stop," judging by the way he was thrusting his hips against her face and that his voice was high with excitement, Adam was already on the verge of blowing his load. Lute only moved faster and dragged her tongue across him more.

"Fuck, holy shit," Adam gasped, Lute could feel his hands shaking, "I'm gonna-fuck-" she stopped moving her head, letting him take control, and immediately he was cramming his dick into her mouth as much as he could, chasing after his orgasm, moaning with each thrust and-

And right when he was at his peak Lute bit down. His startled, pained scream was probably loud enough to be heard outside of the room.

"Fuckin, aaah, you crazy bitch. I was about to nut-fuck!" He pulled his dick out of her mouth to inspect it. Beneath the glistening spit and pre-cum covering his shaft, bright red bite marks indented his pale skin. When he saw them he began to laugh.

"Not yet," Lute rasped, she cleared her throat, "You're not done yet."

"Fuuuck," he laughed, "I didn't think I could get any harder, ow by the way."

"Serves you right, sir." Adam grinned darkly and pushed her hair out of her face.

"Do it again." Lute leaned forward and took his dick into her mouth again. His breathy sigh turned into a pain choke when her teeth clenched down, body as tense as a harp string. His hand tightened around the back of her skull. All it would take is one hard squeeze and he could easily crush her head into a pulp. The thought has her biting down a little bit harder.

When she let go Adam deflated underneath her, "You wanna get a facial?" He panted, "'Cause this is a great way to get a shiiiiiit!"

Lute clamped down on his cock again, her eyes on his face the whole time. Watching the way it twisted in pain and pleasure. She couldn't decide which she liked seeing more. Adam's lips were kiss-red and his eyes were closed and he looked absolutely exquisite. Albeit, It wasn't enough for Lute to grant him an easy finish. Not by a long shot.

She let go of his dick, and the moan that came out of him was like rock music to her ears. She crawled up on top of Adam once again; giving him an open-mouthed kiss. He kissed her back with less focus than before, like he was halfway out of his body.

Denied-orgasm Adam didn't last long, soon he was kissing Lute viscously, nipping at her lips hard enough to make her grunt in pain. "You know, you're supposed to help me with my blue balls, not make it worse." He grumbled against her lips.

Lute pulled back and looked him in the eye, both of their gazes were alight with desire. Eyes like glowing torches. "I've got something else for that." She made a show of sliding her fingers underneath the hem of her dress and down the front of her skin tight pants, watching him the entire time.

Adam's grin split across his face and he sat up. "Aw, fuck yes!" Somehow Lute ended up underneath him, a difficult feat when even a couch this size could barely fit Adam.

He reached up, tugging the dress's neckline down to get easier access to her tits. He fondled one of them, his other hand diving between their bodies to drag her pants down far enough that she could wiggle her legs out of them before groping at her crotch.

Lute shoved that hand away immediately. Beside math, the next thing Adam knew absolutely nothing about was the anatomy of a woman, and what Lute didn't need was to feel the stretch and burn as he stuffed his fingers inside of her dry.

Lute shoved that hand away immediately. Beside math, the next thing Adam knew absolutely nothing about was the anatomy of a woman, and the last thing Lute needed was to feel the stretch and burn as he stuffed his fingers inside of her dry.

Lute sucked on her index and middle finger briefly, just enough to get them dripping before sliding them underneath her clothes, nudging her undergarments to the side. Her fingers just barely brushed against her folds and already her breath was hitching. She focused on her clit instead, and it didn't take long before she was able to slide her fingers in with no resistance.

Adam grabbed at her chest while she quickly prepped herself, switching between massaging her breasts to pulling her nipples and twisting them until she moaned.

"Fuck, I love your tits, they're so fuckin soft. You like it when Daddy plays with'em like this, huh bitch?" His dirty talk only served to excite her even more, Lute curled her fingers inside and her thighs tensed.

Her breasts didn't hold Adam's attention long before he was pressing his cock forward, the head grinding against the back of her hand. Lute didn't need to be told twice. She withdrew her fingers and wrapped her legs around the other angel's hips as best she could. Adam sank down onto his elbows, and she was enveloped completely in his robes, her vision nothing but white and gold.

Her back arched as his dick prodded against her hole, before sliding up and brushing her clit. He thrusted, but missed again. "Fuckin-" Adam muttered to himself, reaching down to guide himself inside.

Lute's folds parted for his pole. Even after prepping herself the stretch still made her clit beg for reprieve. Lute's head dropped onto the sofa cushion.

" Oh, shit, " she hissed, words barely audible, as he slipped into her depths.

A strangled noise came from Adam's throat when he bottomed out inside of her, shudders racking his body as the sensation enveloped him. "Fuck, you could keep me warm all night like this," Adam breathed, cock twitching deep inside of her.

Lute jerked and moaned as his dick brushed against a spongy euphoric. It didn't take long before he was thrusting his hips, dragging his shaft out until only the tip remained inside and slamming back in in routine fashion. The way his veins felt, bulging along her inner walls was phenomenal.

She rolled her hips into his impatiently, wanting more, harder, faster. It wasn't until his mushroom cap snagged something particularly good that Lute let out an audible yelp.

Oh yeah, babe?" Adam jeered, aiming for that same spot. "Gonna gush on my cock? Bet it feels fuckin' good. I keep telling you my dick's the best."

He grasped the back of the couch to steady himself and began thrusting into her hard enough to rock the furniture and jostle Lute upwards until the top of her skull bumped against the armrest. The hard juts to her cervix had her head spinning. She whined as she brought her digits down to her aching clit, she grasped at one of her breasts with the other, clumsily groping herself.

"Fuck- gonna fuckin cream you," Adam panted, Lute moaned her agreement.

"Yeah?" He breathed into her ear, "You wannna get stuffed with Daddy's cum?"

His words sent a buzz down to her precious bud and twin peaks. His cock was electric and each burst of energy sent pleasure sparking up her spine. She was going to burst.

Spreading over her form like early sunlight, the orgasm caused Lute's eyes to roll back and her entire torso to tingle. Heat raised to her ears like a bad sunburn. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I'm- I'm-" she bit her tongue to fight a louder response, gasping as the pleasure consumed her completely.

Adam didn't stop thrusting, cradling the back of her head in one hand, the other still gripping the couch like a lifeline. He was holding her tighter, moving quicker, breath rattling in his chest, he was getting close.

Lute wrapped her arms around him, groping at his shoulders, his back, his ass, anywhere she could get a decent grip. Fuck she was ready for him to, to-

Adam's voice suddenly grew louder and he moaned with each thrust. Lute gasped as his cum painted her walls, filling her up completely.

"Fuck! Takeittakeittakeit, you fucking slut... !"

His moans broke off into heavy sighs and he gradually took more time between each thrust, slowing and slowing until he stopped altogether and collapsed on top of Lute with a throaty groan.

The only sound in the room after that was their shared breaths, they stayed that way for a while, until Lute eventually began to stir from her prone position underneath Adam. She loosened her grip around him; fingers aching from clutching onto his robe so tightly.

Turning her head so she wouldn't be smothered she wriggled until Adam finally huffed and shifted enough so that he wasn't fully on top of her.

"Aaah, that was good," he sighed dreamily.

Lute couldn't disagree, but the fluids caking her inner thighs was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Was it necessary to finish inside, sir?"

Adam smiled, spoiled and content. "What can I say, I like usin' that hole as a cum dump."

Lute stared at him flatly, but her boss didn't notice, he was already swinging his head around. "Where'd ya put that bong, I'm starting to even out." He shifted and Lute's entire body jolted.

"Sir."

"Aw c'mon, don't tell me you smoked it all,"

"Sir."

"Oh, wait, nah, we're good."

"Adam."

"What?"

"Your dick is still inside."

"...Oh."

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ze-writing-qprs · 1 month

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Charlie x Vaggie

Headcanon List

[❤️] Romantic Relationship

The public display of affection is insane, they will not be caught together not being cute

We all know Vaggie is overprotective of Charlie, but Charlie is overprotective of Vaggie as well

“I can handle myself, babe” -both of them have been heard saying this

They never really have big fights (this is canon guys 🙏)

They have little squabbles where they aren't actually mad at each other

they might think the other is mad at them

or they do the silent treatment with longing looks at each other while trying to be mad

Charlie definitely mentioned getting each other promise rings at one point and how cute it would be

Vaggie bought her a promise ring right after that unknowing that Charlie had also gotten her one as well (she just wanted to see if Vaggie liked the idea first)

They planned to give the other the ring on the very same date (looked like one of those proposals where the other person whips out a ring right after)

The whole Hotel definitely thought they had actually proposed to each other

Lots of interrogation ensued

Vaggie can cook

Charlie can bake

Together they either make the best meal ever or the oven is on fire we will never know (they are to busy being adorable that they forget about the food)

They plan dates together

Favorite date is movie night

Vaggie definitely wraps a wing around Charlie when cuddling

Whenever Charlie is in her full demon form she wraps her tail around Vaggie when they are hugging, cuddling, or just standing next to each other (ex: her leg, waist, forearm)

They do each others hair (it's a fact and you cannot tell me otherwise)

Cute nicknames for each other

Vaggie calls Charlie: Star, Babe, Hon, Darling

Charlie calls Vaggie: Sunshine, Babe, Baby

Anyways they are adorable

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 2 months

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This is something I’ve had in my notes for a day or two but I have a writing idea for

Angel is hulled up in his room for a majority of the day to which no one takes much notice of. Husk only goes to check on him after a second day of him no-showing and finds Angel laying in bed silently and Husk comes and sits on the edge of his bed and asks him whats going on. Angel goes on a mini rant about having a few days off but he feels like he can't use them because he's incredibly burnt out from work, all he can do is sleep and check his phone. Husk comforts him a bit on the topic of work and Angel says something like "I don't hate sex and thouchin' other people obviously but... It's so... bland now. I can fuck whoever I want, but when ya always have someone next to you touchin' your thigh or puttin' a hand on your shoulder it gets stale...It'd be nice justa be seen as a random guy sometimes." And vaguely alludes to his appreciation of Husk not moving closer or trying to physically reassure him during the whole conversation. Near the end probably include some lines from Husk and Angel about

- "If it helps you're just a guy that works in adult entertainment to me."

- "..It does a bit. …Thanks."

It’s very basic but I’d like to see more appreciation for non-physical affection/reassurance in any kind of relationship, in this case friendship, but especially in other relationship situations. I’ve recently noticed I have a slight aversion to being touched and it’d be nice to see that kind of casually represented in a character. Not that they hate it but s lot of the time they’d prefer something else or to initiate it themselves. Idk just something I enjoy

Also I have a bunch of stuff I could rant about on how I think Angel views intimacy and sex but I don’t think this is the post for that. Eventually it’ll come around, but as of now I’m just focused on general boundaries

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin #angel hazbin hotel #hazbin husker #husk hazbin hotel #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #do i tag this huskerdust??? this isnt a ship post but i mean its the two of them so i guess #angel dust and husk #hazbin hotel writing

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mrdilhun · 29 days

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I can't imagine what Husk went through, he lived by gambling, died by gambling, and lost by gambling. Even his body bears the marks of gambling and he has lost what he is best at. He paid a great price, his honor was broken, lost his power and freedom...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husker hazbin hotel #Husker #hazbin hotel screenshots #hazbin hotel writing #past lives

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alessabriel · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel, masterlist.

Coming soon...

Alastor.

circles in heaven and circles in hell (Past Lucifer x FemReaderExSeraphim! Alastor x FemReaderExSeraphim!)

Coming soon...

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kureis-writing-hell · 2 months

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Stay up there!

A drabble I did for @rachriposte for his litte, *sweet* idea. I'm being pulled into adamsapple slowly but surery!

There was only one rule: stay up in the air or Adam will stop everything he was doing. And it excited Lucifer greatly.

This work contains adult themes, by reading you consent to be over 18 years old.

Lucifer was fighting for his life.

It was hellish, pun intended, to keep himself up with his wings with a pair of hot lips on his dick. And on top of that keep himself up just enough so he wasn't hitting his head on the ceiling. But low enough so he could keep his dick lodged in Adam's throat. Flying was fucking hard - pun not intended - when it was breezing outside, talk about when your head was being milked by a sloppy, still out of practice but determined asshole.

Adam jerked his tongue around the meat in his mouth, clearly by accident, but Lucifer had no time to notice it. He moaned, throwing his head back. His wings gave up for a second or two, shaking with pleasure, so he fell down just slightly. Adam choked before Lucifer remembered the ultimatum and quickly lifted himself higher in the air.

Adam still jerked back, as always being a dramatic dick.

“Don't you fucking forget to stay up!” He sounded hoarse. “I'll leave, I really will!”

“Sorry!” Lucifer hoped he managed to look sorry. His brain was too fuzzy and his thoughts were too floaty. He just wanted to fill that bitch up, and being not allowed to was making him crazy.

Adam grumbled something under his nose and without a warning put Lucifer into his mouth again. He grabbed Lucifer's hips to steady him enough so he could move on his dick.

Lucifer made a whimper, then a moan. He grabbed Adam’s hair and pulled, needing to go deeper. Adam sucked at sucking, his gag reflex was shit and he always panicked too soon. It was funny, most of the time, but driving Lucifer insane right now. He needed more.

For a moment Adam fought against his strength, before giving up. Lucifer pushed, the first man gagged and suddenly the room was tilting. Lucifer felt his eyes roll back, then felt wind under his wings even though he was pretty sure they stopped working. And then he felt a hard floor under his chin.

“Fuck!” Adam was coughing, dramatically as always. And Lucifer felt like crying.

“Please I have to cum or I'm going to fucking DIE!” He begged, gathering himself from the wooden floor, with both his chin and dick pulsating painfully. He was SO CLOSE!

Slowly, he realized that Adam’s coughs turned into a raspy laughter, which then turned hysterical. Lucifer blinked at the other man, sitting on the floor as well - Adam had to fall too when Lucifer forgot himself.

“That would be so- haha- stupid! Imagine! Lucifer Morningfucker! Dead from unsucked dick!” Adam was laughing so hard at his own jokes that he had to hold his stomach. “You even begged! That's too good I'll never forget-”

“Bend over.”

“Wuh- what?”

Adam cut his laughter and looked up at Lucifer, standing above him. Lucifer had to admit, it was pretty funny. He would laugh at it later, though. When his dick wasn't as hard as a diamond, when his chin wasn't hurting and his wings weren't sore.

Adam had to see the fire in Lucifer's eyes. He paled slightly, then gulped.

His eyes were so pretty when, in panic, he tried to run off and still got caught by the King of Hell.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer x adam #nsft #hazbin hotel writing

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the-stress-express · 1 month

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Heyyyyy, Lovelies!!!

I made something like 5 minutes ago!

You unfortunately probably won’t understand it if you haven’t read at least a fair bit of the wonderful, immaculate Hazbin Hotel fanfic What Time Is It by shsy7573 on Ao3.

So you should go read it RIGHT NOW (if you want to, that is)!!

But for those who have… If you know, you know.

Hey, @shsy7573 @ittybittyluci @whattimeisitfic

This book meme template made me think of you so I made this masterpiece 🤗

Your fic is still absolutely amazing and delicious though! Please never doubt that!

The angst (followed by more angst and eventually comfort) is what makes it so tasty!

This meme is purely for you and the ducklings’ entertainment as well as my own sanity 🤪

Stay hydrated everyone!

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alastor-simp · 1 month

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Thank You All So Much!!!

I have been writing on tumblr for a short while, and I wasn't expecting to get a lot of likes or reblogs for my stories, especially since my writing is amateur in my opinion. I just looked today and saw that the Alastor story- Sleeping On His Lap has over 9,000 likes. 9,000!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never in all my life imagined seeing that many likes for a small story I did. I want to hug and kiss all of you so much!!

Thank you all so much for loving my work. It brings me so much happiness that someone read my stories and it brings them joy as well. I plan on creating more stories for Hazbin Hotel and possible Helluva Boss. Thank you all again and Stay Tuned!

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lqveharrington · 14 days

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Lucky King? | L.M.

summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader

includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.

Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.

An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.

He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.

“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.

“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“

“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.

Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”

You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”

“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.

“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.

“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”

Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“

“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”

“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.

You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”

“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”

“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”

He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”

“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”

“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”

“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”

Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”

You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.

The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.

“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.

You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”

“Mom—“

You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.

“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”

You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.

“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“

“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.

He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”

“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“

“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”

You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.

The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.

Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.

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flan-tasma · 1 month

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Kid (Platonic Adam x Reader)

💖~ This popped into my head and I couldn't help but want to write it down. I love the idea that Adam is still traumatized by what happened to Abel.

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Spanish:

Charlie creía firmemente en que todos merecían una segunda oportunidad, creía que incluso el pecador más jodido y grotesco podía reformarse si se lo proponía y tenía los medios necesarios, esa era la principal razón por la que dejó que Adam rondara por ahí, y que también podía ayudarla con información acerca del cielo. Por eso es que el primer humano estaba allí, no porque se seguía adaptando a estar entre la peste que en el pasado repudió, no porque tú eras una clase de espacio seguro.

Estabas en el hotel, trataba de hacer las cosas bien, pero nunca fuiste cruel con Adam, no al punto de Vaggie o Lucifer, solo lo trataba de poner a raya cuando se ponía muy fastidioso. Pero eras un sujeto más tranquilo, relajado todo el tiempo, alguien que simplemente se sentaba en silencio y sonreía, nada muy diferente a un verdadero ángel. Eso le llamó la atención. No te metas en problemas, ni participabas en actos sádicos, solo estabas ahí, existiendo y de alguna manera tratando de sobrevivir en el ambiente hostil que era el infierno. Ni siquiera te gustaba salir tanto precisamente porque era un peligro que no estabas dispuesto a correr. ¿Por qué estabas en el infierno entonces, si eres alguien tan tranquilo?

Entonces estaba más tiempo a tu lado, no hablaban mucho, pero responderías si él iniciaba una conversación, te reiría ocasionalmente de algún chiste o patearías su zapato si se comportaba mal. Pero tu enfado nunca fue algo de lo que debiera preocuparse.

Esto pasó un día aleatorio, estabas preparando algo de beber mientras él hacía sándwiches, nunca le gustaba preocuparse mucho por lo que ingería, sino más bien por el sabor delicioso. Jamón, queso, lechuga y algo más, pero siempre le faltaba esa maldita mayonesa que notó que estaba más cerca de ti que de él, y como el vago que es, no pudo evitar no querer moverse de su lugar.

“Abel, pásame la mayonesa.” No fue una pregunta, más bien una orden tranquila. Su tono no tenía violencia y rigidez, solo salió de él de manera tranquila y enseguida se mordió la lengua cuando notó lo que había dicho. Cómo te había llamado. No quiso mirar, no quería verte con una expresión confundida, o tal vez una sorprendida mueca estaría en tu rostro, tal vez te burles, o no te importe, pero Adam no quería verlo.

No tenía el valor para mirarte, ni para aguantar la pena con la que podrías mirarlo. Decidió que el hotel podía irse a la mierda, él saldría de aquí y no volvería jamás, porque era incapaz de gritarte y decirte que te jodas y olvides lo que acaba de decir. Era doloroso, sí, pero notaba que simplemente no quería hacerte mucho daño de manera real.

Por eso se sintió un poco mejor cuando, en silencio, le pasaste el tarro de mayonesa. No hablaste, no te reíste, no te descompusiste por mucho tiempo ni lo miraste con lástima. Solo hiciste lo que te pidió y a él casi se le sale lo que sea que ahora tenga en vez de corazón.

Recordó por qué eras un sitio seguro, una especie de paraíso tranquilo en medio de toda la basura que era la existencia. Y casi no pudo esconder la sonrisa que tenía en la cara cuando tomaba su sándwich y se iba, no sin antes darte unas palmadas en la espalda.

“Gracias, niño.”

English:

Charlie firmly believed that everyone deserved a second chance, he believed that even the most screwed up and grotesque sinner could reform if he put his mind to it and had the means, that was the main reason he let Adam hang around, and he also could help her with information about heaven. That's why the first human was there, not because he was still adapting to being among the pestilence he once disowned, not because you were some kind of safe space.

You were at the hotel, you were trying to make things right, and you were never cruel to Adam, not to the point of Vaggie or Lucifer, you were just trying to put him in line when he got too annoying. But you were a calmer individual, relaxed all the time, someone who just sat quietly and smiled, nothing much different from a true angel. That caught his attention. You didn't get into trouble, nor did you engage in sadistic acts, you were just there, existing and somehow trying to survive in the hostile environment that was hell. You didn't even like going out that much, precisely because it was a danger you weren't willing to take. Why were you in hell then, if you are someone so calm?

So he was by your side more, you didn't talk much, but you would respond if he started a conversation, you would occasionally laugh at a joke or kick his shoe if he behaved badly. But your anger was never something he should worry about.

This happened one random day, you were preparing something to drink while he made sandwiches, he never liked to worry much about what he ate, but rather the delicious taste. Ham, cheese, lettuce and something else, but he was always missing that damn mayonnaise that he noticed was closer to you than to him, and like the lazy person he is, he couldn't help but not want to move from his spot.

“Abel, pass me the mayonnaise.” It wasn't a question, more of a quiet command. His tone did not have violence and rigidity, it just came out of him calmly, and he immediately bit his tongue when he noticed what he had said. What he had called you. He didn't want to look, he didn't want to see you with a confused expression, or maybe a surprised grimace would be on your face, maybe you'd scoff, or you wouldn't care, but Adam didn't want to see it.

He didn't have the courage to look at you, nor to endure the pity with which you could look at him. He decided that the hotel could go to hell, he would get out of here and never come back, because he was incapable of yelling at you and telling you to fuck off and forget what he just said. It was painful, yes, but he could tell that he just didn't want to hurt you much in any real way.

Which is why he felt a little better when you silently handed him the jar of mayonnaise. You didn't speak, you didn't laugh, you didn't break down for a long time or look at him with pity. You just did what he asked, and he almost lost whatever he had instead of a heart.

He remembered why you were a safe place, a kind of quiet paradise in the midst of all the rubbish that was existence. And he almost couldn't hide the smile he had on his face as he took his sandwich and left, but not before patting you on the back.

"Thanks kid."

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justatasteofyourpoison · 1 month

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Too many cooks…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 2

I didn’t expect to write any more smut, butttt I had so much fun writing the last one (take that depression! :D) This idea came to me while casually preparing a roast on Sunday and singing along to the HH soundtrack. Enjoy!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem Reader

Plot: It’s your turn to cook for the HH gang, but Alastor decides to distract you…

Warnings: 18+, smut, bdsm, blood, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), slight praise k*nk, p in v.

Word Count: About 1.3K

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The hotel was a hub of joy and excitement tonight, it was Friday night and that meant party time! Each week you all took turns cooking a slap-up meal for each other, then put on music, drank and laughed into the small hours. Last week Sir Pentious served up some sort of inedible egg dish which didn’t go down too well, especially when you all had noticed a couple of his egg boys had mysteriously disappeared… But anyway, it was your turn to shine and you were determined to cook something amazing for everyone!

You had it all planned out, cook a few things to suit every taste; something meaty, something veggie, something carby and something buggy… “Ugh” you scoffed as you placed the tray of roaches into the oven. It was Nifty’s favourite and who were you to deny the endearing little creep?

Niffty ran in and out of the kitchen gathering plates and cutlery to set the table. “Thanks Niffty, you’re a star!” You chimed as she grabbed some plates. “No problem! Everything must be perfect!” She sang as she grabbed some more plates. “And clean” she muttered wiping the top plate manically as she struggled through the door.

You laughed to yourself and began preparing the vegetables on the large island in the middle of the kitchen. “I think I’ll have everyone’s tastes covered with this spread” you thought. But then you remembered - Alastor. Alastor who had invited you to his room last night… Your heart fluttered as you remembered the evening’s amorous activities… “I don’t have any venison for Alastor, he’ll be so disappointed” you thought sadly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, especially now that you were his new flight of fancy.

You continued chopping up vegetables when a familiar feeling washed over you. The static was back and that only meant one thing… “Hello my little Doe” a voice suddenly whispered into your ear. You jumped violently and accidentally pierced the knife into your finger. “SHIT!” you yelped in pain as scarlet began dripping onto the white marble. You grabbed the nearest cloth and pressed it tightly to your finger before spinning round to see Alastor stood there. “Hey Alastor, sorry” you said meekly. “No I’m sorry my dear, I need to learn to not sneak up on people when they’re holding knives. Especially not Niffty, she’s a total liability…” He trailed off, “but here, let me help you” Before you knew it the cloth was tossed aside and Alastor had your finger in his mouth. A seductive look in his eye as his tongue swirled around, making sure to get every drop of you. When he was satisfied he let you go and wiped his mouth across his hand “almost as tasty as last night” he purred looking intently into your eyes. You blushed. “Now don’t be coy with me Y/N, you’re no innocent” he said leaning in closer before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your legs felt weak feeling him against you.

“What are you cooking?” He enquired inquisitively after pulling himself away from you. “Err, a little of this, a little of that” you said brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “But…” you began sheepishly “I haven’t got any venison for you, I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t worry about it” Alastor said coolly “I prefer to catch and eat it fresh” he said almost salivating at the thought. “But the fact I slipped your mind makes me a little sad…” He said his tone changing. Your stomach fell, you never wanted to disappoint the Radio Demon. “I’m sorry Alastor” you said avoiding his gaze. “But, I know how you can make it up to me” he grinned demonically.

Before you knew what was happening Alastor had spun you around and was pressing you down onto the cold marble worktop, his crotch pressed against your buttocks and his powerful hands holding you down by your neck. “Al!” you squeaked in surprise. “Y’know that bit of blood has got me yearning for a little bit more” he growled leaning down over you, his lips against your ear. His lips brushed down to your neck before biting into the flesh gently, his crotch rubbing against you. His lips trailed back up next to your ear. Your face was now flushed hot with excitement. “Last night was wonderful, I think it’s time for round two” he whispered seductively. Your heart skipped a beat, “But what if someone comes in?” you questioned, amazed that you both hadn’t been interrupted already. “I’ll make sure no one will” he said before licking your ear slowly up and down. From the corner of your eye your saw green lock appear on the door. No one would be disturbing you.

Alastor slid his hands down to your black skirt and hoisted it up. “These tights will have to go” he said sternly ripping them off with his claws. You winced as he then spanked your bare arse cheek. “Do you like that Y/N?” You did like that, a lot. “Yes Alastor” you moaned.

“Good girl” he purred as he began sliding your thong down to your ankles. You could hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and felt your body tighten with excitement. He bent back down to your ears “Ready my Doe?” he cooed. “God yes Alastor” you whimpered.

His clawed fingertips traced their way down your back towards your buttocks, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and thrust himself into you roughly, you yelped in pain but didn’t want him to stop. He grabbed you by your pony tail and pulled your neck up, his lips back on your neck giving hickies. He moaned deeply with each thrust into your soaking pussy. “You’re mine” he growled as his stood up tall thrusting harder. His cock was deep inside you, tickling you just were you wanted it. “I thought you were punishing me Al” you moaned. Alastor laughed “Its not my fault you like it you little slut. Now, come for me” his thrusts became faster and the feeling was sensational. He dug his claws into your hips drawing blood and you felt yourself coming hard at the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain “fuck!” you exclaimed before moaning uncontrollably. “That’s it my little Doe” Alastor panted. “My turn!” He thrusted roughly, you could feel your hips starting to bruise from being bashed against the counter. But you didn’t care, all you wanted was Alastor to get there. He leant into you and grabbed your neck before groaning loudly. His cock pulsing inside you as your pussy was filled with him.

He kissed the back of your head before standing up and swiftly dressing himself. He gently pulled your underwear up and let your skirt down. He picked up the tattered tights and laughed “looks like I owe you more clothes!” before making them disappear in a puff of smoke. You chuckled as you turned to face him. You could never get over that face, that smile... He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner my Deer. There may not be anything I’ll eat, but some Rye with friends is always a welcomed treat.”

“Sounds good to me” you panted, still trying to recover from what had just happened. Before Alastor reached the door he stopped and turned “I’ll send some of the girls in to help you finish dinner, you’ve just used up a lot of energy so I’m sure you could you some help.” He said with a wicked grin. With a snap of his fingers the lock was removed from the door and he left inconspicuously.

You braced yourself on the counter. “What just happened…? Fuck!” You laughed to yourself removing a hand from the cold counter to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “I’d better clean up this blood, it looks like Niffty’s tortured someone in here…”

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glamoureddreamer · 2 months

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The wonders of hell

Hazbin Hotel (Alastor and Vox)

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, death (kinda), they both might be a little OOC (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

I was thinking about a part 2 because this was honestly supposed to end up way differently but still I hope you all enjoy and I hope you all have a great day! Remember to take care of yourselves!

Life in hell was- well hell.

Vox was having trouble adjusting from his human life to his demon life. He hasn’t met a person yet who’s even said hello to him, let alone try to help him.

Vox shudders holding his arms close to his chest in hopes to warm himself up. He was baffled that hell could be so cold.

It was the middle of the night and the moon casts a red glow upon the alley Vox walked down. He has been wandering for a few days and has completely lost hope of someone helping him. Vox knew at this point he just needed to help himself but he had no idea where to even start.

Tears well up in his eyes as he slides down a brick wall next to a dumpster, hugging his knees to provide a little comfort to himself. Vox was about to start crying, fully giving up his life when he saw a shadow walk down the alley.

Vox ignored them, he couldn’t find himself to care. For the most part, the other demons left him alone and ignored him, he didn’t see him as a threat.

Vox just stared at the ground, finding the bumps in the asphalt very interesting. The demon stopped in front of him, and a spark of hope lit up in his chest. Vox looked up at him about to ask if he could help him but the demon answered his question almost instantly with a kick to the stomach.

Vox yelps in pain, almost immediately trying to scramble away from the demon. However, he was cornered between a dumpster and the demon now.

The demon was quick to grab Vox’s shirt and slam the other back into the wall. It knocks the wind out of him, Vox gasps for air and once he’s successfully caught it he tries to escape the demon's hold.

The demon laughs and Vox swears he could have thrown up from the smell. He turns his head away, trying to kick his feet that were almost a foot off the ground.

“Pathetic.” The demon says before punching Vox in the face. There was a shattering sound and Vox could see the glass sticking out of the demon's fist just before it collided with his TV face again. The demon didn’t stop until Vox was limp in his hold, barely conscious and groaning in pain.

The demon drops him to the ground and kicks him one more time, Vox grunts and lies on the ground. He closes his eyes completely ready to die when the demon speaks up.

“Next time just submit and maybe you won’t get hurt.” The demon scoffs before walking away. Vox felt rage fill his body, it felt electric. He was furious. At himself, at the demon, at everything. He was not just going to lie down and take it, not anymore.

Vox opened his eyes and spotted what he could only imagine was once a part of his screen-like face. A piece of sharp glass. Vox reaches for it picking it up. It was bloody and he was sure it was his, but he didn’t care as long as it got the job done.

Vox weakly stood up, using the wall as his form of balance. He attempts to follow the demon but almost stumbles to the ground, once he regains his composure he limps after him. Thankfully he hasn’t left the alley yet and even better for Vox, he had his back turned.

In one quick moment, Vox raises his arm above his head and stabs the demon in the back. He quickly pulled it back out before the demon turned around.

The demon yells out in pain attempting to throw a punch at Vox but the tv demon dodges it. Once Vox had an opening to stab him again he did, and he did it again and again until the demon was on the ground not moving.

A pool of blood grew under the demon but still feeling the effects of his adrenaline rush and his anger, Vox drops to his knees stabbing the already dying demon. Once Vox thought for sure the demon was dead he threw the piece of glass and screamed.

Vox sits next to the body panting heavily while the sinner's blood soaks through his clothes. He was completely out of it as he watched the blood pool grow in size. He failed to hear someone approaching him until they spoke up.

“Hello, pal! My name is Alastor and excuse my curiosity but I heard all the commotion from the street.”

Vox jumps looking up at the demon. At first, he thought he was looking at satan himself what with all the red and the unsettlingly wide grin.

“I-I-..uhh..” Vox mumbles dumbly. Alastor tilts his head, seemingly waiting for him to answer.

“I don’t know what came over me...”

Alastor looks at him for a second longer with the same persistent smile before he laughs.

“Oh, dear friend. This is hell, do not worry about such a little matter. He will regenerate and then you can finish the job.”

“A little matter? Finish the job? Aren’t I in trouble for killing another demon? Are you Satan?” Vox’s line of questioning made Alastor burst out laughing. Once he calms down -seeing as the other wasn’t joking- he apologizes.

“You have a lot to learn dear friend but worry not I will help you. But first I’m starved, how about we talk over some lunch yes?” Alastor offers his hand out to help Vox up. The TV demon takes it with a smile and once he is up he nods, perhaps a little too quickly. Vox hasn’t had much to eat since he’s gotten to hell.

The radio demon smiles. “Excellent, I know a lovely town that has wonderful food! And perhaps while we are there we can fix you up as well.”

Vox smiles, however, he pauses. Alastor seemed uncharacteristically kind for a demon. It made Vox hesitate when he began to walk away.

“Wait-“ The demon stops and turns around, still wearing the same grin. Vox wondered if he ever stopped smiling.

“Why are you helping me? No one has been this kind to me...” Alastor sighs quietly before closing the distance between them.

“I heard the commotion and I can’t help but enjoy a good murder now and then.” A static noise filled the air around them and the eyes of the demon seemed to glow red.

“I wasn’t expecting to see much, you never do with sinners. However you showed promise, you can be more than a sinner.”

“Like what?” Vox asked out of curiosity. Alastor chuckles.

“I’ll answer all your questions on the way pal and forgive me for I never caught your name.”

“Vox, I’m Vox.” Alastor extends a hand and bows slightly as the other takes it and they shake hands.

“Well, Vox. Allow me to show you the wonders of hell.”

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