#on the other hand vox NEEDS to get laid

[soplapinga]

To me the difference between alastors and voxs character energy is that alastor seems like he has made out with every male he has ever interacted with while vox seems like he needs to make out with every male he has ever interacted with

#make out as in literal just kissing btw #alastor the aroace king #tho In alastors case is just the tension he has w literally every fucking male character he encounters . just that #pretty sure he has never and will NOT ever make out with anyone . dude is repulsed by the bare thought probably #on the other hand vox NEEDS to get laid #on god #its like #seeing alastor w any other male character: this feels like they have made out #seeing vox w any other male character: oh he wants to make out w him SO BAD #anyways #alastor #vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox

[hellvcifer]

CARING FOR YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK— ଘ drabbles

ft. pairings :: charlie, lucifer, adam, angel dust, vox // gn!reader wc :: 3k note :: i am sick (◞‸◟;) so i wanted to bring a little comfort to others in the meantime. enjoy !! warnings :: canon typical language, pet names used instead of y/n (darling, sweetie, love, babe, sweetheart)

꒰ CHARLIE ꒱

The door to your bedroom slammed open, “Okay!” hurried shuffling and fumbled footsteps accompanied a strained voice. “Oh, no! Wait, wait, wait! Ugh.” Charlie was able to grab the glass of water before it fell off her tray. “Got it!” Her arms were filled with extra blankets, a thermometer, a tray topped with a bowl of hot soup and water, about three bottles of pills, and one with liquid medicine. “Phew! Okay!” She scrambled over to the bed you laid in.

You groaned, the throbbing in your head getting worse every time there was a loud noise. The bed dipped with new weight. You slowly turned over, shifting the blankets around you to do so, feeling them drenched in sweat. “Charlie?” You rasped, seeing her blonde hair swish as she turned to look at you. Her eyes creased in a nervous worry.

“Hi! Okay, look.” She turned back to her things. “I cooked up some soup, I read that the clear broth is supposed to be really good for you! Oh! Also.” She grabbed a few of the pill bottles, held them up. “One of these helps with headaches and muscles aches! And the other will help with your stomach… I think.” She pouted while reading. “Or! I can give you this,” She held up the liquid medicine. “And it should help with… Everything?”

“Charlie…” You tried sitting up, feeling the aching throughout your muscles. You groaned but fully sat up. 

“Oh! And we can take your temperature. I’m not sure how that will work though… Hellborne temps are way higher than Sinners but Sinners temps change when they get here and run higher. Do you think there’s a conversion?” 

“Charlie!” You sputtered, sending yourself into a long coughing fit feeling a sharp pain throughout your head with each one. 

Her brows furrowed, “Here, drink!” She held up the glass of water to your lips, her hand rubbing your back as you did. A few drops of water leaked past the brim before she pulled it away. She moved her palm up your shoulder, then your neck, before coming to your chin. Her thumb brushed away the trail of water that was left.

You looked up at her, bleary-eyed and clammy. Her features brought a weak smile to your face. “Don’t worry, this happened to us before we got here. We get through it… Eventually.” You explained through your raspy voice. 

“I just wish I could make you feel better.” Charlie spoke, head tilting to look at you softly. 

“Having you here is enough.” You giggled. “You’re lucky you can’t get sick or I’d be kicking your worried butt out.” She laughed in response. You turned to look at the liquid medicine and pointed. “That one will work.” 

“Hey.” Charlie spoke, both her hands squishing your cheeks. “Anything you need, and I am right here. Okay?” Her glistening eyes were accompanied with a caring smile. 

You melted. “Thanks Char.”

꒰ LUCIFER ꒱

It may not have been the best idea to try and hide the fact that you were sick from everyone at the hotel. After the battle with Heaven, and rebuilding the hotel, you really didn’t want to be the one caught slacking off. The grand re-opening was soon and everything needed to be perfect.

Which brought you to the present, standing atop of a ladder as you helped hang the very sign that stated what you were prepping for. Lucifer stood at the base to make sure it didn’t tip in the process.

“Okay, a little to the left!” Vaggie called out, standing some feet away and eyeing the placement. “Up a little!” You stood on your toes to make the adjustment, legs straightened to their max as you did so. You began feeling your head fill with pressure, vision slowly overcoming with weird splotches of black and purples. “A little higher on the right.” Vaggie was addressing you, but it seemed muffled the more you tried to shake the increasing feeling of dizziness. 

“Hey, you alright, darling?” Lucifer called up to you, seeing you sway ever so slightly, hand dropping the banner before your body completely leaned backwards and fell off the ladder. He was quick to catch you, calling out your name as you landed in his arms. He cradled your figure, worried eyes staring down at you before being directed to take you to a room by Charlie.

“Dad, don’t worry!” She tried to reason with him, seeing how he watched you with concern. “Angel Dust said that Sinners get sick like this all the time! Some rest and things will be back to normal!” Her dad didn’t budge, brows still creased with worry as he held your hand, seeing your chest rise and sink with raspy breaths. His daughter sighed, “I’ll go get some water.” She took her leave.

Lucifer had no idea Sinners dealt with things like this, even after their deaths. He wished he could take away any discomfort you were feeling. If only he had the power to do so, he would in a heartbeat. 

A groan from your lips brought his focus back to you, he watched your chapped lips become slick with your saliva as you licked them. “Luci?” You felt his hand squeeze, your eyes sliding to see your partner. His hat was missing, hair tousled and wrung as if he couldn’t keep himself from threading his fingers through it, troubled at the thought of somehow losing you. 

“Hey, Sweetie.” He did his best to smile but nothing could prevent the worry from leaking through. “You uh, you gave me quite a scare! Ha-Ha!” He tried to push a smile though it was obviously strained. “H-How are you feeling?”

You glanced around, seeing that you were in one of the newly refurbished hotel rooms. Your eyes squinted, trying to recall the events that led you to waking up here. You had been feeling all but ill for the past few days and did nothing but try and push through it. “I, uh… I’m fine.” You tried to sit up but Lucifer pushed you to lay back down gently. 

“You’re anything but fine.” You met eyes with him once more. “If I hadn’t been there to catch you, it could have been worse.” His voice was shaky as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t feeling well?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I fell.” You tried to scoff out a laugh but seeing his expression you quickly stopped. You sighed, reaching for his hand again, searching for any comfort. He met you with his own, fingers intertwining tightly. “I just… Wanted to help out as much as possible.” You felt his thumb begin to rub along the edge of yours. “I wasn’t feeling well but… I didn’t want to let anyone down.” You saw him melt, now understanding. He felt his heart swell with even more adoration for you.

“Oh, my love.” His other hand caressed your cheek. “There is no way you’d ever let anyone down. Especially with me.” You leaned into his hand a bit more at his words. “If anything is wrong, please promise you’ll come talk with me?” 

You smiled softly before nodding your head. “I guess I should thank you for being there to catch me.” You yanked him towards you, arms wrapping around him tightly into your chest. “My gaurdian angel.” That nearly made his wings pop.

꒰ ADAM ꒱

“Hey Babe!” The door to your bedroom opened, a familiar voice announcing his entrance. “Saw you weren’t at the high council meeting and Danger Tits said you’d be here.” He strutted closer, seeing that the only thing on your bed was a weird lump of blankets. “Uh…” He poked it, “The fuck is this?” He did it a few more times. 

“Sto~op.” You groaned out, muffled through the layers of fabric.

“Uh, ew.” He took a step back, the disgust was ever present in his response. “Sounding a little gross there, babes.”

“Oh screw you.” You threw the blankets off you, narrowed eyes squinting at the intruder. “Why am I sick in Heaven! I thought Angels couldn’t get sick.”

Adam stared for a moment before he bursted into an obnoxious laughter, “Ain’t no way you caught the Angel Allergies!” His cackle continued, clutching his stomach.

“The what?” You spoke flatley, watching him walk around the bedroom and into the on-suite bathroom.

“Every Angel gets them after being in Heaven for a while. It's a side-effect for human angels.” He explained shuffling in the cabinet. “Can’t believe you actually caught them, that’s so lame!”

“Oh, like you’ve never been sick before!” You tried to challenge but your stuffed sinuses made you sound like a little kid throwing a tantrum. 

It only caused Adam to laugh even more. “Fuck no. The first man doesn’t get sick.” The water ran for a second before he walked back out, throwing a white bottle that rattled familiar to pills. “You’re welcome.”

You caught them, all but ungraciously. “What are these?” You glanced at them before having a glass of water shoved into your other hand.

“I can’t have my arm candy looking like a wreck, okay?” He sat down next to you on his side of the bed. Arms crossed behind his head. “Take two of those and you’ll be fine.” Your tired gaze slid over to see him resting, his mask now gone and eyes closed. “You’re stuck in bed until they go away.”

You huffed before quickly taking the pills with a few gulps of water. You drank the liquid entirely and set the empty glass on the bedside table. You immediately turned towards your man and tackled him. Your body cushioned by his and the impact was followed by a breathless grunt from him. “What the–”

“Thanks, babe.” You hummed, and squished your face into his chest. His hand hovered your form before settling around you, pulling you closer into him. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He glanced down at you, seeing your eyes close with a peaceful sigh. “Just get better, okay?” 

꒰ ANGEL DUST ꒱

“See ya whores later!” Angel threw his right hands into the air as he walked through the lobby. “This body doesn't get paid the big bucks for nothing.” He pushed his fluff up, eyes catching a peek at your hunched over form at the bar. He immediately stopped walking. 

“What’s the matter with you?” He took a few steps closer. “Hey,” He poked your arm, causing you to finally sit up straight and wearily turn your head towards him. “Oh, you look like shit.” His lip curled at the sight. Dark eye bags, bleary eyes, dull complexion.

“Thanks, Ange.” Your tone had no inflection of appreciation as you rolled your eyes. “You’re a real confidence booster, you know that?”

“No seriously, what’s going on?” His voice deepened, brows creasing as he sat down on the bar stool next to you, scooting closer. 

You waved a hand in the air, shooing him away. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“More like anything but fine.” Husk spoke as he walked behind the bar. “Spends most nights sitting here rather than sleeping.”

“Shut. up. Husk.” You snapped at the bartender. 

“Insomnia, huh?” Angel sighed, hand hovering your shoulder. He hesitated. “Listen, I gotta go but… Take care of yourself, okay?” You glanced at him before holding your hand out. He grabbed yours and felt you squeeze.

“Don’t worry about me.” You tilted your head and smiled, though unconvincingly. “I’m okay… You should go before you’re late.” Your brows creased knowingly. 

“Right…” He stood,  nervously looking over your figure before letting go and turning to leave. As much as he wanted to stay, to take care of you, he couldn’t do anything to upset Val when he was needed at the studio. 

The next time he saw you was when he had finished shooting. Finally making his way back to the hotel and seeing you in the same spot where he had left you. Except now, you were passed out.

“The fuck, Husk?” He stomped over, “You can’t just pour out the drinks without regard to someone’s health!” He angrily glared at the bartender. 

“I didn’t pour anything.” He huffed, tone blunt as ever. “Started snoozing the minute you left. Figured I’d let them catch some sleep for once.” He shrugged. 

“You– but– Ugh! Nevermind!” Angel came closer, arms wrapping around you softly before lifting you up. He made his way to your hotel room, kicking the door shut with his foot and walking in to lay you on your bed. The jumble finally brought you out of your sleep with a hummed groan. 

“Ange?” You asked, eyes squinting to see his dual colored eyes, a sense of relief flooding your body. You sighed. “You’re back.” You reached out for his hand, searching for his. He returned quickly, though confused. “I’m glad.” The comfy bed now felt like a warm cloud, pulling you back to your slumber once more.

“Wait a minute,” His eyes widened, falling to his knees next to your bed. “Is that why you’ve been staying up?” He whispered in shock.

“Well someone’s gotta make sure you get back safely.” You mumbled into your pillow, feeling your eyelids becoming heavy. He let out a long sigh, overwhelmingly filled with a sense of warmth, hand coming to your head and resting there. 

“Thank you.” He laid his head in his other set of arms next to you. “For everything.”

꒰ VOX ꒱

The man released an exasperated sigh after reading his most recent text from Val. He had to do everything around here, didn’t he? All to keep up appearances with the public and uphold their reputation. Because if it wasn’t his dear Val running up a storm, then it was Velvette. 

Vel’s on a rampage~ ♡

He pushed open the doors to said woman’s studio, seeing her shouting at her workers and her assistant cowering behind one of the trash cans. Taking cover from the throne spools of fabric and occasional scissors. 

“Velvette.” Vox cascaded in a calming tone, walking closer to her and dodging an incoming hairbrush. 

“The fuck do you want, flat face?” She snarled through heavy breaths, “Can’t you see, I’m busy!”

“Yes, of course, so busy.” He rolled his eyes. “And why are you destroying your department this time?” He leaned forward, eyes intent for an answer.

“My star pupil decided to show up late today!” She shouted, “Do you know how much money was spent for this show! And out of nowhere, cough cough, the bitch is sick!” She swiped at her phone, dialing a number. “If that dumbshit doesn’t show, I will kill every last one of you!”

Vox’s brow raised instantly, knowing exactly who she was talking about. “I’m sure someone as smart as you will figure things out.”

“You don’t think I know that!?” She turned towards him. “Go get me my lead!” He huffed and with a zap, he disappeared through one of the many security cameras and into your apartment within the building.

He took a few steps, searching for any sign of you. It was eerily quiet until a symphony of coughs could be heard from the kitchen. They became louder the closer he got, seeing you hunched over the sink. “Oh, No…” He walked over, placing a hand on your back and rubbing to ease your discomfort.

You finished out your fit, “Don’t mind me.” You sniffled, grabbing a tissue and wiping your mouth clean. “Just hacking up a lung.” You stood up, turning to fully see Vox. “Let me guess… Vel told you.” You spoke flatly, knowing his appearance wasn’t a coincidence.

“You should have called me.” He frowned.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to the hot tea you were brewing until you were rudely interrupted by your weak immune system. “I knew your schedule was busy…” You poured in some more honey. “Not to mention, Vel went off before I could even finish telling her I couldn’t make it today.” You raised the mug to your lips, letting the warm liquid relieve your scratchy throat.

“Velvette’s show is the least of your problems.” He spoke and watched your turn to him. “She can find a new lead. You need to rest.” 

“Yeah, but you’re all about saving face.” You poked the corner of his screen, flashing a small smile before walking past him. “Faking it on that runway for an hour won’t be hard.” His steel claws grabbed your wrist and stopped you. 

“You’re not doing her show.” His eyes glared down at you. Screen flashing a few times before revealing his face once more. “I’ve canceled my appointments for the day.”

“What?” your eyes widened. He grabbed your mug, hand falling to your back and guiding you towards your bedroom. “And you expect Vel to just be okay with that?” 

“Let me handle it.” He brought you to your bed, setting your tea on your bedside table before pulling back your blankets. “You’re on bedrest until this thing has flushed itself out of your system.” 

You propped your hand on your hip, “If I didn’t know any better, Vox. I'd think you cared about me.” You watched his face glitch, blue-screening for a moment. 

“sħᵾⱦ ᵾp ⱥnđ lie down!” His filtered static appeared for a moment with his flustered order.

“Oh, kinky! I love when you get all dominant on me.” You smirked, seeing his face continue to malfunction. “Cool your hard drives.” A soft giggle escaped your lungs before you started coughing again. You slid under the comforter, getting situated as he flicked the blankets over. He passed you your tea and watched you take a sip to relieve your coughing. 

“Stay.” He pointed and glared down at you before turning away. Your fingers swiftly caught the tail of his suit, stopping him. He swiveled his head, brows raised.

You turned away, “Thank you.”

A gentle smile graced his mouth. He stepped closer, hand on your head to lean you towards him ever so slightly. His warm screen grazed your forehead as he softly kissed it. “Anything for you, my love.”

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[hellisharchive]

Heyoooo! You probably know me from messaging you but I wanted to ask if you could write a Vox x Fem!reader where reader just takes care of a really wasted but infatuated Vox?

My Queen

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▏C/TW! ▬ 18+, drunk Vox, jealous reader, fluff fluff fluff, bathing

▏C/TW! ▬ Literally wrote this at 2 am and got done at 3 am, so not beta read <3 TYSM for the request! I hope you enjoy it!. AGAIN HOW THE FUCK DID I ACCIDENTLY POST THIS THIS WAS A DRAFT. I dont like how this turned out tbh

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You and Vox were close, but you wouldn't dare say that you two were dating. You did have a small crush on him and was scared that confessing would ruin your fiendship. Little did you know he also had a crush on you as well, it was just unfortunate he was letting his business and brand take importance over his personal life. You were an honorary Vee and his best friend. Sure, Velvette and Valentino were his friends too, but you always got jealous as you watched Val and Vox act in such a romantic way with each other all the time. You always suspected that they were a thing, and even if they didn't have a label, you respected it. So, you always kept your feelings hidden deep down

. But you did need a break, it got so tiring having to watch and hear them act all cute and making sexual advances from the time to time. You've been ignoring Vox for at least two weeks, probably not the best choice but your emotions got the better of you. But tonight, you decided to get out of the tower and have some fun. You went to a pretty well known nightclub- not owned by Vox, a rare occurrence- to let off some steam. Your goal was to get laid by the end of the night with a convenientially attractive stranger, but life doesn't always work out as you want.

Yet, when Vel called you as you were about to get on the dancefloor with a hot bull, you dropped everything to take care of the television that was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. According to her, he kept talking about how he wished he could tell you something and how beautiful you were. You mulled over it as you walked back through the tower in your fancy nightclub dress just an hour earlier. While on your way there, you came across Velvette who looked very pissed off and scrolling through phone in the main living area of the personal living quarters. When she saw you, she flipped you off and rolled your eyes.

"Fucking finally! Vox has been throwing a hissy fit waiting for his queen to come and shut him up. Fuck you for taking so long, he's called me twenty fucking times asking where you were bevause he forgot he changed your contact info!" That was all she said before growling and walking away, signalling that you were going to handle this yourself like normal. You never let what Vel says get to you, that's just how she normally is. But he changed your contact info? What to? You've calmed down a drunken Vox many times before, but this time seemed bad.

"Vox?" You knock and call out before opening his door to find a very wasted man laying on his couch, hiccuping and looking incredibly sad. He was slumped over with a wine bottle in his hand, no wine glass, and the red liquid was spilled all over himself. Wine? Really? He got drunk on wine out of his entire collection? He's usually a fun drunk, cracking jokes and overall being the most funny in the room from the out of pocket shit he says. So seeing him so down makes you feel guilty for ignoring him. But as soon as he looked at you, his face lit up and a smile immediately popped up. He dropped the glass and stood up, trying to rush up to you. However, because he was so inebriated, he started to stumble, which caused you to rush up and catch him from his shoulders.

"My Queen! Where did you go? I missed you my sweet!" The comment about Vel calling you his "queen" you just passed off as Vel being Vel, but now he was calling that you too? Maybe playing into this fantasy would be best, drunk people are never rational and don't know what they're even saying.

"Well my king, I had a very important meeting with another kingdom to attend to. But you requested my presence immediately!" You spoke matter-of-fact as you navigated him to the bathroom, it was hard already with him being unable to properly walk, but he also kept staring at you, so he stepped over his own feet countless times.

"Hehehe...I like when you call me that. YOUR king. I'm your king! How lucky am I?" He giggled and that made your heart beat faster. How lucky was he? What was he talking about? Maybe this was just his drunk self talking, you knew he didn't feel that way, he absolutely had a thing for Val, not you. Gulping, you finally manage to drag him to the bathroom where you sat him on the toilet. He would be so sticky with all that wine that soaked through his clothes, so you were going to bathe him. Sure, getting him in and out his going to be a challenge, but you still cared for this man a lot and wanted the best for him.

"I'm getting you your pjs, do not move ok?" You started to leave the bathroom when he whined loudly, making a swipe for your wrist but missed as he looked at you with puppy eyes. Due to his television screen head, his facial expressions can get extremely animated, unlike normal sinners. His eyes basically took up his entire screen, only leaving a little bit of space for a pout. The sight made your heart ache.

"Don't leave again my lovely queen! I need to tell you something!" Sighing, you gave him a soft smile and walked back up to him. Picking up his hand, you put your other hand on top of his and gave him the most softest smile you muster..

"It is bedtime, my king, you must be bathed before heading to our bed. You can tell me once we retire" Our bed. Saying it made your heart do flips.

"Oookkk my beautiful queen! Hehehe you're so pretty..." He had a dopey smile as you walked away, heart hammering so loud it should have been echoing in the room. He thought you were pretty? Fuck- why does he made you feel this way? You knew that look too, it was a look of complete love. He certainly couldn't love you though, that has to be impossible. He was with Val, he had to be. Going on autopilot, you gather up his favorite pyjamas and mentally prepare yourself for going back into the flames. When you get back, he was still sitting on the toilet, giggling and staring ahead as he was talking to himself about how in love with him he was.

What?

He was drunk, he was drunk, he was drunk- why couldn't you even entertain the idea of him returning your feelings? Why was it so hard to accept that fact? Taking a deep breath, you walk into the room and he lights up again.

"My queen! Are thou ready to bathe me? You got my favorite pjs! And you have an amazing ass! There's a reason why I married you!" Freezing once again, you ignoring his comment about your ass in luei of the last thing he said. Married...you? Did Vox think you two married each other? The thought made you shiver and face warm with how amazing that sounded. Being officially tied to him forever, waking up with him together, and getting to love him forever. Standing up after finishing setting the dials to the right temperature, you looked at him and now needed to know more.

"And why else did you marry me my dear?" Battting your eyelashes with the most innocent face you could gather, you started to stip him of his clothes. You've seen him naked a handful of times which always made you incredibly flustered, but undressing him? It made you nervous, especially with how he's acting towards you.

"You're the beeeeest, like, THE best! You're so pretty and gorgeous and have SUCH a hot bod! But you're so so sweet and amazing and help me with everything!" Did he...did he actually love you? Was whatever he was doing with Val was nothing? Shakily manging to get him completely undressed, you stood him up to maneuver him into the large tub. Not trusting yourself to say anything more, you gently lay him down in the perfectly warm water and start lathering him up. You also never bathed him before, so your nerves were going to overdrive. He took your silence and silenced himself too, maybe he somehow knew you were really anxious right now. Taking great care in not getting water on his head, you see as his face turned from a happy one, to a somber one.

The rest of the process of getting him out, drying him off, changing into his pjs, and moving him to his bed was deadly quiet. You felt like you would be breaking some unsaid rule. Tucking him into bed, you left a glass of water and painkillers on his nightstand, turning off the big light and turning on the lamp. Sitting down next to his curled up body, you rubbed his back and felt conflicted. He's drunk as balls. He probably won't remember any of this. Getting up and saying goodnight, he yells for you one last time.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I did wrong but I'm sorry. Is it Val? We aren't anything serious. I was too scared to tell you because you're so beautiful and I didn't want you to leave me. I love you" Vox looked down at his lap with a sullen expression. Heart hurting for the countless time today, you gave him a kiss on his screen and turned away with a smile

"Tell me when you're sober"

#vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

[buzz-in-your-veins]

Helping Them<3

Helping your S/O via the wonderful art of cockwarming.

CW: Sex, cock warming, face/pussy fucking, gender neutral reader with a vagina, possessive, violence (not to reader), minor slut-shaming possibly, minor voyerism, then talked about.

Vox

Vox loved to have you in his tv room with him. Having you around reminded him you choose him, and your sweet nature always made his days easier.

But he had to admit he liked you best like this, under his desk as he watched the denizens of hell, mouth wide and warm, eyes glassy as drool slipped past your chin.

Feeling more than hearing your hiccuped moans as you stayed still on his cock, pussy spread wide around his plug, nothing better to do than keep Vox warm as he worked.

Vox was always possessive over you, and after Valentino himself had very nearly lost an eye for walking in unannounced, Vox no longer had to worry about people coming in and seeing his precious baby reduced to a filthy whore.

Vox hissed as you whined around his cock, the vibration in your pussy verging on too much. Glancing down, Vox groaned.

You were looking at him with the most beautifully pleading expression, slowly jolting your hips, mouth spread around his wet dick.

“Good Baby, just like that.”

Vox started thrusting into your mouth, unable to resist anymore.

“Fuck baby, yeah that’s it.”

It quickly turned into Vox pulling you up and fucking your pussy, better than any plug, pushing you headfirst into orgasm as Vox moved faster.

“O-oh. S-shit baby, fuckkkkk-”

Vox whined as he came inside you, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you heard Velvette scream up a storm as the power went out.

Lucifer

Lucifer seemed to be allergic to his work. He would absolutely refuse to compleat any of the paperwork he had, and point blank ignored the meetings he was supposed to hold.

The two of you had finally worked out a compromise.

Lucifer loved having his cock in you, pumping in and out of your pretty pussy, sliding in between your lips, jerking in your hand, it didn’t matter, he just loved having his cock in you.

So lucifer would do his paperwork with you sat on his cock, wet folds spread around his dick as you refused to let him move.

“Please. Please my love. Duckling please. Please anything.”

Lucifer loved being inside you.

And he wasn’t afraid to let you know.

“The papers Luci, then anything you want.”

Lucifer hadn’t even looked at the sheets as he signed them, going through them as fast as possible, whining the whole time.

As soon as ten had been stamped Lucifer swept his arm across his desk, sending papers and tools to the floor, and laid you back, before starting to completely wreck your pretty pussy.

“Please, I need it love, please my duckling.”

Lucifer begged so sweetly how could you refuse?

As soon as you nodded you felt heat spreading through your core as Lucifer came.

Then immediately dropped to his knees to eat you out.

The meetings were harder. Lucifer couldn’t be quiet whilst he had his cock in any part of you, and vehemently refused to share even the noises you pulled from him, so cockwarming wasn’t an option.

But lucifer going to the meetings with your juice still coating the inside of his mouth and outside of his dick?

Knowing you’d be ready and waiting for him to get back?

That seemed to work.

Alastor

Alastor didn’t see the same appeal of sex as others did. He found the act, and subsequent swearing and fluids, rather gross.

That didn’t stop him from pleasing his doe, however.

The radio demon being less that stellar in anyway?

That won’t do.

Often, Alastor would use his shadow or his tentacles to pleasure you, an act both of you found pleasurable and fun.

There were however rare times Alastor would pleasure you himself.

Today was one of those times.

Alastor was fascinated, watching as you came apart on his cock. His cock he hadn’t moved for the hour it had been inside you.

Watching as you cried pretty tears and begged for him to move through hiccuped pleas, hips trying ever so hard to buck down, pussy leaking and spasming around his cock.

Hearing you whine and moan as every breath you took jolted you was delightful.

Hearing you scream when he finally thrust in was ecstasy.

You came two thrusts later, so Alastor bent you over the desk and fucked your sensitive pussy through a second orgasm, until he added his own cum to the mess between your legs.

Angel Dust

Being one of the best hookers in hell, Angel has cockwarmed before. He’d never seen the appeal of it.

Siting on someone’s cock doing nothing?

It was just a waste of time.

So when you asked him if you could cock warm him to help you keep focus, he was reluctant at first.

Surely it would just cause more hassle?

After some talking, and your reassurance you did want this, Angel agreed.

Cock firmly inside your tight warm pussy, Angel quickly began to see why this was so popular.

Watching as you sat on his cock, seemingly paying it no mind, even though Angel could feel you getting wetter?

Fucking nevhana.

Realizing ever move he made affected you? Hearing your bitten of moans and choked whimpers? Angel was quickly realizing why this was so popular.

Shifting slightly, Angel smirked as he felt your pussy clench.

It stayed that way as you completed your assignment, Angel shifting ever so slightly to feel your walls clench around him, and when you finally finished?

Angel wasted no time in picking you up and dropping you back down on his cock, using you as a prop while he chased his own release, all the while playing with your clit.

You came twice as Angel used your pussy as a fleshlight.

The two of you were definitely doing that again.

Adam

Adam loved you like this.

All quiet and pliant under his desk.

Mouth stuffed full of his cock as he did the necessary paperwork. He usually got Lute to do this bullshit but these ones were beyond her pay grade.

Lute was also the only one with permission to just walk into Adam’s office.

Which she did.

“Your coffee, sir.”

Adam smiled as he felt you swallow around his cock, this was his favourite part.

“Awesome super tits! Did you finish your work?”

You were forced to stay quiet and pliant on Adam’s cock as he spoke with his lutenante.

But two could play that game.

“Extermination is in thr-ah-hree months.”

You smirked as Adam lost some of his composure. You didn’t see Lutes eye roll. You did however, hear her leave.

“You little slut! You wanted her to catch us didn’t you? Pulling that stunt.”

Adam pulled you off his cock and stood you up, plunging two fingers into your pussy.

“Look how fucking wet you are, I should fuck you with the door open next time, all of heaven can see you getting your pretty slutty pussy split open, huh?”

Adam pulled his hand out of your pussy, sucking your juices off his fingers as he bent you over the desk and shoved his cock in instead.

“Maybe we should ask Lute to join us next time, bet my little slut would love that.”

Adam fucked into l you roughly, never stopping his words, working you to orgasm three times before he came himself.

“Should make you walk around with my cum leaking out your slutty pussy, no pants, let everyone know your mine, and no one else can have the pretty slut huh?”

Dispite his words, Adam did clean you up.

It was then that you noticed the second coffee. Your favourite iced drink.

Your face flushed as you thought of Lute buying you the iced drink, knowing you were under her bosses desk.

Feedback is always appreciated<3

Comments are my high.

~Vyrus

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[bigfatbimbo]

I love the idea of vox aftercare and all that fluff/fluffy stuff sm OMGG

a/n — yes omg i love fluff with vox because let’s be real i don’t think he has fluffy experiences often.

Vox fell back on to bed breathless and panting while you crawled next to him. 

“You did so good,” you said, planting a kiss on the area where his cheek would be. He whined softly, still coming down from his high.

It took a few more moments for him to come to his senses and notice the uncomfortable stickiness on and around him, along with the ache in certain areas of his neck and thighs that were littered in dozens of hickeys. 

He groaned as he went to get up, dreading the process of cleaning up and then leaving. That’s when you gently pushed his chest back onto the bed.

He looked up at you confused, before blinking,“Um— I’m a little checked out for the night.” He explained and he rolled his neck trying to distract from the hurt.

“What? Oh, oh no, Vox, that’s not—“ You try to explain before sitting up further on the bed. “Just let me clean up for you, baby. I think I went a little hard on you today,” you cross your arm around your other elbow to stretch, crack your knuckles and get off the bed.

“Oh,” Vox was slightly taken aback. Usually when he got laid it was never really about him. Valentino, for example, was more of a fuck and run situation.

There was never much aftercare. Never much he didn’t have to do himself, at least. He started to hoist himself off the bed, his body was sore though he had to stop himself from hissing in pain.

“Look it’s fine, I can just take my shit and—“

“Sit down, Vox.” You command from the other room, “You let yourself be taken care of in bed and you can do it now.” 

“That’s different,” he tried. Honestly, he really did see it that way.

“Mhm, and you’re being very brave about it,” you tease, coming back in the other room with all sorts of things; new sheets, an ice pack, and a warm, damp washcloth.

You sit next to him on the bed and begin to clean up.

“Does it hurt?” you inquire, pointing to the bruises on his neck.

“Well you did sink your teeth into the softest parts of my body so, you could imagine,” he felt bad for giving you so much attitude, so he finished the sentence with a teasing smile.

“Yeah, I bet,” You raise your head high as if to show how proud of yourself you are. 

Vox’s eye roll is cut off when you placed the ice pack to the back of his neck.

“Fuck,” he winced slightly. You placed your hand on his thigh and rubbed comfortingly, kissing him on the side of his screen.

“Sorry, baby. Here keep icing that,” you say before getting up.

“Where are you going?” Vox asked, slightly scared of your leaving, even though he couldn’t place why.

You left the door to the bedroom open and walked into your kitchen. “Nowhere,” you answer, retrieving two mugs from your cupboard, “How do you like your tea?”

“I don’t. I hate tea,” he called, getting comfortable on the bed as he moved the ice to his thighs. “I prefer coffee, black, if you can,” he paused, realizing his tone, “but you don’t have too.” 

For some reason he didn’t want to be difficult towards you after everything you’ve done for him tonight. You’ve exceeded in meeting his needs and now, even after sex, took care of him.

“I—“ you can’t help but laugh at his request. “Vox it’s the middle of the night. You want coffee?” You snickered.

“Well, I didn’t think you would judge me for it,” he picked up on your unserious tone and matched it to the best of his abillities.

“And black coffee at that,” you smiled, “that’s absolute insanity.”

“Yes, we’re literally in hell and that’s insanity,” Vox couldn’t hold back a smile when you came in the room.

His heart fluttered when he saw what is in your hands, one cup of green tea along with the black coffee he requested. You listened to him, actually listened to him. 

He didn’t really know why he felt a sudden rush of affection towards you. After all, it was just coffee. But you had heard him, after the joke was over, and you still catered to his needs. 

Something Valentino would never do.

“One cup of, far superior tea, and one cup of—“ you made a fake gagging noise as you sat down, “—far less superior, bitter black coffee.” 

As you put the mugs on the bed side table, you sat down next to Vox and spread your arms out, welcoming him in. 

For some reason, Vox found himself eager to be held by you, to be appreciated and loved more. He hesitated for a moment before gladly accepting the offer.

In a moment he buries himself deep in your chest, your arms wrap around him and rub his back. 

You lean down and kiss the top of his screen, “still sore, sweetie?” 

He felt his screen heat up at the pet name. “Yes,” he simply said, despite the strong coffee he grew drowsy in your arms.

Especially with you rubbing up and down his back with your nails in such a soft demeanor.

“I’m sorry if I went to hard on you, baby,” you spoke barley above a whisper, as if noticing the fact that exhaustion finally kicked in for Vox.

“mhm, ‘ts fine. It was good,” he mumbled, using his hands to pull you closer to him by your shirt.

“You did so well for me, by the way,” you cooed in his ear. “took everything so nice. I really do think you’re amazing.”

Vox hummed quietly, feeling his screen once again heat up from your nice words. He still clung to you, desperately. If he were less tired, the praise might even get him going again.

But it was the intimacy you were displaying now that was comforting him into a deep, deep sleep.

a/n — i really hope my vague guesses on vox and val’s relationship were right bc i haven’t see the new episodes so… fingers crossed?

also i feel like i paint val out to be the only toxic one in the relationship. No, vox definitely is a manipulative problem too but of course val has affected him just as much yknow?

just to clarify—

hope you enjoyed the fic <3

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox #dom reader

[writingdisposal]

Depravity (Vox x Fem!Reader)

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wc: 2.5k

cw: vulgar speech, drugs, dubious consent, explicit themes, oral (receiving + giving)

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Working for Valentino has never been pretty, but nothing is truly beautiful in Hell anyway. It was easy money at least. You only had to serve some perverted freaks drinks and stroke their ego, occasionally stroke their ego in the sheets as well. Sounds easy enough, however on days where Vox frequented the club, it was truly hellish work. He was always so rough, grabbing onto your waist like he owns you. Valentino owns you, but it seemed as a member of the Vees, Vox had just as much of a claim over you as Valentino does. Whatever, he wasn't in tonight. Apparently he had some meeting to attend.

"Baby, get us another drink!" Valentino requested over the blaring music, shaking with his empty glass. "Right away, Sir," you said, taking not only his glass, but also those of his whores who kept on touching him. Rolling your eyes you quickly weaved through the dance field, bumping into sinners frequently. As soon as you got through the horny bunch, your eyes land on the bar, to be precise on your colleague. He shot you an empathetic glance. "Tough costumers?" He asked, already preparing the round of drinks, you needed. "Not really, Valentino just doesn't get enough of your new concoction," you heaved, taking a temporary seat at the bar and slumping on the counter. He simply smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment." "You better!" You retorted, pointing a finger at him, "Thanks to you I'm making bank in tips tonight." Tapping your arm reassuringly, he told you playfully 'to go get those tips'. "I swear, I don't know what I would do without you in this shit hole...," you mumbled before getting off your comfortable seat.

As you left with the drinks in hand, you saw in the corner of your eye his boyish smile appear. Sometimes you wondered how he ended up down here. Nevermind that now, you have to get the drinks Valentino and then take care of other VIPs. Weaving through the crowd just as before, you get back to their table. His whores are now making out with one another, whilst he puffed his smoke, merely enjoying the view. Bending over, you put the drinks on the table, allowing for them to make an audible clicking sound. As you straightened up, you felt a hand slide from your ass to your waist, just shy from touching your tits. You tensed up.Valentino whistled, "Look who decided to show up!" None other than Vox stood there, tightening his grip on you. He smirked, yelling over the music, "Yeah, wouldn't dream of missing this!" Valentino and Vox laughed before diverting their attention elsewhere. Unfortunately for you, Vox diverted his attention to you.

He let his hands roam your body from your waist down to your hips as he whispered into your ear, "I need to let off some steam, sweetheart..." Tensing up further, you simply smiled. "Of course, Sir," you politely told him, leaning into his touch, "Would you like me to grab some bottles of bourbon first?" "Oh no," he waved you off, "I got you covered." Your eyes widened. He got you covered? That was new, so that can't be good. Vox found your nervousness amusing and even a little arousing. Excitement filled his chest as he led you to one of the back rooms where folks can relax in a more sexual fashion. When you entered the room, the music became barely audible, fading into a thudding noise as the vibrations hit the walls. The door clicked shut and Vox tossed his jacket to the arm armchair beside the bed.

Taking a deep breath you put on a charming smile as always and laid down on the bed. "So what are you in the mood tonight, Sir?" You asked, tilting your head to appear docile. Vox grinned. "You know, I would love being rough with you, while you weakly try to fight back," he replied, crawling on top of you, "But I'm craving something else tonight..." His hands started roaming your body. His gaze flickered between your cleavage to your eyes. You pulled him down to give him a small peck on the lips. "What might that be?" You asked sweetly. Vox, instead of giving you an answer, started kissing you back with much more fervor. Your hands wandered from the back of his head to his neck. It made Vox groaned into the kiss and grope your tit, allowing a moan to escape your lips. "Fuck," he cursed, breaking the kiss to look deeply into your eyes, "such a good whore..." His hand held your face before moving down to your throat. He grinned as he pressed a little on your throat, "My pretty whore..." After giving you a small kiss, he stood back up and went to his jacket.

Your gaze followed his movement. Vox looked much more tired than usual. Maybe that's why he is acting more gentle as well. You figure you can't complain. At least you'll be able to walk tomorrow. After some searching Vox finds what he looked for. It was a small heart shaped bottle which you quickly recognised. "An aphrodisiac?" You giggled, "That's very unlike you, Sir." "Vox," he said firmly, sitting down on the bed, "Tonight I want you to call me by name." Tensing up a little, you adjusted your position to be more comfortable. "Are... are you sure?" You asked hesitantly to which Vox nodded. You hummed, fidgeting with the sheets underneath. Vox noticed, moving to caress your thigh. "I know, I tend to be more rough," his smooth voice murmered, moving his hand further up to your hip as he also leaned closer to your face, "but I need something more... delicate." God, that silver tongue of his really knows how to set the mood.

You felt your underwear dampening. "I can provide whatever you need, Vox," you whispered sultry, touching his chest lightly. Vox's breath hitched. "Shit," he cursed lowly, "you're so good to me..." He captured your lips in another kiss, but this one was different. His lips lightly pressed forward and his hand held your chin just as gently. Vox treated you so softly. It left your chest warm and your heart racing. Slowly he broke the kiss, allowing a sweet smile to appear. Gazing into your eyes, Vox let a short silence fill the room as he admired your face. You shifted a little, ultimately averting your eyes. You heard him clear his throat and pop the bottle open. Looking back at him, he downed about half of the aphrodisiac and offered the rest to you. Naturally you took it, drinking every last drop of it.

After placing the little bottle aside, you wanted to get started right away as usual, but Vox stopped you. "No, no," he chuckled, finding your confused expression cute, "go the other end of the bed and touch yourself." Your eyes widened. Your cheeks felt much warmer than before. Somehow this felt more embarrassing than begging for his cock. "Alright...," you affirmed, backing up. Tantalisingly you slowly pulled off your clothes piece by pice before tossing them away. Vox continued watching you, softly touching his crotch. You couldn't help, but notice how his dick started growing. It slowed downed your movement so much that Vox noticed. "Keep going," he commanded, grinning mischievously. You continued until you laid bare before him.

His hungry eyes coupled with the effects of the aphrodisiac kicking in had your pussy already pretty wet. Carefully you opened your legs, feeling the cool air hit you. You started gently touching your clit, flinching at the contact. Everything felt so sensitive, so you began simply moaning. Vox looked pleased. He unzipped his pants, adjusting his seat to comfortable start jerking off. Groaning loudly, he too felt sensitive all around and as he looked at your slutty body, he felt extreme excitement to fuck you later on. For now however, he paced himself, stroking his dick slowly. Instead of focusing on his eyes, you looked at his hand. They were rough all around and grabbed onto you so well everytime. They fit your filthy body so well.

A loud moan escaped your lips as you thought back to Vox digging his fingers into your flesh. "Fuck...," you cursed, moaning sweetly. "You look so good, baby," Vox complimented, groaning himself, "Sound so cute too." His breath hitched, a moan slipping out. Your hips shifted, trying to find a better spot as your fingers entered your pussy. The other hand moved to your tits, playing with your nipples. "Fucking hell...," Vox cursed under his breath, stroking his dick at a faster pace, "such a pretty whore." Your head began spinning, getting lost in the sensation. The filthy sounds filled the room and the music became barely audible at this point. Closing your eyes you just wanted the shameless feeling to consume you whole. As you did, you heard Vox shifting. He held onto your thighs tightly. It slowed down your movement.

"Babe," he whispered shakily, "Let me help you out." You moved your hands away. Vox pushed your legs together and pushed them to your chest as well. "Hold on," he requested, his voice breathy. You did as told and held onto your legs firmly. Vox chuckled lowly, caressing your thigh, "You listen to me so well, baby." He let his nails graze your flesh before he leaned down to your pussy. Giving it an experimental lick, you couldn't help flinching. The warmth of his tongue felt unexpectedly good. You couldn't help, but let out a satisfied sigh as he continued gently, "Fuck..., keep going." Vox's tongue circled around your clit slowly before entering your pussy. It made you moan quite loudly and in turn, made Vox moan as well. The vibrations had you arch your back. Strong hands pressed you back onto the bed. Vox groaned, fastening his pace, occasionally circling back to your clit. Another moan of yours slipped out. "Oh, please. Please, please, please...," you heaved, growing frustratingly close to your orgasm.

You think the aphrodisiac was now in full course, because your vision grew blurry as your mouth continued begging sweetly. It had Vox's grip tightening. He pressed further into your pussy, groaning loudly. It makes you shiver. "Gonna cum," you moaned, "Wanna cum. Can I cum? Please, I need it!" Vox hummed, his fingers moving to your clit to roughly please them. You closed your eyes, focusing solely on your ecstacy. You moaned loudly, thanking Vox for his generosity. God, Vox loved you. He loved how you made him feel. It's irresistible. The same way liquor is to an alcoholic, you are simply addicting. His tongue continued for a little before he backed up. Vox sat up straight looking at your fucked out expression. It looks like the aphrodisiac was working well. Your body was so beautiful. Vox caressed your waist. "So pretty...," he mumbled quietly. You heard it, smiling innocently. With great effort you sat, pushing Vox's chest. He let you push him on his back. Your hands roamed his chest, despising his clothes. You unbuttoned his dress shirt, before slipping your hands in to feel his body. He felt warm and it was getting by the minute.

You giggled, looking at Vox who was wide eyed and flushed. Whilst touching him, you leaned forward to make out with him. He happily reciprocated, allowing his tongue to roam your mouth. You heaved a small sigh. Vox groaned. Your hands continued their work, finally undressing his dress shirt. In a swift motion, Vox tossed the clothing aside without breaking the kiss. However you decided breaking the kiss ultimately. Both of you panted, although Vox certainly looked displeased by your behaviour. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but you found it cute. Quickly you pecked his lips, petting his cheek. "Don't be upset," you told, lowering yourself onto his crotch, "I'll give you something much better than a kiss." Silent anticipation wrecked his body as you slowly unbukled his belt. Fuck, he should have done this way sooner. Would you act like this if he...? "Shit...," he moaned, his body relaxing into your touch. Kissing his erect dick softly, your hands moved up and down. Slowly you captured the tip with your lips, sucking gently.

Vox couldn't help, but buck his hips forward, making you take more than you wanted. "Come on...," he mumbled, "Take my dick properly. Can't wait any longer." You hummed, making Vox curse some more. You removed your hands from his dick, settling them on his thighs. You fastened your pace, deep throating him easily. Vox leaned his head back, heaving a sigh. He looked back at you, placing his hand on top of your head. You expected him to push you further down, instead you felt him stroking your hair. "Pretty whore...," he hissed, "my pretty fucking whore, doing so well for me." The praise encouraged you to keep going, even though your jaw started complaining. Moans slipped through Vox's lips easily and they were followed by sweet compliments. The sound of his voice made you wet all over again. Slowly he quieted down, whispering, "Gonna cum... Gonna cum, princess." He lightly pushed your head further down as he came, making you gag severely. Quickly you backed away, coughing vigorously. "Shit," Vox cursed, petting your back, "You okay?" You nodded, clearing your throat. "I'm fine," you said, licking your lips clean, "you taste so good." Chuckling Vox kissed you briefly, "Can give you more from where that came from."

He pushed you on your back, kissing you everywhere from your head to your collar, except for your lips. His hands were also busy playing with your tit and ass. You pouted, "You keep missing a spot!" Vox halted for a moment to look at you. He smiled. His eyes were twinkling with joy. "You're so cute," he stated, capturing your lips, "I want you to be mine." "Already am, baby," you replied, muffled by the kissing. Your lips felt a pleasant tingling when kissing Vox. Normally the man would be too busy biting you to be this loving, so the feeling had you relaxing more into his touch.

The night continued on with a passion like no other, however your memory became hazy at that point. You figured it was a side effect of the drug, but you couldn't complain Vox was gone in the morning, leaving a heavy sum of money on the side table. With sore legs you got out of bed, putting on your clothes. When you took the money, you saw a note there as well. "Had fun last night. Wanna spend some time alone? No sex, just talking. Call me," it read, followed by a number and an obnoxiously large signature. Sighing deeply you thought through the offer. Vox was an okay sexual partner when he focused on you, but romantically? You had no idea. "Eh, why not...," you mumbled, making a mental note to text him later after you leave the now empty club.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel vox x reader smut

[rizzyu]

luxiem + tickling/cuddling their SO?

Waves of Laughter

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Warning: Suggestive themes in Vox’s (of course), Mysta’s (yep of course), and a TINSY TINY bit in Shu’s, other streamers are mentioned in Shu’s

Summary: Luxiem tickling and cuddling you

A/N: Thank you anon for the request :)

Vox Akuma

You and Vox were lounging on the couch, watching something on TV. Your head leaned against his chest, your legs were draped over his lap, while Vox had an arm around your waist. Both of your eyes were fixed on the screen when a spicy scene came up. You weren’t surprised when that scene came up, I mean, this is Vox we’re talking about. You’d be surprised if he had not chosen something to watch without spicy scenes in it. You wanted to try to knock off Vox’s calm demeanour while watching this. “Bet you can’t make me squirm around like that.” You teased. “Oh, really now? Don’t test me, darling” Vox whispered in you ear before bringing a hand to your neck and started gently wiggling his fingers. You immediately started to squirm while strings of uncontrolled laughter slips from your lips. You tried to push Vox away but the ache in your stomach and the ticklish feeling Vox was sending through your nerves did not help. Vox finally let you breathe after the 45th time you pleaded for him to stop. Exhausted, you laid on the side of the couch, with Vox hovering over you. “Still think I can’t make you squirm around?” Vox teased while caressing your jawline, but you were too busy catching your breath to respond to him. A smirk tugged at Vox’s cheeks when an idea hit him, before picking you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom.

“Let me show you how else I can make you squirm under me.”

Mysta Rias

“PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE”

 “No.”

“BUT PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE Y/N”

“Sorry Mysta, but I can’t risk you messing up the kitchen again.”

“But I promise to not fry raw rice again! I’ll follow your every step!”

“Nope, and that’s final.”

Mysta deflated in disappointment. Mysta plopped down onto the couch with a pout on his face, as you began to prepare the ingredients for your meal. Mysta watched you cook as he wondered if there’s a way to make you let him help cook. Sneaking behind you, Mysta suddenly gently wiggling his fingers at you neck. You flinched, causing you to drop the cup of rice. Drops of raw rice scattered onto the floor. “Mysta! Why’d you do that??” You turned your head around to face him with a shocked expression. Mysta chuckled as he reached a hand up to your face. Mysta then started tickling your jawline, causing you to squirm around and bursting into laughter. He then held you up by your waist and laid you on top of the kitchen counter. Mysta then lifted your shirt up a bit and started tickling your bare stomach. You wriggled and squirmed around laughing. “Mysta stop tickling me!” “Only if you allow me to help you cook” You were hesitant towards his request, but your stomach and jaw were started to get sore, so you gave in. “Alright fine! You can cook with me! But j-hahahaaaahah just stop tickling me!” Mysta stopped tickling your stomach and laid himself on top of your exhausted body, his head rested on your upper stomach. As you began stroking Mysta’s taupe coloured hair, he started to tease you. “Yknow, you’ve never told me that your stomach is so soft”

You sighed. “Mysta shut up and just let us rest.”

Luca Kaneshiro

You were in the kitchen of your house, making pancakes for breakfast for both you and your beloved mafia boss. You had just finished pouring in the last drop of pancake mix before you felt two hands snaked around your waist and a head draped on your shoulder. "Why do you always wake up so early?" Luca spoke with his groggy morning voice. “To make your lazy butt some breakfast of course” you teased as you brought your arm over to gently pinch his nose. “Can you come cuddle with me, pwease?” “Sorry Luca, I need to finish making our pancakes first.” “Aw… pweeeeeeease???” “No Luca, look, you will get your cuddles after breakfast is ready, alright?” Luca pouts in disappointment. He lingers behind you but then an idea clicked into his mind. He brought his hands to your sides before gently tickling your sides causing you to burst into laughter. “Luca, p-hahahaha-please stop!” You tried to shake him off, but he would not budge. You kept squirming and wriggling, trying to stop him from tickling you. With no hope trying to shake or push him away, you decided to run away from him. But even so, he clung onto you, tickling you, while you ran. Eventually you both crashed onto the floor laughing (of course he made sure to be under you before you both crashed onto the floor, so that you won’t be hurt). His fingertips kept wiggling at your sides. You laughed so much that your cheeks and stomach immensely hurt. “Okay, okay! I give! I’ll cuddle with you! I mean, after running around for that long, I think I need some cuddles too.” You said sheepishly before settling down with Luca on the couch. You took a whiff of air, and you noticed the smell of burning in the air, that was when you remembered.

“OH CRAP THE PANCAKES!”

Ike Eveland

“Älskling have you seen my caviar toasts? I just made them and they disappeared!”

Ike didn’t hear you respond to him so he began looking for you around your shared home. “Y/N?” Ike opened the door to your shared bedroom and there you are, sitting on your shared bed, holding a plate of his caviar toast. “Looking for these?” You teased. “Älskling please those were the last bit of caviar we have. We already ran out of caviar.” “Heh, sorry Ike, my caviar toast today.” You said before absorbing the caviar toasts on the plate. Ike’s lips were left agape in surprise the moment you consumed his breakfast. “So you’re gonna buy me more caviar, right?” You hummed in response as Ike walked over to you with a pout on his face. He then tackled you onto the floor before tickling your sides. Ike wiggled his fingers gently on your skin, causing you to laugh uncontrollably. He tickled you for so long that your stomach and jaw began to ache due to how much you laughed. “So do you promise not to suddenly steal my caviar toast again? Otherwise I’ll tickle you more.” “Wait no! I promise, I promise!” “That’s good.” “Wait but you don’t mind stepping on me with you heels while you’re at it… right?” Ike didn’t respond, instead he laid down on the floor with you before falling into deep slumber with you.

Shu Yamino

The clicking noises of the mouse and the keyboard radiated through the room as Shu exerted his utmost concentration playing Valorant with his friends. You straddled him on his chair with your chin rested on his shoulder. You saw when he defeated Alban from the other team when you turned your head around to watch his screen. “Oh come ON! Where did that come from?!” Alban growled in frustration after Shu shot him from behind a wall. Shu had always performed the best in Valorant. You often wondered if you could break his concentration and to mess him up. An idea clicked into your mind, you softly trailed your finger along his ticklish spot – the side of his neck. The moment his brain registered the ticklish feeling, he jolted upwards, causing him to miss the shot. Fulgur from the other team took the opportunity and defeated Shu. It took all of your strength to not giggle. “You know there are consequences for doing that, right?” You froze when you heard Shu whisper in your ear. You bursted into laughter when Shu tickled your neck. Shu then carried and plopped you onto the nearby bed. Hovering over you, he kept on tickling you while you squirmed around under him. You tried to kick him away, but he locked you legs against his chest with his arm. Using his spare hand, he tickled from your neck all the way to your stomach. Shu finally allowed you to rest your aching jaws when tears started to form in your eyes. You laid underneath Shu, panting your lungs out. You tried to sit up, but Shu placed his palm on your stomach to push you down, keeping you from moving.

“Not yet Y/N, I’m not done with you.”

Meanwhile Mysta: “Hello??? HELLOOOOO SHU WAKE UP WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GOOOOOOOOO???!!”

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[coffeewithcocoa]

Hi💕

Can I request male reader x Alastor were they are enemies by day and lovers by night? If you can thank you💕

:0 THIS ONE! THIS ONE RIGHT HERE IS BEAUTIFUL!

Playing Pretend

Alastor x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff//Romantic Relationship//Female DNI

Sorry if it’s not perfect or too short😅

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You and Alastor hated each other. No, Correction. You guys pretended to hate each other. It’s not for the reason you think but it’s just because he wants to keep his, ‘big, bad, scary, overlord’ self. He’s actually a big fat softy when and behind closed doors.

He’s been like this since you’ve joined the hotel, as bad as that may seem when it’s clearly not. Like said before, behind closed doors this man’s a big fat softy. Giving you, hugs, kisses, cuddles and much more. The only time you guys fought was in the morning. Why?

It’s so that he wouldn’t show weakness to the blind sinners eyes. Alastor thinks they’re clueless and don’t deserve to see an overlords soft side. Plus he still has Vox to worry about. Showing a soft side around him would cause everyone In pentagram city to see him as a damn joke. So when you guys got into an established relationship he made you swear to only show him love at night, in private, when everyone’s asleep.

It worked for you perfectly though since you weren’t the one for touching anyone who doesn’t have a good bond with you. That’s kind of why Alastor fell for you in the first place. The moment he laid a finger on you when you were knew you almost blew his head off, almost.

You’ve changed, sure, but you still would do that if you didn’t crave or want touch in that moment. A subtle noise made you snap from your thoughts. The jazz noises that filled the room now being mixed in with your boyfriend’s return from working that night.

Charlie has been making him up and down with more and more ideas for the hotel, hoping that it would get more patrons. “Good evening, Cher.” He showed his true voice towards you. It was tired and craving a break.

“Evening.” You replied. Knowing he wants a break but he wouldn’t get one till he allows himself for one. You went back to what you were doing before he arrived in your room, reading. Silence came between you as the room was still filled with the jazz you’d left on. Your voice breaking the short silence, “Charlie I’m assuming?”

“As much as I care for the doll she’s just a little too talkative Cher.” Alastor answered with a small hum. His lovely grin, that covers his face everyday, faded as he moved further into the room. Your head turned, placing the book down to stand up. “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” You asked going over to the radio that played the genre that your lover enjoyed when he was alive.

“Hm. Just your presence is fine.” The smile he had finally gained confidence again. Going back to its original bright self that everyone is familiar with. Alastor’s hand was focused on his dress coat. He may need it for when he was working or when it was morning but wearing such a thing around you felt weird. Yes he likes being neat and tiddy but he just wants a break.

Your foot steps being further away from him when he started and you being right in front of him when he finished made his gaze turn to you. A small smile placed into your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I hate waking up.” Alastor knew the answer to that and he on the same boat as you. “I know Cher. We do it because it’s to protect an innocent, handsome, sinner such as yourself.”

He has a way with words. And you hated it. Thats the only thing you really hated value him though. Everything else was something someone wanted really bad but he happened to fill up the categories perfectly! “I understand but why in front of all the others?” It was pretty obvious as to why the others didn’t know about the relationship going on between you too, but wouldn’t they be the first to know?

“Ha! They would be the last ones to know about such a thing Cher.” The speed that he can change moods scares you quite a bit. Even with it being as simple as him being tired to him enjoying the presence he brought to the room.

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Sorry that it’s quite short. I’ve been tired and busy and nothing exactly came into mind once I got to this point, hope you like it though!<333

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[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

VoxVal fic time.

Was supposed to post this last week, but the new episodes came out and I got distracted. This was actually a request from a mutual. Enjoy 😊

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Vox threw open the door of his bedroom and flopped down on the large bed with a groan. It had been a very long day. It seemed like every other time he turned around something else was going wrong or someone needed his attention. His battery was almost completely drained. He laid there motionless for several minutes trying to decide if he should make the effort to put on his pajamas or just pass out. He heard the door open and close again. He barely turned his head enough to see Valentino standing beside the bed.

“Vox? You alive? You're on my side again, roll over.”

“Roll me over yourself, I'm too tired.” Val huffed and sat on the edge of the bed next to Vox.

“Long day?” Vox rolled his eyes at Val’s question.

“No, not at all. Why do you ask?”

“No need to get sarcastic, brat.”

“Val please…I'm really not in the mood right now.” Vox turned his head to be face down on the pillow. Valentino sighed and stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in next to Vox.

“Hey…” Val put a hand on Vox’s back, making the TV demon look up at him.

“You…want me to do that thing you like? You know, that always makes you smile.” Vox knew exactly what Val was talking about.

“Don't you dare. I'm not in the mood to have my circuits overloaded.” Valentino took this as a challenge, moving his hand up and down Vox’s back playfully.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You always like it.” Vox curled his body away from Val's touch.

“Seriously Val, it's been…a day. I just wanna relax.” Val sighed again and laid down next to Vox, inching closer to him.

“Fine fine, I won't do it. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Right now I just want some quiet.” Val wrapped all four of his arms around Vox, pulling him close, making Vox the little spoon. Vox sighed and let himself relax against Valentino. The two stayed that way for a long while until Vox turned around, tucking his screen head under Val's chin.

“I'm really tired, Val.”

“Then take a nap, Voxxy. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“No, that's not what I mean. I just…” Vox felt himself starting to shake. He hugged onto Valentino tighter.

“I'm tired of everything. Of the company, of the attention, of the responsibility, everything. I just…wanna disappear.” Val was shocked by Vox's confession. Valentino rubbed his back gently.

“Vox…please don't. I know everything can be overwhelming. Fuck, I have no room to talk, I'm overwhelmed all the time. But…if you disappeared…” Vox looked up just in time to see tears pricking in the corners of Valentino’s eyes.

“Val…”

“I know I can be an ass. I know I don't always take things seriously and sometimes…I take you for granted. But, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were just…gone. I'm sorry.” Vox reached up, wiping away the tears from Val's eyes.

“I love you, Vox. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. And I'll say it more if you want. Just…please don't talk like that again…please.” Vox sighed softly and curled up against Valentino more.

“I love you too, Valentino. More than I probably should, but still, I love you. And…I'm sorry if I scared you just now. I do want to disappear sometimes. To just go away and not think about the responsibilities that are constantly on my shoulders. But…I won't actually leave. Not if it means leaving you behind.” Vox smiled up at Val. Valentino smiled back, leaning down and kissing Vox’s screen where his mouth was.

Val kissed all over Vox's screen, making the TV demon laugh. They stayed in each other's arms for a long while.

“If you ever do actually decide to leave everything behind, let me know so I can follow you. We'll disappear together. Velvet can handle things on her own.” Vox laughed again at Valentino's words.

“Maybe it's not disappearing completely, but I could definitely use a vacation at the very least.” Vox tucked his head back under Val's chin. Valentino smiled and hugged Vox tighter.

“I could get on board with that. Things have been insane in the studio lately.” The two shared a laugh. Vox yawned.

“Something to talk about later. I really do need to get some rest.”

“Alright my love. Sleep well.” Val kissed Vox one more time before getting comfortable, pulling the blanket over them, both slowly falling asleep.

Neither seemed to notice they were both still in their regular clothes, but it didn't seem to matter.

#voxval #staticmoth #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #ship fic

[scoutswritingcorner]

Not Meant To Be

Vox x GN!Reader

A/N: Listen to Pork Soda by Glass Animals cause it’s based off of that. We don’t know of Vox’s past but I’m making something up and running with it. SET SOMEWHERE IN THE 1950’s!!

TW:KINDA DARK SO BE AWARE! Talks of death, secret relationships, talks of NSFW but nothing too explicit, talks about very bad crimes, murder, sorry gang no happy ending.

You both used to be business partners in life, one handled the dirty work while the other ran the whole thing. The normal brains over brawn situation. Naturally he would be the face of the whole operation, he had the smarts, the calming smile and the confidence of a man who can control the room. You were always behind him, where he went you followed much like his own shadow. That’s what people called you as well, it didn't matter if it was to your face or not, you were his shadow. The shadow who had one foot in the grave and the other in the deep trenches of the mafia but working with him made it feel like you weren’t knee deep in dead bodies, blood money and drugs.

You knew better to get your hopes up, you’d live and die in the chains of your business venture. But, Vox made it so much easier, taking you by the arm and dragging you to rich sophisticated parties that were filled with different celebrities. Allowing you to taste the expensive foods and alcohol that was richer than your own blood. He never treated you as his shadow, only his business partner, the business partner that stayed with him after long nights and laid in his bed after he had gone off to bed wondering if you had regretted any of your choices. Pulling you into empty rooms and treating you as if you were his priceless jewel he had stolen from the bank.

Yet, nothing could’ve prepared you for the heartbreak and soul crushing realization that he was murdered by your own family. “He was getting too chummy with you. He needed to be taken care of.” The Don’s lapdog whispered to you as you walked into the crime scene. You didn’t get to mourn, you couldn’t show them the weakness he had become. Days later when you were hiding from your recent stunt for shooting the Don in a run down motel far from the city is when you saw it. The headlines on the papers, ‘Local TV Star found dead in motel after recent rumors of illegal drug ring and fraudulent exploits come to light.’ Your heart sank and you rolled the paper up, you knew Vox wasn’t a “clean” man but this was a surprise to you. You missed the loud mouth fucker. You couldn’t leave, they were looking for you and even then, you already signed your ticket down to hell once you stepped into that office all those years ago.

Your hands gripped the paper in your hands as you stared at the ever freezing picture of Vox in the paper, his wide smile showing off all of his pearly white teeth. Tears collected in your eyes as you stared down at him, he was such a fucking idiot. You were a fucking idiot for getting him twisted in the wicked game you called your life. There was a reason you were the brawns of the duo, nothing but muscle and a personal weapon to get people to back off. You were nothing but a bleeding heart and your heart shattered for a man who truly was never in your grasp, he was too high on the pedestal and you were leagues behind him.  He was your Achilles and you were his Patroclus. 

You were never destined for anything greater except to be what you are while he was everything. He was your everything. But now he was gone and they were outside coming for you, your time was coming to an end. In a matter of seconds, the door had busted open and the people you’d come to know as your “family” grabbed you, roughly throwing a sack over your head and dragged you out of the motel room and into the back of a car. You didn’t fight. The less likely you are to fight them the easier it would be for you to accept your fate. The ride was silent except for some hushed whispers as someone pressed the gun to the side of your head.

It was an hour later when the car came to a stop and then you were being guided onto a dock, then a boat. They pushed you to sit down and tied rope to the ends of your feet, silent the whole time before the bag was ripped off of your head and you stared at the eyes of the man who you came to know as your brother. “Why did you do it?” He asked, helping you stand up from your spot. 

“You killed him.” You glared at him, the rope they tied around your wrists burned you, “We had to. He was getting too chummy with you, he knew too much.” The man spat picking up the cement brick that had been tied to the other end of the rope. You didn’t need to answer him, you just let the brick drag you down into the dark waters.

You’d see your loud mouth fool soon. But this time there was no more hiding.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #gn reader #vox x you #vox the tv demon #vox x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox

[justatasteofyourpoison]

We interrupt this broadcast for a brief intermission…

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

Part 8

Pairing: Alastor x Female reader

Warnings: 18+, swearing, smut, sexual content, p in v, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), fluff, not the best grammar.

Word count: 1.1kish

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The rain drops slowly slid down the window pane as you looked out at the gloomy sky. You and Alastor had thankfully made it home before it started to pour. Of course Alastor could use his powers to whisk you both home, but he was always reluctant to transport you if he didn’t need to for some reason…

Alastor was sat on the bed, he seemed quieter than usual after the revelations in the forest. He had revealed that he’d become this powerful overlord because of Vox. Vox was Hell’s somewhat charismatic Television Demon who was part of a threesome called the V’s, which also included Valentino and Velvette. Valentino was the biggest porn producer in hell (not to mention Vox’s incredibly hot-headed plaything) and Angel Dust’s nefarious master in the studio. Whereas Velvette was a social media star, fashionista and general loudmouth… You knew Alastor and Vox have always had beef, but you had never found out why…

“Are you alright Alastor?” You whispered quietly taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“Apologies my dear, I didn’t mean to lose my composure back there” he said smoothing the sides of his hair down. You hadn’t really thought anything of it, you’d seen Alastor lose his temper before, that was nothing. But you knew he was a proud being and liked to always be in control, or at least appear that way…

“I just hate thinking of that wretched waste of cables…” he sighed putting his arm round you. You nuzzled your head into his neck. You relished any affection that you received from Alastor. No other beings in Hell got to see him like this so you couldn’t help but feel giddy.

He kissed the top of your head before you felt his hands gently move under your chin, tilting your head so he could look deep into your eyes. You both sat there for a moment, lost… Catching fire... His lips met yours softly before he worked his tongue in to dance with yours. Your hands instinctive moved to hold his face in yours as you both got lost in the passion. His face felt chiseled, his muscles toned from years of wearing a smile. You pulled away gently “Alastor” you whispered “what happened with you and Vox?” you questioned.

“I’ll get to that” he said pressing his lips back onto yours in another fit of passion.

“Let’s have some fun before that story” he mumbled breathlessly in-between kisses.

The Radio Demon moved his large frame over you and gently eased your thighs apart before gingerly laying himself down onto you, the size difference between you both was quite staggering. You could feel his hardness pressing into your crotch and you couldn’t help but gently start rocking your hips. His breathing became heavier and quiet moans left his mouth. He moved a clawed hand onto your breast and massaged it lightly, his thumb brushing against your nipple. You pushed the demon away for a moment and he knelt over you, you never could get over that sight - this powerful overlord wanted you? You hitched your dress up over your head and could see the Demon’s grin grow wider and he swiftly began undressing too. Before you knew it you were both naked and Alastor laid back down onto you, his cock gently rubbing up and down your now sodden slit. He bit into your neck and you yelped with pleasure before you could feel him easing himself into you.

“Alastor…” you groaned

“There’s my girl” he whispered as his finally thrust the entirety of his large cock inside you and began thrusting with a hypnotic rhythm.

This time with Alastor felt different. The urgency was there, but at the same time he seemed to be enjoying your body more; taking his time with you. You jolted your head back into the pillow with euphoria at the Demon’s movements.

He thrusted hard and slow into you and kissed you deeply, periodically pulling his face away to gaze into your eyes. You could feel him massaging your clit as he gyrated his groin against you and you reveled in the heat building in your loins, you dug your nails into his buttocks and pulled him closer to you, begging him not to stop on your path to ecstasy. As you came your hungry cunt pulsated around Alastor and he let out a satisfied moan “I’m so glad I can please you” he cooed biting at the top of your ear.

“But we’re not done here yet.” He teased pulling out of you and turning you on your side.

He spooned his body against yours and lifted your thigh up in his large powerful hand. With his other hand he pushed himself back into you. In this position his cock pressed firmly against you sweet spot and you soon found yourself gripping the bed, the pleasure was almost too much. “C’mon my sweet” the demon growled “I know you can come for me again”. He let your leg down which made your pussy grip tighter around him. “Fuck Alastor!” You screamed as he clapped hard against your buttocks.

“Careful my dear.” He panted “Heaven might hear you at this rate” he laughed loudly reaching his hand round and rubbing your clit with firm circular motions. His cock hit you just where you wanted it and you let out an animalistic groan, shocking yourself as you could hear a new static sound in your voice. You turned round to the see Demon’s eyes grow bright as his thrusts became harder and faster at your noises. His claws gripped at your hips creating small tears over previous silver scars he had left. “Oh fuck! Y/N!” He roared as his cock pulsed inside you, giving the demon the release he so desired.

As you both slowly recovered from the activities Alastor gently eased himself out of you and pulled you close to him, his head lazily resting on your shoulder.

“Well that was unexpected! You chuckled, placing your hand behind you both and giving his arse a little squeeze “I was expecting story time part two.”

“Part two?” the Radio Demon yawned.

“Yes you were telling me about you and Vox?” you reminded him gently. A few moments passed. No response. You then heard quiet snores behind you.

“These rutting deer” you whispered, “they’re all trousers and no talk” you laughed to yourself before snuggling back into the sound asleep Radio Demon.

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[123puppy]

If you don't like jealousy trope kindly leave and do not read

but I pray for a moment where Alastor is in the middle of dumb nonsense that somehow involves him like how Vox called him out in 'Stayed Gone'

If Adam waltzes into the Hotel you best believe the two 'dads' are laser-focused on his ass ready to throw him out with the intent to dismember him (and devour his heart) and threaten to cut his dick off (Lucifer said that ofc) and feed it to the lowest of sinners out on the streets.

At first, it's ugly tension for a few weeks in the hotel but slowly and painfully it becomes breathable at least when all three are not in the same room together, in one incident Adam bursts into the kitchen wanting to snack on something and sees Alastor cooking something delicious and gets up in his personal space ('dude that smells fucking good, I didn't know you were a housewife type of guy') and Alastor just loses it for all the right reasons and nearly stabs Adam with the biggest sharpest kitchen knife but reflexes are second nature to Adam and he easily catches Alastor's wrist with a lazy look like 'Really?' but then Lucifer walks in asking what's the commotion is about and sees how close the two sinners are and the direct contact Adam has with Alastor and let's say it took longer for lunch to be ready as Lucifer physically throws Adam against the counter and somehow has the knife that Alastor once had in his own hand ready to cut up Adam into tiny douchey pieces

Another week passes and Charlie calls them for a Bonding Exercise and Adam complains all the way there wondering why he, the first man, needs to be part of some stupid hopeless attempt at 'being nice' and 'trusting your peers' to not stab you in the back (he's watching Nifty with a sharp eye but he sees the creepy symbols hovering over her as Alastor watches Adam with a keen eye, smiling viciously) but Charlie is insistent and Lucifer is sitting right across from Adam with a look that says 'You better listen to my daughter or I light you on fire' and Adam sits on the floor because Angel and Husk have the couch and Vaggie is laid out on the other couch (purposely)

Nifty sneaks closer and closer to Adam until she's sitting in his lap Alastor is not having it for one second and he steps in front of Adam with malice in his eyes but Adam is confused and yelling 'Why are you bitching at me she crawled in my lap' but Charlie intervenes and yells 'This is good!' and everyone stares at her but she ignores them and gestures 'Trusting someone that you don't get along with is our next Exercise well done Nifty!' and angles herself so that Alastor can see her 'Alastor how about you give it a try?' and the room fluctuates in temperature first it was cold then it got hot (both Alastor and Lucifer's doing)

Lucifer stands and the chair scrapes back at the force him shoving it backwards and strolls over with a poisonous smile on his face standing directly in front of Alastor and staring back at Adam 'I would like to volunteer' he says with a dark undertone to his voice

Angel purrs 'Can I join in on the threesome?'

The Main Lobby suffered furniture casualties

#jealous trope #hazbin hotel #appleradio #radioapple #hazbin hotel adam #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar

[timeslugarts]

First Play

Vox x Vera (oc)

So I wrote this just now, my first ever nsfw piece, smut and all!

Vox and Vera's first encounter meeting at Valentino's party.

And all the fun they have 😘

Also, please let me know if you like this, I'm constantly embarrassed by my writing.

No beta we die like men

God, this party sucked Vox thought as he downed his drink. He had things he could be doing right now, money he could be making! Valentino insisted he come to this event though, he needed someone there not just to look pretty but to show off the power and influence he had, and Vox was that lucky bastard. 

It was exactly the type of party you'd think Valentino would throw. Hot, sweaty, sickly sweet. The bodies in the middle ebbed and flowed with the music, everywhere he looked people were grinding, and making out and doing… more. Vox grimaced, people really had no shame, no sense of decorum. There were sex rooms RIGHT THERE for Christ's sake!

Valentino was graceful enough to give Vox a VIP space, though he was the only there and would likely be the only there until he made an expeditious retreat at a reasonable time. 

Another drink appeared at his table, he took it and downed it in one go. He could feel the headache start to form with each boom of the bass. You think Valentino would at least grace Vox with his presence considering he was here for him after all. Vox could see Val at the other end of the room, surrounded by his whores, making out with one while his hand was suspiciously hidden under another's clothes. Vox couldn't say he was jealous, but he definitely wasn't pleased. He was still glaring at Val when someone interrupted his line of sight. A woman walked in front of Val, her hips swaying with every step, bright blue flames danced around her neck gently, her hair a matching flame that licked upward. She was a beacon amidst the darkness of the crowd, and she was heading… straight for him.

Quickly Vox straightened his coat, fixed his bowtie, and checked his breath. Surely she was just like everyone else in this club, looking for whatever money and power she could get her grubby little hands on. He could at least have a little fun with it though, use her up and toss her out later. 

They made eye contact and Vox laid on his most charming smile, and then she walked right past him. His grin dropped, what the FUCK did she not realize who he was!? This was not gonna fly. He stood up looking for the little blue flames, she was over by the bar talking to some lowly sinner, who was also ugly, and short, and ugly. 

Vox had to play it cool though, show her what she could have. He walked to the bartender and asked him to get her another of what she was drinking. The bartender set to work and as he handed the woman her drink he pointed down the way at Vox, who plastered another charming smile on his face and gave her a cool two fingered wave. His little blue flame looked at him unimpressed, but waved back. She resumed her conversation with the sinner as if nothing had happened. 

Vox growled. 

He enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse, and he was nothing if not patient. He sat at the bar idly watching until the sinner and her talk, growing more bored by the second. He looked back at the bartender waving his glass, signaling that he wanted another one, a fresh glass was placed in front of him. He looked back over to where his prey sat …and she was gone. He panicked, eyes going wide looking for his little blue flame.

"You know, if you wanted to talk to me all you had to do was ask." She was leaning on the counter on his other side. He jumped, knocking the glass and its contents across the slick surface. 

"Shit." He hissed looking for the napkins or something to clean the mess up. 

"Don't worry, Nen's got it." She waved at the bartender who waved back. "Come on." She took his hand. He couldn't deny, this bitch was bold and it was turning him on. Her voice was silky and watching her ass in that tight black dress was a show. He could tell where she was leading him, one of the "private" rooms in the back of the club. 

Vox was salivating. Maybe this party wasn't so bad. 

His little blue flame produced a key from her cleavage and pushed the door open, beckoning him in. He was thrilled, he'd only been sleeping with Val recently, too lazy and tired to actually pursue someone that really interested him. So to have one fall in his lap felt exhilarating. 

He walked past her, giving her a smirk on the way inside. She followed behind, shutting the door and leaning against it. 

"So what did you want to talk about?" Her silky voice purred, an eyebrow delicately raised. 

He towered over her, placing a clawed hand on either side of her small frame. 

"Oh I think you know." Vox said lowly dipping his screen so it's more level with her head. 

Her small hands started undoing his bowtie, "I'm not sure what you're talking about." She batted her pretty lashes up at him. 

He trailed one clawed hand from her cheek down her neck and rested it on her clavicle. She shivered and he grinned at the effect he had on her. 

"Stop playing games, doll." She had swiftly undone his bowtie and the first couple of buttons on his dress shirt. The feel of her warm hands against his skin made him hiss. 

"I don't play games… doll." She gripped his collar and pulled his screen into a heated kiss. 

Vox gripped her shoulders pulling her closer to him. She moaned at the contact allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. She groaned feeling the subtle shocks from his tongue and fingers.

"Oh you're spicy." She gasped for breath, undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. She ran her hands down his chest and he gasped at the contact. She pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. 

She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, grinding her hips against the ever growing tent in his pants. "You're one to talk." He huffed out, letting out a low groan. 

He bucked his hips into her making her fall forward, hands landing on either side of his screen. He ran his hands up her sides groping at her breasts, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh. 

He swallowed her moan with another fiery kiss.

Lucifer, was she soft.

Small sparks danced across her body as his fingers gripped her body tighter.

"Careful honey, this is an expensive dress." She laughed. 

"I can work around that." Vox said quietly, working his claws down to the delightfully skimpy thong she was wearing underneath. He pressed one claw against her heat and in one swift motion he tore her undertakings to shreds. "Impatient are we?" She asked, grinding her bare wet pussy against his cock. 

"You have no idea." He groaned.

"Show me." She whispered. With that she shimmied down his body and began undoing his pants with deft hands. When his dick finally sprang free, he hissed feeling the cold air hit it. That feeling was quickly replaced with the warm wetness of her mouth. 

Vox could only make a strangled noise as her tongue swirled around his head. He gripped at her ponytail and bucked his hips into her mouth, she gagged, but accepted him. Her hand squeezed his shaft as she bobbed her head around him. His free hand clutched the pillow tightly, he was certain something tore, but he couldn't give a shit about it right now. Not when her mouth felt so damn good.

Too good. 

"Shit, stop." He whipped her head up by the pony, her mouth coming off his cock with a tasty pop. 

She grinned up at him, "had enough?" She licked her lips and he felt himself glitch. God she was hot and she knew it. 

"We're done when I say we're done." He growled pulling her back up to him kissing her and tasting himself on her lips. 

He grabbed her hips and flipped her on to her back. She was beautiful, sprawled out beneath him. Lips glistening, chest heaving, and her little blue flames dancing around the two of them. 

He wrapped his hand around himself, pressing his cock against her wet folds, covering himself in her slick. He tried to keep his breathing even, but fuck was he excited. He couldn't wait any longer. 

Vox pushed himself into her, the moan she let out was so lewd. He could feel the sweat on his back, it was taking all his concentration not to come here and now. Before he had even settled in she started to move, how was she so good? Val could never.

He began to move with her hips, slow languid thrusts, enjoying her tightness and the view in front of him. Her hands trailed up and down his body, nails scratching at the skin. He snapped his hips when she pinched his nipple. 

"Ah- fFf-uck." The smile she wore was sultry, she had him wrapped around her long gray fingers. He snapped his hips again and she moaned. He sped up, he could handle it, besides the way her breasts bounced with every thrust had him mesmerized. 

He continued at the rough pace, she had wrapped her legs around his hips. He was so close, the way she smelled, the alcohol in him, he knew he wasn't going to last.

He wasn't going to finish before her though. He placed his thumb harshly on her clit, she moaned, gripping the sheets. He circled the bundle of nerves until she was gasping, mouth open wide. He took his other hand and pressed into the sides of her throat, she made a choked sound. 

Drool started to trail down from her mouth to his hand. Vox grinned as he continued to fuck her hard. Before he knew it, her back arched and her walls clenched around him sucking his cock into her. 

"Fuck!" She screamed, muscles taught. 

That was his cue, thank Satan, he wasn't sure he could keep going. He pulled out and came onto the floor. Val would pay the bill, whatever, he didn't care.

He fell on the bed next to her panting and sweating. 

Her little flames danced around his head as he looked lazily at them. One of them even flew to turn the room light off. 

Vox stuck his fingers out and a flame dipped in between them. It felt warm, not hot, but just a gentle heat. "What are these things?" 

"Mmm, I'll tell you later." She said quietly, eyes already closed. She snuggled up into his side breathing gently. 

Did he want this? He wasn't sure, but maybe he could pretend to be a normal nobody with a beautiful woman for a night. He dropped his arm around her and slowly powered down. Listening to the crackle of her small flames, and the soft sound of her breathing. He was out before he knew it.

BZZ BZZ

"Fuck!" He reached around for his phone before finding it and throwing it across the room, before placing it back on the bed which had grown cold. He snapped his head up, no one was there. 

Fuck.

He looked around, she was gone. 

Fuck. He pulled his pants up and put his shirt on. Fuck fuck fuck. 

Vox dashed out of the room, it was morning and he was entirely alone. He checked his pockets, his wallet was gone. 

What a fucking idiot. He got conned! Played for a sucker!

He slammed the door open to Valentino's room, "who was she!?" Vox growled darkly. 

Valentino in a robe with a face mask on looked over at Vox uninterested in whatever he was saying. 

"Who was who darling?" 

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[prettytranzboy]

You were a prince of a far away land, people worship you and you couldn't help that you loved the attention. Your dark chocolate skin in the sun make you glow.

But you had your eye on someone, Vox Akuma. He was your personal guard and one hell of a demon, he says he 20 but the way he talks about his past its seems like he's been alive for a lot more.

It was no midnight, not a sound can be heard in the castle, not even a mouse could break the silence of the night.

You couldn't sleep that night and just stared at the tall castle ceiling, thoughts feeling your head but soonly stop before deciding to get up to get a drink of water. You slips on your slippers as your night gown falls before his knees. You exit your room, you walked down the long dimly lit hallway to your kitchen. As you enter, you look around to fine Akuma out his armor. He was only wearing boxers, once he made eye contact with you he smirks.

"What are you doing up so late in the night, my prince~"

"I should be asking you that, why aren't you in gear nor right at my door?"

"Can't a demon get something to drink~?"

"Nevermind that, since you can't stand in once place, at least get me a cup of water?"

"Of course my prince~"

As Vox was kindly getting you a cup of water, you came up with an idea but not sure to go through with him- I mean his a demon for fucks sake. After lots of debating himself he decided to go through with it, he just hope it'll work on Vox Akuma himself.

"I need you in my room by 12:30 sharp, no later."

Thats all you said when you took the cup from Vox and head back to your room. What felt like hours as you look around your now dimly lit room as you sat on the edge of the bed. As if on cue, Vox slipped in the room like a shadow in the night.

"What do you need me for, my prince~"

Vox smirk, as if he knows your plans, which he did. At that moment, you couldn't mutter a word. Vox inch closer to you, now his hands were on your thigh, centimeters away from your wet cunt.

"Awa cat got your tongue~?"

"S-shut up..."

"So you don't want me to touch you~?"

"I do you dick head! Just hurry up~"

"Alright boy~"

Vox rips your night gown like a beast, now having a perfect view of your pussy. He didn't waste any time and dived in. You moan like a slut as Vox tongue your cunt before taking his long slender finger and inserting one in. As it enter, you couldn't help but let out a high pitch moan. Then he added other, then other, now having three inside of you. Out of nowhere, Vox piston his fingers in and out, he even curled it a few time which made your mind fuzzy.

You were close to cumming on his fingers but Vox quickly slipped his fingers out and smirked again at you.

"Why the fuck did you stop! Please I need to cum~!"

"You'll only cum on my cock, so if I were you I would behave like a good whore you are~"

You stayed quiet as you bit your lip.

"Good boy, now lay down and beg to be fucked into submission by your lord~"

"Please please please Vox, fuck me! I've been good, I need you, I want you please~!"

You laid down as Vox was on top of you, you didnt even notice that his boxers was off and for a moment you regretted your words once you saw his monster of a cock but there was no backing out now.

"Since you ask so nicely, fine but I can't promise I'll be gentle"

Before you could say anything, he shoved his cock inside of you. Tears were forming in your eyes as you grabbed onto the sheets of the bed. You didn't even notice that his cock was bulging out of your stomach.

Vox held onto your waist and started to thrust slowly before speeding up, both of you didn't notice that the bed was slamming against the wall with each thrust he made.

"Fuuuck~ s-slow down you b-beast~!"

"I can't hear you doll~"

Vox leans down and kisses your neck listening to your moans as he fucked you deeply and roughly before removing himself from your neck. You wrap your legs around the demon as he thrust deep into your wet yet tight. You slowly get addicted to Vox's cock, your cunt was still sensitive after the fingering.

"Shiii- Agh~ S-slo-AH~!"

"Can't even form a sentence, shit are you that cock drunk as well~?"

Vox teased you as he continues at his pace, he watches as your slowly get overwhelmed with pleasure. You know no one can give you pleasure like this.

"Y-your such a good boy, you want me to cum inside~? Risk of y-you getting pregnant with my offsprings~?"

You could barely speak but with your tone you surely want the same thing. You can feel yourself about to cum, yet you didn't wanna anger Vox for not ask first.

"I know you wanna cum, you're getting tighter~ your cunt wants my cum deep inside you, fuck your so hot~!"

As if it was wasn't possible, Vox faster than before making you scream. If your parents didn't hear you before they surely did now. You couldn't hold it in anymore and

"Voox~! Cumming~! Gah~ Fuuck~!"

"Thats right bitch, cum for me~! Cum for you lord~!"

You both cum at the same time, Vox filled you up leaving a small yet noticeable inflation in your stomach as for you, you came all over his dick that did not stop while cumming which overstimulated you.

"W-wait~! Too M-m-mu-AH~!"

"D-don't worry baby~ I-I'll be quick~!"

Vox lifts you up, making sure his cock doesn't slip off, and goes as fast as a demon can. You wrap your arms him using the little strength you have left, which wasn't much.

Let's just say Vox being 'quick' is fucking you until the sunrise, you passing out in the middle and no breaks. The best and only fuck you'll ever have~

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[xxuso-tsukixx]

Summary: In the aftermath of Alastor and Vox's electrifying on-air showdown, Vox finds himself unusually rattled. His usual suave demeanor is slipping, much to his cohorts' amusement – and concern. Velvet can do little more than roll her eyes at his antics. Valentino, on the other hand, is convinced that all Vox needs to do is get laid and just relax.

Or alternatively..

The tech-savvy overlord manages to snag a virus from the dark web and finds himself in the arms of his worst enemy.

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[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Thirty}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Alastor managed to get back to his home, he nearly collapsed as we arrived. But he kept strong and carried me up to the bedroom. He walked me to the bed and laid me down, carefully checking my head.

"Y/n?" His voice was hoarse. "Can you hear me?" He asks. I nod my head, opening my eyes slightly. "Can you speak?" Again I nod. "I can." Alastor sighs a breath of relief. "How are you feeling?"

"I should be asking you that." I mutter, while trying to sit up. Alastor prevented me from doing so, as he gently pushed me back down. "Don't move too much right now darling. And don't worry about me. I'll heal up in no time..."

"Alastor, how bad are you hurt?" I ask somewhat firmly. "Darling, I'm alright. Now, you stay here and rest. I'll be back momentarily." Before he left the room he summoned his shadow counterpart.

"Do not leave her side." Alastor says sternly. The shadow nods before manifesting itself by me. Alastor gave me a small smile before leaving the room.

Alastor sighed heavily, wincing as his wounds throbbed and ached. This wasn't good.

Alastor slowly moved down the stairs. He would have teleported, but his energy was completely drained. He would need to use what little he had left, to focus on recovering.

As he reached the bottom, there was a knock at the door. He froze.

He didn't need to wonder who was there. He knew. And it shook him to his very core.

When Alastor didn't answer the door, it opened on its own. Another thing that kept him still. Those doors never opened for anyone but himself, unless someone of higher power were to come along.

Someone like...

"Alastor. I'd like to have a word with you."

Lucifer.

Alastor was hardly able to keep himself upright. There was no way he would be able to fend off Lucifer right now. Even at his full potential, Alastor's chances of beating Lucifer were slim to none.

With the way he is now. It would be like stepping on an ant.

Lucifer walked inside the home, turning his head to look around, as if admiring the decor. "I saw the most interesting thing today." He starts. "Two of the pride ring's most rival overlords, fighting. Fighting over what? I couldn't help but wonder." He approaches Alastor, looking him in the eyes.

"It must have been something grand."

Alastor said nothing.

"And it seems you were pretty roughed up in the process. Was it worth it? It must have been, whatever it was." Lucifer chuckles. "But, two overlords scraping with each other is nothing, compared to what I saw when I arrived at the scene."

"Angel blood." Lucifer said simply. "Vox, had somehow stained his hands with angel blood. Now how in the hell could that have possibly happened?"

Again, Alastor said nothing.

"Playing dumb will not do you any favors." Lucifer's tone dipped low. "Where is the angel, Alastor?"

Finally, Alastor gather the nerve to speak. "I...Have no idea what you mean."

Suddenly Alastor felt a tightness around his throat. "What did I just say?" Lucifer's his tail wrapping around Alastor's neck, and lifting him off the ground.

Alastor clawed at the tail while gagging and coughing weakly.

"Answer me. Where is the angel?" Lucifer said more sternly. Alastor kept silent. He had no other option but that.

Lucifer clicked his tongue before throwing Alastor aside. There was a loud thump as he hit the wall.

"You will tell me where you're hiding that angel Alastor. One way or another..." Lucifer said, stepping closer to him. He leaned down to Alastor's height. "I'd hate for such a well known overlord to suddenly disappear, again."

"There is no angel..." Alastor spoke weakly. Lucifer sighed. "I'm very disappointed in you, Alastor. You were one of the good ones. Very...entertaining." He says with a smirk, before raising his hand. Sharp claws grew from his finger tips, his hand engulfed with flames.

Meanwhile, while I was upstairs, I was able to hear loud crashing and thumping. Something was happening downstairs, and telling from how Alastor's shadow began to dissipate, it wasn't good.

With the shadow unable to stop me, I pulled myself out of bed and hurried as fast as I could to the top of the stairs. What I saw made my stomach drop. 

"Stop!"

Lucifer paused, then turned his attention up the stairs. At the top, is where I stood. "Please, don't hurt him!" I begged.

"Y/n..." Alastor murmurs.

Lucifer's smile returned. "Y/n? Is that you?" He stood tall and walked towards the bottom of the stairs. "My, how much you've changed! Just look at you! Come down here, let me get a closer look..."

"Y/n...run. Get out of here..." Alastor's voice strained. Lucifer laughs. "Yes, you may try and run. But I assure you, you will not get far. I don't intend on letting you slip away from me again..."

"I'm not running." I said before walking down the stairs. I stopped just before Lucifer. "You can do whatever you want with me, but let Alastor go. Don't hurt him."

Lucifer smirked and moved his hand towards my face. I flinch slightly as his claw made contact with my cheek.

Alastor growled slightly and grabbed at Lucifer's leg. "Don't you touch her!"

Lucifer kicked him away, his boot roughly colliding with his face. "Stay quiet, this doesn't concern you anymore."

"No!, Please, hurt him!" Lucifer grabbed my chin and yanked me down to eye level with him.

"And you, my dear, are in no position to be barking orders." Lucifer hissed lightly, his tone settling back into a more casual one. "You must understand, an angel such as yourself does not belong here. It only makes me wonder..."

"Why has God abandoned you?"

Lucifer slowly let go of my face, I step away from him.

"I...I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out this whole time...I don't know why..." I answer.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. You're here." Said Lucifer. "And while it is a puzzling situation...I can not allow you to roam freely in my kingdom."

"Then...What do you plan to do with me?" I ask, though, I had a good feeling as to what the answer might be...

"I'm not going to keep you locked away, and hidden from the word. That's for certain." Lucifer says smugly, eyeing Alastor down. Alastor barely had to strength to glare up at him.

"Alastor has done everything to keep that order you have down here." I say suddenly. "You saw me back at the hotel. He disguised me then, and has been until today. I know keeping me a secret, might have angered you. But, other than that, there is no reason to punish Alastor. No one knows about me, accept for him and you...and now Vox I guess." I pause for a moment.

Lucifer laughs. "Oh trust me, he won't be spilling about you anytime soon."

"Did...Did you kill him?" I ask hesitantly. "Goodness, no!" Said Lucifer. "Killing off one of the pride ring's most influential overlord? Just imagine the uproar that would cause alone. No, I did not kill him. But I made sure, that he kept his mouth shut tight about this situation. Otherwise, punishment would be in order..."

"Right..." I mutter. "About what I said before. I'll accept whatever you might do with me, but in exchange, Alastor goes free."

Lucifer cracked a small smirk. "Alastor?" He asks, without taking his eyes off me. "Has this little angel managed to catch your eye?"

Alastor and I met each other's gaze. Each of us, concerned for the other. If Alastor had the strength, even just a little bit, he'd do everything in his power to get us away from here. But he was just hanging on by a thread, yet unwilling to slip away.

"I'm surprised." Said Lucifer. "You must be very special, young lady. It's quite the shame however..." His expression darkened and his tone drastically changing from his smug behavior.

"To loose her so suddenly..."

I felt the air being forced from my lungs, a dull ache that grew steadily within my chest, warm blood dripped from my lip down to my chin. My heart beat becoming slow, and the world growing dark.

I look down, to see Lucifer's claws ripping through my chest.

And the last thing I would ever hear, would be Alastor's sorrowful wail of my name.

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