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dazai-ritualist · 2 days

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ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF

— alastor + vox + adam’s fashion preferences on their significant other. gn!

— alastor

alastor finds anything that compliments your figure to be gorgeous. he can’t be upset when you’re confident in yourself.

though, if you’re really asking, he can’t be dishonest, can he? he adores formal wear. cocktail dresses, suits, waistcoats, gowns, the way they hold a certain elegance is something that just can’t be matched.

the way they hug your waist is simply too attractive, all he wants to do is eat you up. a beautiful sight like you would most definitely be a feast. not that he was thinking of eating you!

true, it’s not the most practical of clothes to be worn on the daily— but, it’s still a delectable treat once in a while.

“sweetheart, are you ready?” alastor asks, knocking on the door. “we must hurry, the opera waits for no one!” he laughs as he opens the door. and when he does, he is pleasantly surprised to see the outfit you’ve chosen for tonight.

the way formal wear compels you to carry yourself with poise and confidence is something that simply makes you all the more attractive to him.

“my, my! look what the cat dragged in!” alastor joked. “you look ravishing, dear. are you ready?” he asked. he walked over to you as he took hold of your hips, running his claws up and down the fabric and silently admiring your figure.

“mhm!” you nodded. “lovely.” he grins, holding his cane in one hand, and wrapping his arm tightly around your waist in the other.

as you walked, there was something off about alastor. he truly did hide it well, but there was definitely something bothering him.

his breath, quiet as ever, was heavy and reeking of desire. and, his body temperature was off the charts, as if he had been running a fever.

“alastor, are you alright?” you looked to your side. “of course, i am! simply excited for the show, that’s all!” alastor said, clearing his throat. “really? you’re kind of burning up, and you’re breathing heavily…” you noted.

alastor fell silent, choosing the best way to respond. “i’d suggest you not ask that, love.” he warned. “any further, and i may just eat you up!” he grinned as he left a kiss on your cheek, tightening his grip on you.

“oh? should i hold you to that promise?” you teased back at him. “hmph, don’t test your luck.” he shook his head in perplexity. “tell me, would you like to be cooked slow-roasted or braised?” alastor asked, to your shock.

alastor clearly enjoyed your reaction, laughing quite loudly. “wh— i’d like to not be cooked at all!” you frowned. “hmm… fine. only because you’re so sweet.” he shrugged in surrender.

— vox

vox loves everything elegant. whether it be a flowing dress, or a well-fitted suit, it gets him hungry. hungry for you, that is.

the way they accentuate every little curve and muscle is just so appealing to him, he just can’t help his hands to himself!

elegance simply compliments your body so sweetly, he wants to show off his little treat from heaven to everyone who’ll listen. this may or may not be the reason he brings you to every event.

“do i really have to go to this?” you frown as you lounge on your bed, waiting for vox to get ready. “‘course you do. you’re mine, and i have to show you off.” he grinned, straightening his bowtie as the finishing touch.

“come on. everyone’s awaiting our appearance.” he said, coercing you and pulling you up from bed with both arms. “urgh, fine…” you groaned, finally getting up.

vox rested his hands on your shoulder and hip respectively, taking in the sweet sights. “christ, you look sexy as hell…” vox sighed out, biting the side of his bottom lip.

“you know… i wouldn’t mind so much if we… missed tonight, and had some fun..?” he raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down. “pssh, after i already got ready? no thanks.” you teased “maybe tonight instead if you want me so bad.” you rolled your eyes at him.

vox frowned at your rejection. “fine, that might just bite you in the ass later.” he threatened, playfully slapping your behind, and pulling you along by the waist.

— adam

adam loves anything that shows your skin. short skirts, crop tops, tight denim jeans, no sleeves. anything that brings attention to your assets, it’s all super sexy to him.

the fact that you’re confident enough in yourself to wear such tight-fitting clothes is so downright hot, it might just encourage him to do some… sinful acts, to say the least.

still, adam is quite possessive when it comes to you. as much as he loves you in revealing outfits, these are for his eyes only. no one else gets to see this but him.

that still doesn’t stop him from having you perform a little show for him. for his eyes exclusively.

“holy shit… you look so fuckin’ hot, babe!” adam let out, sucking in his breath as he pulls you into his lap. “do i really have to wear this..? it’s kind of uncomfortable, adam…” you pouted.

“oh, don’t worry, baby.” he comforted you, petting your hair gently. “soon enough you’ll be taking it off anyway.” he said with a cocky grin, proud of such a dirty line.

“pssh, don’t say something like that. that’s just inappropriate.” you rolled your eyes at him. “heyy… but, don’t you like it? you can’t deny that, can you, angel?” he grinned.

and, as you glared incredulously at him, he started moving his hands. his grabby hands began moving anywhere that was left exposed— your arms, thighs, and waist. his fingers traced every vein, curve, and muscle, giving you a sneak peak of what he could do.

“come on, babe…” he said, coercing you further. “you know i could show you a good time.” he grinned.

adam could feel you growing weak under his touch, encouraging him further. he started to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your collarbones.

“just let me show you a good time…” he said, running a hand over your thighs.

“…fine.”

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dragengyrr · 1 day

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OUT NOW only on Voxtek+ Premium: "The Rizz Demon strikes again!"

(…or "the moments from 666: Live On Air! by @prince-liest that had no reason being this funny.")

⚠️ Horny demons ahead (kinda) ⚠️

Anyway, excuse me if I mixed up the scenes where Alastor’s supposed to be more/less dressed, I can’t keep up with his undressing policy in the series, but I think it’s always funnier when he’s all buttoned up.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin vox #vox #radiostatic #onewaybroadcast #princeliest #aroace alastor #one sided radiostatic #fanfic art #aromantic alastor #asexual alastor #I almost didn’t include the last panels because of how long it took to figure out Alastor’s new hair #but he’s gorgeous your honor #there’s no way back now I’m hooked #poor vox #vox’s insides are human flesh mixed with my cable management skills

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6esiree · 3 days

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Fucking Them to Ulterior Motives

Y’ALLLL …ik you guys want a part 2 to the Daddy fic, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote about senselessly fucking the Hazbin men to this lost song that went viral?

Like, I can imagine you pushing Alastor/Lucifer/Husk/Vox down on a chair, forcing them to watch you as you dance around the room, their eyes following your every move as you sway sensually along with the music. You guys are halfway into a bottle of liquor, too, so all of your senses are heightened.

Now, let’s cut to the good part where you’re riding them at a relentless pace.

Lucifer: You already know that Lucifer is going to be a mess underneath you, his head tossed back, pleading for you to be more gentle with him over and over again. He’s doing everything in his power not to climax instantly when you ignore him, trying to block out the filthy squelching that fills the room. Lucifer fails miserably, of course—he hasn’t been fucked this good in a while.

Alastor: Portraying Alastor as submissive seems impossible, but I’m sure I could figure out how to dissolve him into a pathetic, whining mess for y’all. He’s sensitive as he rarely ever indulges in carnal pleasures, the way his smile almost falls as his length glides in and out of your slick hole a testament of that. Alastor eventually forces your hips at a standstill, though, overwhelmed.

Vox: The way that Vox always appears so calm and collected? Yeah, that’s just a persona, and you figured that out as soon as you sunk onto his length. When you start moving, it’s over for him, but you mercilessly continue to ride him, savoring the way his screen glitches and buffers as you overstimulate him.

Husk: I’m sure Husk would eat this shit up. The old man’s body is slumped, his eyes half-lidded, and his mouth slightly agape, allowing breathy sighs to escape his throat. He’s trying his absolute best not to sink his claws into your hips as you ride him with fervor, his length already throbbing inside of you. You can bet Husk is mentally cursing himself because his body is reacting like that of a horny teenager.

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eslypyiris · 1 day

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Hazbin memes🌸

(I didn't made the last one, I found it on Pinterest, but it's a really good one)

#hazbin hotel #memes #hazbin hotel memes #hazbin memes #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin vox #alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin emily #hazbin rosie #hazbin husk #huskerdust #staticradio #hazbin vees

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kiribiribi · 3 days

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Alastor doesn’t know how to react to compliments 😅

This was animation practice in krita 😋

#staticradio #voxal #radiostatic #staticlovetune #alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel

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scoutswritingcorner · 2 days

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Tired Chauffeur

Poly Vees x GN!Chauffeur!Reader

Alastor x GN!Chauffeur!Reader

A/N: I'm feeling a little silly and after seeing really good fanart of the Vee's I have decided I must write Chauffeur Reader sleeping on the Vee's.

TW: Valentino.

It had been a tiring week after driving your three favorite Overlords everywhere around Pentagram City just exhausted you. You had yet to actually sleep and the only time you did was when it was in one hour intervals- an hour and half at best.

But The Vee's saw your exhaustion seeping through the cracks of the mask you wore while working so they did the best they could to get you back to your energetic self!

Vox: Will make you sit on his lap as he works or he stays with you in the penthouse to watch over you while you sleep on the couch, he may take a quick power nap with you. Yes his screen does the little Voxtech logo bouncing around the black screen.

Valentino: While yes he does have work to do, he will 100% have you sat on his lap the whole time. His big ass coat that no one is allowed to touch his draped over you and your face in nuzzled into the fur around his neck. He gives you noise cancelling headphones/earbuds too. He's making sure your happily getting your rest and if he has to get up? He's holding you like it's nothing.

Velvette: Queen of self care over here and when she finds out? She's pulling your ass from the cars and yelling at the other two to leave you alone. She allows you to lay on the couch in her studio as she works. She will make sure no one dares bother you for anything, your phone is off and in her pocket so Vox or Valentino can't call you while you sleep. She puts calming music on for you too.

BONUS

Alastor: He's not afraid to drag you by the scruff of your neck to get your ass in bed. He is a firm believer of 8 hours of sleep, despite he barely sleeps. You better be getting sleep or he'll make sure to scare you so bad you'll faint so that's how you get sleep.

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onesidedradiostatic · 2 days

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The breakup

“Al, I don’t want us to be friends anymore,”

“Enemies then.”

“I lo—”

“THINK FAST”

LMAOOOOOO sure this is what happened

#ask #osrs.txt #is this the complicated and sad backstory y'all were anticipating? I hope it was #radiostatic #staticradio #onewaybroadcast #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor

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voxsmistress · 3 days

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Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part Six

Now this went a completely different way to how I originally planned but I hope you like it - no Vee's in it but we do meet dear old Alastor who has a few things he would like to get off his chest! Plus you get to see why Y/n isn't just a regular sinner but a Demon in her own right!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten

Stumbling up the flight of stairs to your door you were in a bit of a daze. Catching sight of a few cameras in the corner of the hallway you huff. Letting yourself into your flat you slam the door behind you.

Where the fuck was that bottle of whiskey?

What the fuck was that horrible buzzing noise? Growling under your breath you reach over to your night stand, knocking over the empty bottle of whiskey that you had decided to finish off last night to grab your phone which was making an unholy racket.

The fuck is someone phoning you at this ungodly hour for?

“Hello?” croaking into the phone you quickly clear it.

“Ah good morning my dear, how did you sleep?” The staticky voice on the other end could only belong to one Demon. Alastor. Groaning into your pillow you just knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to bed and sleep off this hangover.

“Alastor? It’s way too early for small talk – what do you want?” you grumble into the phone, rubbing your sore eyes.

“Delightful as always dear Y/n, we need to talk” at the change of tone in that last word all sleepiness left you.

“Ah okay, when would you like to meet?” his answering chuckle made a small twinge of fear run through your body.

“Now if you don’t mind, I suggest you get yourself up and ready I shall be waiting”. Before you could say anything else you were met with the cut off tone. He always was a cheery fellow in the morning. Makes you sick!

Dragging yourself up out of your warm bed you quickly threw yourself into the shower getting ready at the speed of light. Running back into your bedroom you style your hair up in a ponytail and do your usual make up consisting of eyeliner, mascara, and a bit of gloss. Eyeing your clothes you choose a pair of flared jeans, a tight black tank top, leather jacket and matching boots.

On the way out the door you make sure you have your phone, purse and keys before locking the door and making your way to the Hazbin Hotel where Alastor had his radio tower now.

Wishing the journey would take longer than it did you made it to the Hotel in record time, pushing open the front doors you could see no one was in the foyer – why would they as most of the population was only just getting up at this time. Following the familiar path to the radio station you come to the red door. Deep breath in and out you raise your hand and knock firmly.

“Come in” even through the door you could hear the Radio Demon clearly. Opening the door, you poke your head round to see him sat in his usual chair, microphone staff beside him as his fingers were clasped together underneath his chin. “Ah y/n kind of you to make it here so quickly on such short notice” his smile grows. His fingers motion to the other seat across from him. Crossing the short distance to the chair you couldn’t help but feel like you did when you were human and sent to the principals office.

Once you were settled in the chair, Alastor stood from his own. “I have come across a bit of information dearest y/n, a horrible rumour which has displeased me greatly and I believe we need to discuss it to make sure it is not true” throwing his hands around as he speaks, you keep an eye on his staff.

“Which is?”

“That you are now working with those deplorable Vee’s” those red eyes of his glared down, his yellow teeth fully on display with that smile of his. Gulping down the nerves you straighten your back.

“I am not working with the Vee’s, I am collaborating with Velvette where I am showing off her clothes and she is allowing me to sing at her Catwalk to help raise my profile as a singer” I reply to the Radio Demon.

“Ah then it seems the rumours are true. Shame. A real shame.” You had a horrible feeling you were about to be killed and eaten by the Radio Demon. You tried your hardest to control the flinch your body made when Alastor suddenly leaned forwards in front of you and static filled the room.

“Then it seems my dear our time as business partners has now come to an unfortunate end”, he stands back up fully his shadow encasing you, filling your bones with shivers.

“What because I am working with Velvette?” You questioned, standing from your own chair so to make a quick getaway if he decided to start attacking.

“Yes. It’s a conflict of interest you see my dear, it’s just not good business to work with people who are not your allies”, shocked you let out a choked laugh.

“Just because I am working with Velvette does not mean I am not your ally or friend Alastor; you and Vox may have this weird dick swinging contest going on between you but trust me when I say I am staying well out of that! I wouldn’t betray you!” You fold your arms and glare at him.

“Hmm” his smile tightens, eyes narrowing at you. “Then perhaps for the time being, my dear, we call a halt on our business until you see the true side of those Vee’s”.

“The true side? Alastor I am not daft enough to think they want to be best buddies with me. I know there is an ulterior motive behind their actions”, you reasoned with him, nearly adding that he was hypocrite because he was doing exactly the same thing as they are. But you valued your undead life so you kept that little titbit to yourself.

“As long as you realise that young Y/n, I would hate to see you fall under their power” his gaze softened a little bit making it easier for you to breath. Hopefully he wasn’t contemplating killing you and eating your liver now.

“I do Alastor, but I understand why you’d like to halt our business. If that is all for now, I do have another appointment to head to”, you point to the door, nodding his head he moves towards it, opening it wide for you.

“Be careful y/n,” a wide smile directed at you as you pass him, saying goodbye you carry on down the stairs and through the hotel. What a weird conversation. But less stress. You had worried about working with both Velvette and Alastor – he was right in a way that it was a conflict of interest. At least this way you could focus on one – or three – Overlords at a time.

Travelling through Pentagram City you go over the conversation with Alastor in your head again and again. You didn’t think that he was still angry with you, after you had made it clear you weren’t going to go behind his back. Not that you would or could anyway you knew nothing about the Radio Demon anyway, and the things you did know wouldn’t do a lick of good to any one unless they wanted to know how Alastor liked his coffee.

Turning a corner you didn’t realise you had been followed the last few blocks until you were suddenly slammed up against a building by your throat. The FUCK?! Today was just not your day. Snarling at the shark-like sinner that was holding you, a knife was pushed against your neck. Feeling a pinch you just knew the bastard had cut you. Two other sinners stood behind him, laughing at you struggling to pull the idiot’s hand off your throat.

“Look guys. I ain’t interested in what you are selling and if you don’t let me go you are going to really fucking regret it. That I can promise you!” You choke out, clawing at the hand holding your throat. It was definitely going to bruise.

Sniggering at your comment one of the other sinners started running their hands up and down your body, groping your boobs and legs. Sucking in a large breath you waited until they attempted to shove their disgusting paws down your pants. Fuck no. Using all the breath you had you let loose a scream. Unfortunately for them, it wasn’t just a standard scream. Letting go of you they groaned clutching their ears. Raising your pitch, you watched blood start to stream from between their fingers, from their noses and then their eyes. At their screams and begging you stop for a moment. Smirking at their cries and begging.

“Can you honestly tell me you’d have let me go without touching me if I begged like you now?” You ask, kneeling in front of the ‘leader’, his face was covered in his own blood which dripped onto the floor. “No answer? Say’s more than your words ever could”, you snarl. Breathing in deeply you watch as fear enter their eyes before you let out the highest pitched scream which you only reserved for special times. Like now.

Three heads all explode, one after the other. The only mishap was you were so very close to the splash zone. Groaning to yourself you wipe your cheek with your hand, covered in warm blood you grumble. Gross. Pulling out a pack of tissues from your dropped purse you quickly scrub where you saw had landed but there was no way of getting rid of all of it … biting your lip you decide to carry on walking to the Vee Tower. You did after all have an appointment.

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