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poprock0505 · 29 days

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Thighjob

Paring: Alastor x F!Reader

TW: Blood kink, thigh fucking, thigh kink, non-con kinda, F!receiving oral, cum, pinning, degradation, praise, complex relationship

Also: Not proofread, I probably spelled thigh wrong a few times. My first fic on Tumblr!

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Ever since you arrived at the hotel, Alastor had taken a liking to you. He liked how you were grumpy around everyone else, but shy and submissive around him. He liked how you were willing to help. He liked how you would listen to his radio show before falling asleep. He liked how you would occasionally join his chaotic acts. He liked that you would act all stubborn, but he was able to ruin it quickly.. Oh, he loved that so much. How you would act all high and mighty, like you were invincible..and he could absolutely crush that mindset

He loved that you loved him, basically. But of course, he denys that you're in love with him.

You and him had a complicated relationship. Like a transactional fucking. He was rarely ever that horny, but you always were ready for him. Another thing he loved about you.

But out of all the things he loved about you, there was something he especially loved....

....

Your thighs.

He couldn't explain it. The way he wanted to peel off your thigh garter and squish them. Mabye use his claws to draw blood from them. How delicious it would taste~

He loved how the long socks you wore made them more noticeable. And the way the thigh garter would squish tightly on them. Mabye, it was his cannibalistic tendencies? Mabye thats what made him desire to bite down and claw at them?

Today he was on the last fucking straw.

You sat down on the bar of the hotel. He couldn't help but stare at your thighs. Of course, Angel noticed his staring. He didn't say anything.. but gave him a look.

Alastor glared at him, his eyes dangerously close to dials. Angel backed off the situation....

"Darling, would you mind following me for a moment?" He asked you

"Oh.. alright"

Part of you knew what was gonna happen. You didn't know exactly, though. But you know it's gonna be sexual.

You both walked through the hallways together, the tension high. "So...what do you n-" You were cut of by him opening the door to your hotel room and pinning you to the ground

"A-Alastor?..."

"I have a suggestion for you, dear...Don't wear these around me" He ripped your thigh garter of your thigh. "It's difficult not to stare, and I wouldn't want some other sinner staring at what belongs to me~"

"So you have a thing for my thighs.. And you're worried about me?"

Alastor was surprised by that question. You're usually much more timid than this. Not to say he dislikes the change.

He doesn't reply and just kisses you. His hand holding your head up. He bit your lip, drawing blood. It made him want you more. He wanted to bite your thigh and taste the blood so badly.

He pulled away from the kiss. And he couldn't resist anymore. He spread your legs, pulled your shorts down, lowered his head into your legs and began biting.

You moaned at the pleasurable pain. Your voice only making him yearn for you more. Finally he gets bite onto the soft skin of your juicy thigh. The blood tasted absolutely delectable.

He continued leaving small bite marks and laping up the blood with his long silver tongue while you moan. But now he wanted something different... He wanted to taste something else. So he pulled your undergarments down, and licked a stripe on your pussy.

You gasped in pleasure, feeling his tounge laping at your clit. He loved this taste even more~ He soon slid his tongue in your pink hole. You moaned and grabbed his fluffy ears to pull him in further. His tounge now reaching deeper places inside you.

Hitting every spot, with you squeezing and tightening around his tounge, the taste being his new favorite, you felt release approaching.

You rubbed his ears as you felt like you were about to come undone. With a loud moan, you came on Alastor's tongue. He made sure to drink as much as he could, savoring the taste.

He pulled away from your private areas.

"You're so beautiful, darling~ And the sight of your adorably pathetic fucked-out face is something only I can see~"

He unzipped his pants, his member rather large. About 7in. He pushed your legs together and pushed them close before sliding his cock between your beautifully juicy tighs.

He started off slow. Slowly pumping his cock between your tighs while griping onto them as you made small noises.

Then speed up a bit. You reached your hand down to try to touch yourself but he takes one hand off a thigh and stops your hand.

"Not without my permission, darling~ Unless you're that desperate and willing to beg"

Everypart of your body told you..BEG

"Please, Alastor, please please, can I touch myself?"

"You'll have to do better than that, dear~" He teased

"Please please please! Alastor, master please~ can I touch myself? I'm so desperate, please master~!"

He laughed. "Oh, how adorable! Calling me such a name... what a kinky darling you are~! But yes, you may"

You reached down again and slid your middle finger inside you while he fucked your thighs faster and harder

You slid another finger inside you and went a bit faster. Then he came. And when Alastor cums, he cums a lot. It squirted out long thick ropes of cum onto your stomach and thighs, covering them. You really enjoyed it.

You got a kiss on the cheek and woke up sleeping next to him... Was it a dream?

When you stood up off the bed, you felt cum cascade down your leg...so it wasn't a dream

#alastor smut #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #smut #alastor x reader smut #thick and juicy #fanfic #fanfiction #smutty fanfiction #18+ content #alastor the radio demon #x reader

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qoppybirdie · 11 days

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This isn’t heaven, this isn’t hell.

#cw glitch #cw flashing #it gets glitchy flashy especially towards the end #one of the animatics i made but didnt post #because i know it can be better and more cleaned up #but idk if ill ever #song is buried alive by radio werewolf #my brain was juicy for this i think #venom snake #paz ortega andrade #revolver ocelot #mgs #mgsv #mgs fanart #metal gear solid #mgs animatic #qopphy animatic #qopphy art

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allastoredeer · 10 days

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Blacked-Eyed Camera - A RadioStatic Fanfic Snippet.

The lights were too bright and it was making Alastor’s leg hurt.

Granted, the lights, themselves, weren’t the direct cause of the ache in his upper thigh, but their harsh brightness burned his eyes, made him sweat underneath the silk, red shirt he’d been dressed in, and was steadily drilling a headache inside his skull. The building discomfort throughout is body pulled his his attention to every other irritant as it made itself known. The sweat beginning to bead on the back of his neck. The sticky cling of his shirt. The dull pang behind his left eyes. The deep, throbbing ache inside his leg.

He fought the urge to dig his fingers into the meat of his thigh, to tear the pain directly out of his bones, and turned his face toward camera as a jaunty, bouncing theme song played through the speakers. Alastor leaned back into the soft blue armchair with a charming smile as Vox, seated behind his desk, spun around on his chair. He planted an arm on the sleek surface to stop himself as soon as he was facing the front of the set.

“And welcome back viewers to Vox 2 Nite,” he said with flourish, greeting the cold, black-eyed lens of the camera stationed in front of them with a dashing smile. His voice was fast and full of boisterous energy. Stimulating in a way to grab his invisible audiences’ attention and quick enough to force them to pay close attention to catch his every rapid-fire word.

“We’ve got a special show for you tonight, folks. Hell’s first, in-depth look into the catastrophic event that racked our beloved, damnable city. We at Vox News know our beloved viewers have been frothing at the mouth for the details, and we’re delighted to finally shed some heavenly light on the subject.” Vox’s expression became coy in a way that implied the juicy details of a tantalizing secret. One that he was all to eager to spill, if only someone asked. “But first, let me introduce you to my co-host.”

He turned to Alastor and the curve of his smile crawled up his screen in what could only be described as pure, vicious delight. Alastor forced himself to relax as he curled his hands on top of his cane, fitting them so perfectly around the curve of the microphone that it was if it’d been molded specifically to his touch. Which, in way, it had. It’d been a constant companion of his since his arrival in Hell, always in reach and always reliable.

He used it’s reliability to ground himself now. To keep his hands from grasping his thigh and squeezing the pain out of his nerves. He looked away from Vox, back toward the camera, and fought back a wince as the harsh lights bored down at him. His headache panged.

“Say hello to Alastor, the most recent addition to the Vee’s,” Vox introduced him. The emphasis on “Vee’s” is subtle. A faint press on the word that's barely noticeable, but Alastor saw it for what it was. An intentional jab. A needling reminder of where he was and who he was with.

As if he could forget.

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Just a lil snippet from the StaticRadio fic I'm working :3

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highsummonertemptress · 6 months

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Best Vice City OST songs

Had a trip down memory lane listening to Flash FM and Fever FM, and these were the songs that impacted my childhood while playing this game.

Mtume - Juicy Fruit

Yes - Owner of a Lonely Heart

Michael Jackson - Billie Jean

Hall & Oates - Out of Touch

Go West - Call Me

Rene & Angela - I'll Be Good

Lionel Richie - Running with the Night

Fat Larry's Band - Act like You Know

Whispers - And The Beat Goes On

Laura Branigan - Self Control

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statiicstag · 5 days

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What was your favorite part of breaking Husk? Was it destroying the empire he worked so hard to build? Stealing away his freedom and independence? Or perhaps you’ve enjoyed sending him running into the many arms of that spider?

❝ Why do you assume the intention was to break ? I want him in my arsenal because he holds power—and I want him by my side because he is a treasured friend. ❞ Whether he believes it or not. Alastor does have a funny way of showing it, but his words are genuine. ❝ I take excellent care of things that are mine. I have never preferred my toys broken. What use are they in pieces ? ❞

❝ And I care not about his personal affairs. He is free to fall into whomever's arms he'd like. ❞

At the end of the day, it is still Alastor's metaphorical arms Husk would be in. He'd ensured of that much.

#【 ☓ 】 ❙ RADIOS NOT DEAD. ❙《 queue. 》࿏#【 ☓ 】 ❙ GOOD TO BE BACK ON THE AIR. ❙《 ic answer. 》࿏#【 ☓ 】 ❙ WHO ARE YOU AGAIN? ❙《 anonymous. 》࿏#[THIS IS SOOO JUICY THANK YOU ANON]#[bro called husk a friend and a toy in the same fucking breath please seek help]

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mvnces · 2 months

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in the story decker hears sobieski die due to the wolf’s attack making his radio go off as he’s being killed and-

#( * / out of character ; personal. )#I am *goofy floating in a pool.gif* rn #also in the story his name is jared instead of john ?? that feels cursed #thinking about it and there’s a chance that it was sobieski trying to radio decker #but the wolf kills him before he can get anything out but either way ?? it ruined me #the little details were juicy though . I did enjoy it .

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moss-wizard · 1 year

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@socalledmixtapelife tagged to shuffle through 10 songs. Cheers!!

#radio juicy is invention_#peaceville is katatonia #sammy abraham is clann zu #the wonders of preferring bandcamp and soundcloud links over Spotify even though nobody listens to them #anyway the beat for piano hits fucks #i love it so much #i thought it was weird that there were no metal tracks but then we got the katatonia through to woods of ypres mini playlist #Bandcamp #SoundCloud

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lagaans · 20 days

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sorry that im permanently skam-brained but eva as an iced out by her team sports scholarship student who feels behind in her classes and noora as a girl who sticks to her studies and only has a couple of very close friends and starts going to the sports games after meeting her 😗

#nooreva #still stuck on my college nooreva au where noora works st the radio club/station & eva is a transfer student but this would also be so juicy

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a-hazbin-reader · 4 months

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I had an alastor ask you can ignore this but what about an alastor x wife!reader where one day one of the readers old friends from their living days manifest in hell it can be angsty or fluffy but I just really wanna see how you think alastor would react to suddenly remembering that the reader had a whole different life before hell and before him

You're an amazing write and I wanna see your take on this, if not thats ok too !! Have a lovely day 🩷

Ooh this is just juicy-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being sad, Alastor being jealous

Description: 👆⬆️

Look, Alastor is a smart man who knows you had a life before you met him, before you died

He knows this, he also had a life before you

A rather violent one towards the end there, but still...

But when one of your friends from when you were alive suddenly runs into you???? It suddenly feels like that previous life is coming to slap him in the face

"Y/N? Is that you?"

The way your face lights up with familiarity and you two rush to hug each other, obviously close

It makes him...feel something bad...

The conversation with your friend starts out simple and innocent enough, the two of you catching up with each other

You introduce your husband and Alastor can tell that your friend is surprised, probably not expecting you to be shacked up with the radio demon himself

He preens with your introduction, ready to hear your friend either gush about your amazing husband or shrink away in fear of him

Or at least that's what Alastor assumes the shocked look means

But then your friend mentions something about an old flame of yours and Alastor just kinda??? Gets a white hot flash of anxiety??

You get visibly upset at the mention of them, mumbling something to your friend that Alastor can't hear because he's not listening

You're scolding your friend for bringing up someone you hardly even thought about anymore, someone so unimportant in comparison to your husband

You had someone before him?? Someone you loved and cared about before you died and became stuck in hell?

Would you still go to them now if you had the choice? No, you wouldn't, he's one of the strongest demons in hell. Why would you leave him?

Because you loved people for more than that...

Then your friend is talking to him about your life when you were alive, telling him every stupid, funny, kind thing you did

Everything you enjoyed without him in your life

He's stuck in his own head and hurting his own feelings, the smile on his face painfully tight

"Alastor? Darling?"

Your concerned voice and gentle squeeze on his arm brings him back to reality, your friend having already left without his realizing

"Are you alright? You got quiet on me and that's not like you..."

And he's back to being his charming self, squashing down his ugly emotions

"My apologies my dear~! I just suddenly remembered I must meet Rosie today!"

He's gone before you can even question it, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut

The next few days after that Alastor is distant from you even though he's trying to play it off as being busy

Everyone at the hotel can see it and think that you two must be having a fight

You have to reassure them that no, mommy and daddy aren't fighting

He's been off ever since you ran into your friend and they brought up-

...your past...

Oh that stupid man of yours

It takes a lot of work to corner Alastor, he's stupidly clever and always has an excuse to avoid you

You however, did NOT become his wife by giving up easily

One time, he even straight up turned around and ran from you

And you almost fucking caught him if he hadn't cheated and melted away into the shadows

But you manage to catch him in his radio tower, using all your demonic power to sneak up on him

He jumps at the feeling of your arms draping around his neck from behind, feeling your lips on his temple

He's missed being so close to you, he really has

"We need to talk, darling one..."

This is exactly what he's been avoiding though, trying to get his uncomfortable feelings to go away so things can go back to normal between you two

"What is there to talk about, my dear~?"

He's pulling you into his lap, uncharacteristically enthusiastic about giving you affection all of a sudden, kissing up your neck and rubbing your thighs

You know he's trying to seduce you to get out of having to talk about his feelings so you stop him, placing a firm hand on his chest

"You've been avoiding me ever since we ran into my friend."

He visibly cringes at being so obviously caught, his smile strained, sharp teeth clenched tight

"I've simply been busy, I'm sorry if I've been neglecting my little wife..."

He's going in for another kiss, but you pull away with reluctance, you're attracted to your husband after all

You pull on his cheek and sigh, hugging his neck as you lean back to look at him

"Alastor, you know I hate it when you lie to me..."

Now he feels bad, he hates disappointing his wife like this...

"I suppose I have been a bit out of sorts..."

So he does his best to explain to you his uncertainty in your life, wondering if you've simply settled for him because you died

If you would choose your old life over him if ever given the chance, or leave him for a chance at heaven with people from your old life

He won't look at you the entire time he says this, leaning into you and hiding his face in your neck

Just run your fingers through his hair, maybe rub his ears a little, and listen to him vent

He doesn't like being open and vulnerable

"Oh darling, I didn't even know what love really was until I met you. Being here in hell with you has been more fulfilling than any life I had before..."

Not him making a little deer bleat before growling out of embarrassment, clutching you a little tighter

"You wouldn't-"

"Alastor, if anybody even tries to make me leave you, I'll kill them myself."

That makes him chuckle, leaning back to finally look at you

"Oh, you twisted wonderful wife~"

He's literally immediately back to himself after that, almost as though none of it ever happened

You're always surprised by how quickly your husband recovers

Maybe it's just because he trusts you so much, your words alone were enough to reassure him of his place in your world

You meant every word

When your friend comes back to visit you, Alastor actually engages with them this time

He wants to know more about who you used to be now that his confidence in his marriage has been restored

The dude is literally walking around like he got laid for the first time

Angel...shut up...

Holds you close to him the entire time, relaxed as he listens to you and your friend go on about old times

"Wait...you jumped out of a third story window? While being chased by a man with one leg?"

"And LIVED!"

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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horrorartsworld · 4 months

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Hi. Here a thought experimen. I'm not sure if this can be considered a request or a prompt or something. Just wondering what do you think about an Overlord reader who is insulted by Velvet's 'blatant vulgar display' at the overlords letting and wants to put the Vees in their place. And for start she would like to the get THE VALENTINO to rent him. To show him that he may be a pimp now but he was not always so high and mighty. This has been in my head for days now. It's a dark femmdom idea just rotting my brain. Giving old moth boy a taste of his own Poison.

i think this is juicy asf 🤭 AND I PURPOSELY MADE SURE TO HAVE THIS DONE BY VALENTINE’s DAy! ! so you sexy bitches eat up, mwah!

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RENT-A-PIMP

valentino/overlord dom f!reader

warnings: 18+ nsfw, valentino getting domed FINALLY, cum denial, pussy drunk/eating

Scowling from your seat next to Zestial, your eyes never stopped following her every move…

The most incompetent, egotistical, annoying back-bone of the Vee’s, Velvette, was stomping around the table top in front of you spouting about some nonsense of fighting against the exorcists.

Making your blood boil at the site of someone with the same status as you having her way amongst some of the most powerful overlords in all of Hell, that were basically just gawking at her disrespectful behavior without lifting a single finger.

Your nails make a loud screeching noise while digging into the wood surface of the table with your frustration in which Zestial takes notice and nudges you to snap out of it. His glowing green eyes instantly calming with just a friendly look.

Huffing annoyed you slump in your chair as the little brat finishes up her last few pointless words and then finally exits throwing a middle finger up to the whole room with the door slamming behind her not shortly after.

There’s a moment of silence amongst the group as they all look over at Carmilla at the head of the table, who had already called for the meeting to be adjourned during her argument with Velvet, but everyone still sat waiting for proper direction. Until the silence was finally broken by the infamous radio demon stating in a rather chipper tone, “What a productive meeting!”

You attempt at holding in a laugh at this while everyone else finally takes that as a cue to disperse or mingle amongst the other overlords for a moment.

Stretching from your slump in your chair you can’t help but look over at Carmilla who had a somewhat pissed yet worried look on her face. “You alright Carmilla?” you ask softly tilting your head as she looks up at you with a small smile creeping on her lips.

“Yeah Y/n i’m fine…those Vee’s are just always looking for trouble..” she sighs shaking her head in disappointment.

“I’ll never understand why we don’t put them in their place…and why we even keep inviting them to shit when they don’t give a fuck about it.” you grumble with furrowed brows, Carmilla chuckles seeing how serious you looked when you spoke of revenge.

“It would make this whole empire crumble if we went after the Vee’s right now with the state we’re in…besides I would’ve already if I could..i don’t advise you to though..” her chuckles dying down as she gives you a more warning look, not wanting you to go after them yourself, but it was already too late.

The wheels in your mind were turning with a plan. “Oh noooooo i would never! Anywho i gotta go take care of something’s, cya!” you quickly replied, lying straight through your teeth as you scooted out of the room.

Carmilla watched you leave but she knew you all too well, she just hoped you knew what you were doing.

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Valentino was immersed in the party life at the moment.

Iridescent lights flashing, deafening music blaring, sitting in his king pin like booth with two demon women at his side. Nursing on his usual intoxicating cigarette, the red smoke clouding above him while one of the females tugged on his coat with needy eyes.

“What is it doll?” he says with a sickening sweet draw, she then leans in close whispering a few naughty suggestions in the moth man’s ear, a pleased smirk forming on his face as he then picks her up in his arms about to take her somewhere private until he’s stopped mid stride.

“FUCK kitty…kind of trying to do something here..” he says with an impatient squeak, watching his little robo fizz stand in his way with that same toothy smile it always has, then it gestures eagerly for Valentino to follow it.

Valentino grumbles rolling his eyes, he roughly sets the demon girl down on the booth causing a yelp to escape her lips. “This better be good…” he stocks off following Kitty absentmindedly to his office.

Once there the door is already open, Val looks down suspiciously at the bot before entering. A sense of a different aura lingered in the air as the door suddenly shuts and locks behind him.

“Kitty, what the fuck! Open this damn door..” he seethes slamming his fist against it, only stopping when he hears a low seductive voice beckon him from behind, “There’s no need for that Valentino~”

The moth man’s wings twitch turning to investigate where that voice was coming from, which he then noticed out of the dark corner of the room a nice pair of legs sitting crossed on one of his plush pink arm chairs, delicious stockings working up to the upper thigh and adorned with laced up boots.

He scoffs with an eyebrow raised though he was slightly turned on by the sight. “Who the hell are you?”

“Not important..now come sit~” you say softly with a hint of demand behind it, gesturing towards a chair beside you that was waiting for him.

He scoffs crossing his arms over his chest, unmoving, “Oh yes it is…i’m not going to sit until you tell me who you are and what the fuck your doing in my office.”

You snicker seeing him become more sassy towards you, shaking your head as a bright purple chain appears in your grasp, lighting up bits of your face in the process. His red eyes widening behind his heart framed sunglasses at the realization of what was going on, you suddenly tug it forward with a giggle causing Valentino’s tall build to stumble toward you and fall to the ground with a loud thud.

You walk over to him, heels clicking threateningly amongst the floor until you stop where his face had planted, taking a clawed finger under his chin lifting it up to make his eyes meet your seductive yet powerful ones. “I own you for the next 24 hours mothy baby, which means you’ll have to do anything and everything I say~” a contract for a rental then appears in your opposite hand with his signature somehow on it. He looks at it baffled at how that possibly could’ve happened, not knowing you had one of those women in his booth from earlier trick him into signing it without realizing, leading him right to where he is now.

A wordless mess at your feet with his sunglasses now crooked on his face. You almost felt bad for him but you weren’t gonna feel bad for what you were about to do.

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Before Valentino could wrap his mind around anything he was already drunk off your pussy…You had stood over top of him while he held your hips in place, long pointed tongue plunging in and out of your hole. You kept your moans to a dull roar as you began to hear his pitiful whines against your now seeping cunt.

Wanting so badly to be tended to with his cock like he was to you, to the point he was so riled up that it was hurting .

“Shhh don’t be too loud baby…” you coo down at him, seeing how much of a mess he was making with your juices and his red salvia dripping down his chin.

“You don’t want the rest of the Vee’s or your workers realizing that their pimp daddy is just a bitch boy in heat, hmm?” you chuckle throwing your head back when his tongue finally brought you to your release, thighs squeezing against his face with your cum spilling into his mouth.

“Good boy…” you purr as he quiets down a bit while cleaning you up.

You stand up properly looking down at his dazed expression, eyes racking down to see his hard-on straining against his pants, snickering you part his legs settling yourself between them where he sat on the floor, unbuckling his big heart belt, setting his cock free. Val then lets out a hopeful sigh that was quickly replaced with a moan that sounded more like a wounded animal once you squeezed his cock in your fist playfully, his head throwing back as the sudden pressure overwhelmed him.

“T-too sensitive-” he musters through shaky breaths, you only give him a half pout smearing his pre over the tip slowly, letting your thumb linger over his slit.

“Awww when did you start caring about sensitivity?” you couldn’t help but jab at him as you were loving this a little too much. He glares at you for a moment that didn’t go unnoticed making you start jerking him with a rather quickened pace.

“W-Wait! Wait! Wait!” he squeaks loudly with his legs thrashing next to you. You didn’t listen waiting till you hear his breathing get faster and cock twitch in your hand till you halted your motions right before he was about to cum.

Valentino looks down at his cock confused, seeing it was now a dark purple leaking with pre droplets.

Crying not shortly after figuring out your ulterior motivates, bucking his hips into nothing as he practically threw a tantrum, cock bouncing with his weakened thrusts as he babbled on about why he needed to cum. Tears streaking his face.

You waited patiently watching this all unfold, until the whining turned into small sniffles and his bucking slowed down, looking at you with the most glossy eyes you’ve ever seen on a moth. If only you had a camera right now to video this.

“Are you done now you big baby?” he nods, while you hesitate for a moment seeing if he was truly done before you went at it once more only to deny his release again and again.

Until it comes to one point, when he can't seem to take it anymore. His orgasm hits before you can even notice it, and his cum squirts out of his cock in thick, heavy streams. Some getting on your face and the rest on his nice dress pants. He sobs finally feeling euphoric though he begged you to let him cum again, this time inside you.

You lick off the cum on your face before you hover over him once more.

“I should punish you for that you know…”

Valentino pouts about to plea for forgiveness until you sink down onto him. His mind going crazed with the feeling of you enveloping him with your warm insides.

“Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck you”

In which he did just that surprisingly enough.

A pimp who wasn’t so tough anymore, now mere mush in your hands.

The one thing you couldn’t wait for is to see the looks on the other two’s faces when they find that one of their Vee’s have flown way too close to the lamp light.

And got his shit ROCKED.

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹 valentino #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin valentino smut #hazbin valentino x reader #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #valentino smut #valentino

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allastoredeer · 2 months

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I discovered Just kiss Already after you uploaded part 3 and I have a question. So Part 1 is 1 chapter, Part 2 is 2 chapters, Part 3 is 3 chapters. When you say your writing "the next fic" do you mean like ALL of Part 4, which you then break down into chapters before you upload them or do you upload chapters individually as you complete them?

The fics themselves aren't so much chapters as they are a serialized collection of fanfics that have an overarching plot.

The reason I'm writing "Just Kiss Already" as a series instead of a multi-chaptered fic is because each fic has its own little mini plot inside it. Each of them are a mini story that's gradually building up the larger story at play.

I'm also keeping it as a series because I go back and forth between POV's a lot. Hopping between POV's in a multi-chaptered fic can work, but I usually like keeping them contained to a single POV. It makes it easier on me and the reader, so I don't have to clarify which character we'll be following in each chapter.

It's a collection of stories that are all linked together, kind of like a TV show, but you can totally view them as parts too.

"De-Lovely" is part 1 , "Holy Suffering" is part 2, and "Damage Control," is part 3.

I've actually split up the entire plot of "Just Kiss Already" into three different arcs (or three seasons if the TV analogy helped), each with their own theme. But I shall not tell you what they are, because that would be spoilers 😈

Sometimes, I don't intend for the fic to be split into multiple chapters, but if it gets bigger than I expected, I break it up because it's easier on me when I get to the editing stage. Editing one large chapter is so much harder than editing a couple small ones 😅

I hope you're enjoying the series! I'm very excited to get into the juicer bits of the story 😏

#I really didn't expect to even write Just Kiss Already #it sprang up on me #I just wanted to write a silly one shot of Lucifer finding Alastor cooking in the middle of the night #then I just wanted to add a silly addition about Lucifer finding Al and helping him heal #by then an actual plot started to build and I am such a sucker for plots #I have so much fun with them #i can resist a large expansive plot #they are my weakness #every fic I've done started this way #girl help the narrative is growing and I can't stop it #honestly I'm still hashing out a lot of details of the story #I'm building it as I go but I have plotted out a lot and I know where I ultimately how the plot will go #I'm very excited to get into all the juicy bits I have planned out hehehe #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #appleradio #radioapple #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer #just kiss already #asks

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snowyh2o · 16 days

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Just a random thought about how Alastor and Vox must’ve been really good friends before everything fell apart. Because Alastor knows how to make a video ad, he knows how to set things up for a movie/video shoot, things that had nothing to do with his medium, that he probably learned how to do because of Vox, because he was willing to try and learn from or for Vox. And Vox literally welcomes Alastor back home when he finds out he’s returned, has literally counted the years Alastor’s been missing when no one else seemed to know, and fashioned his clothing style to match Alastor’s (assuming it’s not just a case of everyone gets a pinstripe suit!), uses the same techniques Alastor taught Charlie about how smiling can be a tool to keep you ahead of the game.

And how it all fell apart and it wasn’t just Vox that was hurt in the process. Because you can’t tell me the man who hates TVs and modern tech due to its association with Vox doesn’t feel anything for what friendship they had and lost. Who snarls at the mere sight of him on a screen (admittedly while also dissing Alastor), who went straight back to his radio tower to diss Vox right back (and absolutely crush him lol), before threatening him against taking action, privately, twice. Alastor’s just better at hiding how much it’s affected him, and doesn’t let the bitterness of what used to be consume his every waking thought.

And maybe that’s the difference between how they view their old relationship and how the fandom seems to view it. Alastor’s upset about it, sure. He’s bitter now about Vox and everything Vox represents because he’s a past friendship that failed, but he’s also moved on with his life. Vox hasn’t. Vox still obsesses over Alastor, in the way he dresses, the way he talks, how he presents himself. It’s all reminiscent of Alastor. And when he finds out Alastor’s returned, the first thing he does is draw attention to how Alastor’s back! Talk in a roundabout way about how much he’s missed him! Has wondered where he’s been? Sends a spy into the hotel to, well, spy on Alastor! And when that doesn’t work, Vox continues to stalk Alastor through his drones instead. (And then gets off on seeing Alastor get beat up.)

Vox very much has not moved on from whatever friendship they’d had before. He hasn’t moved on from Alastor. (Or from his heavily implied obsessive crush).

We don’t know what happened between them, aside that it’s complicated and sad, that they were friends, and now they’re very much not, and that maybe part of the reason why is because Alastor rejected Vox’s request to join his team (upend his entire life to partner with Vox, assuming Alastor always worked solo and what the Vees currently have is what Vox had wanted with Alastor with his request). We can assume maybe part of why they fell apart was because Vox wanted something more from his relationship with Alastor, something Alastor could not and did not want to give him. Or maybe they just grew apart, grew distant. Vox constantly upgrading and changing and keeping up with the newest trends, chasing whatever new Thing that’ll keep him relevant, while Alastor remained set in his ways because he’s not looking for the approval of the masses.

Anyways, all this to say: when I, and I assume most other OneWayBroadcast fans talk about one-sided radiostatic, it is specifically about how Vox has a one-sided romantic/sexual attraction/crush on Alastor, that Alastor does not return, that has now turned into a one-sided obsession over Alastor. Not that their entire friendship was completely one-sided. I think saying that Vox was the only one who was ever invested in their relationship is a rather bad faith interpretation of Alastor’s character, but also does not do their relationship justice at all. It minimizes Vox’s responsibility in the fallout of their friendship, and puts the blame only on Alastor. It takes away all the juicy complexities of Vox’s character, how he’s bad person who’s done and is doing bad things, and paints him as an innocent victim to “Alastor’s manipulation”.

That’s not to say Alastor was completely innocent in the fallout either. But I hear a lot more about how the fandom woobifies Vox in their relationship than I do Alastor.

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #Vox #vox hazbin hotel #Alastor analysis #Alastor meta #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin hotel meta #radiostatic #onesided radiostatic #onewaybroadcast #<- tagging those because it’s mentioned though the post isn’t about the ship #Aroace alastor #aromantic alastor #asexual Alastor #<- mentioned #am I vagueing something I saw in the Aroace Alastor tag? maybe #but this is something I’ve seen and heard from other people elsewhere #about how only Vox cared and Alastor was just ‘manipulating’ him #and other bad faith interpretations of Alastor’s character #I’m sorry if someone moving on from past relationships makes them an irredeemable monster to you #but Vox’s feelings are not Alastor’s responsibility #it’s on Vox and Vox alone to deal with it #that he’s chosen to obsess over it instead of moving on and getting together with Val #is alllllll Vox

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sweets3rial · 4 months

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friday, i'm in love

inspired by the request

di!leon x gn!reader

summary: your favorite agent surprises you with a very unexpected home coming.

tags: domestic fluff, no smut, sexual innuendos, reader is a good cook, reader uses pimple cream, mentions of a future family (give leon his family pls), leon is a horny freak, the song 'Friday, I'm in Love' by The Cure

word count: 1.2k

bass and drums echoed off the walls of your kitchen, the rhythmic lyrics and uplifting guitar put an instant smile onto your face as you jumped around with a spatula in your hand. you shouted out the lyrics, singing with your heart's content.

occasionally going back to flip the chicken breast, tender and juicy on the inside with a nice crunchy crust on the outside. today was one of those days when you were finally able to muster up the energy to cook a homemade meal.

both you and your boyfriend's favorite, chicken alfredo. a staple in your household and one you’re especially good at. you enjoyed being in the kitchen, you didn’t mind it actually. cooking was one of your hobbies and some people say you were just naturally born to cook … and well dance.

jumping around in circles, in your pajamas, with the smell of chicken and pasta in the air.

your lovely boyfriend was away on a mission, risking his life for the world and you couldn’t be more prouder. but you also couldn’t be more worried. every night that he was not in your bed only added to your anxiety.

you were always in a slum when he was away. dragging yourself around the house and cuddling into his pillow that smelt of his shampoo. though, this morning after receiving a prompt text that he was to be back tomorrow, you were instantly pulled back into a better mood.

he was as well. he didn’t expect to finish so early, the nurses cleared him and his reports were done. he was going to be going home to the love of his life. the whole drive home, he was occupied with the thought of what you were going to be doing.

you always had a surprise up your sleeve for him.

will you be sleeping? or would you be on the couch watching your favorite show? would you be out? would you be home? (most likely) would you be in bed waiting for him? with that gorgeous lace set he bought you the other week.

goosebumps ran down his spine at the thought of you waiting in bed for him. if so, his clothes would disappear from his body in a blink.

as he pulled up into your shared condo, he could hear the faint sound of music. was it from someone's radio? upon getting closer to the condo, he realized, it was probably you.

the song, ‘Friday I’m in Love’ by The Cure played on your speaker, the one he got you for Christmas. he smiled to himself, and he could practically hear you singing wailing at the top of your lungs.

you were so occupied, that you didn’t hear the jangle of keys coming from the other side of the front door. so occupied in singing at the top of your lungs rather than paying attention to everything around you, including your cooking.

as you were taking out the chicken breast and cutting it into slices. so-called lovely boyfriend walked into the house, shouting out, “babe?” he was sure you couldn’t hear him, given the fact that he could hear the bass and faint lyrics coming from outside of your condo.

he peeked inside, following the sound of music and your voice into the kitchen — along with the smell of salty and garlicky goodness. he smiled, slowly creeping into his own house.

his heart was beating with anticipation and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. once he rounded the corner and into the kitchen, he was welcomed with the view of you rocking your head back and forth, whilst cutting up food.

your back was turned to him and you were singing at the top of your lungs. his little bird, always singing. whether it was in the shower, or the kitchen, or the yard. music was your second most favorite thing after him.

he leaned onto the counter behind you, admiring the way you just existed.

hair messy and frizzy, fuzzy socks on, detailed pajama bottoms, just you. being home and doing your own thing. he loved it.

he loved coming home to you. it didn’t matter if you were awake or sleeping. mad or sad. he just loved coming home to you, to be around your beauty and your grace. even in your three-day-old pajamas with a few dabs of pimple cream on your cheeks and forehead.

slowly, he stalked behind you. opening up his arms widely, before clamping them shut around you.

first, you felt someone grab you. they muscular arms with a tight but gentle grip, holding your wrists and hugging your arms to your sides.

then, it was a loud shout of the words. “it’s Friday! i’m in love!”

you shouted out, jumping about a whole foot off the ground. your reaction earned you a throaty laugh from your captor, or in other words your boyfriend.

you were quick to recognize his laugh, whipping around with knife still in hand, you were met his his wide grinning face and head of brown hair.

“you asshole!” you shouted over your music, slapping him with your free hand while the other placed your knife down. his hands found the purchase of your hips, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his nose against yours.

you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, practically knocking him over, “when’d you land? i thought you were going to be away for another day!”

you pulled away, looking him in the face and instantly checking for any injuries. thankfully, there were none.

“i landed early,” he took a small pause, taking in the look of your wide eyes and your fluttering lashes.

“you didn’t hear me come in, sweets?” he asked, cupping your cheek.

you shoved him away, “no, i could’ve stabbed you.”

“which is why i held you down.”

“i know! but don’t do that!” you whined, tempted to hit him again.

he couldn’t help but smile wider, leaning down and placing a long and deep kiss over your lips. god, he loved coming home to this. coming home to you. he couldn’t wait for the day you’d make him a father. the day he’d not only come home to one, but to two.

a little mini you or mini him, running around the house, babbling out incoherent words. he’s had dreams, the little baby would have his eyes and your hair. your nose and your cheeks. he’d have a whole nursery set up just for them.

boy or girl, it didn’t matter to him. as long as he was blessed with the title of being their father and being your husband.

one day, he said to himself. one day.

he pulled away, placing another kiss on your nose.

“you look so beautiful, y’know that?”

“stop, i have my acne cream on,” you said with a crinkle of your nose.

“but it’s lovely,” he hummed, tickling at your sides.

you elbowed him away, still annoyed at the fact he scared you, but also happy that he was home. you missed him, you always do.

“i’m making your favorite,” you told him, turning around. he instantly caught you again, wrapping his heavy arms around you and leaning his body weight onto you.

his head sunk into your shoulder, taking a deep breath of your softener along with the scent of butter and seasoning. he sighed out into you, his hot breath seeping through your sweater and onto your skin.

“what do you want for dessert, hm?” you asked, turning your head to face him.

you watched a smirk slowly spread over his cheeks.

“you.”

“god, i can’t catch a break.”

(divider creds to @saradika ,, photos off of pinterest)

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