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dewdropdinosaur · 24 days

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White Gold Glitters Too

ALASTOR x READER SMUT

Summary: Lucifer takes too much of a liking to Alastor's wife and he seeks to claim her and prove his dominance. Fucking her for Lucifer to hear sounds like a good option.

Warnings: NSFW/18+. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Heavy Sex, C*m, Implied P in V Sex, Jealous Fucking, Mention of Restraints, Tentacles

I have never written smut before...so I am sorry.

REQUESTS OPEN

Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel, was known for his charismatic yet enigmatic presence. He ruled over his domain with a devilish grin and a penchant for blood. But beneath his charming facade lay a heart that beat fiercely for one person: his beloved wife, Y/N.

Y/N was the epitome of grace and beauty, with a kindness that melted even the most hardened of souls. She had captured Alastor's heart as soon as they had entered through the doors of the hotel, and he would do anything to keep her by his side. Having been newly wed, Alastor’s possessive nature seemed to rear its head often when it came to his bride.

However, trouble brewed when Lucifer, the fallen angel and hellish king himself, began to take an seeming interest in Y/N. His smooth words and suave demeanor drew her attention, much to Alastor's dismay. Alastor’s confidence was shaken when Lucifer Morningstar began to show a keen interest in Y/N. Despite her loyalty to Alastor, Lucifer's suave demeanor and irresistible charisma stirred a jealousy deep within Alastor's demonic heart.

It has begun innocently enough, with Lucifer's smooth compliments and flirtatious gestures towards Y/N whenever they crossed paths. Then it turned to a hand atop hers or brushing hair out of her face while she worked on fixing up the hotel. At first, Alastor attempted to suppress his jealousy, masking his feelings with his trademark grin and witty remarks. But as Lucifer's advances towards Y/N became more pronounced, Alastor's facade began to crack.

One fateful evening, as the flames of Hell danced in the distance, Alastor found himself unable to contain his simmering jealousy any longer. He watched from a distance as Lucifer flirted shamelessly with Y/N, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

His once cheerful demeanor turned dark as he became increasingly passive-aggressive, making evil eyes at the short king(yes my dears, narrators can make a joke occasionally.) But still, Lucifer persisted in his advances, seemingly unfazed by Alastor's silent warnings. Y/N, momentarily stepping away at Charlie’s call for some assistance, left the two men alone in the lobby.

“Well, well, if it isn't the charming Lucifer. Quite the show you're putting on tonight”

Lucifer smirked, “Ah, Alastor, always a pleasure to see you. And might I say, your wife looks positively radiant this evening. You picked a good one.”

Alastor forced a smile, a natural habit of his that was wearing on him. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. She does tend to have that effect, doesn't she? Though I must say, your interest in her appearance is unexpected.”

“Oh, Alastor, there's no harm in appreciating beauty when it's right in front of you. And your wife is truly a sight to behold.” Lucifer leaned closer, using his elbow to nudge Alastor in the ribs playfully; unaware of the brewing violence in the red demon before him. Or maybe he did know and elected to ignore it. Lucifer did get terribly bored.

Alastor spoke firmly through clenched teeth “Indeed, she is. But I must warn you, Lucifer, my patience wears thin when it comes to matters of the heart.”

“Just engaging in some harmless conversation. Does that bother you?

“Of course, how silly of me to assume otherwise.” Both men quipped back and forth so sarcastically it could've been considered the eight deadly sin.

Returning from aiding the princess, Y/N resumed her place by Alastor’s side and back into the conversation. Unable to contain his jealousy any longer, Alastor put a hand on his wife’s shoulder and looked towards Y/N with a forced smile plastered on his face. "Darling, would you care for a stroll?" he offered, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

Y/N, oblivious to the turmoil raging within her husband, nodded with a smile and waved goodbye to Lucifer. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hell, Alastor's mind seethed with anger and resentment.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Alastor halted abruptly and turned to face Y/N. "Tell me, my dear, what is it about Lucifer that captivates you so?" he demanded, his words laced with bitterness.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. "Alastor, what are you talking about? Lucifer is just being friendly," she protested, confusion etched on her face.

"Friendly? Yes, that's one way to put it. Though, his friendliness seems rather... focused, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N glanced at Alastor, sensing the tension in his voice. She attempted to defuse the situation with a reassuring smile.

Y/N: "Alastor, there's no need to worry. You know where my heart lies."

Alastor's smile tightened, his grip on Y/N's hand becoming just a tad too firm.

Alastor: "Of course, my dear. I'm well aware. But it's amusing, isn't it? How Lucifer seems to find you so... intriguing."

Y/N shot Alastor a puzzled look, sensing the underlying resentment in his words.

"Alastor, you're being awfully aggressive. Is something bothering you?"

Alastor's grin widened, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned his gaze back to Lucifer.

Alastor: "Bothering me? Not at all, my dear. Just finding it fascinating how Lucifer can't seem to keep his eyes off you. Quite the dilemma, wouldn't you agree?

Alastor refused to be swayed by her words. With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest and pushed her back against the wall, his grip possessive and demanding. Peering down into her eyes, his own glowed with a dark green hue.

"I'll show you who the better man is, my dear," he growled, his crimson eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought her hands up to find themselves tangled in Alastor’s red locks.

Trailing his hand up to her waist, Alastor gave it a tight squeeze that made his wife squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity. Deciding she had enough teasing, Y/N grabbed hold of Alastor’s cane and used its shadows to transport them to their shared bedroom. Taking the hint, Alastor walked their bodies to the king sized bed and laid down on the red silken sheets. Now with back flush against the mattress, Y/N wasted no time in relocking her lips back to her husband's.

Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the waistband of her shorts before suddenly ripping them off of her body. Exposed to the cool air, Y/N let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Alastor traced a knuckle up her clothed core.

“Darling, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are drenching my fingers through these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of her neck.

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Al.”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged her request by removing the offending garment from her body. Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the glittering white gold slick that painted her hole.

“Gorgeous darling, glittering gorgeous.” Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy cunt. Sucking softly here and there while delving as deep as his tongue would allow(he would not admit to using magic to make it longer), Y/N let out wanton moans and lewd hisses of pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath her as her eyes remained shut in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Alastor inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast. He could see her holding back some of her noises, desperate to control her lust.

"Darling, do not hide from me."

"But normally you don't want people to hear--"

"That does not apply today. Let all of Hell and that filthy king know you are mine."

Stretching her open, he added another finger; scissoring her wide. Y/n’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Alastor placed it on her hip and held her in place.

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Y/N gulped. Being restrained by Alastor’s slick tentacles, forcing her legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued her interest. Perhaps for another time.

The thoughts and stimulation from Alastor’s mouth and his fingers nearly had her cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push her over the edge. Smirking, Alastor brought a third finger into her hole, its walls squeezing onto him for dear life. Using his thumb to rub against her clit, the stimulation was bearing nearly too much.

“Go on Y/N. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good. That even the King of Hell couldn’t make you cum just from his fingers.”

That’s what did it, Y/N felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried Alastor’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard her by now. Just as Alastor wanted. Cum now coated his fingers and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses and she saw stars.

Drawing his fingers slowly out of her and bringing them to his lips, Alastor sucked on the white gold juices. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged her in on the bed and she could feel his growing bulge against her thighs, Alastor whispered darkly.

“Now dear, feel like letting Lucifer know how good round two is about to feel?”

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houseofheroesau · 3 months

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this man has been awake for 3 days straight

and I stayed up until 4:30am to finish this so what does that make me

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dreamsandconstellations · 3 months

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Summary of Dad Beats Dad

#hazbin hotel #can’t wait for jeremy jordan as lucifer #lucifer Morningstar #genu8nely amazing episode #hazbin hotel spoilers #has anyone done this #all I saw #Jeremy Jordan was amazing #hazbin hotel alastor #rubber duck #take that depression #he’s just a soft boi #yes yes they could

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universallygaypirate · 26 days

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This is your daily reminder to eat your veggies ;3

#universallygaypirate #universallygaypirate art #digital art #fanart #artists on tumblr #dc #poisonquinn #poison ivy #harlivy #harley quinn #idk man just these 2 being gay it brings me joy #take that depression

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alastorsgirl48 · 1 month

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He’s so silly I can’t even right now 😵

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #king of hell #ducks #quackity #take that depression

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artemisgrayy · 2 months

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You want self-indulgent prompts? I am currently feral about the idea of Alastor stepping on my face (maybe in a prompt sense, we could call this rough sex/BDSM) and Lucifer giving me aftercare.

The Importance of Aftercare

18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT

[Alastor x Reader Smut] [Lucifer x Reader Aftercare]

Tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, rough sex, suspension, Alastor's shadow, loss of mobility, clawing, broken skin, breeding if you squint hard enough

Summary: You are Alastor's plaything. He enjoys using you, and knows exactly what buttons to push to deliver you into sweet, sweet subspace. Unfortunately, aftercare is not a concept his familiar with so Lucifer swoops in to pick up the pieces following your demise.

Your body feels stiff from the position you’ve found yourself in for the last several hours. Alastor left you in his room strung up by the wrists like a marionette, vulnerable and exposed. If anyone were to walk in right now you would be mortified, and he knows it.

The shadowy tendrils hold your wrists firmly to the small of your back — tight enough that they're on the cusp of cutting off your circulation but just centimeters away from that threshold. Any tighter and you would begin to lose feeling in your hands. The Radio Demon knows your limits and he enjoys pushing them.

You’re his plaything.

At this point, you're fed up. You've been here so long that your patience has worn thin. Feeling restless and ticked off, you squirm against the restraints in hopes that their firm grip loosens.

A sudden cool breeze licks your naked skin, causing your nipples to harden. Your senses are assaulted by the smell of spruce and petrichor as a dark shadow creeps up from the floor below you. Danger signs involuntarily flash through your mind as the shadow forms the Radio Demon.

He's so close you could touch him if you had use of your hands — which is exactly why you don’t. His sharp smile creates a sense of urgency as he edges closer to you, savouring your helplessness.

“Going somewhere, my Doe?” Purrs the demon, narrowing his eyes at your squirming body.

“Nice of you to show up. Here I thought you forgot about me” you spit, annoyance dripping from your voice.

“Heavens no” he cackles, waving his free hand, “I just wanted to see how long you would wait for me to return.”

“Fuck you.” you seeth, squirming violently against his shadow’s cold embrace.

Alastor doesn't even flinch. Instead, he stands there watching you squirm, visually amused by your failed attempts at freedom. The smug expression sends fire through your blood as he watches his pet, helplessly struggle to no avail.

You know what will set him off, but a lingering fear of Alastor causes you to hesitate. Your struggle ceases as you calculate your next words carefully.

You've decided you've had enough.

“You might have me tied up pretty tightly” A smirk forms on your face. You look him dead in the eyes basking in the delight of his smug expression disappearing with your next words, “But I know the leash Lilith has you on is tighter.”

The lights flicker violently as the final word escapes your lips and the sound of radio static rings through the room with such force that your ears ring. You wince. His glowing red eyes snap to vacant black, red radio dials replacing his pupils.

A brief sense of relief takes hold when the shadowy tendrils release you and you slam into the bed below you. When you attempt to get away, you feel him grab a fistful of your hair before he throws you face down on the floor.

You push yourself up but are quickly stopped when you feel a boot crush your face against the floor. Through the corner of your eye, you see Alastor looming over you with such rage and disgust that your stomach turns. The horns growing from his head are a stark reminder of how dangerous this demon is.

“If I ever hear those words leave your mouth again, your soul will be the next one I tear apart. I'm sure the rest of hell will enjoy the sounds of your terrified screams as I broadcast them for all to hear, you disrespectful wretch.” he bellows.

Your heart races as his voice echoes through your ears, terrified by his threatening words.

The heel of his boot digs further into your face causing you to whimper at the weight of it as strands of hair rip from your scalp. The carpet scrapes against your cheek as you lay there, helpless under the weight of his body.

You dare not move when Alastor removes his foot, your body remains limp as you wait patiently for your demise. His claws grasp a fistful of your hair, your scalp screaming from the individual strand ripping free as he forces you onto your knees.

“Tell me, darling, who do you belong to?” Demands the demon, releasing his grip on your hair to lift your chin with his finger. Feeling dazed and defeated, you take in the scene caused by your provocation. His body has contorted into something terrifying — like an animal cornering his prey. Red drool drips down his chin as the shadowy tendrils swirl around him, glows of green illuminating the room around you. The radio static fades to a little more than a drone in the background.

“I belong to you, Alastor.” You mutter, hypnotized by his glowing eyes sharpening towards yours.

“And what are you?”

“Your pet.”

The smugness returns to his face and he smirks down his nose at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Lovely.” he uses your hair as leverage to shove your face against his groin and you feel his thick, monstrous length against your mouth. A sharp spike of lust cascades through you when you feel his cock twitch from your hot breath seeping through the crisp fabric of his pants.

You're suddenly eager to taste him, lifting your hands to paw desperately at the thin barrier between you and your prize. You almost miss the demon curse under his breath as he jerks your head back.

“Ah ah ah,” he wags his finger, “patience, pet”

You whimper in response, a self-satisfied expression lights up his features at the sound. He runs his clawed thumb across your lips and you pant, urgent to please him. He uses one hand to slowly and methodically unbutton his trousers and your mouth salivates in response.

“Feast, my Doe,” he demands, his smile illuminating the hungry look in his demonic eyes. You launch forward, primal instincts taking over, and with one tug of his pants, you free him. Precum drips from the head of his cock in anticipation of your mouth. You lap it up hungrily, your tongue trailing a line of hot saliva down his length.

Alastor growls in response. A spark ignites in you, causing you to swallow him whole. Your eyes fill with tears as you fight against your gag reflex, your throat stretching to take him all in. He snarls in response, both hands now curling his fingers around your hair as he holds you in place.

“So eager.” His mellifluous, filtered voice coats your ears like silk.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at him. When you lock eyes, he finally releases you allowing you to breathe.

But you aren't done.

You stick out your tongue and pant heavily to indicate your hunger and he looks down at you with a chaotic intent. This is a game to him. He gets enjoyment out of watching you suffer.

Your eyes roll back into your head when Alastor finally awards you another taste, shoving his length into the open orifice. The Radio Demon snarls in response and proceeds to throat-fucking your mercilessly — you moan sending vibrations through his shaft.

You can see the shift in his eyes when he loses the control he so effortlessly maintains when he feels it.

He pulls you off of him and throws you back on the floor, face down. Feeling mischievous, you decide to try your luck to scramble away.

Play his game.

You make it to your hands and knees before his clawed hand grabs your ankles and rips your legs out from under you. You hit the ground with a thud and you feel his hand wrap around your neck when he pins you down forcefully. He uses his free hand to prop you on your knees to line himself up to your drenched slit. You rock your hips back to meet him, longing for him to fill you, but Alastor shifts his weight, pinning you further into the floor. After what feels like an eternity of torture, he finally shoves himself into you with such force that you cry out, overtaken by pain and bliss. It was a sound that was entirely unrecognizable to you.

The claws of his free hand grip your waist, breaking the skin, and he proceeds to fuck you mercilessly, his cock stretching you out with every slam. You glance up towards the force holding you to the ground and you sharply inhale as the Radio Demon’s depraved expression sends you deeper into ecstacy. Your moans are your reckoning — the sound echoing through the room ignites a blaze in his actions.

He slams his hips into your ass with such rhythmic force that you can feel the carpet burn forming on the side of your head with the small, forceful movements. He's ravenous and you're ready for him to devour you.

Alastor releases your waist and his middle finger finds your clit. His claws are so sharp, they threaten to slice you with each movement, only driving you further towards your end.

He watches your pinned face intently, observing your reaction as he locates your sweet spot. When a deep, guttural moan escapes your lips, his smile widens even further, and his glowing eyes burn with desire.

The demon grabs you by the hair and situates you on your knees, holding you firmly against his body. Your breathing intensifies as he ruthlessly assaults your clit while fucking you senseless.

You’re so deep in subspace that you're non-verbal but your body language does all the talking — it begs, pleads, and yearns to reach the peak of your climax. The euphoria builds, enrapturing you as you he burrows deep inside, his cock stretches you out with his overwhelming size and —

The teather snaps

You cry out as the orgasm rushes over you, exploding from your throbbing clit to your toes. Alastor growls when he feels your walls contract around him. He slams your face back into the carpet, pumping inside of you unsparingly as he drives towards his own release.

“Who you belong to, pet?” growls the Radio Demon.

“I belong to you, Alastor.”

And with that he pushes deep into you, releasing his seed with such force.

He wants you to remember it.

He collapses on top of you and you sit there for a moment, chests heaving. The only sound that can be heard is collective exhales as you bask in the glow of each other's heat.

“Good girl.” Alastor praises you earnestly, running his fingers through your hair as you fight to collect yourself. The validation creates warmth under his fingertips that fires through your body.

He returns to his feet, pulling up his trousers as you roll over to your back and look up at him, basking in his shadow. He looks down at you with a look you couldn't quite interpret.

Your eyes widen when you recognize it.

“No, Alastor, don't you fucking da-” but it's too late. Before you have the chance to finish your sentence his shadow takes you hostage securing you in the air once more.

“I'll be back, darling,” he trills as his body melts into the shadows through the floor, “be good for me will you?” his voice echoing early around you.

And just like that he was gone.

“For fuck sake.” you groan, furious and annoyed at Alastor for once again putting you in this situation, dangling helplessly with your hands pinned to your back.

“Get back here! You can't leave me like this!” You scream, nearly choking back tears. You scream cursing for several minutes.

The doorknob turns. You're ready to lay into Alastor, fiery lava coursing through your veins.

“This isn't funny dude, you just fucked me and lef-” your wavering words are cut short when Lucifer walks in to investigate the disturbance. When he looks up at you, his eyes shift from their usual sunny demeanor to deep concern as he takes in your situation.

Majestic wings break free of his back and he glides towards you, determined. You're in such awe that you forget about the embarrassing position you're in when he slices through your shadowy prison, catching you in his arms.

“I'm gonna fucking kill that guy, I swear.” Lucifer's horns grow from his scalp as his typically cheerful voice lowers violently, his eyes glowing a furious red at the prospect. He lowers himself to the ground and swiftly carries you out the door towards the bathroom.

You collapse in his warmth, shivering. He holds you tighter against him as he uses his wings to propel himself down the corridor urgently. When you look up at him, you notice his horns have disappeared. His eyes back to his normal yellow glow, are full of determination as he carries forward.

When you reach the bathroom, the light stings your tear-soaked eyes, causing you to wince from the reflection off the tiled floor. He sets you down gently and you gasp as the cold tiles make contact with your thighs, causing you to shudder. Lucifer turns on the bath, checking periodically on the temperature as the scent of Lavender fills the room.

The blood that stained your skin from where Alastor hooked his claws was dry but continued to radiate sharp pain through your torso. Removing his jacket, Lucifer lays it over top of your exposed, trembling body like a blanket and you feel safe in the warmth of the fabric. He crouches down, grabbing your chin between his fingers to bring your gaze to his.

“Are you okay?” he asks genuinely, his voice laced with worry. The graze of his fingertips brushes the hair out of your eyes and smiles causing your heart to stutter.

“Yeah, I'm okay.”

“Did he hurt you?”

You pause, wondering how much you should divulge.

“Only because I wanted him to.” you shrug, slightly embarrassed.

Lucifer chuckles, his reaction without judgment.

“Well hey, there's nothing wrong with that,” he smirks, “I know how I react when I sink my teeth into someone, if ya know what I mean.”

He winks and you can't stop a giggle from escaping your chest. He turns off the water and locks eyes with you again.

Reaching out towards you, he paused, looking at you for consent before touching you. You nod your approval and he lifts you effortlessly, placing you gently into the claw foot tub. You wince as the heat of the water draws your immediate attention to every area where the skin had broken.

Lucifer looks at you empathetically as he rests his arms on the tub. His eyes never breaking contact, a crooked grin on his face. He traces his finger around the top of the water, a trail of gold, glittering mist following in its wake.

“But,” he continues, his tone becoming serious “when you put someone in that mindset, you've gotta follow up with care.” He pulls his finger up, the trails of gold taking shape and forming a heart.

You smile, the pain in your body replaced with warmth as you're comforted by his words.

“Oh! One second,” Lucifer reaches into his jacket with purpose, fumbling around for something in particular. His eyes light up with sudden enthusiasm when he locates it, his sharp fangs gleaming as he pulls the treasure from his pocket.

He extends his arm, opening his hand.

“These help huuuge with depression”

In his palm rests a single yellow, rubber duck.

Thank you for sending that in, dear reader - that was a lot of fun to write! I do love me some face stepping and great aftercare 🥵

I'm gonna go take a cold shower now.

You can read about some Alastor Aftercare in the AU version

The Importance of Aftercare [AU]

If you're looking for something a bit fluffier, check out my multi-chapter Alastor x Reader fic

From One Hell to Another

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin #alastor is in hell for a reason #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #lucifer fanfiction #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader #take that depression

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miss-duckys-hideout · 3 months

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I could not help myself after the last episode of Hazbin hotel I needed to think dork. What a man 😩 his demon form was hot af

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #duckydrawsomething #myart #well hell it’s been a while since I posted art and since this is my fanart blog might aswell start the new year with this bad boy #love him so much #take that depression

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drama-glob · 1 month

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As someone who constantly goes off on tangents, this is super accurate for me. ;) XD

My parents always just called that "Selective hearing" except it was more about not wanting to do chores rather than thinking they were spewing nonsense. ;) XD

And now I must start another super long project! :)

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i-ate-your-dog-srry · 1 month

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Hehehehehhe I'm so happy

#vent post #kinda #not really but who cares #im gunna careeeeeee!!!!!!!!!#TAKE THAT DEPRESSION #HYEAAAAAA

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zensations35 · 9 days

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Bottoms Up (Haz/bin Wav)

This one's been in the works for a while, and I had a good reason to finish it today. A dash of angry adrenaline, a bag of saline, and a good cause-- enjoy the entire hotel gang having a silly, sneezy drinking 'contest'.

*see bottom for transcript!!*

NOTE!! If you enjoy this, and you'd like to contribute to me, you can 'tip' me by donating to @vahnibee via THIS LINK. (see her most recent post for info-- I'll be reblogging it later, but seriously. Anything helps)

TRANSCRIPT AS FOLLOWS:

Angel: So, Val made this hot new drink and it gets ya super fucked, like you wont even believe!

Husk: *laughs* Yeah sure

Angel: I’m serious! Even tight pants would be trippin over his fucking antlers

Alastor: ٨ـ

Vaggie: Honestly I could use something strong after today

Angel: Ohohoh?? Tiny Tits wants to get wasted? What are we, in End Days?

Vaggie: Are you gonna deliver, or is this all talk like the time you told us you could eat five jumbo pickles at once without using your mouth?

Angel: Easy toots, there’s a catch. Moth boy…he’s a little weird. This drink…it make’s you sneeze. Sooo…

Sir Pentious: *cackles* Give it here, spider! I shall be the only one immune to this toxin! For I am a snake. An snakes do not sneeze!

Vaggie: Oh ho this'll be good.

Sir Pentious: *sneezes viciously and embarrassingly twice* Ohh dear…

Angel: Toldja so! What about you, tight pants? You in?

Alastor: Hmmm, no. I think you will all regret having me participate. But it certainly is sadistically intriguing to ẇ̸̹͙͓̪̇͠a̶̖͚̙̽̆t̴̩͖̦̀c̶͉̥͗̉ͅh̵̺̞̊.

Angel: oooookay …fuckin weirdo. *looks at Husk* You’re being awful quiet over there, whiskers. Are you gonna drink, or what?

Husk: Ehh, I uhh. *embarrassed mumbling*

Angel: What? Afraid of a little--

Charlie: *sneezing* Oh! Okay! *sneezes* Wow! It really *sneezes* Does!! *sneezes again* Vaggie! You should try holding back.

Vaggie: *slams drink* Whoo! Ok I got this.

Charlie: You got this!

Vaggie: I am strong!

Charlie: You are strong!

Vaggie: I am queen of -- *instant violent sneeze* Goddammit

Charlie: Aww babe, it’s ok, you’re still my queen

Sir Pentious: Wait, I thought you were the princess, my dear?

Charlie: What?

Angel: Well, fuzzbutt, you gonna drink or what?

Husk: Um, I…I uh--

Angel: Come on! Are you losing your alcoholic card over this?

Husk: I’m not I just--

Alastor: Oh do tell them, Husker. It’s so very amusing.

All: What?? Tell us!

Husk: Rgh, it’s not a big fuckin deal just…

Angel: Oh my gawd I will literally suck fifteen dicks at the same time if someone will just tell me what the big fucken secret is (and I totally can) *clicks cheek*

Husk: *growls* Fine. I’ll drink If…the Radio Demon drinks too.

Alastor: Hmm~ fine, but I did warn you.

All chanting: Go go go!

Husk: *drinks* *kitteny stifles*

*All laughing*

Angel: Oh my fuck Husk your sneeze! I can’t decide if it’s cute or hilarious! Or kinky~

Sir Pentious: I am no longer feeling self conscious about my sneeze!

Husk: Alright alright! You got your chuckles. It’s Radiohead’s turn. Wait…

Angel: Wait, where did he go?

Vaggie: The booze is gone! Where…

Charlie: Alastor?!

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*drink pours*

Alastor: Mmm, it is quite good. *sip* *sneeze*

*hotel powers down*

All: What the fuck! Come on!

Alastor: *laughs*

Fade out

#whew i did it #i wondered if i'd get around to this #i crawled out of my hole and did it #TAKE THAT DEPRESSION #will i crawl back into my hole after this?#probably #but this was a fun silly time #pentious was really fun tbh #how many times i had to do his laugh was ridiculous #i should make a blooper reel because i finally got his snz down and the noises i made were just so funny #snz #snz wav #haz/bin #snz audio #zen audio #snz fic #hazbin snz #snz fet #snz kink

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Fixer Upper

ALASTOR x (F)READER

Summary: Someone dared to break Alastor's precious radio and his wrath is inconsolable. But turns out you may have some small tricks up your sleeve.

Warnings: NONE

For the dearest @anon-of-the-void. My darling, it is a pleasure as always to write these for you.

In the bustling chaos of the Hazbin Hotel, where demons sought redemption amidst the fiery chaos of Hell, an unlikely friendship blossomed. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, found solace in the presence of Y/N, an inventive soul from the Victorian Era who had found herself amidst the peculiar denizens of the underworld.

Y/N was a tinkerer, always tinkering away in her workshop, concocting gadgets and gizmos that would make even the most adept engineers marvel. Alastor, with his vintage charm and macabre wit, found her creations fascinating, and the two formed an unusual bond over their shared love for innovation.

One fateful day, disaster struck when Alastor's beloved old-time radio, his prized possession from his living days, broke down. The demon was devastated, his usual jovial demeanor clouded by a rare display of anger. The residents of the hotel trembled in fear, knowing the havoc that could be unleashed if the Radio Demon's rage remained unchecked.

Alastor's crimson eyes blazed with fury as he prowled the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, his usual jovial smile replaced by a menacing snarl. The residents cowered in fear, whispering among themselves as they caught glimpses of the Radio Demon's wrathful form.

"You there!" Alastor's voice boomed, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path. "Do you have any idea of the inconvenience of my beloved radio breaking? The nerve, the audacity!"

Niffty, the hyperactive cleaner demon, spoke with a frantic passion as she viewed the mangled radio."Alastor! I'll do it! Let me clean it please!"

Alastor's laughter rang out like a chilling melody, sending a chill through the air. "Oh, my dear Nifty, no thank you. This requires some…interrogation but feel free to clean up the aftermath."

Angel Dust, lounging lazily on a nearby couch, scoffed, "Oh, lighten up, Al, it's just a stupid radio. Besides, it's not like anyone listens to your old-timey tunes anyway."

The room fell silent as Alastor's gaze bore into Angel Dust, his smile twisting into a sinister grin. "Is that so, my dear Angel? Perhaps I should demonstrate the consequences of underestimating the power of music."

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned a spectral microphone, its ethereal glow casting eerie shadows across the room. "Now, let's see who's laughing when I unleash the full force of my wrath upon this wretched offender!"

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel trembled as Alastor's menacing laughter echoed through the halls, knowing all too well that when the Radio Demon was in a foul mood, no one was safe from his terrifying fury.

As fear spread throughout the hotel, Y/N knew she had to act swiftly to quell the storm brewing within Alastor's heart. Ignoring the warnings of her peers, she clandestinely snatched the broken radio and retreated to her workshop, determined to restore it to its former glory.Under the cover of night, she stealthily crept into Alastor's room, her pockets filled with tools and determination. With deft hands, she dismantled the broken radio, each cog and wire familiar to her skilled touch.

Hour after hour, Y/N toiled away, her nimble fingers dancing across the delicate machinery. With each adjustment and tweak, the radio gradually came back to life, its familiar crackle filling the air once more. But as the night wore on, fatigue gnawed at Y/N's bones, her eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But she pressed on, fueled by determination and a desire to see her friend smile once more.

Finally, with a soft click, the radio sprang to life, emitting a crackling sound before filling the room with the familiar strains of vintage jazz. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile gracing her lips as she admired her handiwork.

But as she stood there basking in her success, fatigue finally caught up with her. With a yawn, she sank into a nearby chair, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep claimed her.

Unbeknownst to her, Alastor had been silently watching from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he observed Y/N's tireless efforts to fix his broken radio. When he saw her succumb to exhaustion, a pang of concern tugged at his heart, softening the edges of his usually stoic demeanor.

Quietly, he approached her slumbering form, his footsteps barely audible against the creaking floorboards. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch light as a feather.

"My dear Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "Such devotion, such selflessness. You truly are a marvel."

A warmth blossomed in Alastor's chest as he watched her sleep, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. For the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to tenderness stirring within him—a feeling he realized with a start was nothing short of admiration.

With a soft sigh, Alastor leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead before picking up her form and striding over to his bed; tucking her in with the utmost care. As he stood there in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the quiet hum of the fixed radio and the soft breathing of his friend, he knew at that moment that he was irrevocably touched by her kindness.

And as the first light of dawn painted the sky, Alastor silently vowed to cherish and protect Y/N, for she had not only fixed his broken radio but had also managed to mend something far more precious—his wounded heart.

The next morning dawned upon the Hazbin Hotel, the air tinged with a sense of relief as the residents basked in the knowledge that Alastor's beloved radio had been fixed. Alastor strode into the lobby with a confident swagger, his usual grin plastered on his face. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the radio, the familiar crackle of static filling the air before giving way to the melodic strains of love songs from a bygone era.

The residents exchanged puzzled glances, their confusion evident as they listened to the unexpected playlist. Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, looks like someone's feeling a bit sentimental today."

Alastor's grin widened, though there was a hint of something softer lurking beneath the surface. "Ah, my dear Angel, music has a way of stirring the soul, don't you think?"

As the love songs continued to play, the other residents couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over them. Even the gruffest demons found themselves tapping their claws to the beat, caught up in the unexpected romance of it all.

But as Alastor's gaze lingered on Y/N, who stood among the crowd with a shy smile, a wave of realization washed over him. It wasn't just any love songs he was playing—it was a silent declaration of his growing affection for the inventive soul who had captured his heart.

And as the music filled the room with its sweet melody, Alastor couldn't help but feel a surge of hope coursing through him. Perhaps, in the midst of Hell's chaos, there was still room for love to blossom—a love that transcended time and defied all odds.

With a soft chuckle, Alastor stole a glance at Y/N, his heart swelling with newfound courage. For in that moment, amidst the gentle strains of love songs and the soft glow of morning light, he knew that he was falling—falling head over heels for the one who had fixed not only his broken radio but also the shattered pieces of his soul.

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