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Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at actual smut. I'm gonna be adding a cut in case you don't want to see that shit. Alastor x Reader smut with no plot. I would just like to hear opinions from anyone who chooses this, dw sex-repulsed aces this is going to be under a cut so you don't have to witness this pure animalistic porn

TW/CW: self fingering, tentacle sex, tentacle in p, t in mouth, mentions playing w/ nipples

DNI: UNDERAGE/MINOR/DDLG+MDLB

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Alastor loves to watch you masturbate. He may not be into sex at all, but you certainly are.

The way your breathing gets faster as you take off each article of clothing, until you're standing in front of him naked.

The way your face flushes as he looks you up and down slowly, as if taking in every curve, every soft spot on your body and especially that delicious pussy you're so desperately trying to hide from his scrutinizing gaze. He tilts his head towards the bed with a wicked smile.

He watches as you slowly prepare yourself for what you know is coming. You slip a finger into your core and begin to fuck yourself gently, speeding up over time until you're a sweety moaning mess, whimpering his name as the sensation becomes more pleasurable.

With no prior warning something smacked your hand away from your hungry cunt, begging for release. You whined, upset you weren't allowed to cum, but it was cut short by a long, thick appendage entering your pussy. The sensation made your spine arch in pleasure, squealing Alastor's name.

The tentacle fucked you at a brutal pace, you were panting and sweaty, chasing the high of your release .

However it appeared this tentacle couldn't handle your tight little pussy and shot a sticky white substance within you, so much you could feel it drooling from your pussy, swollen from the aggressive pounding.

Another, thicker tentacle slipped into your pussy with ease and slowly entered and exited you, and you whined. You thrust your hips into the air trying to reach a better position.

You felt the tentacle flick its tip inside you and you gasp, your little cunt squeezing so tight around it. It appeared Alastor had found your weak spot. You wriggled around in pure pleasure, your face burning red.

Alastor wanted to see you fall apart and make you scream in such ecstasy that you'd only ever go to him you need your sexual needs met. No need for porn, another man's dick or even just a dildo with a vibe. He wanted you to beg him to fuck you next time; he wanted you to one day go into estrus and beg him to be your buck, impregnate you, carry his fawn. Not like the sticky white stuff dripping out a tiny bit with every pump in your cunt wasn't his. But this was a man on a mission.

With the thick tentacle pounding you helpless he allowed most tentacles to join. He sent one tentacle to your clit and you moaned, bucking your hips in pleasure. Two tentacles went for your tits, squeezing and playing with your perked nipples. One slithered out and rose to your face and when you turned to look at it, it was dripping precum on the bed. You wrapped your hand around it and began pumping at a good pace and, in the heat of your pleasure you took it in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks tightly to enhance the sensation. It delved into the back of your throat and you gagged at surprise, but swiftly into rhythm.

He allowed the tentacle fucking you stupid to cum deep inside of you - you were getting pregnant, and as soon as it began shooting ribbons of its seed into yor uterus u the coil in your stomach broke and, eyes squeezing tight shut with pleasure and legs shuddering at the force of your orgasm an the sensation of your cunt being came inside of drove you as far as to, as he'd hoped, scream his name like a prayer to a God who chose not to listen. He allowed the other tentacles to have their fun until you came down from your orgasmic high.

As your high came to a close, Alastor began slowly pulling them away, starting with the one in your mouth, which has just filled your throat with cum. Then the ones around your nipples, who were flicking your nipples so hard you were starting to get horny again. Too bad. Finally, the one hitting your cervix brutally, slowly slipped out, flicking your sides several times to further drive yourself to getting horny, yet Alastor removed it and you moaned in a frustrated tone as Alastor allowed it to shoot its cum all over your pussy. You stared at him in a state of anger and desperation, going as far as to buck your hips and moan his name. Though it sounded absolutely sinful and he wanted to watch you beg to cum, that would have to be for another time.

You, still naked shivering from the intensity of getting tentacle fucked, nd mildly ashamed of how you felt around Alastor. Alastor wiped the sweat and hair from your face, then gently placed a hand upon your hip, his smile calm and steady. "You gave me quite a show; I'll be planning to see you again, mon cheri."

And with that he disappeared into nothing, having teleported somewhere else, leaving you - an absolute mess dripping cum and wishing you could do it again, right then.

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I don't really have any x-reader content written up (I've been writing personal brain rot to appease my pre-frontal cortex and I've been practicing my RP skills w/ a friend they know who they are hey pookie) so in an attempt to make up for my lack of content, here's some scenarios that have crossed my mind, and maybe if anyone is interested, I could write and post the update on Nixie's design and details, though I may not be able to draw said design for a while unless you're cool with a picture of a paper doodle. Without further delay...

One: imagine finding a person of your choosing - get creative folks - and spend some loving quality time with Alastor, plucking that person's teeth out to arrange a smile on his shed wall. (Daisies, anyone?) I imagine this one could be romantic or platonic. Just imagine putting your worst enemy or your worst ex (unless they're one in the same) through such agony, carnal fear and watch their Limbic system take action and they start twisting, pulling, fighting for freedom. After Alastor has had his fun and is satiated, he passes your weapon of choice and allows you to do as you please. Think of the most sadistic shit you could bring yourself to do to someone who deserves it and imagine performing that act(s) upon them, Alastor watching you with adoration in his eyes. You're the one, he knows it when you turn to him, done with your evil deed, dropping the weapon with blood staining your skin, your body, your hair and even your lips.

Two: imagine fighting alongside Charlie against Adam. One Hell spawn he can handle, albeit with some wounds. But you...? You're not a joke, you've practiced every fighting move to perfection and he's on the receiving end. up until Lucifer arrives to beat the piss out of Adam you're his strongest enemy, fighting him like he's a toy you're getting bored of. when Lucifer arrives, knocking out Adam's molars he sees the condition Adam is in and thanks you for softening him up for Lucifer's upcoming onslaught of ass kicking, insults and details of his affairs with both of Adam's wives.

three: imagine singing with Lucifer. He tends to sing songs he writes about his estranged wife, Lilith, the mother of his daughter, Charlie. So imagine singing different songs with him, teaching him music you like, and overtime he misses Lilith less and less. He finds himself growing closer to you as well. Platonic or romantic.

four: imagine singing in the heavenly choir with Abel. He has a honey-sweet voice that could lure sailors to their deaths. (Interesting suggestion: imagine being a Siren and using your voice to bring both heaven-borns and winners alike to listen to Abel's choir) Abel adores your voice and loves to hear you sing for him. If his father complimented your singing he would be over the moon. He would ask you to perform solo and if you agree, every time you're about to come on stage he'll call you Honeysuckle, therefore calling out to your fans something like, "are you ready for Honeysuckle, lil flower that takes away the sour?!" if you're not comfortable being called that he totally gets it, but if you were fine with it he'll call you Honeysuckle all the time, even at the grocery store; he'll be like "hey Honeysuckle does this bread look fresh enough to you?"

and that's what I got so far; unfortunately not much but, it's a start. if you like this format of short story/one shot summaries then please consider liking and/or re-blogging, it would superbly help me get my content into the world. If any of these four summaries sound like something you'd want a full fic of then let me know! Enjoy your meal my little simps ft. finally wrote for Abel even if it was short and dumb.

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Why hello there, weary traveler. Please, come, take a seat and spend a spell with me. May I interest you in some.eater.from my flask? Oh, no, no tricks my friend. Please, drink as much as you'd like. I can always make more.

My name? Goodness,, what a bold one you are! I have a name, but I choose to go by Nixie. Sh, you wonder why a simple stranger shares their fire and water with you, hm? I just like to be nice to others, help those who need it. Here, take this sweet bread and eat your fill. I insist.

How old am I? Ha, another big question for someone you just met my friend. I turned 24 just today! Absolutely, today 24 years ago, I was born. It's a rather tragic tale unfortunately....you care to hear it? How kind of you. Well, it began when I was born, and...my parents were too busy to arrive.

Okay I'm done with my shitty roleplay lmao, but it is true that today is my birthday. I've been dreading this day for over a week but, I have a feeling it won't be terrible.

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Friends, family and diamond encrusted jewels. I just remembered something. My birthday is on the 5th I'm still unsure how I feel about this.

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Zestial's body language during his short singing bit during the song "Whatever It Takes" brings me life. He seems so excited and thrilled at the idea of such strength. He's practically bouncing up and down next to Carmilla all like "you did that huge thing and you could literally become untouchable if you told all of Hell what you're capable of" and Carmilla seems to have this energy of, "I wish I could tell them all what I could do if they chose to cross to me however, I can't in good conscious tell anyone but literally my closest friend and my two daughters who only saw it happen because the angels were so cruel as to plan to kill us one by one, forcing the rest of us to watch; also if anyone in Hell knew how to kill an angel there would be a war between Heaven and Hell that would not only result in a loss of life in numbers too great to count, but also literally shred the fabric that separates us". It's just neat I suppose. Zestial is considered the more rational, thoughtful and calculative of the two but he's plundering into a world he could never understand out of his own chase for.power and respect; whereas Carmilla, the one who has no fear in making Hell know who they're fucking with, is hesitating and ultimately chooses against Zestial's suggestions out of both fear for those she loves and a growing concern that this secret would most certainly result in a full-on war that both isn't necessary and would solve nothing.

Also one more thing. At the end of Carmilla's half of the song she sings, "I'll keep you safe and keep this secret" she looks up towards Zestial when she uses the word safe. This man could literally turn her into a fucking stain on the ground if he so chose yet, knowing this Carmilla still feels the need to make sure he is safe - and Zestial returns Carmilla's statement with a mildly bewildered look, as though he's thinking, "you, protect me? There I was, thinking you were well enough aware of what I'm capable of."

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Friends, family and fellow warm cucumbers.

My (unfortunate) birthday approaches and I have literally nothing to do that day. So to celebrate me yeeting into existence and doing the first ever Fortnite dance, I thought it may be fun to like, do silly requests. So I guess, between now and the 5th of next month (August) send whatever silliness you can think of. My only suggestion is, try to keep it silly, light hearted and fun. Oh and, I'll gladly write for your OCs too! This includes canon x OC stuff too so, if ya got an OC and a character you ship them with (romantic, platonic, familial, friendship etc.) feel free to send that in! With OCs I'm gonna need some form of visual reference to make sure I get their descriptions right, and you're welcome to send a visual reference alongside anything else that would help me understand them. So, consider this a chance to get your OC out there in the universe! All I ask before sending your idea(s) is that you refer to and follow my rules, you can find those, alongside the list of characters I'm up to write, on my pinned post.

So, mark the date, bitches; 'cause we're coming to your hotel first.

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Zestial, staring at a phone for the first time in both his life and afterlife: "...Carmilla, I doth not believe I am in understanding of what I am witnessing."

Carmilla: "Unfortunately I don't either but, it appears to be something Velvette made."

Zestial, giving Carmilla the bitchiest expression at the mention of Velvette: "I see. Inform the young lady to be certain she hath collected all of thine possessions before exiting the meeting quarters, every time."

--Carmilla is now gone, having left Velvette's phone with Zestial because honestly the man would attack a microwave if it made a single beep--

Zestial, picking up the phone and unlocking it with ease, taking another look at what was left on the screen: "...Whomever created this hast good eyes and...is awfully correct on mine dimensions. Ew."

Is this that so-called "content" you vultures are starving for?

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Y/N: "excuse me but, what does MLM mean?"

Vaggie: "Sorry hon, only heard of it being Multi Level Marketing"

Husk: "not sure myself either but, I once heard someone say it means something involving men."

Angel, literally jumping in his seat on the couch with an almost childish level of excitement, clapping his hands together repeatedly: "man loving man! It can also mean-"

Angel receives a very MLM-coded smack to the back of his head with a literal fucking cast iron skillet and proceeds to go unconscious for the most.peaceful thirty minutes this hotel ever has or will see; it is forever unknown who kicked his ass using nothing but heavy cookware

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it is too late for me to be awake ft. it sounded funnier in my mind than it does written

Emberlynnn Pinkle, running into the hotel, head and ears swiveling in all directions: "has anyone seen my hubby, Alastor? Niffty, looking around the foyer: "I'm afraid I haven't seen him Ms. Pinkle! Have you-" Niffty, glancing toward the ceiling: (notices Alastor, clinging desperately to a roof beam making a shushing motion, complete with eyes wide with disturbance featuring dial-like irises, ears pressed against his head and wide smile twitching in anger and disgust) Niffty, looking back to Emberlynn: "-no, not there, either...I don't think he's here; you may find him in Cannibal Town though!" Alastor, after he's certain Emberlynn has really left: (drops down effortlessly to the wood panel flooring, fixing his bow-tie, appearing rather careless despite the near-death-experience he just had to suffer through) "Thank you, Niffty; I'll find you a spider for your next puppet show." Niffty, digging a literal dead fucking spider out of her apron: "Got it covered, Mr. Alastor! I would like a rat, though." (she stares up toward Alastor, her one eye huge and wide, an elated smile gracing her face) Alastor, chuckling awkwardly to himself and slowly backing away: "Of course dear Niffty, I shall have it for you soon. Off you go now!" (as Niffty scampers away like a rabid raccoon Alastor slowly ascends the staircase to his private room, wondering how in God's name he's going to acquire a mother fucking rat that is hopefully dead)

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Was browsing a blog (lmk if you see anything I didn't properly blur out, I'm trying to keep everyone as anonymous as possible) and I came across what might just be the most Adam thing on this planet. Imagine some dude asking him about his sex life and Adam replies with that shit. Even better, he does so in front of his fen s/o and she follows it up with "this man can make some amazing music with his fingers"

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My fellow material bois, gorl bosses and scented candles. I have come to a discovery. Idk if anyone else has discussed this yet but here ya go.

So, y'all remember in ep 7, when Alastor proposed a deal to Charlie and she asks if he wants her soul? I always thought that, having been born in Hell, she wouldn't have a soul. Then I thought a little.

She does, in fact have a soul. Given to her because her mother, Lilith, was once human. Another bite of food for thought: Charlie's soul may be worth more than a sinner's soul because her soul still has humanity in it, whereas sinmers have a soul that is presumably permanently stuck in Hell (I'm not touching the part about Pentious going to Heaven because that's a whole new can of worms). With this said, Alastor chose to request "a favor" from Charlie as opposed to simply snagging the strongest, most coveted soul in Hell, which would benefit him exponentially in two ways. One, if he can call upon the literal princess of Hell to do as he tells, he's untouchable, not even by Lucifer, because he would never want to hurt Charlie; and two, seeing as he can literally destroy a soul on live air for all of Hell to witness, he would hold an ungodly monopoly over Lucifer, one of those "do exactly as I say or she gets it" and again, Lucifer doesn't want anything bad happening to Charlie so of course, he would do as Alastor wants.

Considering all this, I'm personally glad Alastor requested a single favor over taking her soul. I don't know what favor this would be though. Thinking back to ep 5 when Husk claimed Alastor was "on a leash," followed by ep 8 when he's having a moment and he says "the constraints of my deal surely have a back door," I imagine this favor Alastor wants is gaining back his soul to whoever owns it.

Just to give the RadioDust shippers a bite to eat super quick. Imagine if instead, Alastor clocked in that favor and has Charlie revoke Angel's soul from Valentino.

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Everyone, all of this has been confirmed in videos available publicly on YT on both Prime Video and Viv's channel. Gather round young ones, I bring news from the collective higher power of whoever decided to let us all feast like kings today.

1). Season 2 of Hazbin Hotel is hitting Prime Video on October 29th, which I feel is a much better date than air dropping season 1 out of the deep blue. It's also Viv's birthday! We've yet to receive a trailer but, in the announcement and drop date video, the title card is depicted as blue rather than red, and there's a little visual and auditory corruption, complete with split-second imagery that all tie together into season 2 dragging the Vee's, or at least Vox, into the main line of sight.

2). Despite the lack of a trailer we were given a brief introduction to a new, lovely, adorably soft and sweeter-than-candy absolute honey bun known as Abel. Yes, that Abel. The one bite by Eve to Adam. The one who tended to cattle of whom ate the better grass of the pastures shared between himself and his brother Cain and, unfortunately yes, the one dashed by the sawed off stone held in Cain's hand.

3). This adorably sweet, soft and squishy is voiced by someone special. If you haven't seen the video pertaining to Abel you'll never in your life guess the name of the man given the privilege of using those vocal chords to bless one of my new and hopefully consistently favorite characters. Patrick Stump. Imagine being so fucking good you're not only the lead vocalist for Fall Out Boy but you're also the speaking and singing voice of who I can only assume is the vocal and/or guitarist leading the entire heavenly choir. I wasn't expecting someone like Patrick Stump but, I'm pleasantly surprised.

3). Alright final one concerning news for us freshly stuffed fans, stomachs distended with the most filling buffet we've ever had or will have in our lives. We already know Helluva has been green lit as the sister series to Hazbin and they've been confirmed to be shaking hands with one another here and there in the overarching Hellaverse. So, what's the actual news here I felt is so urgent to share that I started writing this omw to some dumb personal business, I hear you ask in an exasperated tone? New episode coming September 10th! Now, neither Prime nor Viv have confirmed to my knowledge as to if it is or isn't the first episode of season 3 or may be closer to a kick-off of the whole Hellaverse hand shaking business.

4). Alright, last one for this post. Personally, when I first watched the video introducing Abel, I immediately got some fun ideas in my head about things I may write sometime soon or after we know more about him. Judging by recent fanart, writing and the little samples of voice acting we got to see in the introduction video, I think I have a good enough pin on Abel to write a little on him. Worst case scenario I'll just have to rewrite it. I have a few ideas bouncing between brain cells rn but I'm more interested in writing for you all honestly. Therefore with the rules written in my pinned post in mind, I'd love to see the ideas anyone comes up with, anything between cotton candy fluff to the most emotionally heart shattering angst to purely comedic bullshit to literally anything else that isn't smut. Tried writing it before, hated it and decided against trying it again - or, at least until I have a better grasp on how to write brain candy (remind me to patent and copyright that term) and have a better grasp on the subject matter. That said, get creative.

Love y'all stay lookin sharp

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Alastor x f!Reader ft. Lucifer is way too suggestive to reader

what is poppin y'all, I tried (and failed miserably) to get back into writing by borrowing a plot that's literally been done to Hell and back. The only real trigger warning is Lucifer being a little zesty towards reader. Under the cut for that trigger warning. I hope this is bearable to read, I tried my best but this new dose of Adderall (30mg lol) has me going fucking insane, if this is what drugs are like I politely decline. Anyway enjoy.

The sound of Charlie's voice, stressed and desperate, roused you from a hazy doze. You roll over onto the opposite side; you searched your bed for the warm clawed hand of your lover, but it was nowhere to be found. Fluttering your eyes open drowsily you scan the room you share with your beloved buck, Alastor. He was nowhere to be found. Concern worming its way into your brain you made swift work of throwing on some semi-presentable clothes. Your hair was a wreck and you didn't have time to brush your eyebrows into place, alongside your eyeliner and mascara. However, the clamoring downstairs didn't allow you time to strike a model pose in the restroom mirror. Wearing a simple white button up shirt and a pair of camouflage sweats that were perfectly over sized and clung to your figure, you jogged down the stairs to see the commotion that was so important you couldn't sleep in as Charlie would sometimes allow, considering how hard you worked with the staff and residents; you weren't exactly here for redemption, but Charlie saw potential in you and tried to allow you the little things in life, such as a couple extra hours of sleep. Today however, this was not a luxury you could indulge in.

Making it downstairs you were met with chaos. Niffty and Pentious were busy baking some cookies of questionable quality. Husk busied himself with cleaning his station and prepping a handful of different cocktails on a few trays. Charlie was directing Vaggie, Razzle and Dazzle on hanging a banner for some event, you assumed. You approached Charlie, trying to pull out some of the knots in your hair and stroking your ears into place, they always felt silky smooth thanks to Charlie occasionally sharing her hair products with you - somewhat rarely, but it helped a lot in the short run. Approaching the blonde demoness, you gently tapped on her shoulder to steal her attention for a moment. She turned backward and the worn, thin-lined grimace immediately grew into a genuine happy expression. Before you could even ask, Charlie launched into details.

"Okay so, my dad, Lucifer, is gonna be here in like ten minutes! Exciting huh? We have everything done for his visit but if you want it would be very kind of you to arrange the table of drinks and snacks," she suggested. Allowing a smile to grace your tired face you hopped into the chore. You had just completed your task, and it was beautiful. You arranged the cupcakes into a rainbow, and you moved the alcoholic drinks to another table, adorning the alcoholic drinks a name card reading the names of the beverages. You were happy with your work. It was clean, organized and neatly put together. You were surveying the setup for any mishaps; you wanted to show Charlie that she could trust you.

With no warning the room became a little colder. A familiar shudder crawled down your spine, and a gentle, warm hand placed itself on your shoulder, a chin resting on the opposite shoulder to observe your work. You felt your smile soften as a gentle sigh tickled your hair against your cheek. As soon as he arrived he was gone, and though the room was still chilly your body burned with happiness. You heard a fist rap against the door of the hotel and you watched everyone race into place. You wanted to walk out of the foyer but, you knew Charlie needed your support in this. You wanted to blend in and not be noticed so you slipped behind Alastor, hiding behind his taller, broader figure that stood beside the door, trying to slow down and even out your breathing. Charlie practically danced to the door closest to the two of you and called out, "it's showtime!" before opening the door.

As soon as the door was pulled open a surprisingly short, equally pale as Charlie man adorned with the same blonde hair under a comical white hat with some decorations you couldn't place, wearing white-and-red clothing, immediately jumped onto Charlie, squeezing her so tight she seemed unable to breathe. You and Alastor simply observed from your hiding spot.

Lucifer was exploring the foyer covered in decorations when he noticed the bar and, choking, he yelled out, "what in the holy hell is that?!" You picked up a dark chuckle from Alastor as he dissolved into the hard wood floor, immediately phasing behind Lucifer. He swiftly introduced himself and placed a hand onto Charlie's shoulder, offering a compliment. You winced for a single moment before fixing your expression. You overheard the first of many petty quarrels between the two.

"That must be why Charlie calls it the 'Has-Been' hotel, ha ha!" Lucifer nudged Charlie's arm as he made the comment. Leaning on his staff and swaying his hips in a sassy fashion he laughed in return, returning the jab with, "it was actually my idea!" he flaunted with a fabulous shit-eating grin. Lucifer snorted, "well it's not very clever," he mocked at the much taller demon. returning Alastor's glare. Alastor's shoulders tightened ever slightly and you could sense his growing anger. Cackling in staticky rage that only you could recognize he bent to Lucifer's height, staring into his eyes, and hissed, "fuck you". You felt a new worry worming in your stomach at how equally pissed, angry and full of himself Alastor was acting. Finally choosing to leave the safety of the dark corner you slowly approached Alastor and gently placed your hand on his lower arm, squeezing ever so lightly to gain his attention. He immediately whipped around to glare at you, smile crooked and twisted with anger. At the sight of your smaller figure, equally frightened and worried eyes and apprehensive expression he settled down, taking a deep breath, calming himself down for your sake.

"I'm terribly sorry my dear, I just...that man is not exactly easy to get along with." He apologized sincerely, his voice kept so low that only you could hear. You nodded your head in agreement, you could certainly understand his irritation with such an asshole. With Charlie introducing her father to the other employees and the two guests you watched in mild interest, observing how he interacted with each demon.

"And finally, there's...where did she go?" Charlie was glancing around the foyer in search of you. Alastor already knew what to do, he scooted in front to hide you from the attention your name drew. Charlie swiftly deflated and gave a sigh of defeat. "I guess she's either not here or asleep..I hope you two get to meet though," Charlie hummed, toying her hands with a disappointed frown on her face. Then a distinct snickering filled the room, and the voice was unmistakable.

"Move, Smiles," Angel all but demanded of Alastor. The static he emanated distorted for a split second, then went silent. You could practically sense his smile growing according to his annoyance with the spider demon. He chuckled under his breath and responded, "I'm afraid I'm not doing that." Peeking from around Alastor's arm, praying no one would see you, you watched Angel roll his eyes and snort at Alastor. "Come on used tampon, I know she's behind you," he sneered at the demon hiding you. Every muscle visible appeared to tense with anger and shock at the shitty new nickname. Before he could jump on Angel and rip off at least two extremities you tugged on his coat to tear his attention from the demon taunting him to yourself.

"It's fine, I-I think I can do this," you mumbled softly, Alastor, not caring whether or not anyone noticed Angel was entirely correct you replied, "are you sure, love? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Would you prefer I get you to your room dear?" You nodded your head confidently, though your face had a tint of color across your cheeks. Taking this as approval he stepped away to reveal you, your eyes a little dilated, giving a begging look to Charlie. She walked up to you and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Come on, it won't be so bad," she coaxed as she pulled you closer to her father.

Standing stiff, you outstretched your arm to offer a handshake to Lucifer. Lucifer, being the absolute pussy slayer he thought he was, took your hand and placed a soft kiss onto the back of your hand, holding eye contact as he did so. Your face turned at least 20 shades of red. You winced a little, feeling apprehensive squeeze in your guts. You chuckled uncertainly and turned your eyes to Charlie, silently begging her to split the top of you apart. Before she could even move to separate Lucifer from you, Alastor phased beside you, and you squeaked in surprise. Literally jerking your hand from Lucifer's grasp, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his smile as forced and stretched as possible, his left eye twitching in anger.

"Ah yes, isn't she a doll?" He inquired to Lucifer with a voice of velvet. You melted into Alastor's gentle cradle, allowing yourself a little reprieve from the awkward interaction you just experienced. It did not last long, unfortunately. Lucifer strode forward and cupped your cheek with a toothy smile. Every brain cell you had was screaming at you to smack his hand away, step backward, slap his face so hard he was sent to the ground. And yet, you stood still; you knew this man was dangerous, and you knew Alastor would happily kill the man and likely die trying.

"Yes, she is rather lovely, isn't she? Ooh, all the exciting things I could do to such an innocent, pretty young woman..." his words ended in a low chuckle. Finally, something ripped you from Lucifer's hungry gaze. Charlie stepped between you, pushing you and Alastor away from her father. "Okay, everyone! She turned her eyes to her father, a warning evident in her strained voice "So, dad, do you maybe want a tour? Vaggie, you can come too!" Lucifer shrugged with a loose smile and agreed, turning away. Right before he left however, he turned to face you, positioning his fingers in a V-like shape and sticking out his tongue teasingly. This time you were genuinely offended. Furrowing your eyebrows with a warning glare, you backed into Alastor, his torso brushing your head. When he finally turned around and was out of mutual sight, you relaxed and took a step away from Alastor. He was absolutely fuming, and you couldn't help but believe he was this angry because of you. Sucking in a deep breath of air as though it could be your last, you attempted to explain why you entered his personal space.

"Alastor, honey, please believe me, I wasn't trying to make you upset or uncomfortable. I was just trying to intimidate that asshole and imply that I was already taken. I didn't mean t-" Alastor successfully hushed you by pulling your body against his own. He held you like you were made of glass, as though you would shatter if he hugged you lightly. You felt him bury his face into your hair, his breathing ragged. Taking the risk, you gently wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to calm him and yourself. You breathed in his scent, taking in the hints of pine trees, fresh warm food and cigarettes. After a long moment you pulled away, offering him a gentle smile. "Are you okay, Al?" You asked in a soft voice. His smile softened as he gazed down at you. Releasing a long, arguably love-sick sigh, he placed a light kiss on your forehead.

"Of course, my love. I'm just...not quite happy with the comments he's given you." A growl was forming in his voice as he spoke. You shushed him by toying with his bow, examining the fabric and the way it was tied; you were quite sure Alastor tied it himself every morning. You gently pulled him down and pressed a short, sweet kiss to his cheek and he relaxed in your presence. Releasing him you looked up at him, offering a sweet smile. "Alastor, you know I only love you, right...? No one in Heaven, Earth or Hell could take me from you. Especially not that maggot," your smile grew playfully as you insulted the man who had just been trying to lay the pipe on you. Alastor rolled his eyes with an amused chuckle. "Yes, of course I know dearest, and the same goes from me to you."

[nixie-writes]

Hello ladies, gentlemen and beautiful diamond rings. Unfortunately I had to put this blog on the back burner for a couple months, which includes writing as a whole. Just, had a lot going on. It's not worth discussing publicly though. I do hope you all had a lovely recent holiday if you celebrate, otherwise I hope this month has been treating you well so far and that it continues to. I'll do what I can to pop out the requests that have been in my inbox, and afterward share some ideas I've developed a little. I don't wish to share names but, to the person I still owe a written piece on, I assure you I haven't forgotten, and it will be posted as soon as possible, I promise I didn't mean to leave you high and dry, I just had more pressing matters to attend to (not that your commission isn't a pressing matter).

And with that stated, I do hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night.

[nixie-writes]

Hello everyone. I'm sure some of you have noticed. I have an actual reason this time.

For the past little while I've been having seizures. They were usually not that bad but a few nights ago I had a terrifying experience, and was admitted to the hospital. As of now I'm taking a high dose of my seizure medicine. I don't want to discuss a lot of it yet because there's things I don't know yet myself but I will keep you all updated. Thank you for reading and have a lovely day.

[nixie-writes]

Life Update + Send Requests If You Want

Hello everyone! I've been absent for some time, and some of you may even think I've quit this blog. I haven't, so don't worry! However, I've been busy. Mostly things that don't matter, but one does. I was put on Adderall about a month ago and it's been a roller coaster. First, it was huge mood swings, followed by extreme mania, but now I've settled on a good dose and I'm bursting with positive energy and gumption to take care of my responsibilities, and one of those is this blog. So, with that said, I'll do my best to prioritize this blog and work on requests, commissions and other ideas I have in the future. I hope to see this blog grow and become a thriving place for everyone's ideas!

[nixie-writes]

Hi for oc x canon ship commissions how much information about the oc would be too much and for specifics about commissions is it best to message you or send the commission through an ask? I’m sorry if you have already answered this question.

Hello! Hope you're having a nice week!

So, there's no such thing as too much info about an oc. The more information you provide about them, the easier I can write them.

Also, when it comes to commissions it's best to message it to me.

Hope this helps!