#haztober

[voxslays]

“Howdy, Striker!”

Featuring >>> Striker x Reader; In which, Reader catches Striker in the middle of a murder, and things escalate from there.

Warnings; Smut, Possibly Dub-Con, Striker is Striker.

A/N: Sorry for posting my latest part of Haztober so late, here is a special little gift for being so patient with me. I just watched episodes 3-7 of season 2…but 4 and 6…STRIKER!

It was a fine fall day out in the wrath ring. Still very hot, but starting to cool down as it got later into October. You were visiting for the Harvest Moon Festival, hoping to see one of your close friends compete. You were taking a shortcut by walking down an alleyway when suddenly you saw two imps fighting. As you got closer you realized who one of them was—Striker—A famous assassin and cowboy among wrath. “Give up vermin.” He growled at the other demon as he dealt one last blow to the head with his angelic knife. He watched as the imp bled, then turned towards you. “Hello there little one..” Striker grinned, showing his gold tooth. You quickly backed up. “Woah, Woah, Woah there cowboy…I was just leaving-!” You say, clearly panicking. Striker's grin widens, a dark amusement playing in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his heavy boots thudding against the ground. "Going so soon? You just got here. Besides, I haven't even had a chance to,” He pauses as he looks you up and down. He reaches out, his large, calloused hand wrapping around your wrist. His grip is firm, unyielding. He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your face. "…Ask you your name." He purrs, his voice low and menacing.

Your breathing grows heavier. ​​"Now, now, why are you breathing like that? Am I that intimidating, hmm?" He chuckles, his gold tooth glinting in the dim light. "Relax, I don't bite...Hard." He grins, his eyes glinting with a wicked amusement. He leans in closer, his nose brushing against your neck. He inhales deeply, his voice rumbling against your skin. "You smell... different.” He says, his southern accent ringing through the air. “Like flowers, not like the usual stench of this place. Intriguing..." He pulls back, his gaze meeting yours.

“I'm not from here.” You say as your breath hitches. "Clearly." He smirks, his thumb tracing circles on your wrist. "And what brings a sweet little thing like you to this godforsaken place, hmm?"  His eyes narrow slightly, suspicion flickering in them. “I’m just here to watch one of my friends compete in the festival.” Striker laughs. "The Harvest Moon Festival, eh?" He releases your wrist, taking a step back. "Well, ain't that just precious. Coming all this way to watch your little friend play pretend." He shakes his head, another harsh laugh escaping his lips. "You know, I was invited too. But me? In a festival? Might as well invite a wolf to a lamb convention." He chuckles darkly, his gaze returning to you. "But now that you're here, maybe my time won't be entirely wasted." He says, his voice filled with lust. 

You suddenly feel a deep blush coat your already rosy red cheeks. "Mmm, you're blushing. Cute." He grins, taking a step closer. His hand reaches up, his calloused fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Look at me like that again and I might just take you right here." Your blush deepens. His eyes darken with desire as he notices your even redder cheeks and quickened breath. In one swift motion, he pushes you against the nearest wall, his muscular body pinning you in place. His other hand grips your hip possessively.

You gasp in surprise, feeling an army of butterflies in your stomach. *His face hovers inches from yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. "Shh, just breathe," he whispers, his voice laced with dominant undertones. "I promise, I won't bite...yet." His hands begin to explore your body, slowly, tauntingly. His touch is firm, yet gentle, contradictions that send shivers down your spine. His voice drops to a low purr. "You're so responsive... It's intoxicating..." His southern drawl becoming more evident. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused palms brushing against your bare skin. You can feel his erection pressing against you, a testament to his arousal. "See what you do to me?" he growls, nuzzling your neck.

His kisses become more urgent as you let out a few gasps and moans, his hands tightening on your hips. He grinds against you, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "You taste like honey," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "I bet you'd taste even sweeter elsewhere." His strong hands hoist you up, carrying you over to a nearby abandoned shack. He kicks the door open, carrying you inside. He lays you down on a pile of hay in the corner.  His eyes glint wickedly as he looks down at you.  "Now, where was I?"

He crawls over you, his hands pushing your skirt up. His fingers brush against your thighs, slowly parting them. "So innocent..." He kneels down between your parted thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart. He flashes you a roguish grin before lowering his head, his warm breath tickling your core. "I think I'll start here." 

His tongue flicks out, tasting you. He growls in approval, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them open. He buries his face between your thighs, feasting on you like a man starved. His touch is rough, intense, mirroring his personality. "So good..." You cry out in pleasure. He doubles his efforts at your cry, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at your essence. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he holds you in place, not letting you escape his relentless assault on your senses. He suckles your sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. 

He laps at you more insistently, drinking in your essence. His tongue delves deep inside, stroking your walls. He sucks hard on your clit, determined to make you fall apart. "That's it, scream for me," he growls against your sensitive flesh. He continues his onslaught, drawing out your release. As you come down from your high, he straightens up. His face is glistening with your juices, his eyes wild. He quickly begins to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. The leather hisses as it's pulled through the loops of his pants. He doubles it over, the ends dangling ominously. "You've been a good girl so far... But maybe it's time for a little..."

He leans down, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. He wraps the belt around your wrists, securing you to the wooden beam above. He smirks at you, his face a mask of dark intent. "Now, where were we?" He drops to his knees, burying his face once more between your thighs. He ravishes you with his mouth, his tongue plunging deep inside. But this time, he brings his hand into play, his fingers joining his tongue. He pumps them in and out, scissoring them to stretch you. ​​He continues his relentless assault on your most intimate area. His fingers curl inside you, stroking your G-spot as his tongue lashes your clit. He can feel you tightening around him. Knowing you're close, he doubles his efforts, determined to push you over the edge into ecstasy. 

He feels your walls clenching around his fingers, your body trembling on the edge. He doubles his efforts, sucking your clit hard as he curls his fingers to stroke that special spot inside. He wants to feel you come undone, to hear you scream his name as pleasure overtakes you. He feels your body convulse, your inner walls gripping his fingers like a vice as you come undone. He doesn't let up, continuing his relentless assault until he's wrung every last drop of pleasure from you. Only then does he slowly withdraw, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. “Stiker!” You scream out. 

He stands up, his eyes burning with a dark hunger. He reaches for the belt still binding your wrists, undoing it and tossing it aside. He lifts you up, his strong arms supporting your weight. He carries you over to the table, setting you down on the surface with a thud. He steps between your legs, forcing them apart. His hands grip your backside, lifting you up and pulling you forward. He grinds against you, his hardness rubbing against your slick folds. "Look at me," he demands, his voice gruff with desire. You immediately look into his golden eyes. 

His eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and possessive. He reaches down and spreads your lips open, revealing your dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. "So fuckin’ pretty," He growls, his voice now filled with lust and his classic southern accent. He lines himself up, the head of his dick pressing against your entrance. He slowly pushes inside, his eyes never leaving yours. He wants you to see who's taking you, possessing you completely. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts to move. He pulls out slowly, only to thrust back in harder, setting a steady, powerful rhythm.

His thrusts become more forceful, almost violent in their intensity. The table creaks beneath you as he pounds into you. "Take it," He snarls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take every fuckin’ inch of my cock." He leans down, his chest pressing against yours as he continues to pound into you. He captures your lips in a rough, dominating kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you utterly. He swallows your moans and cries, drinking in your pleasure like a true cowboy. He breaks the kiss, panting harshly. His hips never stop moving, driving into you with increasing force and speed. The room fills with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your moans. "Take it," He snarls greedily. 

He lifts you up, holding you aloft as he drives into you from below. He grins wickedly as he watches his length disappear inside you, over and over. He leans back slightly, changing the angle and making you gasp. "Oh, you like that? Good." He slams into you, finding that spot inside that makes your vision whiten. He sets a brutal pace, driving into you deep and hard. He watches where he's joined to you, his eyes glued to the point where he disappears into your heat. "You feel so good~” His face contorts with pleasure and concentration as he chases his release. His arms tighten around you, his hands clutching your bottom possessively. His breathing grows heavier, his movements more erratic. He's close. He leans forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He bites down, the sharp pain pushing you both over the edge. He roars his release, burying his face against your neck as he spurts into you with one final thrust. 

He collapses forward, pinning you beneath his heavy, sweat-slicked body. He pants against your neck, his hips still twitching slightly with the aftershocks. After a long moment, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and sated. "Mmm..." Striker groans. He slowly pulls out of you, his softening length slipping free with a wet sound. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you end up draped across his broad chest. His large hand finds your back, stroking up and down possessively. "You did well.” He smirks cockily. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, an unusual sign of tenderness from him. He wraps both arms around you, his hold tightening protectively. "Rest now," Striker murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

[jennifersylvesters]

harrison osterfield + sunglasses

[ao3feed-larry]

Stole My Heart

by haztobegood

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

Words: 2817, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Meet-Cute, Or Is It?, Enemies to Lovers, chicken nuggets

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/2QmFac8

[iholli]

I've been on Trello since 7am intricately planning how I want to do Haztober prompts

end me

[voxslays]

JUMPING IN A LEAF PILE

Featuring >>> Angel Dust x Reader; In which, Reader comforts Angel after a long day of dealing with Val.

A/N: This is a much shorter one, sorry about that. I’m trying to catch up with my Haztober fics (and maybe get a day ahead, like I was before.) I will post longer ones soon!

You stood at Angel’s door, contemplating what to do. Only fifteen minutes ago, Angel had run into the hotel—having finally returned from his ‘job’ crying. “Angel…?” You knock on his door gently “May I come in?” Angel opens the door, tears streaming down his face. He’s huddled in a blanket, having been crying for a while. “What did Val do this time?” He sniffs, wiping his tears. “He…he called me worthless again. Said I’m good for nothing but…” He trails off, burying his face in the blanket, crying harder. You gently wrap your arms around his torso, letting him lean onto your shoulder. He clings to you, sobbing uncontrollably.

After letting him calm down, you gently wipe away his tears. He looks up at you with red, puffy eyes. His usually well maintained white hair now a mess. “How about we do something fun?” You give him a small smile. He looks at you uncertainly, but the suggestion seems to give him a small spark of hope. "Like what?" His voice is hoarse from crying. “Let’s go for a walk.” You say, standing up. Angel hesitates for a moment before slowly getting up. "Okay." He follows you out of his room, and down the hall.

After a bit of walking down the hotel stairs, you arrive at the main entrance and front doors. You walk past husk at the bar, and Niffty on the sofa—trying to kill more bugs—and open the main doors, stepping outside. He follows you out into the cool fall evening, taking a deep breath of the fresh autumn air. "Thanks for this." He says softly, looking up at the stars. "I needed to get out of that room." He shivers slightly, hugging his arms around himself. “Of course.” You walk through hell’s beautiful orange and red autumn trees. Eventually, the two of you end up near a leaf pile. “Care to do the honors?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he looks at the colorful leaf pile. "Sure toots." He takes a running start and leaps into the leaves with a whoop, rolling around in them. You laugh softly, jumping in after him. He giggles and squirms as the two of you roll around in the leaves, kicking them up into the air, leaves getting caught in your hair. Eventually, you both collapse onto your backs, staring up at the red evening sky, breathing hard from laughing so much. "Thanks for making me laugh." He gives you a grin. “Of course.” You give return his grin with a bright beaming smile.

He sits up, then pokes you in the side. "Race you back!" He jumps up and takes off running through the trees, his laughter ringing out behind him.“Hey! Unfair!” You yell, trying your best to catch up with him, but unfortunately for you, he is already at the hotel by the time you manage to catch him. He’s already waiting at the hotel doors, grinning at you. You finally reach the doors, panting, and he opens one to let you in. "Told you I'm faster!" He says, laughing and holding the door open for you. "You should see your face!" He adds, trying to hold back his laughter. You pout playfully, before shaking your head as you giggle softly. He follows you in, still grinning. "Goodnight toots.” He says, heading towards the stairs. "Don't miss me too much while I'm gone!" He calls over his shoulder with a wink before disappearing.

[voxslays]

Making Caramel Apples Alastor x Reader

(Welcome to Haztober day one! I will be posting a new Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss inspired fic every day of October! I hope you enjoy! Also I know I’m technically posting this on the 30th….but it’s 7:45 for me…so…It’s literally October first. Also why isn’t tumblr schedule posting working??? So confused.)

Alastor wasn’t one to usually participate in group activities usually liking to be on his own but, maybe he’d participate this one time. He closes the book he was reading and places it down nicely. He stands from his spot, straightens his bowtie and suit and then starts to walk over to where the group activity was. Alastor walks up behind the others and watches them decorating the hotel. Of course Alastor wouldn’t participate at all if there was a possibility of getting dirty (with all the glitter glue from Charlie). So he just watched for now.

“Hi Alastor!” He heard an excited voice from behind him. Alastor turned his head to see who was speaking and saw it was you. He smiled wider and put his hands in his pockets. “Ah. It’s a pleasure to see you, My dear. What are we doing around here if you don’t mind me asking?” He tilted his head and leaned a bit more forwards towards you, curious to hear your response.

“Oh! I’m making caramel apples!” You exclaim happily. “Ahh. That’s wonderful. How are they turning out so far? Have they tasted very good or have the apples been rotten within?” Alastor chuckled to himself, amused by his own joke. He had a dark sense of humor but sometimes his words could be taken seriously. “W-what? Uhm…I don't think so…” You say worriedly, holding up one of the un-caramelized apples and checking it. He laughed and waved a hand. “I’m only joking, dear. I’m sure they’re fine.” Alastor looked down at the apples, still a little suspicious. “You haven’t been eating them have you?” He asks. “Maybe like one or two…but now I’m seriously concerned.” You say, your voice wavering with uneasiness. 

“And you didn’t get sick..?” Alastor tilted his head curiously. He still couldn’t really believe that someone had eaten a couple of the apples that he was now slightly convinced could be rotten. “I ate them like a minute ago….how long does it take for poison to kick in!?” You say, your heart racing with anxiety and paranoia. “Well, that depends on the poison I believe- Wait, did you actually EAT them!?” Alastor asks, now worried as well.

You suddenly feel dizzy, and pass out due to stress. Alastor quickly caught you. He didn’t want you falling to the ground head first and possibly waking up with a huge headache. He held you up by your shoulder and lowered his ear to your mouth, listening for a second to see if you were breathing. Once Alastor heard and felt your breathing he slowly placed you on the ground, but he made sure your head rested against his knee so you would be comfortable.

Alastor was kneeled down beside you, he had his arm holding your hand. His ears twitched and he looked down at you as you awoke again. “Are you alright, my dear?” ​​He hummed softly in thought and gave you a light squeeze of your hand before letting it go. “You just passed out a second ago. I had caught you before you fell and I didn’t want you to get a headache. How are you feeling exactly? Your head isn’t hurting too badly is it?”

“I'm fine.” You reassure him. ​​He nodded his head and looked you up and down for a moment to make sure you didn’t have any wounds that were unnoticed due to your fainting. “You don’t feel sick at all? No nausea or anything?” You shake your head. He relaxed a little more once you said that, no nausea was pretty good. That indicated you weren’t poisoned. “Well, that’s good. Would you like to sit up or something, or perhaps a glass of water-?”

“Can we make the apples together?” You interrupted. Alastor seemed taken aback by your request. He definitely didn’t expect that response from you. Alastor tilted his head questionably and then smiled. “You want to make the apples together.. with me? You actually trust me to do it with you?” He asks. “Yeah, why not?” He chuckled softly and nodded his head in agreement, he was actually really surprised at your enthusiasm and eagerness to work with him. Most of the time he didn’t get many requests to work together with him unless it involved a deal. “Alright, I suppose I’ll help make the apples with you. But no funny business, dear.” You agree and start dipping the apples in the caramel together.

​​Alastor made sure to be cautious with anything to do with food. Especially after just seeing you pass out. He was sure you just fainted from stress and anxiety, but still. He carefully dipped each apple into the caramel, making sure to coat the apple in the thick sticky caramel. ​​Alastor finished coating each apple he dipped into the caramel sauce and had placed each one on its respective plate. This was already a lot more effort that he ever put into one of Charlie’s group activities. He then wiped his gloved hands together to get rid of any caramel that got stuck to his hands. He seemed happy with the outcome of the caramel apples he and you had made together.

“I believe the task is finished…” Alastor says as he finishes cleaning up. “Well, that wasn’t too bad.” He said with a small chuckle. “It was really fun! Thank you for the help!” You say happily. The idea of doing a group activity and actually having fun was a new, almost bizarre concept to Alastor. Especially when it was just making caramel apples. He smiled wider and chuckled. “Yes, it certainly was… entertaining.” 

He looked down at the finished caramel apples and seemed quite pleased that they turned out so well. He was actually quite proud of the work you and he had done, and this was a new feeling to him when it came to group activities. ​​He then looked at you and tilted his head softly with a smile. “Perhaps we’ll do more activities together in the future, my dear.” Alastor says. “That would be fun.” You say as you pick up the tray with the apples and put them in the fridge. “I’ll see you later!” Alastor nodded as he watched you take the tray to the fridge. A part of him felt kind of warm inside which was strange. Was it from the group activity? He wasn’t sure, but it was… different and warm. He smiled a little wider watching you walk off. “I’ll see you later, my dear.” He says with content.

[voxslays]

HAPPY FLUFFMAS!

Decorating the Tree

Can we build a snowman?

Present Shopping

Gift Giving

Wrapping Gifts

Making a Gingerbread House

Sweater Weather

Snowball Fight

Mistletoe Part 2

Secret Santa

EXTRA HOLIDAY FICS:

Hazbin on Ice

Holiday Shopping

Note: I am extremely tired from writing every day, so I shortened the list. I apologize it doesn’t match with the image above. Ty <3

I’m so excited for the holidays this year lol. Ik I technically didn’t finish the Haztober prompts, but that was bc I got logged out of this acc. I WILL finish these prompts. I promise. Trust. <3

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[voxslays]

could you pretty pls make a velvette x reader one of the haztober days?

COSTUME PARTY

Featuring >>> Vees x Reader (separately); In which, you run into them at a Halloween party, and find yourselves under similar circumstances.

✪ VOX ✪

It was the night of the Voxtek Halloween party, a yearly tradition where the Vee’s threw a huge gala-like party and invited anyone relevant or famous at the time. The invitation list commonly included overlords, Goetia’s, popstars, and actors. One year Lucifer himself even attended. One of the reasons why you were shocked to see the host, Vox, standing in the corner. His presence is imposing, commanding attention without saying a word. His sharp gaze misses nothing, taking in the extravagant costumes and the way the guests interact with each other. His screen lighting up as he puts on his showman persona whenever someone influential stops by.

“Howdy Vox.” You say jokingly, referencing your costume. This year, you were a cowgirl. Vox's gaze snaps towards you as you approach him, his eyes flicking over your costume appreciatively. A small smile plays on his lips as he takes in your attire. “Well, well, if it isn’t a cowgirl. And here I thought you’d go as some mythical creature.” He grins. “Well surprise~” You let out a soft laugh. “So…what are you supposed to be?” You ask, looking him up and down.

“A media mogul.” Vox looks down at his suit, which is identical to the ones he wears to work every day. His only nod to the holiday is a small, golden pin in the shape of a television screen affixed to his lapel. He raises an eyebrow at you. “It’s Halloween. You could’ve atleast tried a little. Both Valentino and Velvette did.” Vox’s expression turns icy at the mention of his partners. He looks around the room, his eyes lingering on a few of the more extravagant costumes before settling back on you. “I don’t need a costume to stand out in a room full of pretenders.” You hum melodically. “Whatever you say.”

Vox's expression softens slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He leans against the wall, his posture relaxed. “You're not going to argue with me? No snappy comeback or clever retort?” You roll your eyes, clutching your drink tighter. “Why would I waste my time with someone so boring?” You taunt. ​​Vox's eyes narrow, a flash of annoyance crossing his face. He steps closer to you, his voice low and dangerous. "Careful, little cowgirl. Push me too far and you might find yourself in a situation you can't charm your way out of."

You hold his gaze, unblinking. After a moment, Vox's face breaks into a wide, predatory grin. "You're playing with fire, you know that? But if you're really not afraid, maybe we should find a private room and...discuss this further." You giggle softly, taking another sip of your beverage. “Only if you’re up for that Mr. Vox.” You tease, brushing the corner of his screen. Vox's breath hitches slightly at your touch, his screen flickering in response. His eyes darken, the predatory grin never leaving his face. "Oh, darling, I'm always up for a challenge."

☆ VELVETTE ☆

The Vees were throwing a Halloween party. They did every year. Over the past year, you had worked closely with Valentino, helping him improve his scripts, and helped Vox with his numbers. However, there was one Vee you didn’t like. Velvette. No matter what you did, she always seemed to critique you, always insulting your outfits, saying how ‘she would never be caught dead in them’. So you were shocked when you showed up to the annual Halloween party in matching witch costumes. 

Velvette's head snaps up when she sees you walking in, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your matching witch costume. “Oh, for fuck's sake...” She groans, burying her face back in her arms. “Not you too...” She mutters under her breath, clearly unimpressed. “Aww…sad you can’t criticize me, Velvette?” You ask, mockingly. Velvette's head shoots back up, her eyes flashing with anger. She leans forward on the couch, her voice dripping with venom. "Criticize you? Honey, if I had a dollar for every time I've wanted to rip apart one of your outfits, I'd be rich."

“You can’t tonight, can you?” You bend down, looking into the eyes of the shorter overlord. Velvette's face contorts into a sneer, her arms crossing over her chest. "No, I can't..." She leans back on the couch, her eyes traveling over your body, taking in the details of your costume. "You actually look...pretty.” She huffs. Your eyes widen for a split second, before resuming their neutral gaze. “Aww thanks Velvette.” You pat the small overlord on the head. ​​"Don't get used to it." She mutters, her face flushing slightly as she realizes she had just paid you a compliment. “Just....stop talking before you ruin it.” Velvette sits up and glares at you, her cheeks glowing a dark crimson color. 

Thinking the conversation was over, you turn to walk away. Velvette gently grabs your arm, pulling you closer. ​​She huffs, crossing her arms and pursing her lips. "Hey, don't think this makes us friends or something, okay?" She pauses, then adds grudgingly. "or that I'll go easy on you in the future." You simply smirk. “I wouldn’t expect any less.” Velvette's expression softens slightly, a hint of vulnerability flickering in her eyes before she masks it with her usual scowl. "Good." She grumbles, turning her attention back to her phone, her earlier outburst seemingly forgotten.

✧ VALENTINO ✧

​​You had just arrived at the Vees annual Halloween party, wearing your kitty costume, which was decked out in black and red crystals. You were standing at the beverage table, pouring yourself a glass of (probably) spiked punch from the impressive cocktail fountain. "So, what's your name, Sweetheart?" Valentino asks as he approaches the table, leaning back. His four arms sprawling out casually, but his red, pupil-less eyes remain focused on you. "And what brings a pretty little thing like you to my party?"

“I was invited by Vox.” You say, remembering the tech overlord who you had known for almost half a century. "Ah, the big brain himself, I should've known." Valentino chuckles, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "Well, I must say, Vox has great taste.” You take a sip of your drink, before quickly spitting it out. It was bitter and had an acidic, sour tang. You quickly tossed it in the nearest garbage can, managing to hit the can before the glass hit the ground, shattering all over the floor. “I’ll go clean that up.” You say, beginning to walk away.

"Hold up, carniño." Valentino stands up, his four arms moving with ease as he reaches out and grabs your arm. "You're not cleaning up that mess. I've got people for that." He looks you up and down, his red eyes gleaming with interest. "You know, I could use someone like you around here." He says, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. "Someone with a little attitude, a little spirit. And Vox says you're reliable, so that's a bonus." He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling your ear.

He gently lifts up your chin. "I'm offering you a job, Sweetheart." He pulls back, looking at you with a predatory grin. "Work for me at my studio. I can promise you fame, fortune, and experiences you've never even dreamed of." His four hands move to your shoulders, squeezing gently. “Look..uhm..Valentino-” He presses a finger to your lips. “Val sweetheart.” Valentino says, grinning. “Val.” You correct yourself. “I just, I already work for Vox, and I’m not interested in your industry.” He chuckles, his finger still pressed against your lips. "Well, let me make you an offer you can't refuse." He leans in closer, his face inches from yours. "Work for me part-time. Just a few hours a week."

“And the catch?” Valentino grins, his pink teeth and saliva on full display. "The catch is that you'll be my...personal assistant." He grins mischievously, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll handle my schedule, run my errands, that sort of thing. And in exchange, I'll pay you generously." You pause. “I'll consider it.” Valentino's grin widens, clearly pleased with your response. "I thought you might see it my way." He removes his finger from your lips and stands up, his four arms reaching out to help you up. "Excellent."

[voxslays]

Hazbin Hotel “Haztober” Prompt List

I personally love love love Flufftober, Angstober, Kinktober, and Fictober! That’s why this year I am making my own! Every day I will write about one (or more) Hazbin Characters, using the daily prompts below:

Day 1: Making Caramel Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: ‘We fell in love in October.’

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Dinner Parties

Day 8: The night I lost you

Day 9: The night I found you

Day 10: Love Potion

Day 11: The Elevator~

Day 12-15: The One (Series)

Day 16: By The Fireplace

Day 17: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 18: For a Fortnight

Day 19: Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice

Day 20: Jumping in a leaf pile

Day 21: Making Cookies!

Day 22: Kissing (and singing) In the rain

Day 23: The red means I love you~!

Day 24: Under the Weather

Day 25: Black Cats

Day 26: Apple Pies

Day 27: Full Moon

Day 28: Underneath the Sky

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat/Halloween

Day 32: Supriseee!!!

I’m super not excited to torture myself into writing everyday…but in the end…it will be so worth it!

Masterlist

[voxslays]

WELCOME TO THE SHOW ᯓ★

Hi! I’m Rory, welcome to my humble blog. I use she/her pronouns. I mainly write x reader fics. Below you can find my individual masterlists, and if you scroll down you will see both my rules for asks and other little fics and Hazbin drabbles. Thank you!

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist Helluva Boss Masterlist Squid Games Masterlist

Angel’s Moodboard ⟡ Charlie’s Moodboard ⟡ Cherri’s Moodboard ⟡ Fat Nugget’s Moodboard ⟡ Lucifer’s Moodboard V1 & V2 ⟡ Rosie’s Moodboard ⟡ Vox’s Moodboard V1 & V2 ⟡ Vaggie’s Moodboard ⟡ Velvette’s Moodboard ⟡ Vees Moodboard ⟡ Niffty Moodboard ⟡ Husker Moodboard

“Jail is fun.” Stanley Pines x Reader ⟡ “Howdy, Striker!” Striker x Reader ⟡ Haztober 2024 Masterlist ⟡ Fluffmas 2024 Masterlist ⟡

Elle Woods! Reader ⟡ Hazbin Men as Dads ⟡ Hazbin Women as Moms Thanksgiving with Hazbin ⟡ Snowball Fight(s) ⟡ Mistletoe ⟡ Tears of Gold Mistletoe Part 2 ⟡ Adam and Alastor fighting over the Reader ⟡ Adamsapple x Reader Headcannons ⟡ Secret Santa ⟡ Polyandry ⟡ Incorrect Quotes 1 ⟡ Incorrect Quotes 2 ⟡ Incorrect Quotes 3

Hi! Welcome to the blog. As some of my previous anons may know, I am pretty open to most stuff (SFW, NSFW, romantic, platonic, etc.) however, in the past I have gotten a couple requests that I did not fulfill for various reasons—and that’s totally my fault for not specifying, so here is what I won’t write:

Bodily fluids (iykyk).

Incest, pedophilia, or beastiality/zoophiles.

Characters that haven’t appeared in the show! (I actually had someone request for someone named Travis?? This also unfortunately applies to Baxter and Abel until season two of Hazbin releases as well.)

Extreme BDSM, rape, or torture.

Male!Readers.

OCs, Canon ships (unless they are x reader) or character x character.

I am a white female, so I might make a few writing mistakes that I don’t even notice because of that. I’m sorry if it brings you out of the story. I’ve had a few comments about it, and I apologize.

Characters I currently write for: Hwang In-ho ✮ Lee Myung-gi ✮ The Salesman ✮ Nam-Gyu ✮ Thanos ✮ Gi-hun ✮ Kang Dae-ho ✮ Alastor ✮ Vox ✮

That’s all I can think of at the moment—however I will add more if necessary. I am open to writing for other characters besides the ones listed as long as they have made an appearance in the show. Thank you for reading my rules, I hope to see you guys in my ask box soon!

Ask Box Status = Open

© voxslays — these are all my original works, please do not copy, modify, steal, or translate any of my works on any platform, thank you. <3

[voxslays]

I’ll write for the two most popular (three if they are tied.)

[jennifersylvesters]

harrison osterfield aesthetic

[jennifersylvesters]

osterfield october month!

               hello friends ~

as a way to get back into writing / celebrate harrison osterfield, i’ve decided to create “osterfield october” month. this means that i will ( hopefully ) be posting a fic part / oneshot each week. if that doesn’t happen, then i’ll probably post a gif / gif set in its place. might fuck around and finish “not so subtle”. no i won’t. we all know i won’t. there will also be thotty thursdays / harrison hoeing hours where you can send in thotty thoughts on ya boi 😏

i’ll be tagging everything under the tag of osterfield october. thotty thursdays / harrison hoeing hours will be tagged under - no surprise - harrison hoeing hours and thotty thursdays.

[jennifersylvesters]

I keep having weird fluffy dreams about Harrison and they won't stop. His cute lil face haunts me. RIP

okay mood. i literally had a dream about him a couple days ago just running errands and wow my heart was soft af waking up. this isn’t v thotty of us but i appreciate the participation. here’s a insta story harrison gif for that

[jennifersylvesters]

it’s thotty thursday 😏

feel free to send in any head canons / confessions / speculations about harrison osterfield. let your hoe flag fly, fam. you’re also welcome to send in any blurb requests about harrison as well  😉

[ao3feed-larry]

Nailed By Louis

by haztobegood

It had started as a joke, just two months earlier. Louis had tried to make recipe from HarrySizzles Instagram account. It looked doable: no strange ingredients, no scary kitchen machinery. Just a simple layered lettuce salad. The result had been catastrophic. His friends had laughed so hard at the disgusting appearance of his salad, and after a few drinks, Louis had been convinced to start his own Instagram to track his food failures.

Words: 1964, Chapters: 2/4, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Instagram, Food Blogger Harry, Louis Tomlinson Can't Cook, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Eventual Smut

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/2wHZpgp