#helluva boss satan x reader

[lilithlovessapphires]

What will have if Satan introduce you to the other sins and revealed that he your boyfriend want will be the sins reaction and also Satan boyfriend is a escape sinner of the pride ring (Btw I love your content, he’s a flower 🌺 🌹🌸💐🌷🌻🥀🌼💮🪷🪻🎴)

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒/𝐎 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 8𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 2024 (07:49 𝐏.𝐌.)

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫🦆

🦆 (𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭).

🦆 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

🦆 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

🦆 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 "𝐖𝐓𝐅?!" 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫.

🦆 "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍?!?!"

𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛 🐝

🐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬' 𝐒/𝐎.

🐝 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

🐝 𝐁𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲:

🐝 "𝐇𝐨𝐰...? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐘/𝐍!"

𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 💙

💙 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞:

💙 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

💙 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧.

💙 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 💸

💸 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

💸 "𝐏𝐖𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇! 𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐒/𝐎! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐇𝐔𝐇?!"

💸 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

💸 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

💸 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.

💸 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐰.

[enbyenvy666]

i just can't

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

based on something i discovered about myself recently 🤭

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, gn!reader x various, vibrator, reader takes medication (brief implication of poor mental health), reader has trouble coming, no beta we die like men w/c - 0.4k

“I told you, I can’t cum.”

It felt like it was the umpteenth you had to repeat yourself. You loved your partner, you truly did, and you knew he was coming from a good place when he asked you if you finished. He just wanted you to feel as good as you made him, but you couldn’t through no fault of your own. It was a medication you had taken for years, one of the side effects being the inability to orgasm. Sure, it was frustrating at times but it was a necessary evil in exchange for better mental health.

“Are you sure?” He would ask again, already reaching down to touch between your thighs. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” you would always respond, silencing his next argument with a kiss. “You still made me feel amazing baby.”

It was always sweet of him to try, you had rubbed yourself raw many times before, but it was all in vain. That was until he came home and proudly presented a vibrator. It was shaped like a long bullet and hot pink in colour, by twisting the bottom of it the vibrations became stronger, and despite its simplistic design, the way it strongly buzzed in your hand had you impressed. 

Eager to use it, he quickly had you on the bed, naked and moaning. The stretch of his cock had a familiar feeling burning inside you, but you never wanted him to stop. He almost got lost in the moment, fucking into your tight hole and savouring your sweet whimpers made him forget his goal. On the lowest setting, he ran the vibrator over your nipples, giving you a taste of what was to come—down your belly and between your thighs, touching it to every sensitive spot on your sex.

Every jolt of pleasure the toy sent through you had your back arching, tightening around his fat cock still thrusting inside your slick hole. Feeling you squeeze him particularly tight, he held the vibrator on that bundle of nerves that had you breathless, nails clawing down his back. Before you even realised what had happened, you were crying his name as your body tensed and legs shook, feeling as if something in your core snapped and released, your body now sticky with your cum.

His hips stilled, still balls deep inside your guts, and drew the vibrator away, staring down at you with wide eyes. Your eyes were equally as wide, panting to catch your breath. His lips stretched into a smirk, keeping his eyes locked with yours and he turned the vibrator up, bringing it back between your legs. 

It was time to make up for all those years. 

𓍊𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Hawks, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Lucifer (OM), Satan (OM), Mammon (OM), Solomon (OM), Diavolo (OM), Lucifer Morningstar (HH), Asmodeus (HB)

[obeymefictionwriting]

Brothers on Your Anniversary!

This blog honestly gives me so much life, thank you so much for reading and enjoying it! I hope you'll love this hc as much as I do <3

Lucifer

Lucifer has been planning your anniversary like half a year in advance

Meaning, the guy is C O N F I D E N T

You might think he'd be the type to take you to a fancy restaurant and such but he will actually plan the date according to your specific preferences

Doesn't mean he won't get you a huge-ass bouquet with the rarest Devildom flowers

Is actually pretty nervous since it's his first ever anniversary in a relationship and he is a control freak and want it to be perfect for you

Will kiss your knuckles softly and will then twirl you around, effortlessly spinning you in a smooth dance

Gifts you an intricate and beautiful pendant with his love confession engraved on it

"I'm looking forward to the eternity with you by my side, my love"

Mammon

The day will be 10000000% dedicated to you

Shopping spree, any restaurant you want, any activity you wish to try - just say a word

Holding hands 24/7 everywhere, proudly showing you to literally EVERYONE

"Dat's right, dat's my baby and damn we hit 1 year together!"

Is so proud of you being near him that he almost tears up

Poor boy has never had a relationship and is now determined to keep you forever

At the end of the night, will blush heavily as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss

"I'm s-so happy we are t-together...Thanks for dealing with my dumb ass..."

Levi

Decides to surprise you with a kick-ass 3-course dinner cooked entirely by him, obviously

Is EXTREMELY nervous but tries not to show it

Gets you a matching set of pjs and a super cute necklace

Proposes to watch some anime or movies and secretly hopes you'd say yes, because he doesn't feel like going out and wants to be just the two of you this evening

Holds your hand all the time

Plays with your hair lazily and grins

"Can't believe got a person like you to be my partner"

Satan

Classic romance is his thing

Be sure he'll take you to a small and cozy but ridiculously expensive place

He'll insist you two dress up because "the occasion is so very special"

Out of all brothers, is most likely to propose on your anniversary

After dinner, will probably take you to the nearest park; champagne and blanket ready

(oops, a momentary cat distraction)

Showers you with affection and can't keep his hands and eyes off you

"Kitten, I'm honored to be loved by someone like you"

Asmodeus

Mhmmm an anniversary... so exciting!

Plans out a whole day dedicated just to you two

Spa, fancy dinner, shopping, massage - all included!

It's the first time ever for him to care so much about someone else and he is dedicated to make this day unforgettable

"I have a special something just for you"

RENTS THE WHOLE RESTAURANT TO SLOW-DANCE WITH YOU IN THE CANDLE LIGHT

"Honey, you have immense power over me and I surrender to you now and forever"

Beelzebub

He loves you so much that he actually wants to make it NOT about food

The things is, he has no idea what else to do... like... sports, maybe?

You notice how tensed he is and directly ask what's up

Reluctantly agrees to your offer to just eat somewhere and then cuddle home with snacks

"I tried to think of something unique because you deserve the best"

Wraps his hands around you and won't let go

Offers you head massage and just uses any excuse to touch you

"Y'know... You are my dearest person"

Belphie

Actually MAKES AN EFFORT

An attic, stargazing, a bottle of wine, and amazing fruits and sweets - just how good does it sound?

Presents you with a photo album filled with your mutual photos; a sweet note going with every photo

"You made my life full of memories that I'd cherish forever"

Kisses you softly all the time and braids your hair delicately

Loves this moment of peace and happiness but is a teeny tiny bit worried you might have preferred something more outdoorsy

"Just stay with me always, okay?"

[vesppperoro]

I loved the hasbin hotel with the sin of envy imagine the dating the sin of wrath.

The way I see most sins is the obey me versions were the sin of wrath is a cat loving book reading demon who you don't want to anger.

Sin of Envy!Reader x Satan, Sin of Wrath

Includes: Envy!Reader and Satan.

A/N: I actually take inspiration from Obey Me! I’ll base the Sin of Wrath off of Satan!

You met Satan through Asmodeus. He introduced the both of you because of your similar tastes.

You and Satan spoke for a bit and you learned a bunch about each other.

He learned that your favorite book was his own. He also learned you loved cats just as much as he did.

From that day on, the both of you became friends.

You’d visit the Wrath ring to see him and he’d visit the Envy ring to see you.

You two hung out almost all the time. People even started saying you two were attached at the hip.

You two even ended up adopting a Hell Cat together!

Satan always comes to your performances and sometimes even participates in them.

You two are also a force to be reckoned with. If either of you are angry, the other one gets angry too. If you’re both angry, hell breaks loose.

Your powers and his powers are perfect opposites. Your people are sea people/Glamours and can manipulate water. His people can manipulate fire and are desert-like creatures. Perfect opposites.

You two also get together every other day to read books. You both have similar tastes, so this made you even closer.

One day, you realized you had developed a crush on Satan.

You found yourself thinking about him and his charm whenever he was away.

You wanted to confess to him, but you didn’t know how.

You talked to Ozzie about it and he gave you some advice.

You took it to heart, but went to ask Beelzebub as well. She was your best friend, so why wouldn’t you?

She was SO happy that you trusted her with that and she gave you SO much advice.

Ozzie told you to be honest, while Beel told you to ease into it and flirt with him.

You didn’t know which to listen to, but you didn’t have to think for long.

Satan came up to you and confessed while holding your favorite book.

You two ended up getting together.

Everyone loves both of you. They started calling your ship SeaCat. You two played into it and named a club SeaCat.

You both hang out almost all the time and would fight together as well.

You protected his Imps while he protected your Glamours.

If anyone says anything to either of you, you both go after their head.

He’s a BIG cuddle bug, so expect his clingy ass to walk to your home and break in just to live on you.

Dates at Ozzie’s. You two have your own private room, curtesy of Asmodeus of course.

You two also go to other rings for dates as well.

He’s also very… how do I say it. Cheesy? The first time you two fucked, he put roses on your bed and you laughed your ass off.

You two are couple goals. Almost just as much so as Asmodeus and Fizz.

[yourdearestaliengerbil]

Places in the Human World That I Feel Like They Would Love

Fandom: Obey me! Shall We Date TW: None Relationships: Satan x GN!Reader, Mammon x GN!Reader, Lucifer x GN!Reader

-Lucifer

Thrift stores

This may seem strange since he seems to prefer more “classy” places but 

It's so vintage and old, that he feels like a kid in a candy store 

He tries to hide his excitement but you can see it in his eyes

He loves these places, he’s almost like an old man and it is so endearing 

You definitely have to look through every single record with him and he’ll always buy a few

Maybe even inviting you to listen to them with him at home

Sometimes you find really weird or funny ones that you like to put on whenever he is stressed to put him in a silly mood (not that he gets in those, or so he claims)

Sometimes the two of you get matching suits from the store

And he pretends to hate it so so much

It's just weird to him, to be wearing a stranger's clothing

But you like it and he likes you

-Mammon

Gas stations

They probably have them in the devildom too but something about those fluorescent lights and bright signs at night in the human world hits differently

The two of you will stop at one of these during a midnight drive to take a slushie break

You'd get your favorite flavor

And he'd want every flavor

And then you'll end up saving yours and drinking most of his after paying

It just tastes better because it's his

And he really doesn't mind sharing his slushy with you, as long as he can have yours in return

By the time the two of you reach the car, you're both left in giddy excitement

And it’s late but you guys dont care, you just sit by the gas pump

You'll laugh and talk and giggle about everything

You two always seem to be in that "honeymoon" stage

And

It’s everything all in one moment

Just the two of you enjoying this moment together, not thinking of anything but how much you love one another

Then when you start driving again, the two of you are screaming your favorite songs to one another, while getting over a brain freeze

-Satan

This one is kind of a given

A Barnes & Noble

Or a 2nd-N-Charles

He loves spending hours with you walking around the store and just 

Reading everything he can get his hands onto 

The amount of books he buys at each visit could definitely fund the store alone for a good few months 

Oh and you know that as soon as the two of you get home he'll want to have a day with you all to himself where you both read aloud to one another

You would stay up for hours on end that night, just trying to get a book read

I like to think that he'd start with the biggest one just so that he has to hear your voice for hours as you sit in-between his lap reading

And when it gets too late and you fall asleep, he'll close the book and tuck you in

[deadlynavigation]

Satan's My Fuckbuddy

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Blitzø x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, brief mention of smut in the beginning and end.

Author's Note: Sorry Lilith. More of this to come, guys. I may turn this into a series.

I do not own Helluva Boss. Pls don't come after me.

Do not copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works or their assets.

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"You know, you could've told me you and the big boss himself used to fuck," Blitzø pants, his head turning to look back at the city's firey ruins.

"Oh, sorry," you respond breathlessly, a sickly sweet smile spready across your face. "I wasn't aware that little bit of information would lead to us running from a burning city after almost being banned from everything Hell has to offer!" By the time you finish your rant, you're almost screaming, and Blitzø's put another foot of space between you two.

A boom sounds from behind you, followed by a large crash. "How many times have I told you-" your boss yells over the noise. "Sleeping with rich assholes that live six fucking rings down never ends well!"

"You think I listen to your rants about rich assholes?" You shout over another boom. A boom which sounded way too close for comfort, so you pick up the pace, Blitz doing the same.

You're almost to the elevator that will ship you back to Imp City. The isolated building that holds such transportation is in your line of sight, only a few yards or so away. And if your luck holds, you'll get there with minimal injuries-

It's too easy. Blitz's eyes widen as he realizes this, and turns over his shoulder to glance at the literal devil chasing you both.

Shit.

"Time to start sprinting, toots." Blitz turns back in a panic. Even from your peripheral vision, you can see his wide eyes and anxious expression, which prompts you to look where he had seconds ago.

What you see has you moving faster than you've ever moved before. Lucifer himself is on your tail, his devil form taking the place of his standard, human-like form. His feathered wings are spread, blocking the red sky from view. His horns are larger than usual, and his face could make any sinner fall to their knees.

Hot.

After a moment of staring at Lucifer in all his glory, you stop running. Your breaths slow and your heart stops trying to escape from your chest as you blink slowly in realization.

Blitz turns around once he notices the absense of your footfalls, only to find you completely still with Satan quickly catching up.

"Are you fucking insane?!" Your boss shrieks.

You shake your head. "Nope, just realistic. We're not gonna outrun the Devil. Why try and get in even more trouble with him?"

Blitz looks at you like you just said Moxxie was right about something. After he stands like that for a long second and comes to terms with your statement, he sighs, walking up to you as he rubs his forehead.

"If we get killed by this guy, you're paying for my next horse-riding lesson."

Your snarky response is droned out by Lucifer dropping to his feet in front of the both of you. He looks ready to rip every limb from your body and then feed them to the other's corpse, but he restrains himself, taking a deep breath and folding his wings in.

"Have you any idea what you've done, imp?" He says in a deep voice, his every syllable sending chills down your spine.

Blitz goes to respond, but you know him talking will only worsen the situation. So, you jump in, shoving a hand over your boss's mouth and speaking.

"Yes, My Lord. And from the bottoms of our hearts, we apologize, but we really must get going-"

Lucifer holds up a hand, commanding your silence. He blinks at you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows. His true form slowly melts away as he studies you.

"Y/n?" He questions softly, as though he thought he'd never see you again.

You purse your lips, half in fear, half in annoyance. Lucifer has always done things on his own time (not including his fall, of course), and that doesn't seem to have changed.

"Yup." You eventually force out. The Devil blinks one more before a smile starts to dawn on his face.

"Heyy, how've you been? Long time no see," And he brings you into a bro hug like you're long-lost friends and not past fuckbuddies.

"I've been great," you respond hesitantly once he releases you from the hug. Maybe being casual, playing it cool, will release you from the Devil's clutches. "Got another job, made some new friends. What about you?"

Lucifer beams with your reciprocation of friendliness. "Yes, I've heard of your developing social life. Al says hi, by the way. And life is great; Charlie's in on another project- I think it's a hotel -and no demons have caused an uproar. It's practically paradise."

"Good, good. Listen, it's been a good chat, but could we schedule for another time? I kinda have somewhere to be." It's not a lie- you do want to get home soon. Where there are no Satans chasing you down for small talk.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Do you still have that number? I'll text you the address of a nice little tea shop for next week."

"Looking forward to it," You laugh nervously and start backing away, grabbing Blitz while doing so. "All righty, I'll see you then!" And with that, you're off, walking as quickly as possible without running.

It's silent until you get into the huge elevator that'll ship you back to Imp City. Blitz is next to you, giving you a weird look.

"What?" You snap.

"Was he good in bed?"

"BliTZ-"

"Hey, he almost blew us up. I deserve an answer, at least."

You sigh. "Is that what you think?"

"Yes, it is." Your boss responds, slouching into his spot as though preparing to wait you out.

The elevator is quiet while your resolve holds for a solid two seconds.

"He did this thing-"

"Fuck yeah he did. He's Satan." Blitz interrupts.

You hit him with a glare. "Do you want this or not?"

"I do, I do. Sorry. Go on."

You stare at him a moment longer before continuing. "This thing with his hands-"

"I'd be disappointed if he didn't."

"BLITZ."

What do you think? Series or no? OR I branch out and do Hazbin Hotel oneshots? Let me know!

[nixie-writes]

Fem Reader As Daughter Of Seven Deadly Sins

I saw something like this a while back and I really enjoyed it so I wanted to give my own spin to it, hope you all like this! This was a big project and I'm glad it's done!

Lucifer: Pride

It wasn't easy being the twin daughter of Lucifer himself. Charlie was a literal rainbow, always cheerful and happy. Meanwhile you were more laid back, more chilled out and less energetic. Not to say you weren't happy, you could have whatever you want at the snap of your fingers, but you weren't very hyper.

Lucifer never picked sides with his daughters, he loved you both equally. He wasn't supportive of Charlie's idea of redemption but you and your mother were. You worked very hard to provide for her.

Many around the hotel were nervous around you. You took more after your father with the short blonde hair and the rosy cheeks and toothy grin. You knew they were scared of you and you took advantage of that, rivaling your sister in demeanor.

Overall you weren't a bad person like your father, nor were you as innocent and loving as Charlie. You just wanted to chill and enjoy the benefits of your family name. That didn't make you a bad demoness, just... different from your sister, who wanted to separate from her father's legacy.

Mammon: Greed

Your father did many things in the name of money and possessions. He had anything any demon would ever want or need. He indulged in food and spent money lavishly, knowing he'd always get more.

That's where you came in. You were his one and only, his prized jewel. He treated you like a princess, sharing his money and possessions with you because he refused to lose you. You had your own maid, your own home for when you settled down with a demon of his choosing and you had your own expensive car.

Mammon was no pushover however. He had strict rules for you to follow. He threw lavish parties more often than need be and always had a dress at the ready for you. He told you who to talk to, what to eat, you had to uphold his reputation as his heiress.

Overall Mammon wasn't a bad father, he was just obsessed with his sin to an unhealthy degree. He loved indulging and was very over protective of what he considered his, including you.

Asmodeus: Lust

Your father ran many night clubs in the Lust ring and around Hell. You, however, stayed far away from that lifestyle. Your father had the job of running lust, you would just be in the background enjoying his less sexual endeavors, such as when he threw balls and you could wear your least revealing dresses.

Your father didn't encourage you to live in the nightclub world, he wanted better for you. He paid for your schooling, your college and he even had money set aside for you to buy a house or rent an apartment of your choosing once you settled down. However you were happy living with your dad.

Your father made sure you had everything you wanted. From clothes to food to a maid or two. While he's the kind of lust and has a reputation to uphold but he had a soft spot for you.

He always made sure you had security when you went out, similarly to the other daughters. He didn't trust demons with you, considering you were the daughter of the king of lust. He cared most about your safety and would sacrifice his reputation as a pimp to keep you safe.

Leviathan: Envy

Your father always got what he wanted but wanted more. He wanted the women Asmodeus had, the attention Leviathan had, the pure power Satan had. He projected that onto you. You were his doll to dress up and show up the other daughters.

That's not to say he treated you poorly. He didn't envy the other daughters, to him you were the best. You had the best complexion, the best attitude, the best everything. He adored you.

Unlike your father you aren't envious of others. You have everything you want, there's no reason to be jealous of others. Instead others were jealous of you. Your father gave you everything you wanted solely so others would be envious of you.

Behind closed doors he was a caring father. He still tucks you in at night and cooks for you. Yes he has servants to do that, and they do that when he's too busy, but in private he loves you enough to do so for you and only you.

Beelzebub: Gluttony

Your mother was an odd woman. She ate a lot, she drank a lot, she threw a lot of parties. She seemed like an irresponsible woman but that couldn't be further from the truth. She knew she had to be gluttonous to keep up her reputation but she did many things for you.

She made sure you had everything you wanted. As the princess of gluttony it wasn't hard for her to get you a surplus of what you wanted. You want a snack? Here's a three course meal. You wanna go on a walk? Here's 25 security guards to keep you safe.

During her parties she encouraged you to go out and make friends with the other daughters but you were never interested. You just wanted to enjoy the food and chatter. You spoke to the other daughters and you all were on good terms but you didn't consider them friends.

Your mother loved you dearly. She still bought you stuffed toys and other cute things. She believed you could never have enough of a good thing.

Satan: Wrath

Your father was easily angered and he held a grudge. He was impolite and snarky to his maids and butlers, he had a high horse attitude around other deadly sins, but he treated you like a princess.

His power in Hell meant you could have whatever you wanted when you wanted it. Be it food, distractions, a new TV whatever you wanted was in the palm of your hand.

You didn't abuse this power however. Unlike your father you were very forgiving and helped the maids and butlers with their work. Your father chided you for doing something below your station but he saw that it made you happy, so he didn't stop you.

Overall your father could be a major pain in the ass because of how sinful he was but when he was alone with you he was like a puppy, doing anything to make you happy because unlike other demons he loved you.

Belphegor: Sloth

Your father was, well, a lazy bum to put it lightly. He never worked for his own things, they were always bought off other deadly sins.

He was lazy, yes, but he took care of you. He made sure you didn't have to lift a finger to do for yourself, which agitated you. You wanted to clean your own room sometimes but he always had maids doing it for you.

You had plenty of sweet foods and plenty of nap times. Your father took naps and often invited you to nap with him. You would just wait until he was asleep, which didn't take long, and slip off back to wherever you wanted to go.

Your father was lazy yes, but he showed his love for you in his own way, by ensuring you never had to do anything for yourself, but he never stopped you from chasing your dreams, whatever they may be.

[katebria97]

Things I will be writing,I will take requests

-Hazbin hotel/helluva boss:(Blitz,Loona,Moxxie,Millie,Alastor,Angel,Charlie,Lucifer,Adam)

-Attack On Titan:(Eren,Levi)

-My Hero Academia:(Izuku,Bakugou,Kirishima,Denki,Shinsou,Shoto,Dabi,Amajiki,Hawks,)

-Honkai Star Rail:(Dr.Ratio,Sampo,Caelus,Dan Heng,Gepard,Welt,Jing Yuan,Blade,)

-Genshin Impact:(Wriothesley,Childe,Xiao,Diluc,Alhaitham,Neuvillette,Kaveh,Kazuha,Itto,Zhongli,Thoma)

Wuthering waves:probably all characters

straykids:all members

demon slayer:unsure(give requests)

-Jujutsu Kaisen:(Toji,Megumi,Gojo,Sukuna,Nanami,Maki,Naoya,Yuji,Yuuta,Inumaki)

-Fairytail:(Natsu,Gray,Romeo,Mest,Yuri,Ezra,Max,Loke,Jellal)

-Seven Deadly Sins(Ban,Melidao,Xanxus)

-Obey Me:(Lucifer,Satan,Mammon,Asmodeus,Belphagor,Leviathan,Beelzebub,)

-Bungou Stray Dogs:(Osamu,Rampo,Junchiro)

-Haikyuu:(Tsukishima,Sugawara,Kuroo,Daichi,Yamaguchi,Kageyama,Osamu,Atsumu,Suna,Kita,Sakusa,Terushima,Tendou,Semi,Bokuto,Akaashi,Oikawa,Iwaizumi)

-Hypnosis Mic:(Doppo,Ichiro,Jyushi,Hifumi,Saburo,Rosho)

-Nijisanji EN:(Vox,Ike,Doppio,Hex,Luca,Shu,Ren,Sonny,Vanta)

(i'll do NSFW and sfw posts)

[akemisjustanemic]

Hi my darlings!<3 Please call me Emi! Any prns<3 (EDITED!)

Fandoms I write for :

Honkai Star Rail

Obey me

Valorant

Hazbin Hotel

Genshin

The arcana

Arcane

Tears of themis

John doe?

Helluva Boss

CoD

AoT

Remember, my list is always being updated!! These are just the ones I'll write for now<3 i write for any characters from this list. I have a lot of other fandoms I'm in so you can request for pretty much anyone and if I don't know them I'll try to get to know them a lil more:) it's okay to request anything, Whether it be romantic or platonic

♡What I'll allow: Most anything.

⁠✧What I won't allow : Large age gaps.

☆Things I'll write the most / Like the most : Yandere, Fluff.

Disclaimer : I'm not very good at writing smut so please, bare with me. I am only a begginer. (And asexual) so it's a little hard for me. But I'll be able to, if anyone asks<3

That's all, have a lovely day or night<3

[cinnamon-galaxies]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩

Pairings: Alastor x gn reader Summary: In which you are an annoying simp and Alastor regrets claiming your soul. Warnings/Tags: gn reader, Emberlynn-coded reader, unrequited love, reader is obsessed with Alastor and he can barely handle it, second-hand embarrassment, really, it gets uncomfortable, a whole bunch of passive aggressiveness and sarcastic remarks, Alastor questions his sanity, reader is annoying af, Alastor being Alastor, trash-fic Wordcount: 3.6k A/N: I had this idea for months but watching the latest Helluva Boss short made me actually want to write it. I hope you like this trash fic. I have many more ideas for funny (and uncomfortable) moments between Alastor and our simping reader. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are always appreciated!

Spin-off: 'Curiosity Killed the Demon'

Masterlist

   Alastor was a man who never felt regret because every move he made was precisely calculated, every action driven by a purpose only he fully understood. He always had an ulterior motive in mind, ensuring that he was the one who came out on top. His every decision was meticulously planned, and every word carefully chosen to keep his game running flawlessly and his grip on control unyielding. He was a mastermind at the top of Hell's food chain. One of the most powerful and feared overlords, a dealmaker at heart, with hundreds – no, thousands – of souls bound to him, all following his every command, terrified of what might happen if they disobeyed. None of them ever dared to challenge their loyalty, always doing as he said. But one in particular stood out: you.

   Some might say you were just another sinner in his vast collection of pawns, but you were different. You followed him like a dog that didn’t even need a leash. When he called, you came. When he gave an order, you were already carrying it out by the time he finished speaking. You were completely, utterly devoted to him. And oh, Satan, were you irritating.

   Alastor remembered the day he met you as if it were yesterday. How could he forget? It was a memory that had burned itself into his mind like a brand on the hind flank of a horse. While most souls came to him begging for help, trading their essence for a taste of power or security, you practically threw yourself at him. Your eyes had been wide as saucers, lips pursed with desperate eagerness, and a strange gleam of excitement had nearly brought tears to your eyes.

   “Please, please, please! I’ll do anything for you!” you had begged, your eyes so wide it seemed like they might pop out of your head.

   Alastor had narrowed his eyes, the static around him crackling with an intensity that made your hairs stand up on your neck. “Anything...?” he had replied with a slow drawl, his grin turning sharp and menacing as he leaned in closer, towering over you. His sharp canines bared in a predatory smile that would make most people flinch, but you… you only seemed more excited.

   Had he known just how annoying you’d become, he might have killed and eaten you right then and there in that dark alleyway. Alastor was a patient man. At least, that's what he let others believe. But you often pushed him to the brink of madness, testing his limits as if you secretly anticipated getting double-killed. Had he considered featuring your squeaky voice on his infamous radio broadcast? More than a few times. The idea alone was deliciously tempting. He often fantasized about the sound of your screams if he ever decided to torture you. Yet, a deep-seated uncertainty always held him back. Some kind of deeply rooted fear that you might actually enjoy it. You were so wildly unpredictable that he couldn’t even tell if you would cry in agony or, disturbingly, moan in pleasure.

   The thought alone horrified him.

   No, he wouldn’t subject himself to that humiliation. If he weren’t already plagued by nightmares, the prospect of you enjoying your torment would certainly give him some. You were already haunting him in his waking life; he couldn’t bear the thought of you invading his rare moments of sleep, too.

   Your existence felt like a cruel joke. A fucked up twist of fate or perhaps the true eternal punishment Hell had in store for him. You were utterly infuriating, a disruptive presence in Hell's chaotic tranquility. And yet, he couldn’t deny that he found some guilty pleasure in your antics. As irritating and nerve-wracking as you were, you were the most entertaining thing he’d encountered in eons. Watching you embarrass yourself without even realizing it, witnessing your clumsiness, your stupidity, and being the object of your obsessive attention, the center of your world, was better than every drug advertised in Pentagram City’s most run-down district. As uncomfortable as you made him feel, Alastor had to admit that he secretly reveled in your desperate need for attention, your never-ending search for his affection and your unwavering, completely blind, loyalty.

   You followed him everywhere he went. Like a lost puppy you’d trail after him with an enthusiastic skip in your step, hopping around like a deer on a wide open field. Alastor didn’t even need to look over his shoulder to know you were there, because you always were. You followed him everywhere. To the bar, to the kitchen, to the hotel’s parlor or his outings. You’d probably even follow him to the bathroom, if you could. You were always there – eyes gleaming with devotion, your adoration conspicuous and radiating around you like the static in Alastor’s presence.

   It was suffocating.

   And he couldn’t even tell what was more terrifying: that you were so focused on him he could always feel your gaze burning through the back of his coat, or that your steps were so silent he couldn’t even hear them despite his almost preternatural hearing. Only an occasional squeak that made you sound like an excited guinea pig actually proved your presence, causing his ears to perk up and twitch in overstimulation.

   “Alastor!” your squeaky voice warbled through the corridors of the Hazbin Hotel and Alastor stopped in tracks, holding his breath in annoyance and his smile twisting into an uncomfortable grimace. With a silent sigh he turned around and tilted his head unnaturally to the side, his red and black hair swinging with the movement like a curtain.

   “Yes, my dear?” he retorted with exaggerated joy, the strain in his voice betraying the forced politeness and tinged with anything but patience. Today was one of those days he found himself regretting his decision to ever put that collar around your neck. He just wanted to be left in peace, not having the nerve to handle your exhausting presence.

   You grinned at him proudly and Alastor could feel his stomach twist, nausea creeping through his guts at the recognition of the lovestruck gleam in your eyes. When you didn’t respond instantly, he narrowed his eyes, his voice losing any of that faked patience, “What is it?”

   You shrugged your shoulders, though your grin didn’t waver. “Nothing!” you exclaimed enthusiastically, “I just wanted you to wait for me!”

   “Ah,” Alastor retorted, unimpressed, the uncomfortable feeling inside his guts increasing. “You know, you don’t have to follow me around everywhere I go,” he said, a subtle hint of irritation in his tone, hoping you'd understand that he wanted to be left alone.

   Your expression didn’t falter. In fact, it became even more eager, the gleam in your eyes so intense that Alastor could see his entire reflection in those dark orbs of yours. “But I want to be present whenever you need my assistance!” you exclaimed, interlacing your fingers in a gesture that resembled a pleading prayer.

   “I can always summon you, if that's the case,” Alastor quickly explained, still not convinced by your flimsy excuse for clinging to him like a parasite.

   “Oh, but I want to be close just in case you forget, my sweet Radio Demon!” you chirped, batting your eyelashes with saccharine devotion.

   Alastor cringed inwardly. Why exactly did he do this to himself again? Oh, yeah, right… He hadn’t yet decided if he wanted to wring your neck or keep you around for entertainment.

   “Well, that's very thoughtful of you,” he replied in a tone dripping with sarcasm. Before he could say more, you let out another joyful squeak. Alastor's ears flattened against his head as the high-pitched noise pierced his eardrums. He saw your eyes widen with delight and silently cursed himself for even attempting to sound polite – even if his words were more of a mocking jab than a genuine compliment. Yet, you seemed to take it as one. You trembled with excitement, your knees bouncing like a jackhammer. It was a wonder your vibrations didn’t send seismic waves rippling through the floor, cracking the occasional brick.

   Alastor let out a sigh. “My dear,” he said, his voice smooth as honey, “your… enthusiasm is truly unmatched. But don’t you have anything better to do than… following me around all the time?”

   You immediately shook your head. “No, Alastor-kun. I’ve devoted myself to being your servant,” you declared with unwavering certainty. “Besides, nothing’s better than being by your side!” You looked up at him with wide, earnest eyes, the adoration in your gaze both unsettling and pathetic. “I want to see everything you do, learn from you, be close to you. You’re just so… incredible!”

   Alastor let out yet another sigh. Although he found your flattery grating, he couldn’t deny the subtle boost to his ego from your words. He knew he was exceptional, but hearing it so explicitly was an indulgence he couldn’t resist. No matter how much you grated on his nerves. “Incredible, you say?” he repeated, and you nodded with such fervor that it was clear you genuinely believed what you were saying, rather than simply using your words to flatter him. “And what, pray tell, do you find so ‘incredible’ about me?”

   You blinked, obviously surprised by the question and took a moment to ponder an answer.

   Alastor chuckled softly. If you were already venturing into this territory, he might as well use it to his advantage and coax you into showering him with even more compliments. It was amusing how effortlessly he could manipulate you into praising him as if he were a deity, a god deserving to be worshiped. And it took barely any effort at all. You were so completely infatuated with him that he imagined you might even write a song for him – if only your singing voice didn't sound like a saw on the verge of breaking.

   “Well,” you mused aloud before gushing, “Everything!” You began to enumerate, counting on your fingers as you spoke, “Your power! Your elegance, your wit, your charisma! The way you command everyone’s attention with just your presence… How people are captivated by you… Your style, your old-fashioned charm, your impeccable sense of humor…”

   Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he listened, struggling to keep up with the torrent of words spilling from your mouth. He stared at you, on the verge of zoning out as he tried to manage the relentless flow of praise. Did you ever need to pause for breath? How could you talk so much without gasping for air?! It was almost impressive…

   “…like I said, everything, Alastor-kun. I mean, you’re the Radio Demon! You’re… absolutely remarkable! And I’d follow you to the end of Hell and back!” you concluded, your endless monologue finally coming to an end. Alastor’s grin widened, not from the sheer volume of praise you’ve just thrown at him, but from the amusement of your desperate eagerness to win his attention. From the moment you met him in that dark alleyway, you had craved his affection. It wasn’t that he had found you helpless – no, you had actively sought him out. Why? He had no idea. He would never understand your obsession nor the full extent of your feelings for him.

   “Why, thank you, my dear…” he forced out between clenched teeth, his jaw tightening without him even realizing it. “It’s always nice to hear how much you admire me, but… let’s not linger on it any longer…” he added, his voice betraying the discomfort that always crept in whenever you were near.

  You stared at him, your confusion practically palpable. “Why?” you asked, genuinely confused and a bit taken aback by his abrupt change in tone. “You asked me what I think of you. I’m just being honest!”

   Indeed, he had. But he hadn’t expected you to gush on endlessly like the Niagara Falls – even though, by now, he should’ve known better. Why did he even ask, knowing full well you were unpredictable and always found a way to annoy him further? Was your presence really so irritating that he tended to forget his usual caution? Alastor was a polite man after all and he valued manners above all else. 

   Manners.

   Manners, manners, manners.

   He prided himself on manners. But you? You weren't worth any of them. He needed to remember that.

   “Oh, my dear, I’m only concerned that your little brain might overheat from thinking too hard. We wouldn’t want you to strain yourself and get a headache, would we?” he replied, his tone thick with mockery, every word dripping with sarcasm. He could see your eyes widen and your pupils dilating.

   “Aww, Alastor-kun, you're so considerate!” you cooed, entirely missing the veiled insult.

   Alastor chuckled, his lips curling into an exaggerated smile while his eyes narrowed, feigning a semblance of care. Your delusion was almost painful to watch, though there was a certain dark humor to it.

   “Why, I'm simply concerned about your well-being! After all, too much... admiration could lead to a most unfortunate accident,” he continued, flashing his sharp teeth in a menacing grin, a predatory glint in his eyes. His pupils shifted to radio dials for a quick second and the static around him crackled in a dangerous intensity. The threat in his words was clear, but knowing you, you’d probably overlook it entirely, twisting it into yet another misguided belief that he cared about you. Which he didn’t. Alastor cared for very few people, and you were certainly not one of them.

   A strange sound – something akin to a dying hamster’s squeak – escaped your lips and ripped him out of his reverie as you started bouncing up and down again. Alastor couldn’t help but wonder, for a second time, how the floor beneath you didn’t give way and send you tumbling several floors down, far away from him and into a dark, twisted corner of Hell where you would never bother him again. Or maybe you would just break enough of your limbs to keep you from trailing after him for at least the next six weeks... Either way, the image in his head was delightfully hilarious, and he nearly chuckled, wishing to some kind of higher being to let this tiny mishap come true.

   “Aww, you’re so thoughtful! You really do care about me, Alastor-kun!” you chirped, and Alastor’s eye twitched. There it was – your joyful exclamation of utter delusion. Yikes.

   Alastor took a deep breath, his grip tightening around his cane. “Oh, yes… care…” he drawled. “Your well-being is... of utmost importance... so, considering you’ve been trailing after me all day… and the days before… and the weeks… and months…” he continued, his voice growing weaker with each word, “how about you take a break? Leave the hotel, spend some time with yourself, explore the streets of Pentagram City...” and hopefully never return… he finished in his head. His smile was sharp, his face settling into that same threatening expression as before.

   You waved a dismissive hand, grinning with a wide, toothy smile. “Don’t worry about me! I always feel so good around you!” you exclaimed with fervor, and Alastor suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. There it was again – that relentless, infuriating optimism that clung to you like a bad stench, no matter how much he tried to wash it away. How were you always so blissfully unaware of his disdain?

   “My, my! Such dedication... I’m almost flattered. But… have you ever considered, oh, I don’t know… finding a hobby? Far, far away from me, perhaps?” he said through clenched teeth, realizing yet again that he was still being far too kind. Why couldn’t he just scare you away? Were you really so pathetic that he couldn’t bring himself to be outright rude? Your antics must have really been some kind of messed up guilty pleasure for him…

   You tilted your head and straightened your back, gazing up at him with those unsettlingly large eyes. “Oh, but you are my hobby, Alastor-kun! My absolute favorite! Watching you, learning from you, serving you – it’s all I ever want to do! You’re my senpai, Alastor! My favorite deer boy!”

   Alastor’s eyes widened, and his grin began to falter, teetering on the edge of a frown, his expression one of sheer disbelief. Your... ‘senpai’? What in all seven circles of Hell was a ‘senpai’?! He might have considered asking Angel Dust the next time he saw that spider if he weren’t already convinced that the explanation would just traumatize him further. And did you really just call him ‘deer boy’?!

   His eye twitched once more, and then something inside him snapped.

   Alastor’s eyes darkened, the crimson on the verge of turning black again, the static increasing around him, crackling with charged malevolence. “Careful, my dear,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his sharp claws scratching the top of his cane with a metallic screech. “You’re walking on dangerous territory.” He stepped closer, looming over you like a tower of deep red and black, intimidating and far from pleased. He slowly got furious, the discomfort slowly turning into something he should’ve felt much earlier. Through narrowed eyes, he watched you flinch, though you didn’t step back. Instead, you straightened your back and tilted your head to look up at him, your mouth moving in a way that indicated that you were nervously biting your lip.

   Alastor’s smile widened at the sight, his yellow teeth flashing in the dim corridor, and the lights began to flicker around you, their energy drawn off by the crackling static around him. One blink, and his eyes turned black again, ticking radio dials replacing his irises, blood-red and dangerous as the demon himself. It took him only a flick of his hand to conjure the leash around your neck, its invisible form taking shape and turning solid glowing green.

   “If you insist on being a loyal little shadow, then perhaps I should teach you some manners,” he hissed, leaning down slightly, his grin stretching unnervingly wide. The collar tightened around your neck, a cold, burning sensation seeping through your bones as his words dug into your skin like jagged glass, a painful reminder of his control. He tugged on the leash, and you stumbled forward, eyes wide, your breath catching in your throat.

   “My, my…” he continued, flicking his tongue with a repeated motion that created a smacking sound, both unsettling and provocative. “If you truly want to serve me, you’ll need to learn some boundaries, my dear. I've been far too forgiving with you, but even I have my limits.” He pulled you closer until there were mere inches between you, his breath icy against your skin. You visibly shivered as his voice dropped to a low whisper, each word laced with sweet yet deadly venom. “After all, it would be such a shame if I had to... discipline you. And believe me, I can be quite imaginative when it comes to punishment.”

   For a moment, you just stared at him, and Alastor’s broad grin relaxed into a pleased smile, satisfaction blooming in his chest. For once, your reaction was exactly what he had anticipated. You were silent.

   Frightened.

   Oh, what a wonderful sight after enduring your incessant chatter for the past several minutes – months, actually. But he also knew this calm wouldn’t last long. A brief respite before the cycle began anew, and he found himself caught once more between annoyance and amusement.

   Perhaps, in some twisted way, he was a bit of a masochist. Because despite his power, his ruthlessness, his terrifying reputation as the Radio Demon, he continued to endure your presence and insufferable behavior if it meant he could find that brief moment of satisfaction when he saw that flicker of fear in your eyes. When he could finally silence that ceaseless admiration. When he so blatantly humiliated you with his words, degraded you with his passive aggression, yet you still met him with unyielding enthusiasm, somehow convinced he was speaking to you sweetly, when in reality, all he did was use his power over you to eventually put you in your place, reminding you of who he was and what he was capable of. 

   It was a game of control, an endless cycle where he used his dominance to break you down, only to watch you build yourself back up with even more deluded devotion. And while it should have irritated him beyond measure, there was something oddly gratifying about it – about toying with the boundaries of your blind infatuation and making you dance on the edge of dread and reverence.

   Seconds ticked by, stretching into what felt like minutes, and you eventually took a deep breath, releasing it in a long, shaky sigh. You blinked, once, twice, eyes still wide and pupils constricted. You shivered under his control, slight goosebumps rising on your skin. Alastor took in the sight, his satisfaction evident in the effect he had on you.

   You took another deep breath, then whispered in a low, breathless tone, “Fuck…”

   Alastor blinked and tilted his head, caught off-guard by the unexpected reaction. Confusion spread across his face, but before he could even formulate a response, you interrupted.

   “That was hot.”

   One second passed.

   Two.

   Three.

   Then, Alastor released your leash, hastily retreating as if he had just burned himself on a hot surface. His grayish skin turned pale, and his grin faltered into an expression of utter mortification. Within moments, his shadows enveloped him, and he seeped into the floor, leaving you behind in the hallway, bewildered and flustered.

   Maybe he should actually consider featuring you in his broadcast. Because that was the most horrifyingly unsettling response he had ever encountered. Some demons hid their cruelty behind a facade, blending seamlessly into their surroundings. And you? You were undoubtedly among the most insidiously malevolent of them all.

I had so many ideas for this fic but most of them didn't fit into the plot. So stay tuned for more Alastor x Emberlynn-coded reader content...

[misfitgirlwrites]

Doe Deputy (A Self-Hired Secretary!) | Alastor x Imp!Reader

I wanted to get this out around this time, I'm proud of myself! Here's the deal, guys:

You’re a mischievous bean and why would you not take the perks of working for a scary Overlord?

These are headcanons based off of some stories I have already written with my own character :) I hope you guys enjoy them! I'll most likely have more with this whole secretary thing I have going on

Be sure to join my giveaway while you still can! Want a personalized self-insert with a Hazbin or Helluva Boss character? Come enter! It ends July 4th!

I give you the goods now, lads, please enjoy!

CW: Mentions of violence, mentions of cannibalism (?)

a/n: I couldn't make it a bulleted list? I love it here y'all

🖤 I'll take a step into actual author territory, guys. This is pre-season one. I'm talking Alastor's full infamy in Hell

❤️ And there you were after getting fired from quitting your most recent job, taking the walk of shame home to your...decent-ish apartment that you suspect you wouldn't have for much longer

🖤 You needed a solution. You're willing to work for it, of course, but you still had a time limit

❤️ Rumors were going around that a bit of charity work and a promise of good behavior could get you a stay with the Princess of Hell, but charity work was more of a last resort for you

🖤 Finding a nice Overlord that could hand out some work, however...

❤️ It was the best idea you've had since you've been in Pentagram City

🖤 You didn't need a pushover, and you wanted to like who you were working with so that cut out a lot of candidates

❤️ Before you gave up on the idea completely, you heard the static of a radio faintly from someone's house and it reminded you of one candidate

🖤 It would require work and patience, but you weren't taking no for an answer!

❤️ Well, you didn't necessarily ask the Radio Demon, honestly

🖤 You began tailing him when you could and when it was safe to do so

❤️ Large crowds and far as ALL RINGS away

🖤 You didn't want any stumbles or mistakes that led to your little Hellish life going bye-bye

❤️ You had to know at least a little about him before you could really get things started

🖤 Was he a tea or coffee person? Did he like alcohol? Drugs? Just straight murder? (It's looking like just straight murder. You should search up torture methods)

❤️ It was easy for you to blend into crowds and walk right past the demon; he catches on that you're tailing him a lot but you've been evading powerful hell-born demons your whole life

🖤 We all love a liiiittttlllleeee one-up

❤️ You learn of his diet...how much can you judge, you guess?

🖤 Alastor is particular too, he picks his meat up from the same place at least two to three times a week

❤️ The first part of your plan begins

🖤 Dress nicely, a black below-the-knee pencil skirt or black dress pants, either a black or red (any shade) button-up with black or red (or both) dress shoes or heels

❤️ It's time to pick up Alastor's meals for the week! Much better than making multiple trips, right? He's a very busy Overlord ❤️

🖤 You'd waltz in as confident as possible "Hiya! Uh, name's _____. I'm here to pick up Alastor's venison for this week. Figured it'd be better to store in bulk."

❤️ Rosie would tilt her head and stare down at you, "...who are you, dear?"

🖤 "Right! I'm kinda doing a trial run as his secretary! I'm implementing some of my own ideas that I hope will be improvements on how he already moves."

❤️ Now you're nervous. You have no idea how Rosie could respond but you do know you're in fucking Cannibal Town so the only thing you can do is shoot Satan a quick prayer and show off your sharp smile

🖤 You're relieved when Rosie literally lights up, a large smile grows on her face as she clasps her hands together, "he finally took my advice, did he? And here I thought the bugger would never do it!"

❤️ You nodded, "I think this will be a good fit for me! I hope you can agree since you'll be seeing me weekly instead. I moved your hangouts to the end of the week in case the boss likes a drink here and there."

🖤 "A wise decision. You're doing great already if I have any say. Here, I'll grab what you need!"

❤️ Mission fucking SUCCESSFUL

🖤 Now was Alastor happy finding stacked containers of venison outside of his plate with a note?

❤️ The safe answer was no by how he was searching like a beast on the hunt. Luckily you didn't stay where he could see you

🖤 Next is the fun part and if you did this right, you'd be talking to the Radio Demon about this job position very soon

❤️ You knew of The Vee's. Alastor and Vox were never quiet with their quarrels. Why not take this as an opportunity?

🖤 An opportunity to weigh your options a bit if you want to be real. You could simply apply and most likely get the position

❤️ It took one bump in with a very cute spider demon to fill you in on Valentino and your weighing ceases lmao

🖤 Back to the original plan or as you like to call it:

💙 Mission: Blow Vox's Fuse for Money 💙

❤️ It was simple enough, really. The only part to worry about was security

🖤 But you're one of the best at slipping past guards and cameras

❤️ You really got a kick out of your handiwork

🖤 You even dropped off a picture to Alastor as a little warning 💅🏼

❤️ It was funny when you first thought about it and from the early morning power outage, you think you got your point across very well

🖤 Feeling proud of yourself, you decide tonight to go to your cozy roof hiding spot to see if you can get any new information

❤️ You were really getting into this job

🖤 You were so focused on writing down a schedule, that you didn't notice Alastor wasn't where you left him

❤️ "You're a very slippery thing, I must say."

🖤 Your pen stopped moving immediately

❤️ Because FUCK he was in too close proximity for this part of the plan

🖤 A cute way to say you were sure you were well hidden and he wasn't supposed to find you

❤️ So what could you do now? Speed up the plan and jump straight to your proposal? Or jump off the building and run for it?

🖤 And there you were, scrambling to climb over the ledge

❤️ Of course, you didn't make it very far. Your notebook and pen hit the ground as a black tendril wrapped around your torso and tightly might you add

🖤 "Because you've been so busy running around in my business, I'll give you one chance to explain yourself."

❤️ Truthfully because you've thoroughly entertained him now

🖤 Vox threw a complete tantrum and if he wasn't in front of you, he'd start chuckling at the thought of it again

❤️ "...So I figure all the sweet talk I had planned is out the window?" You'd ask.

🖤 "Absolutely."

❤️ Now or never was an understatement but you felt like this was better than being homeless in Hell

🖤 "I wanted to offer my services as a secretary. I think it'll do us both some good."

❤️ "What makes you think I need your assistance?"

🖤 "Need is a strong word, boss. I'm here if you want to focus on all the fun stuff while I arrange all the shows and bring the coffee for the Overlord meetings--I feel like they would appreciate the nice gesture from you, don't think so? While you're out being scary, I can promote your public image at the same time!"

❤️ "I don't need a secretary."

🖤 "Your good friend Ms. Rosie seems to have been telling you otherwise--"

❤️ The tendril holding you in the air tightened

🖤 You give Alastor a big smile and quickly apologize, "What I mean is this is Hell! Order me around and I'll do literally whatever you ask as long as you pay me."

❤️ "So what do you call this then?"

🖤 "A free trial. Wasn't this week just a little bit more relaxing?"

❤️ Alastor hated to admit it, but you weren't wrong. Rising to infamy was a very busy job and it would be easier to have someone else handle the background things

🖤 And you

❤️ You managed to tail him and learn base information to do all this without him knowing. Realistically he was standing in front of a good candidate

🖤 Rosie already met you (did you plan that??) plus nothing you did wasn't...not helpful

❤️ Alastor couldn't believe he was actually considering this

🖤 You hit the ground and let out a small "oof" before staring up at Alastor who was now pinching the bridge of his nose

❤️ "The actual trial starts Monday. We have a morning meeting to go to."

🖤 ...Yes.

❤️ YES!

🖤 Holy fuck! Hail Satan, you did it! Major pat on the back, you!

❤️ "Don't go getting all excited. I could change my mind at any time."

🖤 "Understood, boss!"

❤️ Alastor could get used to that

Taglist: @alastorssimp @saints-wrapped-in-plastic @dasimp777

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[lilithlovessapphires]

Being all lovey dovey with Satan in public?

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ��𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 20𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲, 2024 (3:26 𝐏.𝐌.)

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬

🔥 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜.

🔥 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤.

🔥 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 666 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

🔥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

🔥 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.

🔥 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭-𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

🔥 𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧.

🔥 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 - 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

🔥 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬.

[itsmarsss]

Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 4 - Immediate Murder Professionals

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Blitzø just might be stupid.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: eh, mentions of sex only i think. also stolas is newly separated so he's trying this new thing called flirting. yes i'm a firm believer that stolas is naturally so weirdly flirty he could make a succubus flustered no questions asked.

“...and then I yelled ‘sorry I fucked your husband’ and just kinda… left.” 

Everyone was gathered around the big table in the meeting room at I.M.P., per Blitzø’s request. Well, he didn’t request it, per se- it was something more along the lines of yelling “Anyone who’s not a whiny bitch follow me, I got something to show you” and everyone just sort of complying. 

He had been on and on in excruciating detail about how he’d up and stolen whatever it was he wanted to show you. He had yet to show you a thing.

“Oh wow. You are an idiot,” you state.

“And why is that, witch bitch?”

“You stole from a Goetia prince?”

“Yeah I did. And I looked sexy doing it.”

“What did you even wanna steal so bad?” Millie asks.

“Oh-ho-ho. You’re not even fuckin’ ready. None of you are even fucking ready.” He slams a big, heavy book on the desk. You inspect it, trying to figure out why he would go out of his way, in a borderline suicidal quest, to steal a book. Your eyes widen when you realize you know exactly what it is. 

“You stole from STOLAS?” He had to be fucking- wait. “Wait, you fucked Stolas?” 

“What how’d you know it was him?”

“It’s- it’s his Grimoire. That’s what this is isn’t it?”

“Yup. And with this,” he explains to the others, since apparently you already knew of it, “we’ll be able to go up to the living world and kill any human we’re paid to kill.”

“That- that’s- Blitzø this is insane. And I don’t mean good insane. I mean batshit crazy insane.”

“How do you even know what this is?”

“I- I used to see him a lot. You know. Ozzie stuff. They’re always in meetings. I didn’t- I’m really having trouble believing he acted like that-”

“What, like a needy bitch in heat?” Blitzø cuts you off.

You feel yourself get flustered at the implication, not managing to finish whatever you had been about to say. 

“Oh my fucking Satan, Blitz,” Loona lets out a groan, frustrated at what she was hearing, which is fair. It’s enough to prompt her to leave the room entirely, assumingly to her seat at the front desk. 

“Sir, you need to give this back.” Moxxie pushes the book across the table back to him.

“What? After everything I had to go through to get it? No way!”

“No, Mox is right. Stolas is nice, but he’s still, like, one of the most powerful demons down here, dude. And this is- this is next level doing him wrong. You didn’t just steal from him, you played with his feelings too. That’s so much worse.”

“Feelings? Come on! So we’re all ganging up on Blitzo now, are we?” You all cringed a bit whenever he used his own given name. It felt weird and just totally… wrong, considering how adamant he always was about correcting everyone else when it came to it, but, to be fair, he didn’t really seem to notice when he did it. He just happened to absentmindedly call himself that sometimes when he was feeling criticized, which… well, you weren’t sure if you wanted to unpack whatever that meant. He keeps on. “I’m sorry I worry about us having jobs and money to pay rent and food to feed ourselves!”

“Blitz that’s not-” Millie starts, but gets cut off by Loona, who walks back into the room. “Guys, there’s an… owl… guy… thing… looking for Blitz out there.”

Oh, shit.

“We’re gonna die,” Moxxie mutters under his breath, starting to chant it over and over again, eyes almost popping out of his head. Millie puts her arms around his shoulders and brings his head to her lap to try and calm him down, sending a death glare- much like yourself- towards Blitzø, who now looked like a deer in headlights, caught red-handed, apparently not expecting to be found that soon. 

“Uuuhhh, tell him I’m not here!”

“Already did, he said some weird shit about being able to smell you or whatever the fuck that was about. That guy’s a fucking freak.” Huh. Maybe Blitzø wasn’t lying.

“Uhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck, gotta think, gotta think,” Blitzø begins pacing in circles around the room.

“Well? What the fuck did you expect?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead, alright? Sue me.”

“Oh really? I could have sworn you had everything figured out!” 

His head shoots up and he points at you, completely ignoring your sarcasm. “You go talk to him!” 

“Me? This is your problem!”

“Our problem! You work here don’t you?”

“Blitz I swear to Satan.”

“Pleeeaaaase?” He tries making puppy eyes at you. It’s kind of bizarre, but not entirely useless. “You said you know him, he’ll probably be nicer to you. Maybe you can soften the blow. Ha. Blow.”

“If it doesn’t work I’m ratting you out and I’m not gonna feel bad about it.”

“Thank you thank you thank you, I’ll owe you one, now go!”

You let out a groan, making sure he hears it. You could not believe you were about to do this. Sure, let’s confront pissed-off demon royalty about something of theirs that you definitely have in your possession just in the next room. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that. “Can you tell him to go to your dad’s office, Loons?”

“Yeah whatever.”

You make your way out of the meeting room and into Blitzø’s office, which is… a sight to behold. There were horse drawings scattered everywhere around the room, figurines of Millie, Moxxie, and yourself on top of his desk (you didn’t even want to know), guns you knew definitely didn’t have their safety locks on just laying on various different surfaces. Yeah, it was all very on-brand. 

You sit down on his chair, getting barely a few seconds to prepare yourself for your talk with Stolas before he walks into the room.

Well, no, he doesn’t exactly walk in. He leans against the door frame, pulling a leg up and running a hand up it as he starts speaking, yet to take a look into the room. “For someone so remarkably sexy you are so hard to find, Bli- oh my!” He’s visibly startled when he finally makew eye contact with you, evidently having expected Blitzø to be the one in your place. Almost tripping over himself, he tries to pull himself together, fixing his posture and wiping non-existent dust off of his clothes as if to pretend he hadn’t just made a fool of himself. Stolas had always kept his composure around you whenever he went over to meet with Ozzie, so this behavior… it was definitely new. 

He clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I thought you were-”

You decide to save him the embarrassment. Or, well,  further embarrassment. “Your Highness! Hi.”

“Y/n.” He remembers your name. What, of course he remembers your name, dumbass! That’s completely normal. “You… Do you not work for Asmodeus anymore?”

“Not really. I’d been working there a long time. Wanted to try something new.”

“So you chose to work… here?” He motions around, and you couldn’t blame him. It didn’t look like the best place in Hell. And you supposed it did seem like an odd change in occupation. 

“We’re a work in progress.”

“Well, do you and Asmodeus still keep in touch? I recall you were quite good friends.”

“Yes! We still are. We still are. How have you been, uh, doing, your highness?” You ask, carefully. 

“Please, there is still no need to call me that.” Your interactions always went like this- you called him by his title, he insisted you call him by his name, and you always refused to. Strangely enough, you called him by his name when referring to him in conversation with Ozzie. 

But you don’t feel the need for all of that now. “Right, I’m sorry. Stolas.” 

“Well, I haven’t been doing quite so great, actually. I’m sure you’re aware why.”

You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them up again and forcing yourself to make eye contact with him, trying to stay collected. Play it cool. “I… might have an idea, yes.”

“You see, you have worked with Asmodeus for a long time. You’ve been around myself plenty, haven’t you, darling?”

Had he ever called you darling before? You’re positive he’s never, ever done that. 

Chill, dumbass! It’s just a fancy people thing. No big deal. “Yes.”

“Yes, so you know how crucial my Grimoire is for my purpose in the Ars Goetia, don’t you?” He speaks to you in an almost condescending manner. You almost feel insulted. Did his voice always sound like that?

“Yes.”

“Perfect. So I suppose you understand why I would be very upset when I came to find out your friend, Blitzy, stole such a sacred artifact from me.”

“I understand.”

“My Grimoire contains spells that are meant for mine and, in the future, my daughter’s use only, and it would simply be a scandal if it fell into the hands of itty bitty imps such as yourselves.” Okay, he was definitely being condescending now. Why was it kind of hot? It was definitely hot. 

What the fuck.

“Uhhhhh-”

“It makes things so much worse that he simply hurt my feelings! After a night of such passionate fornication, you could only imagine my surprise when I came to find out the book had been missing! Had I not known better I would have sworn it had been deceiving work of someone like yourself.”

“Like myself?”

“You are a succubus, aren’t you, dear?” He tilts his head to the side as if what he meant had been obvious. And it probably had- you’d just read too much into it. Was what Blitzø had told you about what happened getting to your head or something?

“Ooookay. Uh. I’m really- I’m really sorry about… all of that. Uh. Wow. Uh that really is a lot huh? I’m just gonna… I’m just gonna go call Blitz now and you guys can talk it out maybe. That fine for you? Fantastic. Good talk, Stolas!”

You slip past him and out of the office, catching your breath before going back into the meeting room to call Blitzø and let him handle the situation. What the actual fuck was that?

[. . .]

“So?” Millie questions Blitzø as he enters the meeting room again after a good half hour. Everyone follows, looking at him expectantly. 

He pauses, for dramatic effect. “Guess who just founded the first human-killing business in Hell?”

“What?” You ask, incredulous.

“I’m sorry sir are you saying the Prince is letting us use his spell book?”

“You heard it, Mox.”

“H-how?”

“Well I’m gonna have to dick him down every full moon but I guess that’s a good trade.”

The room goes silent. 

Moxie breaks the silence first. “Uhh, what?”

“What?”

“What’s that about the full moon?”

“Oh well. Well, apparently I’m a fantastic fucking lay, just unforgettable. So all I gotta do to have the book is give it back to him every full moon and then fuck him into oblivion and we’re good to go.”

“And you’re sure you’re fine with that?” You ask him, carefully. 

“Well yeah? It’s fucking great! We get the book AND I get to fuck a Prince into submission every once in a while? Couldn’t be better.”

You’re not that sure about it, but what was the point in arguing with him? You shrug. “If you say so.”

“And he’s just… fine with that?” Moxxie questions, not buying it.

“What, you think I’d lie?”

“Yeah,” everyone replies, without hesitation.

“Well I’m not!”

“Well shit. Your dick must be good.” Well, that wasn’t supposed to come out.

He grins. “Ya wanna find out?”

You stare at him, unamused, for a second, locking eyes with Moxxie soon after. 

“You deserved that,” Moxxie points out.

“Yeah I regretted it as soon I said it.”

“You really should have seen it coming,” Blitzø himself adds.He grabs the Grimoire, bringing everyone’s attention to it. “So. Aren’t y’all curious? I know I wanna know what the human realm is like.”

“It’s really not that different from here,” you tell him.

“Oh yeah, I forget you’ve been there before. What do you guys even do there?”

“Uuuhhh.”

“They fuck people to death, Mills, ain’t that cool?”

“Oh shut up you know that hardly ever happens anymore.”

“But’cha could.”

You sigh, knowing he just wanted to hear that he was right. You give him a little smile. “But I could.” 

“Hell yeah!” It was always weirdly nice that he thought that part of what you were was cool rather than being disgusted by it.  “Should we go take a look?”

“How’d ya even work this thing?” Millie asks, examining the book in Blitzø’s hands.

“Fuck if I know.”

“You didn’t ask him?” Loona asks.

“Not really.”

“I’m not even-” she rolls her eyes. “Gimme that” Snatching the book from him and going through the pages for a bit, she stops in a particular one, attempting a few times to read some words from it. Fair enough, a portal leading… somewhere… appears. You’d have to put a pin on that for later and ask her how she knew what to do, but right now everyone was too excited.

“Let’s go fuck some humans to death!” Blitzø exclaims.

“No.” You say sternly.

“Let’s go fuck some humans?” He tries again.

“Sir! No!” Moxxie yells, disgusted.

“Let’s go kill some humans!”

“Hell yeah!” Millie finally agrees,

“Yeah! Wait why am I even listening to you guys, I’m the boss here!” 

“Sure thing Blitz.” You assure him, getting your foot through the portal. “You coming?”

Blitzø turns around. “Looney? You’re not killing anyone there. Got it? It’s too dangerous.”

“But that’s no fun!”

“Looney.”

“Fine.”

“Let’s go kill some humans then!” He shoves you into the portal, jumping through right after you. Jackass.

A/N: i did a lot of things different than i said id do lmao and i toned down the flirting from stolas to leave it for a different chapter hope this is fun it aint gonna be fun for v long luv yall

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Yandere Mammon X Listener (Helluva Boss)

Base Yandere Mammon Headcanons: A Greedy Yandere

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter. This one will be made into a video as well so keep an eye out for that! Anyway, this one is about Mammon! Please enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: Mammon is in canon to be the absolute worst! This is canon. What is NOT Canon is him being yandere. Mammon is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine. Just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Thank you!]

(Base Yandere Headcanons With Mammon From Helluva Boss X Gender Neutral Reader)

.Mammon is the absolute worst as a yandere.

.You want a toxic and high-key abusive yandere.

.It is for sure going to be The Sin of greed.

.This man is the most greedy SOB Yandere out there.

. Especially when it comes to you.

.But unlike other yanderes would be, he will probably make sex robots of you to sell.

.Of course, NO ONE Can have the real thing.

.He most likely gets off on the fact that people buy fake versions of you and that he is the ONLY ONE Who gets the real you.

.He is greedy and you need to have your full focus on him.

.You are HIS Daring and HE IS THE KING OF GREED Why would you want to be with anyone else?

.He is also so underhanded and manipulative.

.He knows when he pushes you to far, and will show that he cares to keep you from leaving him or fighting against him.

.This man is the type fo man that will manipulate you into thinking you needed him.

.That without him you are nothing at all.

.Oh SATAN In Tube Top! Is this man toxic.

.He knows damn well that you can do WAY Better than him.

.So He will keep you under his thumb as much as possible so you never realize what a piece of poo he is.

.He is also the most petty and jealous type of yandere.

.Something so small, as you just smiling at someone else can make him pissed off at the person and Jealous of him.

.Again with being the Sin of Greed you should only be his.

.You are for certain seen as a prize and object by him and less like a person.

.You are his treasure.

.He also would spoil you, not because he is willing to pay money, but because he knows if he keeps giving you gifts you will be less likely to leave him.

.He is a spider-like demon so he will have you in his webs.

.It did not take him long to get you trapped in his webs of lies and obsession.

.He would have for sure made it look and seem like he was such a great guy.

.Spoiling you, taking care of you, and just adoring you.

.Once he is certain you will not turn him down he will ask you to be his partner.

.If you say yes, you can expect to not be gaslit and for him to continue to spoil you.

.If you say no he will say all the stuff he has done for you, how he spoiled you.

.He will gaslight you into thinking you were ungrateful and that you were losing out.

.Either way, he is going to get you to agree.

.If you don't well he can always chain you down and keep you and his imprisoned treasure.

.He on some sick level would think to himself that he does care for you.

.He really does feel that he loves you, but his love is very much with him getting what he wants and making sure that he does not lose you, but where he can use you.

.He shows his love no matter how toxic it is by buying gifts for your cause it is the one way he knows he can show how much he adores you.

.So in short he is very manipulative, deadly, toxic, sugar daddy yandere more or less.

.Money and gift-giving being his love language.

.He would also slaughter his rivals.

.No if, and or buts, about it. No one is good enough for you.

.He is the only one good enough for you.

.He also would offer money to his rivals to leave you alone. But they better not get greedy about it, cause they will end up dead for good.

.Side note: Mammon sees himself as Lucifer's best friend and he is a rip-off artist. Making the off-brand loo loo land. (Those were just canon lore for you all!)

.Back to his petty side, it does not take much for him to be petty, and with rivals, he will be even more petty and would get revenge for the littlest of things!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got this done! I hope you all enjoyed it, there might be a scenario on YouTube for audio storytelling! Anyways I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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Masterlist !!!

Rules on Requests! (THEY ARE OPEN.)

Envy!Reader

Hazbin Hotel Cast with Sin of Envy!Reader:

1 (Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Sir. Pentious, Alastor) (GN)

2 (Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Rosie). (GN)

What do the other sins think of Leviathan!Reader:

Only Part (The Helluva Boss Sins + Fizz) (GN)

What is it like being the Sin of Envy?:

Only Part (GN)

Sin of Envy!Reader x Satan, Sin of Wrath:

Headcanons. Might make a p2 (GN)

Envy!Reader with the I.M.P:

Only Part. Might make a p2. (GN)

Envy!Reader x Sin Of Greed, Mammon:

Headcanons. (GN)

Sloth!Reader

Sin of Sloth Headcanons:

Only part. (GN)

What do the other sins think of Belphegor!Reader?:

Only Part. (GN)

Sin of Sloth!Reader during the last extermination:

Only Part. (GN)

Belphegor!Reader with their people:

Only Part. (GN)

OTHER:

Sinner!Reader Things:

Hazbin Hotel crew with a Cheshire Cat Sinner! Reader. (Fem)

Hazbin Hotel crew with a Teddy Bear Sinner! Reader (GN. PLATONIC. CHILD)

Hazbin Hotel crew with a Batman Sinner! Reader (Male)

Angel Dust:

Angel Dust x Protective Overlord Reader. (Male)

Loona:

Loona x Short!Vampire Sinner!Reader. (Male)

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Requests

Rules:

No female reader

No female characters

This is all gay shit

Seriously, I won’t be answering shit like ‘x fem!reader’ or anything

Might do FTM reader

No NSFW

I do poly!couples (from the same fandom)

I do angst, fluff, suggestive, headcannons, imagines, fics and such

Fandoms:

Metal Family (Dee, Glam)

Tokyo Ghoul (Uta, Nishio, Juuzou, Shuu, Ayato)

Twilight (Carlisle, Jasper, Aro, Caius, Marcus, Emmett, Alec)

Vampire Diaries (Damon, Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Finn)

Horror (Predator, Michael, Ghostface (Billy and Stu), Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Deacon Frost, Eric Draven, Leatherface, Pyramid Head, Hannibal, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out.

The Boys (Homelander, Black Noir, Lamplighter, The Deep)

Kingsman (Agent Whiskey)

Creepypasta (Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, EJ, LJ, Jason the Toymaker, Bloody Painter, Ticci Toby, Candy Pop, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out

Resident Evil (Heisenberg, Leon Kennedy)

Spider-Man (Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel)

Call of Duty (Ghost, König)

American Horror Story (James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Dandy Mott)

Obey Me (Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Leviathan, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos)

Helluva Boss (Moxxie, Blitzø, Stolas, Striker, Fizzaroli, Asmodeus)

Other: Le Chiffre, Howl Pendragon, Jonathan Crane, SCPs, Billy Hargrove, Sally Face…

If a specific character isn’t here, please feel free to ask but be aware that I may either not know the character or dislike writing for them!