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[sugdenlovesdingle]

Tumblr you are SLEEPING on this band!

A bye bye bye parody from the Stacy's dad guys (Sub-Radio) - bi bi bi

And even Lance Bass approves!

And before people start dragging them for queerbaiting or whatever - the singer is actually bi.

[dewdropdinosaur]

My Kink is Karma

Alastor x Reader Summary: Alastor lost a bet...horribly so. So imagine his surprise when his partner cashes in their prize on New Year's Eve...in the form of a vibrating plug. Warnings: Plug using, blow jobs, pet names in a sexual context, sadomasochistic tendencies, use of restraints, sub/dom dynamics (SUB Alastor), etc. MDNI, 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption. 2,675 words Requested by many people and thanks to @kewpikayo and @castawayinhxll for helping me brainstorm!

The grand ballroom of the Hazbin Hotel glittered with anticipation. Black and gold streamers wove around tall marble columns, and the tables sparkled with elegant centerpieces of painted roses and flickering candles. At the podium, Charlie hummed nervously as she adjusted a ribbon on the microphone stand.  

“Vaggie, do you think it’s too much? Maybe the black tablecloths make it too...sad?” she fretted, twisting a strand of blonde hair around her finger.  

Vaggie, perched on a ladder as she pinned a gold banner reading "New Year, New Redemption" above the stage, rolled her eyes. “It looks perfect, Charlie. Relax. This is going to blow everyone away.”  

Charlie bit her lip, her gaze flicking to her phone. “I still haven’t heard from Alastor or Y/N. They’re never late, especially not Alastor. What if—”  

“They’ll be here,” Vaggie interrupted, stepping down from the ladder. She placed a reassuring hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “It’s Alastor. You know how he is. Punctuality is practically his religion.”  

Charlie nodded but couldn’t shake the unease. As Vaggie moved to adjust a crooked candle, the heavy creak of a trolley drew their attention.  

“Alright, booze delivery,” Husk grumbled, pushing a cart laden with bottles of champagne, whiskey, and other spirits. His wings twitched as he glared at the banner. “Y’know, this feels like a lotta work for demons who probably can’t even remember what year it is.”  

Charlie laughed nervously. “It’s about the gesture, Husk! A new year is a new chance at redemption!”  

Husk snorted, cracking open a bottle of gin. “Sure. Whatever you say, Princess.”  

Just as the final touches were in place, the grand double doors of the ballroom swung open. All heads turned as Alastor and Y/N entered, their silhouettes sharp against the warm glow of the room.  

“Ah, finally!” Charlie exclaimed, her face lighting up with relief. She waved them over, but her smile faltered slightly as she noticed something... off.  

Alastor, ever the picture of poise, seemed unusually stiff, his crimson eyes darting nervously around the room. His usual grin was tight, less a sign of amusement and more a strained facade.

Beside him, Y/N exuded an air of smug satisfaction, their eyes sparkling with a secret they weren’t planning to share.  

“Sorry for the delay,” Y/N said smoothly, hands stuffed in their pockets and voice carrying just the right amount of mischief to not seem odd. “We ran into a… distraction.”  

Alastor’s head snapped toward them, his grin twitching dangerously. “Quite the unexpected one,” he added, his tone clipped. His eyes flickered to Y/N, his partner of a few years, with a less-than-hidden disdain.

Charlie blinked but shrugged off the odd tension. “Well, you’re here now! That’s what matters!”  

From his perch at the bar, Husk caught Alastor’s eye. He raised his glass slightly, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Alastor glared at him momentarily, but the faintest flush betrayed his annoyance.  

As the evening went on, the ballroom buzzed with laughter and music. Yet, Husk couldn’t help but chuckle into his drink, his sharp eyes catching every subtle glance and twitch between the two latecomers.  

It was obvious to anyone who had ever done it: the stiff posture, the jerks at the dinner table, eyes fighting not to roll back. Alastor was in something…or more accurately, something was in Alastor. Husk had overheard the debate a few days ago, nothing major, he was so pissed drunk he was shocked he had remembered. 

“For one moment, could you please not pester everything I do?”

“Why my dear, I do believe you love my company. You were certainly agreeable the other–”

“Alastor, I don’t think you could go one minute without a quippy comment. In fact, I bet you can’t.”

Alastor’s eyes had glowed in disdain at the comment, extending a green threaded hand to his lover. 

“Very well, cher. If I can’t go one minute without a comment, you may do anything you wish to me for the New Year. But only one thing.”

Oh, how pride hath gone before the fall. Now Alastor stands, rather awkwardly, facing his punishment. Y/N placed their hands on the lapels of Alastor’s coat, making a motion of adjusting the fabric in a seemingly domestic display. Leaning closer, they whispered softly

“What's the matter, Al? You seem a bit stiff this evening…why not go and greet the others? I’m not going anywhere…”

‘And neither is that remote in my pocket, nor your plug…’

“I am simply stepping back a bit, cher. Let Ms. Morningstar handle the affair.”

“You're supposed to be acting normal. That was our agreement. You wouldn’t be the one to go against a deal, would you?”

As if to single-handedly further his demise, Charlie waved Alastor over. 

“Go on, honey. It looks like Princess Morningstar needs you.” With one last pat on the jacket and a wink, Y/N left Alastor to his more than pleasurable misery. 

It was no shock to anyone that Alastor was a masochist, everyone could see how he reveled in the pain of those he deemed his subordinate. However, it might shock one to learn that the Radio Demon was also a sadomasochist. Rarely seen but stewing under the surface, the need for pain and pleasure was a dangerous cocktail that Alastor had found himself addicted to. Especially when administered by the hands of his partner. 

But this? This was torture. Here he is, talking to the princess and a group of other sinners; his mind a puddle of desire. Positively doing his utmost to keep his composure, a jolt moves through him when he feels the ever-present toy, that dastardly thing, buzzing. Emitting sweet, torturous pleasure at a time when he was supposed to be working. He was on duty. 

It had been simple enough at first. He had lost the bet, rather unfortunately, but didn’t fear too much. Y/N was always kind and gentle with him, a mean streak sure, but amicable in all their squabbles. Little would he have guessed that a silver plug with the red ruby heart would stuff him so full he was almost babbling before they even came to the party. Small vibrations from a damn remote in his lover’s pockets were not how he thought his reputation would be tarnished, nor his secret be revealed. Alastor did not pray in life, nor much in death, though he conceded to one small one now. 

Fortunately, Alastor found a natural pause in his speech and seized the opportunity to take a breath, probably for a moment longer than was needed. He cared not. What Y/N was doing to him was unnatural. Horrid. Absolutely divine.

He wanted them to do it again. And again and again…

Why did he wish for this?! Why did he wish for them? Why did he wish for the sweet destruction and ecstasy, Y/N promised? They had him begging, eating from the palm of their hand  How disgraceful. 

It continues like this the entire evening. When he is giving his speech on the Hotel’s progress, the vibrations from behind him catch the mic if only for a second. He blames it on technological malfunctions. At dinner, he jolts and almost spills his drink. He blames it on the liquor. And when Angel gave him a knowing look, Alastor could only blame his flushed cheeks on his tight clothing. Alastor would not find out till three days later that Angel had…provided the very plug that was now the source of his predicament. The spider demon never let him live it down, though did agree after much threatening to keep it between them….Angel told Husk four days later. 

Finally, the night had come to a close. All the guests had left, save for those who lived in the Hotel, and the decorations were being put up. With a pleading glance and a desperate look, Alastor found himself walking back to his partner’s room with Y/N. 

“You were so good for me tonight, baby–” Opening the door to the room, Y/N placed their hand on the small of Alastor’s back and guided them to the bed with a sultry look. “Let me reward you, mhmm?”

Slamming their lips to his, Alastor returned the kiss with just as much fervor if not more. Hours of teasing had left him hard beyond compare and in desperate need of release. He felt as if could blow any second, the vibrations building him up only to slow down as he needed them most. While the thought of having cum earlier was enticing, he was grateful his partner had not allowed him to stain his pants. More than they already were with pre-cum at least. 

“Just you wait, my deer…I will make you pay for that little stunt you pulled–”

“Oh you are welcome to try, Allie.” 

Turning up the vibrator once more, Alastor’s knees practically gave out beneath him. His lanky form crumbled backward as Y/N placed him on the bed. The black silk sheets were strangely comforting in their coolness but did little to quell the burning heat inside him. Y/N continued to kiss him furiously, lips wandering their way down occasionally to leave soft nips at Alastor’s jugular. 

“Stop…your fruitless teasing–”

“Aww, are you riled up, Alastor? Patience, honey, you will get what you want soon. I just wanna enjoy you first.”

Stepping away quickly, Y/N got up and went over to their dresser; leaving Alastor to whine in disapproval at the loss of attention. Returning, a red ribbon glinted in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. Bringing their hands to Alastor’s wrist, Y/N softly but snuggly tied the material. 

“I will not be contained my dear, I can break out of these anytime you know.”

“Of course, you could baby. Let’s see you try–” 

Resuming their previous course of action, Y/N continued to trail kisses down Alastor’s neck. Following the path his body laid out, treasuring every inch of covered or uncovered skin. Worshiping him as if he had hung Heaven himself, set the stars in motion, and could only whine this pretty just for them. The plug still vibrated inside him, albeit a touch slower and less intense than before. A false hope for the Radio Demon, until Y/N’s kisses came to the belt on his pants, and their hands made light work of removing the fabric from his body. 

A red lacey garter belt was the first thing that caught Y/N’s eyes, the straps connecting to a beautiful thin piece of fabric, if one could call it that, that remained the only thing in their way to reach Alastor’s weeping and throbbing dick. Giving it a quick snap, only for Alastor to yelp out in a quick moan of pleasure, the lace was quickly removed. 

“You look so beautiful for me, Allie. All dolled up, was it for me? You sweet boy…”

“Yes, cher—fuck all for you.”

Bringing their lips to softly peck at the tip, Alastor’s hands gripped the sheets, squirming at the stimulation. Y/N’s lips continued to suck as their tongue swiped over the large head of his member, enjoying the taste of the salty liquid that kept weeping from the tip despite its abuse. Finally, opening their mouth, Y/N took all of him in one swallow. Hollowing their cheeks, taking him till his balls slapped their face with each wretched buck of Alastpr’s hips into the warm and inviting concave of their mouth. 

Relief washed over Alastor in that moment, a sweet and sickening relief that truly wasn’t one at all. Quickly brought to the edge of overstimulation, quiet tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. Daring to fall and admit his weakness, but in this moment, he found himself caring little. The only thing his mind focused on was the constant internal cries, desperate to cum. Allow his partner to milk him dry till he has nothing left to give and then keep going, to have his body bruised with their lips and hands only for him to see and hide in the morning. To feel the rush of adrenaline that paired with the shame of every sweet whispered praise from Y/N’s mouth and to treasure it in his black soul forever. 

Y/n could tell he was close, the way his cock twitched in their mouth or the way his moans become less breathy; more of incoherent babble was always a tale-tell sign. Raising a hand, soft fingertips coming to fondle his balls, Y/N added to the stimulation of their partner. 

He was always beautiful, but like this, he was ethereal. His hair pulled taught in a ponytail, the wisps sticking to his head from perspiration. Lips parted, just begging to be kissed, the magical vessel that produced the sinfully wonderful sounds Y/N so cherished. His hands came to rest in their hair, giving soft tugs and scrapes with every passing second of a much-needed and rising orgasm. He was perfect. 

It all was perfect, the tight band in his stomach snapping and waves of pleasure rushing down on him like a crescendo. Hot cum spurt from his abused tip into Y/N’s mouth, greedily slurping and swallowing for all he was worth. So enraptured in the after-glow, little did Alastor notice that he had cum so much, small hot trails of liquid gold spilled out of the corners of his partner’s eager lips. Burning tears flooded Alastor’s senses, small hiccups erupting from his swollen lips. 

After a moment, Y/N removed their mouth and hands, having swallowed all of their just desserts. Slowly rising, stepping forward to untie the ribbon restraints and remove the vibrator, Y/N’s hands moved with meticulous grace and ease. 

“There you go, my love. That’s it, you did so well for me.” 

Grabbing a small wet towelette from their drawer, pre-prepared, Y/N began the process of cleaning Alastor up. Humming softly and whispering sweet-nothings. How good the sounds he made were, how beautiful he was. Alastor could’ve sworn there was a different, much softer emotion that found residence in their eyes. Was it possibly love? Did they love him? 

Is that why they put him through this sweet torture? To show their affection?

Another shutter startled the poor deer demon back to reality as Y/N gently smoothed their thumb and hands over his ears and played with his hair. The towelette coming as well to dab off the remaining sweat and tears. 

“Ya know…next time I need to get you a bow to wear on your tail.

“Absolutely not…and what do you mean next time?”

“Come on, Al.. with the noises you made, you’ll be begging me to make sweet love to you again soon. It's just a fact.” A muted chuckle was stifled though joyful, Y/N’s eyes shining and peering down at Alastor’s. 

“And…how would you know this?’

“I just know you.”

Y/N paused and continued to stare down at their lover. He was so…there were no words. In all the blackness of the room, his eyes shone out the brightest. If Heaven lost all its light and wonder, only Alastor’s eyes would be able to light the world back on fire. 

“... What’s the matter, cher?”

“N-nothing…Just…you got pretty eyes. It's hard not to get lost in ‘em…”

Another pause. 

“Would you like a shower, Al?” 

Y/N didn’t receive a reply as Alastor fell asleep in their arms. In their bed, instead. Only notified by his current state due to the soft bleating snore-like noises softly coming from him. 

Y/N swept a few stray hairs from his face, placing a kiss on his forehead and snuggling closer to him. Closing their eyes and allowing the temptation of sleep to embrace their mind. They smiled, a small but pleasant grin appearing on their face as they felt his warm breath hit their face; slight static in his sweet snores turning the sound into a faint, fatigued melody…

[jami-c]

Sub Radio dropped this today :0

[octoberspirit]

Introverts at a party ft bloodweave

[sweetlatejuliet]

Little Snack ~ Sub-Radio

Original music on Spotify

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𝐈𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧', 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧' 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Sub Alastor x Dom Male Reader Minors do NOT interact Words: 1,536

"Oh hello there Al," You say with a smirk, you had walked into your shared room, a stark naked Alastor waiting for you, rutting his hard needy cock in his hand, you notice the demon's face heating up, it was quite obvious what was happening. "Seems like you wanted some company?" You tease as you lean back on the bed and kick off your shoes. 

He looks at you, his eyes filled with desire, he nods slowly, he is ashamed to be so weak in front of you, he thought he was more masculine than this, but he doesn't care anymore, he wants someone to dominate him, he knows you are up to the task, that's why he chose you, needs you. "Please... fuck me..." He says softly, voice raspy looking down, unable to meet your gaze, his body trembling slightly. 

"Well then," You say, crawling onto the bed, your eyes locked onto his. "Since you asked so nicely" You grab him by the throat and pull him close, your lips meeting in a heated kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. One hand trails down his body, feeling the muscles ripple under the skin. The other continues to hold his neck firmly, making sure he can't speak, only moan. Alastor gasps, surprised by the sudden aggression, his eyes widening, but he loves it, he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours, he returns the kiss, his tongue dances with yours, his body shivering slightly, he moans softly. 

He squirms slightly, his cock rubbing against yours, he wants you inside him, he wants to be filled, he wants to be fucked, he craves it, he has never felt like this before, he breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy, and looks at you with a lustful look. "Fuck me, please!" He begs again, he would do anything right now for you to fill him, he spreads his legs giving you beautiful view of his swollen needy hole.

"Greedy little thing aren't you?" You growl, pushing your fingers into his mouth, letting him suck on them, getting them wet. "But I think I can oblige." One finger slips into Alastor's spongy, hot hole, testing how tight he is, stretching him out a little, getting him ready for you. Moaning softly, his body tightens around your finger, his body is sensitive, he feels pleasure already, he bites his lip, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he craves more, he wants more fingers, he wants everything, he wants you to fuck him hard, fast and rough.

"More..." He begs, his voice soft, his breath hot, his eyes filled with lust, his body covered in sweat, he wants you to use him, he wants you to destroy him, he wants you to fuck him until he can't see.

You give him another finger, fucking him slowly, taking your time, enjoying every little reaction he gives you as he writhes and moans. "You want more? Beg for it." He gasps, his body tensing, he squirms slightly, he moans, his cock twitching, he arches his back, he pushes his hips trying to get your fingers deeper inside him, he looks at you with a lustful gaze, his eyes pleading, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he is ashamed to beg, he closes his mouth, he bites his lip, he tries to hide his face behind his hair, but it falls short, he looks away, his cheeks reddening, he whispers softly. 

"Please... I beg you... Please fuck me harder... I need it... My body craves it... Please..." "look at me my Love, or ill stop!" You demand, your fingers stilling inside him. He looks at you, his eyes wide, his cheeks reddening, he bites his lip, he squirms slightly, he moans, he arches his back, his body begging for more. He nods slowly, giving in, he takes a deep breath, he closes his eyes, then locking eyes with you, he opens his mouth, he speaks slowly, clearly, loudly, even dropping his radio overlay in his desperation.

"Please Dear, I beg you, please fuck me harder, I need it, my body craves it, please fuck me, I am yours, use me as your toy, fuck me until I can't see straight, fuck me until I lose consciousness, fuck me until I break, fuck me until I can't take it anymore, fuck me until I am nothing but yours, fuck me, please, please, fuck me!"

"Good boy," you praise him, starting to move your fingers again, picking up speed. "That's what I like to hear, though you are such a greedy little thing. I don't think you can ever get enough." Your finger tips press against his prostate, rubbing it gently, teasingly. Your mouth descends onto his, hungrily kissing him, tongue lashing against his own, free hand tweaking his nipples. He moans loudly, his body tightening around your fingers, his eyes roll back, he gasps, his mouth opening, he pants heavily, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he leaks precum, his whole body shaking, he moans softly, his eyes open, he looks at you obediently, with lust in his eyes, and wraps his arms around you.

Alastor pulls you closer, kisses you back, his tongue dances with yours, moaning softly, he grins, when you bite his lip, his body dripping in sweat, moaning louder as he squirms forcing you to pin his hips with your other hand, his hole tightening around your fingers, he pants heavily. Alastor spreads his legs wider, he gives you a better angle for his hole.

"You're right... I am greedy... I can never get enough of you... I need more... Please..." Alastor pleads softly, he looks at you, his eyes beseeching, cheeks reddening, biting his lip as he arches his back, grinding his hips so his hole sinks and ruts against your fingers, his cock twitching, he's moaning, shivering, grinning desperately, something snaps and he leans forward, whispering in your ear frantically.

"Fuck me already, I beg you, I can't take it anymore..."

"Impatient thing aren't you?" You growl, removing your fingers from him, spreading his ass cheeks apart admiring his hot sweaty hole. "Then let me give you what you want." The head of your cock presses against his hole, pushing past the ring of tight muscles, entering him slowly with a moan of your own as hot flesh engulfs you. He gasps, his body tightening around your cock, he arches his back, his eyes rolling back. With a long low moan, his mouth hangs open dumbly, he pants heavily, his body shaking, and he claws at the sheets for anything to anchor him, he squirms on your cock needing you to move, and he begs you with his eyes.

 "Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck me rough, fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me until I can't see, fuck me until I can't think, fuck me until I can't hear, fuck me until I can't breathe, fuck me until I can't live, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" You'd never seen him like this before and it's delicious, your hand wraps around his hot swollen flesh, pumping his cock a few times as he reacts like a feral animal.

His body writhes under your touch, his moans loud and urgent, he gasps, his eyes closed tightly, his cock twitching in your hand, panting heavily, his body shivers, and he spreads his legs wider, offering himself to you completely. "Ahh... Fuck yes... Please... Don't stop..." Alastor begs, his voice desperate, his body sweating, his muscles tense, his body convulsing, his mind lost, all he could think about was you fucking him, breaking him, owning him. "You're so fucking sexy like this," you groan, thrusting into him, hands gripping his hips tightly. "Take my cock, you greedy Buck." You push yourself fully into him, cock buried balls deep in his tight hole. "There we go, that's a good boy." You groan, grabbing his hips and pulling him forcefully down onto your dick. He cries out, his body tensing around your cock, his hole clenching around you, his eyes rolling back, his body trembling, he moans loudly, his body shaking, his cock twitching, and he grinds his hips against you, his body craving more. "Yes... Yes... Oh god... Please... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body sweating, his heart pounding, his mind lost, all he could think about was your cock, and the feeling of the friction as you raw fuck his tight, needy, swollen hole. You start pounding into him, setting a brutal pace, your cock sliding easily in and out of his tight hole, filling him completely. "That's it, my pet. Take my cock." Your hands grip his hips tightly, holding him steady as you fuck him mercilessly. Hand speeding up on his needy, leaking cock. "I'm going to cum," you groan, thrusting into him hard and fast, your cock throbbing inside him. "You want it? You want my cum?"

His body convulses, his mind blank, all he could feel was the sensation of your cock rearranging his insides, his cock throbs erratically as you furiously rub him, he cums hard, ropes of thick white cream spurting from his tip covering him in his own seed. He moans loudly, his voice hoarse, body shaking, eyes rolling back, his legs quiver around your waist, gasping as you continue pounding away at him, he looks at you with lust-filled eyes. "Yes... Please... Fill me up... I want your cum..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body coated in a sheen of sweat, mind lost, as he asks so sweetly for your seed, wanting to be marked by you, owned by you. 

You feel his inner walls clamping down on your cock, milking you as he still cums. You growl in delight as his tight hole spasms around you. "God, you're so fucking tight," you grunt, continuing to pound into him. "I'm gonna fill you up, you greedy little Buck." His name leaves your lips as you explode inside him, painting his insides with your own hot sticky cum. You can't help yourself, shooting load after load deep inside him. "Fuuuck..." 

Your cock twitches and pulses, emptying into him as you bite down on his neck, riding out the orgasm. Alastor's body shakes, his hole spasming around your cock, his body shuddering, clenching his fists and his toes curling. "Oh... oh god, that's it... Fill me up... I want your cum." Alastor whimpers, his voice shaky, mind lost in pleasure, loving the feeling of your hot sticky cum filling him up, marking him as yours. Alastor's body convulses one last time, his cock twitching as the last bit of cum spurts from his tip, coating your hand in his release, he pants heavily, his body covered in sweat and cum, his mind blank. As you finish cumming, riding the high, you give yourself a moment of recovery before gently pulling out of him, your spent cock glistening with cum. "There's a good boy." You roll over so he's on top of you, hands stroking through his hair soothingly.

"You're absolutely amazing Al," You say, raising your head to look at him, smiling softly, giving him a gentle kiss, enjoying the dazed, fucked out look in his eyes, his grin still in place out of habit, but sufficiently deranged looking. "Mmm, you're mine now," you murmur, licking the sweat off his neck, as you wait for him to come back to his senses, "And I always take care of my things." Alastor raises his head to look up at you, throat bobbing as he swallows. "I think I'd rather like that, my Dear... Please do... Keep me." His tail wagging frantically. 

[mndvx]

subradioband HAPPY PRIDE Y’AL!! Anyone else have an awakening with this one???

[allastoredeer]

In a lot of fics with the whole 'they're switching!' but in fact it's 99% of top!Alastor and then that one mention of top!Lucifer it's always the idea that 'Alastor need a lot of time to allow himself to bottoming for someone, let alone Lucifer!'

...but Lucifer somehow doesn't need even more time to even consider an idea to bottom for a sinner, especially the kind that is Alastor.

Sure, Jan.

I miss the mean egotistical Lucifer we got in the show. I want him back. His jealous insecurity is so special to me, I'm waiting for it to return from the war. I wish more fics explored his bias against Sinners and how he, very much, looks down on them. One song and a rebuilt hotel isn't going to change the distaste he's had for them for thousands of years, and I've yet to come across a fic that genuinely addresses that.

ON THAT TOPIC, how about a fic where Lucifer is confronted about the Exterminations that he signed off on. Where's my fics exploring the rage and hatred the Sinners would have for him? Damned or not, Sinners had to have had friends. Community. Our Hazbin crew can't be the only found family in Hell, there had to be other people who cared about each other. Who made a life for themselves. And I'm sure a LOT of them lost people they loved during the Exterminations.

Not to mention the sheer terror of being ruthlessly hunted and murdered for one day in the year (in a way that permanently kills them). The Sinners really got their own Hell version of The Purge, didn't they? Except they can't fight back or defend themselves in this one (or don't think they can, at least).

I'M JUST SAYING, chances are, the Sinners wouldn't like Lucifer just as much as he doesn't like them. I am dying for a fic that actually gives Lucifer repercussions for his actions. God, PLEASE, I need it so bad.

More on topic with the actual ask (LOL) I really want to write a bottom!Alastor fic where he is confident, in control, and knows exactly what he's doing during sex. Sexual attraction or not, he will get the last word in, and if that means riding the king of Hell until he's a blubbering mess then so be it.

[stephanidftba]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Nt8yaB/

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[antinouswilder]

I fear this is becoming a hadestown shitpost blog

[grogumaximus]

Christian Horner about Max Verstappen and Gianpiero Lambiase - eff won: Christian Horner Debrief

GP had asked Max about the pitlane crash in Silverstone on the radio to mess with him

Horner: "I said look GP he's just hit the he's just hit the pit wall and he came back to me and he said, yeah I know, I just want to hear him say, I want him to admit"

[otanatchan]

Excerpt from Alkaloid/Crazy:B RadiSta Episode 5 (Azakami Yohei, Kaito Tasuku, Kasama Jun, Yamaguchi Tomohiro)

“Risky Venus”

☆ RadiSta clip masterpost ☆

[animescreencolle]

Seiyuu Radio no Uraomote E12

[offonaherosjourney]

May we have the OST for Deadpool 4 (Basically asking what songs you think would be perfect for a Deadpool 4 movie)?

I don't have the entire OST but I've been told in confidence that Deadpool 4 will start with another dance number, except instead of Deadpool dancing to Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC, it will be Wolverine dancing to Bi Bi Bi by Sub-Radio (the bisexual cover of Bye Bye Bye)

[theaestheticsromance]

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬

Minors do NOT interact Words: 972

I was gifted Alastor x Tyler/OC smut by the amazing @hazelfoureyes and they did an amazing job at it so I urge you to go and check out their other amazing works.

Alastor didn’t get on his knees for anyone. But his beloved wasn’t anyone. His husband was the exception to all of his rules. The only times he allowed himself to break his exhaustingly controlled image was when alone with Tyler. 

So when Tyler told him to kneel, Alastor dropped. When Tyler told him to open his mouth, Alastor’s lips parted. When Tyler told him to lick, Alastor’s tongue reached out.

His tail was flitting side to side when he could elicit a moan from his darling. Not thinking, his hand pawed at his clothed erection, already leaking through his pants. 

“Happy?” Tyler cooed. Alastor moaned in response, but that wasn’t what his husband wanted, “Tell me you’re happy.”

When Alastor tried to pull his mouth off of Tyler’s cock, Tyler’s long fingers gripped his hair, “No No, darling. I didn’t say stop.”

Drool fell from Alastor’s mouth as he tried to choke out the word ‘happy’ while stuffed.

Tyler petted him lovingly, clawed fingers scratching up the short fuzz of his undercut. A weak spot he knew well.

“I’ve got an envie to see you ride. Slip out of your pants, dear, and start preparing yourself?” Tyler’s words were soft, Alastor pulsing under his hand. Happily. 

His hand slid back, eager fingers meeting his hungry hole. He worked himself open and pliable for his husband while his mouth kept busy. Alastor needed the calm that settled over him when he felt himself full of all the pleasures love provided. 

When Tyler reclined on the chaise lounge of his office, cock glistening and wet for him, Alastor took a moment to enjoy the view.

“Pretty as a picture. What a lucky sinner I am.” Alastor got to his feet just to climb up and settle back onto his knees as he straddled Tyler. 

As his body slowed, taking his lover’s cock in with shaky thighs, Tyler let the lower set of his hands slide down the smaller man’s torso, “You act like a quivering virgin. You were bent over that desk just yesterday.”

“Yes yes, it’s easy to talk when you aren’t impaling yourself.”

Something a kin to a purr, a squeaky chitter from Tyler, “You look beautiful regardless of position. I do enjoy this view, though.” He gently tugged at Alastor’s entrance as he stretched and squeezed around him. “Better than any show I’ve had grace my stage. By a mile.”

Alastor’s cheeks heated with an entirely unappreciated blush, “Stop.”

“Don’t get honte now, not when you’re opened up so wide for me.” Tyler finally gripped onto Alastor’s leaking member with his last free hand, head red and needy for touch. As Alastor bottomed out he took a second to let the burn subside. Tyler massaged little circles into his inner thighs as a gentle counter to the tight stroking his other hand was giving. Alastor was grateful for the two sets of arms his dear possessed, he could be showered with caresses that brought him into a shallow state of overstimulation easily. 

Leaning forward Alastor’s nails gripped his husband’s shoulder. He let his eyes stare into the black mirror of Tyler’s gaze. How could he express such love and want with just inky darkness? How could Alastor see his own reflection and yet not recognize the man he became when allowed the safety Tyler provided?

He began to move, not breaking that eye contact. Only an inch or so at a time as his body was adjusting still, Alastor’s sighs began to melt into moans. Soon enough he was bouncing on Tyler’s lap, his own cock smacking in his stomach with the force. Tyler released his hands on those thin hips to grab at Alastor’s ears. He rubbed at the velveteen and sensitive appendages, Alastor’s dick leaking a milky clear precum in direct response to the touch.

His husband always knew just where to touch him to make him fall apart. With a shiver down his skull and spine that shut off the electricity to his legs he dropped entirely. A shared groan mingled in the air between them. Tyler bit his lip, sharp teeth cutting into the grey flesh of his chin.

“Need a hand, my love?” The cock of Tyler’s brow hinted at the double meaning, “You did so good for me already.”

Alastor let himself be placed onto the sofa, cock never leaving. As Tyler bent over him, Alastor was reminded how much shorter he was than the death head moth demon. He couldn’t see his husband’s face in this position unless Tyler curved his back sharply. Luckily, he was always happy to do so, capturing Alastor’s mouth with his. The kiss smothered Alastor’s cries as Tyler began to fuck him in earnest. 

He broke the kiss, “Touching my ears was cheating, dear. I could’ve — nnngh,” His teeth clenched as sparks flew behind his vision, “There. Fuck.”

Two hands on either side of his head, one on his chin to pull him back into the kiss, and that blessed fourth milking his cock in time with the well aimed thrusts of Tyler’s hips.

As he came over his lover’s dark mahogany fingers, Alastor looked up to watch the orgasm taking over Tyler’s face.

There in the darkness of his eyes was that ghostly and dirty white glow so rarely shown by Tyler. Fleeting but leaving an impact on Alastor’s ego.  Alastor’s head fell back, eyes looking past Tyler’s shoulder to watch his hauntingly painted wings unfurl and flap roughly, trying to add force behind his press into Alastor’s body Instincts driving him to bury his release as deep as possible.

He leaned back, hips rutting mindlessly still as he came down from his orgasm. A soft chuckle, eyes scanning over Alastor’s sweaty and cum painted body, “You look blissed out, Alastor.”

“Of course.  Marital bliss, my dear.”

Notes: Envie [ah(n)-vee] A longing or hunger to do or eat something. Other Southerners might use the word ‘hankering’ where a Cajun would use ‘envie.’ “I’ve got an envie for some boudin.” Honte [hont]: Embarrassed or ashamed. “I drank too much and fell into the bayou. Boy, was I honte!”