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safination · 1 day ago

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If You Know, You Know.

Big Four Edition (❤️💙💚💛/ ❤️🦅🏹🐯) + One Extra

|Masterlist| Characters: Adam, Vox, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie. x Reader (Separate) TLDR: Dates around the area with them A/N: Welcome to my dumpster of a mind, where I try to place our beloved Hazbin characters into four to five categories. Will I be explaining any of them? Probably not. Listen, if you know, then you already know. Also, I can't believe I'm falling into this stage as a creator in a fandom. You can take me out of my roots, but you cannot take my roots out of me. Fuck me, honestly. This is the most self-indulgent shit, ever. If anyone irl found out who I am, I would die. Like literally die. Please don't come for me. Yes, this is 100% playing into stereotypes, but it's all in good fun. Nothing I write here says anything about you as a person or a large body of people. Plss lang. Sige an po This is all in good fun, I promise T_T

Adam — 🏹

Come on, this is an easy one. This thing is practically writing himself. Adam would 100% be here. Hatid-Sundo si baby boy by kuya Drivers niya. I can imagine Adam doing such an obnoxious laugh and then going, "Ay, gagi!" ( plus points for the elitism and the momol in hidden spots. I've seen yourFreedomWall)

Adam would walk you around the buildings, especially if you can't go inside. Why is it so hard to sneak inside? He would constantly take you to that one really good burrito and taco place (If you know it, then you know.), and would go to the Power Mac to buy stuff for you because why not.

Vox — ❤️

Hear me out a little. This is Vox we're talking about. So, despite being the type who belongs in the 🦅, at the end of the day, this is still Vox. This holds true considering that . . . uh . . . debate (?) surrounding those who should be accepted into ❤️. While Vox could go with the 🦅, he would snatch up a spot in ❤️. (But like, this is isn't his fault. It really is the fault of the system in place, and we're all proud of Vox because it is a big honor to be here.) Like Adam, Vox would be Hatid-Sundo, and would hang out in UP Town most of the time.

Dates would Vox would include going to Gino's or Nono's or cracking open the books at Tyler's. It would take forever to get anywhere with him because he refuses to walk anywhere, and would either always be driven there or would book a Grab. Plus point for traffic, but you get to bond and talk with him during the traffic.

Alastor — 🏹

He doesn't like being an 🏹 despite majority of the people being really chill and cool. But it's most likely because he bumps into Adam. He's practically crawling up the wall. He sees the life of those in 🏹 and gets really confused at how they act. He rants to Rosie (who would be in the all girl's club) about it all the time. Unlike Adam, Alastor will hop off at Vito Cruz.

Dates around the bay area and MOA, honestly. He would make you listen to his radio broadcast that I do know they have. All four have their own organization. Alastor would take you to Star City, and would insist on walking there because it's walking distance daw, and tricycles are low key a scam there.

(Again, please, don't come for me. 🏹's are mostly chill but come on. You can't deny it. I've seen what the streets look like. I've seen the Power Mac. The aircons.True 🏹 would find it funny.)

Lucifer — ❤️

I don't need to explain why Lucifer would be here. Let's be fr. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

But unlike Vox, Lucifer would take long walks with you around the oval and the Sunken Garden. Fuck it, I'm even bold enough to say that he would join the run club there if you were into that type of thing. You would eat fishballs and kikiam. There would be no kwek-kwek or balut tho. When you get tired, you and Lucifer would sit by the fountain with the Statue™. Lucifer would take jeepnys with you to get around. If you don't go there, majority of date time would be spent trying to find you a restroom to use.

Charlie — 🐯

I debated placing Charlier either with the maroons or the tigers, but ultimately decided that it would be nice for Charlie to be with the tigers. I don't know how to explain it. It just makes sense to me. Charlie would always have an umbrella with her because rain or shine or terrible rain, she would go.

Charlie will take you to paskuhan at the soccer field to see all the lights and the concert. The food dates around that area would go hard. Like seriously, damn. Charlie would constantly take you to Lover's Lane, and explain all the history of the buildings.

Vaggie — 💙💛/ All Girls

This post is supposed to feature, "the big four" but I don't care. I can do what I want. It's fitting that Vaggie would be somewhere where it's all girl. (That recently started accepting boys too. So that's nice.)

Dates with Vaggie would involve CBTL, but in Regis Center instead of UP Town. Sometimes, you would cross over to ❤️to find something to eat. Tricycle rides to get around, and Siomai would be such a constant in your dates.

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mraprilfools · 3 days ago

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Title: A Snowy Day Off

Pairing: Old!Vox x Wife!Reader

Contents/Warnings: Domestic Fluff, LIKE so much Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Tickling, Brief Suggestive themes

Length: 2.8k

Summary: A long awaited day off has come and you spend it by going shopping together in town! The two of you end up enjoying a nice quiet day together in the snow, dinner, and even watching television together.

A/N: I don't have an excuse. That box headed dork is too cute.

It didn’t snow every year in hell. It was a rarity that you had come to appreciate, banishing the otherwise oppressive heat of the underworld. Dressed in a heavy winter coat, neck wrapped with a new scar, mufflers, gloves, and fur boots. Your husband didn’t leave much to chance to make sure you stayed warm when you went out. But a streak of mischievousness inspired you to break away from his side. A punishment for his audacity for letting go of your hand! You stepped down Cannibal Town to fall against a pile of untouched powdered snow. Crystals flew into the air, sparkling as they caught the light.

The crimson expanse above felt almost light thanks to the warm tickling of your chest. The snow crunched beneath your body, and with liberated joy from your overprotective husband, you raised your arms and spread your legs creating a snow demon in the snow. The several layers you wore couldn’t protect you from the direct impact of the snow, sending you a familiar chill that reminded you of the touch of your beloved.

The snow clung to your clothes, weighing you down. But, you didn’t mind it one bit. The rapid sound of footsteps crunching snow in the distance inspired a guilty grin on your face, teeth on full display. A shadow swallowed the light, with the faint glow of your husband's screen being the only reason you can see his face underneath the parasol protecting his very vulnerable water head.

“There you are, dear...” Vox sighed, exasperated. The monochrome face smiled at the sight of you, hunching down beside you. “I turned around and you were nowhere to be found!”

“Yep. I decided I wanted to make a snow angel, but I knew you’d stop me.”

Vox narrowed his eyes, spinning the parasol in his hand. The shadow it cast danced across your view, feeling as if days and nights were passing over you if you simply closed your eyes. “And why would I stop you?”

“You’ll catch a cold dear! Let me put at least five more scarves on you!” You taunted him, trying to imitate his voice. A bit of a trial with the thick TV filter it had.

“Ah.” Vox scoffed. “Well excuse me for worrying about my wife’s well-being. It’s not like I have first-hand experience with how miserable you get in public.”

You sucked in a breath, shifting your gaze away. “Never happened! I’m a FIERCE independent woman when I’m sick! I don’t need no man.”

“Voooox, I’m cold. Can you turn on the head blanket? Make me chicken noodle soup! I’m so bored of sleeping, read me a story.” It was Vox’s turn to impersonate you. You puffed out your cheeks in response. A claw affectionately poked at the right one until you blew out a raspberry at him.

“I can’t feel the cold, honey. Besides the clothes make sure we don’t get stuck together.” Vox flexed his hands, drawing attention to his own body.

“It’s not like I’m blowing you in public. Also-- I don’t think it’d… stick?”

Vox’s face immediately turned white, the flush on his face masking the speckles of white on his screen. Nervous laughter bubbled forth. “Let’s not test that out. That would be too embarrassing to have to go to the clinic for.” You broke out into laughter with him, throwing your arm over your eyes. The mental image of sitting in the waiting room was enough to make you lurch forward and hug yourself.

Vox caught your back, holding your back before you could fall back down. The handle of the umbrella was pushed into your hands, which you grasped onto with a question obvious in the way you knit your brows. Vox needed the parasol to protect himself from having snow and water get into his head. You were far more resistant.

“Hold still honey, you’ve got snow in your hair.” His hands reached for the top of your head, brushing away the accumulated snow that was quickly becoming chilly when it melted and ran down the back of your neck.

Silently you obliged, focusing on watching his face when his brows knit in concentration. Vox had this habit of always revealing a single tooth on the right side of his mouth when he was truly absorbed in something. The habit revealing itself inspired a smile, one that pulled Vox from his task to match his dark gray eyes with yours. That familiar blush returned, more intense than ever.

“What are you staring at?”

“You.”

A garbled noise like static erupted from his speakers, the hand on the back of your head pulling you forward so your face was pushed into the cushion of his chest. You naturally wrapped your arms around him, navigating the parasol to keep his safe safe from the snow above.

“Stay here for a moment dear… I just want to hold you.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. The feel of his hands tracing down your hair, brushing the snow off your back, and the static of his screen against the top of your head were all familiar sensations that made you think of home. You shifted in his arms, a motion that signaled him to ease back. Settling your hand on his shoulder, you tugged him forward. Vox took the hint, weaving his claws between the locks of your hair to act as a natural barrier so he could cradle your face.

Safe from the bitter cold, the glass screen came closer until your nose and forehead bumped against it. The head is one of the places that would always be safe thanks to the head it always exerted. You loved touching it during the winter months just to warm up your hands. He always complained, but you knew he secretly loved the attention.

Vox’s hands found their familiar place beneath your skull as he guided your lips to lay on top of his. You tugged the parasol down, using it as a natural barrier from the rest of the world while you shared an innocent kiss with your husband. It was a simple mingling of lips brushing against one another through breathy giggles.

“Let’s get you home. I’ll draw you a bath so you can warm back up. Aaand how about some chicken noodle soup for lunch?” Vox asked while the area between his eyes remained pressed against your forehead.

You wrinkled your nose. “I’m cold, not sick! Any warm meal will do. If YOU’RE cooking though…” With a cocky grin, you fussed with the scarf wrapped around his neck. A dark blue scarf that matched your own monogrammed with both of your initials. “How about my favorite?”

“I could be convinced.” Vox began, a dark gray sharkish smile stretching across his screen. “If you’ll… give me a back massage tonight.”

“Hmm… I get a home-cooked meal from my husband. AND I get a free excuse to touch his sexy body after. Too late to change your mind though, deal!”

That same blush returned, with Vox clicking his tongue as his claws continued to thread through your hair. Knocking away the remnants of the show. “Not as beautiful as yours.”

What should have been a fifteen-minute walk to pick up some eggs had become an adventure of gluttony. The two of you ended up getting muffins and fresh bread from the baker too. Then when a confectioner caught your eye, Vox couldn’t help but tempt you to give in and spoil yourself. The bags in your hands were far heavier than any of you expected, or so you suspected. You had left Vox to carry it all while he trusted his life in your hands with the parasol.

Vox ended up having the right idea in the end. The bath right after turning from the cold ended up being heavenly. Feeling the dreadful chill that made you feel numb and tingled with the heat of the water. You had to palm handfuls of water to first acclimate your face that was the worst. Your nose felt like it was about to fall off! The hot water unfortunately didn’t last long, but it encouraged you to get washed up and out of the bath.

A bathrobe had been left out on the counter for you to slip into once you dried off with the towel. It was warm to the touch. Vox must have run it through the dryer for a few minutes for you. The warmth of the gesture warmed you to the very heart as you wrapped it around your shoulders. Dinner was ready by the time you left the bathroom, giving you a fantastic chance to see Vox wrapped up in that pink and white frilly apron he originally got because he wanted to see you wearing it.

Vox sighed dramatically, bending over like he was picking something up. “Can’t even cook a meal for my beautiful wife without her trying to sexualize me because I’m so cute in an apron. Well, go ahead and spank me if you have to.”

“Pfft! I just thought you looked very cute. I wasn’t thinking you were sexy at all.”

“N-not even a little?” He asked the frown on his face was even worse with how large those digital eyes grew. You covered your mouth to suppress the snickering.

“Ok, a little sexy. I could see myself bending you over the counter and fucking you.” You came up behind Vox, grabbing hold of his hips to send his rear smack against your hips.

“Oooh!” Vox squealed as girlishly as he could fake it, holding his claws up to his mouth like he were genuinely in shock. “Ruffian!”

It was a peaceful everyday life with the two of you even settling in together to watch your favorite show ‘I Love Luci’, the hit show based on the Morningstars! A show that Vox had directed personally, getting inspiration from your own boring domestic life. It was strangely entertaining!

Was a little narcissistic? Yes. But, you enjoyed watching a glorified version of your own married life on the television. It had far more drama, and some of the conflicts were exaggerated in a way that now that it was over the two of you could both laugh at it. A warm bath, a hot meal, and snuggling with Vox on the couch was exactly all you needed to end up drifting to sleep snuggled under a blanket.

You hadn’t even intended on it. While watching a re-run you mentally said to yourself, ‘I’ll close my eyes for five minutes’. You didn’t even last five seconds. When you next opened your eyes you were already being carried to the bedroom. With half-open eyes, you sleepily smiled at him.

“Good morning Princess.”

“Mmn… it better still be evening. If you left me to sleep on the couch all night I’ll uh...” You faltered, your sluggish mind still not fully awake yet. Vox flashed that toothy smile.

“Very threatening dear. Perhaps you shouldn’t be so cute I want to cuddle with you all night! But-- you got lucky. The show only ended five minutes ago.”

He laid you out on the bed, a type of spoiling you happily too even accepting his help to remove your robe and slip into some silken pajamas. His lips lingered on yours as he pulled in your top, pushing you back into the bed with his weight crashing upon you. The springs creaked with the protest of two bodies in one place, your arms locked around his body feeling the most safe with his weight on top of yours.

“Too sleepy to give me that backrub you promised?” Vox asked.

“Kiiinda.” You admitted. You bent your head into the crook of his neck, pulling down the turtleneck to kiss the exposed thick tangle of wires that ran into his head. It was a type of intimacy that made Vox lock up for a second, then relax when your kisses would tickle the base of his throat.

“You’re too sleepy for that too then, honey.”

“Tch...” You clucked your tongue, falling back against the sheets. With half-opened eyes you stretched out your hands to grasp the side of the box, staring into his digital face. “Why are you so cute?!”

A furious flush covered his screen. His eyes shifted away as his lips down-turned in a petulant pout. “I’m not cute. I’m cool.”

“You’re not cool. You’re a dork and cute as well.”

“Wh--!” Vox scoffed, shooting you a glare. “Shouldn’t you think your husband is the coolest?”

“Nah- I married the biggest dork. He has this dorky smile whenever I tell him I love him, he has the silliest freckles, and he stutters when I bully him.” You proudly proclaimed, watching the utter betrayal in his widened eyes.

“N-I! You know what!” Vox hiked up your top until it only covered your chest and tickled your sides with the back of his claws. Immediately the ticklish sensation had you squirming beneath him, clamping down on his shoulder with one hand, and the other trying to pin down the hand tickling your side.

“N-NO! STOP! PFFHAHAHA! STOP! NOO! VOX!”

An evil maniacal laugh rang out. “Not until you say I’m cool!”

Stuck between your pride and Vox’s, you tried to hold back as long as possible. Twisting your body, trying to roll over, anything to avoid the ticklish sensation. But as it became hard to breathe, you beat the bed and begged him. “OK! OK! STOP STOP!”

With panted breath, he did as you asked. Leaving his hand to wander by your side with full intent to continue if you didn’t give him what he wanted. There were two dark strips trailing down his evil smirk knowing he had you in a checkmate.

“You’re… the coolest man I know! O.K!”

“NOW I know you’re lying.” Vox scoffed, rolling his eyes. But that familiar lack of color on his face was a tell-tale sign of otherwise. Not to mention he was making that same dorky smile you just made fun of him for.

“Now I’m not even sleepy anymore. You tickled it out of me!” You whined, “I was so comfy and happy too. Ruined it.”

Realizing his mistake, Vox’s smile soured. He reached onto his side to pull down the zipper for his turtleneck and pulled it off. The trousers came off and stripped down to his boxers he laid down in the bed beside you and opened up the blankets in an open offer for a cuddle.

An offer you gave a stink eye initially. But who were you to deny cuddles? Like a wounded dog, you wandered in and allowed him to wrap an arm around your waist and hug you flush against his body. A small throw pillow was pulled over, settled over his arm to act as a cushion for your head. One you gratefully took.

“This help?” Vox asked.

“A little...” You confessed. Laid onto your side, her palms slid over the smooth skin of the man beside you. The firm muscles flexed under your touch. The texture wasn’t the same throughout. On his ribs, there were these indents of glass where a faint blue light glowed. It was smooth like glass. While you explored his body, his claws brushed over your back, running his claws up and down your back with the cover of the silk pajamas protecting your skin.

With his screen tucked in close, Vox whispered, “Can I get that back massage in the morning?”

“I… think that can be arranged. But you and I both know it won’t just be a backrub.”

“When is it ever?” Vox guiltily admitted, with a hint of laughter in his voice. The faint buzz of his static was a prelude to the kiss pressed against your temple. It always took a few minutes for the sheets to get warm enough that you could comfortably sleep. But the warm heat of the box pressed against your head helped.

“Good night dear. I love you, Vox.”

“I love you too, good night.”

When you shut your eyes, you focus listening to the white noise of the fans in his head and inside of his body lulling you into a renewed sense of security. You were far too excited from the tickling, so you let your hands continue to wander across his side. Tracing the dips and curves of his body, occasionally shifting when you tickled him somewhere. Glass pressed against your cheek as his face snuggled closer to yours.

A sensation that you first found odd, but found familiar now. If you never knew what it was like to nuzzle faces with somebody with a real face? You’d be happy. With that thought lingering in the back of your mind, you were once again pulled under for real to sleep.

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dewdropdinosaur · 1 day ago

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Smutmas Day 10 - Ghost of Christmas

Vox x Reader Summary: It's Y/N and Vox's first anniversary and Y/N decides to get him an expensive gift. Only for Vox to share it, wanting to show his appreciation. Warnings: Making-out, shot-gun kiss with whiskey. PG-15 rating. MDNI, 15+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Dedicated to @macabr3-barbi3

Y/N stepped into the dimly lit bar of Vox’s and her luxurious penthouse, heels clicking against the polished black marble floor. The setting was pure Vox: sleek, modern, and dripping with a power display. The towering demon lounged on a pristine leather couch, his sharp, angular features illuminated by the faint blue glow of the myriad screens floating in the air around him.

"You're late," Vox drawled, his glitching voice carrying that signature note of smug superiority. His glowing red eyes flickered, scanning her, as his static-like grin widened. "Not getting cold feet, are we?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, setting down a sleek black gift bag on the glass table in front of him. "Hardly. I was finalizing your surprise. Try to be patient for once."

Vox raised a brow, his static popping lightly with amusement. "Surprise, huh? You're just full of clichés, aren't you, doll?" Still, he leaned forward, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Open it," she said, crossing her arms as she stood before him. A small smile found its way on her face despite the tense moment just seconds earlier, anticipation fluttering in her chest like a room full of static.

With a flourish, Vox reached into the bag, his elongated fingers pulling out a bottle of whiskey so rare it practically glowed. The label bore the name of a distillery even he had to admit was known for their craft—and their price tag. The glass bottle shimmered faintly under the room’s ambient light, its intricate design a testament to the exclusivity of the drink.

“Mamon’s Eternity Reserve," Vox murmured, his voice glitching slightly, but the impressed tone was clear. "This stuff’s not just expensive—it’s legendary. Even I couldn’t get my way into finding a bottle of this." He leaned back, clutching the whiskey like a prize, his grin growing impossibly smug. "My, my, Y/N. You really went all out, didn’t you? Guess I mean more to you than you let on."

Y/N scoffed, but there was a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. "It's our first anniversary. I thought you’d appreciate something that matches your... extravagant tastes."

Vox tilted his head, inspecting the bottle again before fixing his gaze on her. "Extravagant tastes, huh? Don’t sell yourself short, doll. You’re the one spoiling me here." He placed the bottle down gently, standing up and towering over her. "You know, you could’ve just written me a cheesy card or something. This…" He gestured to the whiskey. "This is overkill."

"Don’t act like you don’t love it," she teased, raising a brow.

"Oh, I do," Vox said, his grin sharp and his tone almost teasingly patronizing. "It’s adorable how much you want to impress me."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smirk betrayed her. "Don’t flatter yourself too much, glitch boy."

But as Vox chuckled, his confident demeanor flickered for just a moment—like the static he embodied. Because as much as he relished her efforts to win his favor, it wasn’t the whiskey or her extravagance that mattered most. She mattered most.

That was the part Vox would never say out loud, though. Vulnerability wasn’t his thing, not when his entire existence thrived on control, dominance, and confidence. Yet, there was something about Y/N—the way she saw through all his bravado, the way she challenged him without fear—that cracked through his carefully curated image.

“Pour us a drink, then," Vox said, his glitching voice as smooth as ever. "Let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks. Though I’m sure it’s not as intoxicating as you, doll."

"Charming," Y/N quipped, grabbing two glasses from the nearby shelf and ignoring the way her cheeks heated at his comment. She poured the golden liquid, its rich aroma filling the space between them.

They clinked glasses, his sharp claws tapping against her glass gently, the sound like a note of harmony between their contrasting worlds.

“To one year of putting up with your arrogance,” Y/N said, her voice laced with mock irritation.

“And to you,” Vox replied smoothly, his grin softer than usual, his gaze lingering on hers for a fraction longer than she expected.

As they sipped the rare whiskey, Vox allowed himself one indulgence: a quiet, genuine moment of appreciating her. Because for all his swagger and superiority, Y/N was the one thing in his life he’d never take for granted. Especially not tonight. Looking so delictable before him, he could almost forget about the whiskey. Dark elegance coated her body in a swath of warmth and expensive fabric, though it did little to cloud the radiance she exuded. A perfection that even his ego could admit he didn’t deserve in his corner of Hell.

“Dollface, come here a second,” Vox spoke softly, though obviously in command. Patting his leg gently in invitation.

Nodding obediently, Y/N placed down her glass and trotted over to her boyfriend, plopping down on his knee with a smile. Her hands came to rest on his chest, supporting herself but truly it was an excuse to feel his strong pecs. Taking a swig of liquid couragel Vox’s hand curled itself around the base of her neck, nimble fingers brushing her hair. Leaning in close, he pulled Y/N to meet him in the middle, locking their lips in a passionate kiss.

Mildly surprised at the sudden action, Y/N wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. Swiping his tongue across her lips in a plea for access, it was granted, much to the surprise of Y/N who felt the familiar warmth of whiskey flooding into her mouth from his. Vox’s eyes peek open just for a moment, mesmerized as Y/N greedily drank it all; pulling away after nipping his lower lip.

Her lips began to trail lower, grazing over his skin in trailing hot, wet kisses along the sensitive flesh. Y/N could feel his heartbeat pick up, the pulse point in his neck slightly bulging…along with something else at her continued affection. Sucking softly near the edge of his collarbone, tongue lapping over a now-forming bruise, Y/N pulled back and whispered huskily.

“Next time you wanna share V, all you have to do is ask.”

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redfoxwritesstuff · 1 day ago

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AN: As we draw close to Christmas and the end of the year, here's your reminder to be the person you wish there was more of in the world.

CW: Smut, fem receiving oral, sex toys, undiscussed video call sharing, val is mentioned.

Summary: When Vox seems to lose interest in you and your undefined relationship, you take yourself out to the bar after a fight. An unlikely heroine saves you from a rather crude man with too much interest in you. After a few drinks and spilling your story, she takes you back to her place to show you that you had options.

“Vox!” you yelled, stomping after your boyfriend, lover, whatever the fuck he was.

Each time your heels slammed the wooden floor, it seemed to fracture the warmth that you had built in this space. You hadn’t defined the relationship and fuck; you needed to. What exactly he was would determine if you were even right to be upset with the man you had been spending most of your days and nights with for the last six or so months.

He had been there whenever he wasn’t working. He kept you on his arm, doted on you. He gave you gifts and pleasure and now he wasn’t, and it was pissing you off. Under the rolling ball of rage in your gut was something worse, something that hurt if you looked at it for more than a second. It was a sea of sadness and fear that you were becoming boring, routine, fading into the background of Vox’s life.

He had been… absent. Disengaged. Even when fucking, the fire, passion and desire seemed… forced. You could see the spinning wheel of programs running in the background, the slight flicker of his screen as he switched from task to task.

It wasn’t even Christmas day yet, and you were losing him, his heart. His interest, his time- you were losing it all.

“I’ve got work to do, dollface.” Vox didn’t even bother looking back at you. “You don’t need me to go to the bar with you.”

“You’re right.” Your voice turned cold as you stood, feeling very much like he had slapped you. “I don’t need you to go to the bar with me.”

“Glad we got that established.” Vox walked out of the penthouse you had been spending more and more time alone in as time went on. He didn’t look back at you. He didn’t slow. He didn’t even say goodbye. He just… walked out.

“I don’t need you to,” you whispered, your heart breaking in your chest as the door closed behind him. “I wanted you to.”

~~~~~<3

The music was louder than you would have liked for a night out on your own, but the bar itself was pretty tame, all things considered. You had to do some searching, not bothering to put any effort into hiding where you were going.

Maybe… maybe Vox was watching. He did that, sometimes. Less now than he had before, but… he would watch what you were up to online. Maybe he would look and see. Maybe he would join you.

You typed “I miss you” and searched. Of course, the results were several books and songs, none that you gave a shit about. With a sigh, you cleared the search bar and continued your mission, finding the small hole in the wall bar you where you currently sat.

You’d been there for over an hour and Vox hadn’t showed up. It stung, but you that didn’t surprise you. You wanted it to, but… it didn’t. Whatever it was you had with Vox, it was dying and that was killing you. He was tired of you and you… you’d fallen in love with him.

Stupid. Satan help you, you were stupid.

“Heeey,” a man slid up next to you at the bar. “What’s a sexy thing like you doing here?”

“Drinking,” you answered coldly, doing little more than glancing at him.

“What, couldn’t get into one of the ritzy clubs?” the man pressed, scooting closer to you. You, in turn, scooted away.

“What I can and cannot get into isn’t your concern.” You finished your drink quickly before slipping off the stool.

“I know what I can get into.” The man’s words slurred as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“No, thank you,” you said as you turned, preparing to slip off the seat.

As soon as your feet hit the ground, his arm was around your waist. Your back hit his chest, hips grazing his thighs. “Come on, baby. I can show you a good time.”

“I believe she told you to fuck off.” Velvette’s voice cut through the voice of the club like a knife, commanding obedience even as she sounded frankly bored. The man’s hands left you as if the sound burned him.

No one in their right mind would cross the Vee’s, even the more peaceful of the three. Doing so would earn them death or financial ruin, depending on their mood at the time. In hell, it was hard to say,which was worse.

“Piss off,” Velvette said, shoulders square and head held high as she stepped closer to you while keeping her eyes on the man. “You’re in my fucking seat.”

“There are other seats.” The man failed to muster the same confidence he had as he accosted you when speaking to the powerful fashion overlord.

“Great!” Velvette clapped her hands once, a cold smile cutting across her black painted lips. “There are plenty of other seats for you then!”

The man hesitated, standing but lingering in front of the stool. Velvette took a step forward, stomping her heel as her foot hit the ground. The crack of her heel on the wooden floor sent the man running.

“Thank you.” You watched with wide eyes as Velvette took the man’s seat.

“It’s whatever.” She waved her hand through the air as if she could physically bat the thanks away. “Sit down and drink with me.”

You knew better than to disobey. Velvette was one of the more sane of the Vees, but she was still known to go off at a moment’s notice. Your night sucked balls already. You would not tempt fate. Plus, after her scaring away your latest admirer, you did somewhat owe her.

“Why aren’t you with your flat-faced prince?” She motioned, taking the drink she had ordered up in her hand.

“He’s got a meeting. Business.” You tried to sound like it didn’t bother you. You tried to sound like you didn’t care.

“Shit sucks,” Velvette mused.

“Yeah.” You sighed, a long weary sound. “It does.”

One drink turned into shots, the two laughing over the terrible fashion choices of everyone in the bar. It felt good to have a friend, a fellow woman, to pass the time with. It was.. nice.

“Why are you here, anyway?” you asked as giggles subsided.

“Checkin on you.” Velvette shrugged. “Haven’t seen you around lately. What the fuck is up with that?”

“Oh,” your face fell.

“Oh, hoe- you better spill your tea. What the fuck is going on with you and Vox?” Velvette motioned for more drinks for the both of you.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, shoulders sagging. “He’s been so busy with work and… I just feel like an afterthought. I don’t know. Hell, I don’t know if he even sees me anymore or if I’m just another thing hanging around the penthouse. Sometimes, I think he wouldn’t notice if I wasn’t there.”

“Shiiit.” Velvette let the word drag on, watching you with wide eyes. “And you still want him?”

“I… I don’t know.” You shoved your hands through your hair before looking at her again. “I- I do. I love him. I just, fuck- I don’t know.”

“Shit, the sex must be mind blowing.” Velvette whistled as she sipped her pink cocktail. You gave her a look, surprise clearly written on your face. “What?”

“I thought… I mean, Vox and Valentino are a thing. I thought that-” You didn’t know how best to tell your powerful new friend that you had assumed she was also fucking your not boyfriend boyfriend.

“Oh, ew- babe- no.” Velvette laughed. “I don’t fuck with men. You know why?”

“Why?” You leaned in.

“Because men leave you like this. You know who isn’t going to give you the runaround like this? A fuckin chick.” Velvette downed the rest of her drink. “Ever given a chick a shot?”

“N-no.” Heat rose to your cheeks as Velvette looked at you very intentionally.

“Do you want to?” she offered.

“I’ve- I don’t… What about Vox?”

Velvette laughed, head thrown back as she grabbed your hand, pulling you off your stool as she stood. “Did you and Vox ever agree to be monogamous?”

“Well, no…” You let her drag you toward the door.

“And he’s still fucking around with Val, isn’t he?” Velvette looked back at you, a wicked smile full of promise as she spoke.

“I mean, sure…” The hot humid air of hell washed over you as she pulled you out of the bar.

“Then let’s go babe. I’ll show you a good time and maybe after, Vox’ll remember why it’s important to lock down what he wants to keep to himself.”

~~~~~<3

Velvette kissed you as soon as you stepped into her penthouse apartment. Fashion magazines and fabric swatches littered the space. Drawings of concepts were left lying around as if they were worth nothing.

Kissing a woman didn’t feel as foreign as you had expected. Her soft lips moved against yours, sharp black lipstick smudging as she led you to her bedroom. Everything about her was softer, even as she gripped you tightly.

Her hands found the zipper of your dress, knowing exactly where to reach since she had designed the piece herself. You shuddered, nervous even through the fog of cocktails, as she sent your dress to the ground.

“Vox has all this and is too busy fucking off with work?” Velvette whistled, reaching behind her back to undo her dress. “I’ll never understand men.”

She pulled you onto her bed, finding enjoyment from your timid nature. It was cute whenever someone had their first time. Smoothe skin ran along smoothe skin as you timidly touched her.

She held you, guiding your hand to cup her breasts and run along the curves of her waist as she did the same to you.

“Bloody hell, you’re a sexy thing.” Velvette smiled as you grew bolder, eagerer in your touches. “What would you think about eating pussy?”

“I’ve- I’ve never, but I can try.” Your stomach tied itself in knots as you helped Velvette shimmy out of her lacy thong.

“I’ll help you through it,” Velvette said as she laid back, spreading her legs. “Just think about all those things you wish Vox would do and do them. Promise babe, I’ll make you feel real good after. It ain’t no one-way street with me.”

Her pussy was shaved bare like a doll, spread open and waiting for you as you crawled between her legs. You licked your lips, looking at her for a moment longer. Velvette had what you thought could be the most photogenic pussy you had ever seen, not that you looked at a lot of them.

You were terrified of what you were about to do. Not the act itself, though considering you had always just assumed you were straight, perhaps you should have been. More than anything, you were terrified of doing a poor job and being ripped apart for it.

“Go on, get on with it now.” Velvette urged.

You took one last deep breath and started. They always said starting was the hardest part. In this case, they were right, whoever the hell ‘they’ were. The taste of her wasn’t terribly different from when you’d taste yourself smeared over Vox’s fingers.

Velvette was a good teacher, eager to drop soft direction and share when you did something right. She never made you feel like you were subpar or that she was just putting up with your attempt.

“Lookie here,” Velvette said, catching your attention.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at her to find her phone camera pointed down at you. Your eyes went wide as your face grew hot.

“Don’t worry babe, it’s for your flat-faced prince.”

“Who are you talking to, Vel?” On the screen, Velvette smiled as Vox finally looked at the screen. Your name came loud and clear from the speakers.

“Don’t stop,” Velvette ordered, and you were just drunk enough to close your eyes and do as she said, doing your best to will the knowledge that your… whatever Vox was to you was watching you eat a woman for the first time in your life.

“You see, Vox.” Velvette ran her fingers through your hair, softly urging you to continue every time your ministrations grew timid. “I found your little toy out on her own and thought to myself, ‘well, if Vox isn’t going to play with her, maybe I should?’ And wouldn’t you know it- she’s a quick learner?”

“Oh,” Velvette arched her back as you sucked on her clit, “Just like that bebe.”

You did the one thing that was so hard for men to do- you continued doing exactly what you were doing until Velvette was moaning, fingers wrapped in your hair as she rocked her hips against your face.

She pulled you back by your hair as the twitching muscles of her pussy relaxed. She held her phone up, ensuring Vox could see as she sat up as well, meeting you in the middle for a hot, slick kiss.

She pushed you back, guiding you to rest your head on her pillows.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Vox snapped as Velvet reached into her drawer, grabbing a dildo of considerable size, a small vibrator, and a bottle of lube.

“I’m going to blow her mind,” Velvette laughed as she worked your panties down your hips. “Since apparently you’ve been too busy working to do it.”

Velvette set her phone on one of the stands she seemed to have everywhere, ensuring Vox had a good view. While he sat alone and working, she lubed up the dildo.

You blushed as she nestled the head of the large cock against your slick opening. This was so unlike any sex you had had before, so painfully intimate to be seen in such a way of knowing that she wasn’t being stimulated in any other way while she filled you.

It made you feel naked and desired in a way… Vox hadn’t in a long time.

“F-fuck, Vel-velvette.” Your hips rocked as you spread your legs more, making more room for her. “It’s too big.”

“Shh, babe, I won’t make you take it all.” Velvette watched as your pussy slid over the artificial cock, taking great satisfaction in knowing that she was filling you with something thicker than Vox had in his pants.

She pushed forward, pushing the head deeper and deeper until she felt that resistance that told her she had reached as far as your body had to give at the moment. It was your first time;, she wanted to make sure it was good for you before she pushed your body to its limits.

She used one hand to thrust the cock in and out of you as she scooted forward, shoving her knees under your legs. She grabbed the vibrator in her other hand as your legs draped over her thighs.

You moaned, the stretch delicious, but spreading you to what you were sure was the limit of what you could physically take. Your pussy squelched as the dildo moved in and out of you, pace firm and quickening. The vibrator buzzed to life as Velvette looked back at the phone.

“How quick can you make her cum?” She asked Vox, not bothering to try to hear the answer. “I bet I can make her cum in a few short minutes.”

“Oh,” your head fell to the side as the buzzing head of the vibrator landed on your clit, sending sharp stimulation directly through you. “Oh, shit.”

The buzzing increased, vibrations becoming more powerful as Velvette fucked you with the thick dildo. Your fingers gripped the blanket as she worked your pussy, driving you quickly toward an orgasm.

“Oh, Oh, Oh shit, oh fuck.” your walls fluttered, gripping the dildo, begging it for something it couldn’t go.

“Fuck Babe.” Velvette watched with eager eyes as your nails dug into your own thighs, leaving red trails as you came. “You’re fucking pretty when you cum.”

She slowed the thrusting, backing off on the vibration setting as she worked you through your aftershocks. You gasped for air, chest rising and falling with the force of the breaths.

“Fuck,” Vox moaned, voice nearly lost to the low volume on Velvette’s phone.

“If your flat-faced prince doesn’t get the memo that you’ve got options now, babe- you come back to me,” Velvette spoke as she climbed up your body, settling herself against your side. She kissed you deeply as you turned into her, holding her as much as she held you. “You still there, Vox?”

Vox moaned as he answered, “I am.”

“Fuck, you’re getting off to this?” Velvette laughed before kissing you again, harder. “If you don’t get your shit together, I’m stealing your girl. You got that? I’ll give her all the one-on-one attention she wants and can make her cum in under a minute. I’ll make your dick obsolete.”

“Shit, Vel. We can work out a deal.” The sound of soft thumping came from the speaker, so slight that you almost couldn’t hear it.

“No deal, Vox. She’s an all-or-nothing kind of girl.” Velvette’s attention focused on you, kissing you again. “Aren’t you, babe?”

“Yeah,” you sighed as her hand ran down the curves of your sides.

“Fucking figure it out, Vox.” Velvette ordered. “VoxTek, end call.”

You didn’t hear the beep of the phone call disconnecting over the buzz of the vibrator returning to life. Velvette had no intention of letting you sleep anytime soon. The both of you had a long night ahead of you. If Velvette had her way, you wouldn’t be able to pick Vox without at least a moment of second thoughts.

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timeslugarts · 2 days ago

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The office party got crazy 🎶🎶

I was telling myself I didn’t like this and wasn’t going to finish, but I still ended up working on it more 🥲

Anyways Merry Sinsmas 😘

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love-at-first-sight-23 · 4 months ago

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Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

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silasours · 10 months ago

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ৎ⸝⸝⠀COCKWARMING ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. office sex. public sex. sub/power sub reader. no mentions of specific anatomy. vox is in an online meeting for work. touch starved lucifer. val blowing his smoke on you for fun. non proofread because it's six in the fuckin morning and I have not slept a wink. #summary : in which they keep themselves buried deep inside of you while being busied by other stuff. #note : save me, I've been writing nothing but hazbin smut lately. i should really start working on other shows.. alastor's a bit shorter than the others, can't really think of a solid idea for him and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer whines when you force him to focus on his unfinished work once again. he has been going back and forth from attempting to thrust into you, but you always found a way to press him down in his place firmly. he had some unfinished work that he left sitting in his office for almost a week now, and it irritated you. that's when you offered to cockwarm him while he worked, get him to finally get his hands on those unfinished works.

being absolutely touch starved, lucifer agreed without hesitation unaware of how miserable and impatient this will make him. his hand remain on his working desk, occasionally scribbling some words and a signature on the paper filled with printed words. he does his best to resist the urge to finally thrust into you, worried that you'd leave him unsatisfied if he doesn't do as he's told.

but there's a limit to how much he can contain himself, especially when he has you sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing you to the brim, when you'd tease him so often by clenching around him or moving your hips ever so slightly. lucifer whines every time, the hand that's placed on your hip squeezing on your flesh desperately.

"can i please.. just finish this up later?" his voice muffled from nuzzling his face into your shoulder, eyes closed shut to focus on the warmth engulfing his throbbing member. you let out a small chuckle, baring your teeth into his neck to draw out those pretty moans of his; his cock leaks pathetically inside of you.

"no can do, luci. you're not going to get whatever you want until you finish up." you pull away and tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto his jaw while giving a quick glance at the papers sprawled across his desk. he's only halfway done with them. "you're doing pretty well, no? you're halfway done."

lucifer groans, annoyed as he picks up the pen from the desk again while reading through the papers. this time, you decide to tease him a little more instead of staying still. you connect your lips with his exposed neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as your hips slowly grind against his. you hear his breath hitch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you.

your name spills out from his lips breathlessly, following with a whimper that you love so much. you carry on with your actions, dark marks gradually bloom all over his skin like breathtaking flowers. lucifer shifts to lay his forehead on your shoulder, shuddering from pleasure; you tug on his soft hair, firm enough to lift his head up from your shoulder.

"stay focused, luci. remember what's waiting for you to finish your work."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"oh, what a twist!" alastor exclaims with his eyes glued to the book he's reading, chuckling like you're not clenching down on his cock out of desperation. your eyes are teary as you turn to peek at the page he's on, frustration brewing in your chest. upon noticing your reaction, alastor laughs while moving his hand to cup your face, leaning in with a grin. "don't you agree, my dear?"

you groan, parting your lips further enough to drop his thumb into your mouth, biting down on it. alastor mutters a small "fiesty" before buckling up his hips, watching your eyes widen from the sudden pleasure that shoots up your veins. his arm tightens around your waist to stop you from squirming around excessively.

"put.. the fuckin' book down, a-alastor.." your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, the back of your other hand hovering over your mouth with a frown on your face. alastor smiles in response, holding the book between the both of you now that there's a gap.

"why, it has only gotten interesting! patience is key, darling."

"it has been almost a whole fucking hour, alast-" your words get cut off by yet another harsh thrust of his hips, an uncontrollable moan slipping off your tongue. a low, barely audible grunt could be heard coming from alastor because of how you're squeezing around him like your life depends on it.

slowly, he places the book down, pushing two digits into your mouth as his sharp nails graze past your gums. your tongue swirls around them, gaze fixated on his that seems to be mocking your desperation. you grind your hips, wanting to feel more of that sensitive spot in you being stimulated by his tip brushing against it. alastor grunts every time you tighten around him, the feeling making his skin jump and his eyes close shut from the pleasure he receives.

you reach for the book to toss it aside, not allowing him any chance to get it back and return to what he was previously putting you through. he laughs at the action before getting cut off by yet another groan, a frown slowly finds its way to spread across his face despite the grin that remains on his lips.

"the book shall wait after all."

ʚ VOX .

the sound of vox's workers and colleagues echoes through his workplace, the source of it coming from the laptop that sits in front of him. he's holding an urgent meeting with them to discuss some things about work, yet you're here obediently sitting on him, cockwarming him. your arms hug his neck tightly, hands grabbing tightly onto his shirt while listening to him speak to the people in call.

you bite down every moan that builds in your throat, not allowing any sound to be heard by anyone but your partner. times when vox isn't discussing important matters, he leans into your ear to whisper praises, thrusting into you, and stops so suddenly when you're close to release.

he grins as you whine at the sudden loss of friction, skin flushed while feeling him draw lazy circles on your hips with his thumbs. he starts speaking again just when you're about to voice your frustration, drawing out a grumble from you. you stay there unattended, glancing at the part where the two of you connect; you're craving release, and you're done waiting.

with a steady pace, you move your own hips while holding onto his shoulders for support. vox's head snaps toward your direction, teeth gritting as he bites back the groans that threaten to leave his lips. he tries to hold you down, but his body betrays him and allows you to carry on with your movements. his head tilts back to lean against the headrest of his chair, the words that his workers speak gradually shifting to a blur in his mind.

"fuck, w-wait," his breath grows heavy, barely managing to keep his eyes open as you fuck yourself on his cock. you're supposed to be cockwarming him, not riding him. he has allowed you to the point of no return, how is he going to carry on with the meeting now? you grab him and connect your lips with his, drinking in his groans like how he does to your moans.

ignoring the calls of his name from the meeting, he pulls you closer by the waist as you grind yourself on him. it wasn't until he started getting annoyed by the meeting that he broke away from the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting your lips while his hand reached out to shut the laptop down. the room falls to a sudden silence, the only sounds that remain are your heavy breathing.

"you're gonna fuck up my company if this carries on," vox snickers before crashing his lips with yours again, hands holding onto your hips to thrust into you without anything holding him back this time.

ʚ VALENTINO .

you still can't process the fact that you're in valentino's studio with his cock buried deep inside of you while people walked around to work on set. valentino takes puffs from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, often ordering and even yelling at people as they rush to obey his commands.

nobody pays any mind to the both of you; in fact, they see it as something normal. after all, they're working for a porn producer, what is there not to be normal? you keep your face stuffed in the fluff of his coat, hands gripping tightly onto his outfit while still trying to adjust to how good he stretches you apart. everyone has just started working, and the set is still being prepared for a new film.

"you're tighter than usual my love, are you that excited to be around everyone?" he teases with a mocking tone, puffing out a wisp of pink smoke onto your flushed face. you lightly shake your head with a whine, the smoke that you inhale causing your vision to spin immediately. humming, valentino lifts your body up with the help of his lower pair of arms before roughly slamming you back down onto his cock. "I doubt that. you've always loved being fucking in public, no? look at you,"

you gasp, body tensing as a moan escapes your throat. you immediately bite down on your lower lip, eyes screwing shut while simultaneously having your body trembling under his hold. you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, yet the idea alone excites you in an odd way that you never knew it would. noting your reaction, valentino continues repeating the action before stopping promptly, feeding himself with your choked back moans.

"keep looking pretty like that while i work, i'll have a reward waiting for you." you mewl at his words, giving him a weak nod while tugging onto his shirt. he takes another long drag from his cigarette before letting his gaze fall onto the prepared set displayed in front of him, eyes scanning for the stars of the show in the room.

he would moan softly into your ear whenever you clenched around him, teasing you with his mere voice and carrying on with his work. you don't complain, though, considering how you'll be fucked into a moaning mess once he's done with work.

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nmakii · 10 months ago

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GETTING CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT… LIPSTICK ON YOUR FACE

— alastor + lucifer + vox getting caught with lipstick stains all over them…

— generally gn!reader. guys can wear lipstick too smh

hehe i got a new lip tint (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) maybe alastor’s part is a little self-projected

— alastor

alastor himself isn’t one for physical affection. in fact, the thought itself makes him feel dirty. someone else’s skin against his… eugh…

though, when it came to you, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself; hands clawing and playing with your hair, wrapping his arms around your neck, pinching your cute cheeks, holding your hand… it’s almost as if he’d double-die without you near!

and the only thing he’d enjoy more than that would be having his affection reciprocated; interlocking your arm with his, a surprise hug from behind, a kiss on the cheek, they are all more than appreciated! especially the thing about kissing…

a kiss from you is simply just exhilarating. the suddenness yet sweetness of it, it’s truly the purest form of love, regardless of if it’s familial, romantic, or platonic— it’s the purest expression of your love for another person.

so, just imagine alastor’s reaction to your new lipstick, strawberry red to give your lips a glossy color, yet still light enough to appear natural. the pretty hue of red complimenting your face features perfectly by giving it the color it needs as to not appear pale.

absolutely gorgeous. so confusing how a simple amount of color could make you look as if you were an angel from heaven itself. you quite literally took his breath away from just applying a new lipstick…

at some point, alastor had reached some sort of limit when he finally caved into his inner desires, bringing you to a secluded place in the hotel, his hands moving to your hips and hair.

he couldn’t wait any longer to place his lips on your’s, your lipstick smearing all over his thin lips. kissing him from his cheeks to his jawline, leaving light pink stains all over his skin.

he groaned at the feeling of wet lipstick all over his face, and at the same time reveled in the ways you are telling everyone that the only one who could see the radio demon in such a needy and doe-like state would be you; he’d be yours to fool around with, and yours to do however you’d see fit. just as you are his— no one else’s. the smeared lipstick on the side of your lips should send that as a statement enough to whatever lowlife hooligan would even attempt to sweep you off your feet.

when the two of you had returned, it was a strange sight to say the least… alastor’s face and jaw covered with pink lips, and you with your lipstick smudged and smeared off your lips, instead all over you neck.

“well, uh… you two look like ‘ya had lot’sa fun…” angel said monotonously, awkwardly trying to keep up conversation. “ohh, most certainly!” alastor grinned, his transatlantic accent popping through the radio static.

he knows he could’ve wiped it off… he has a handkerchief in his back pocket, he could’ve easily saved himself that awkward conversation.

but, he didn’t.

could you blame him? he wants all of hell to know that both you and him off-limits for good.

— lucifer

when many imagine the king of hell, it’s hard to think he’d be a social piranha. the same case had gone for you.

who knew lucifer was still as pure of heart as he was during his time in heaven? and who knew he’d fall for someone so easily after the sudden disappearance of his wife?

when he saw you, it was practically love at first sight! your big eyes, your shiny hair, and those big pretty lips of yours that he just wanted to kiss so badly…

he listened carefully as charlie introduced you to him, trying to remember every detail about you and every feature on your face, stuttering over his words once it was time to speak for himself.

and somehow, despite his meekness towards you and your awkwardness whenever he was around, you two ended up in a relationship— with the help of vaggie and charlie’s meddling in pushing you two together.

the two of you loved each other, of course… but it was always hard to express. the only way lucifer knew how to show his love was through his presence and gifts. he wasn’t hell’s greatest kisser, but he tries.

and, today— it was your 5 month anniversary… quite a long time, the hotel’s been good so far, no major threats other than one of cherri bomb’s occasional explosions. and because of how long it’s been, you decided to do something a little special… put on some relatively expensive clothes and make-up your face a little bit.

when lucifer saw you all dolled up, he was honestly a little stunned. lips as red as an apple, hair as soft as silk, the words were stuck in his mouth. “w- er- wow..! i’m not dressed up or anything— agh, this is awkward..” lucifer muttered. “hey, it’s ok… this was a surprise for you, y’know?” you said, comforting him slightly.

“you look… stunning today” he smiled, carefully putting down his anniversary present for you on his work desk, still wrapped in a red ribbon. he made his way to you, hands making their way to your cheeks to softly cup them as he gently leaned into you for a kiss.

he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding as you kissed his face all over, as if healing the wounds of his past with his present. his banishment into hell, lilith’s abandonment, they all didn’t matter anymore, you are the present and the future.

he wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug as he kissed your forehead, the residual lipstick from his lips smeared onto you.

lucifer laughed awkwardly before using his finger to carefully rub off the pink stains on your forehead. “haha… c’mon, i got a dinner reservation in the lust ring tonight…” he laughed, interlocking his arm with yours.

“don’t you wanna take off that lipstick on your face first?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “i mean… i dont minddd… so, it’s only if you wanna take if off” his eyes wandered, his cheeks growing flustered “hmm… nah. i want everyone to know you belong to me now.” you grinned mischievously.

and when the two of you walked out of the hotel lobby, charlie went to wish you a safe trip and happy anniversary before she noticed the stains on her dad’s face. “err… dad..? you gotta a little something there…” charlie muttered as she pointed all over his face. “ah..? yeah, i know” he laughed it off, proudly showing off to hell how hopelessly devoted he is to you.

— vox

vox was a busy man. from having many public appearances, to coming up with new ideas for voxtek, to putting out valentino’s temper tantrums, he barely had the time for romance.

barely. he loved you, truly. he keeps you dear to his heart, no matter how busy he’d be, vox would still make time for you late at night.

everyone had known you, why wouldn’t they? you’re the partner of one of the most influential overlords in hell, that’s a feat that is amazing to accomplish, dating vox in itself has made you into a sort of local celebrity; causing you to be invited to many galas, parties, and occasional raves.

and tonight happened to be the night of one of those parties. zestial had invited you to a formal dinner party, an all star guest list filled by many of the goetic princes, various overlords in hell, and other local hellborns such as verosika mayday.

“please, voxxx? just this once, it’s only like 3 hours!” you grumble as your apply a coat of ruby red over your lips, checking your appearance in the bathroom mirror. “i can’t.. i have a 5:00 with val and velvette, then after that, a board meeting about new gadgets to release…” vox groaned, already pissed about the day ahead.

“fine then, your loss.” you pouted, rolling your eyes as you left the bathroom and into the bedroom. “holy shit…” vox sighed out. “you look… really good, my love.” he walked over to you, his hands moving to your body, outlining the clothes’ stitching as he recognized it to be the one he had custom-made for you.

your hands rested on vox’s shoulders, forcibly making him lean over a bit before leaving various kiss stains all over his screen.

vox visibly tensed as his screen started glowing a bright teal, showing his clear embarrassment as pink smudges fogged his screen.

his breath heaved as his hands moved all around your body, desperate to find some kind of relief to his pent-up stress.

ending your kiss attack all too soon on his lips, you pulled away, your lips slightly pale now as you grinned at him. “spend the day looking like that and i’ll give you more after work” you winked, taking your belongings and leaving out the door, leaving a flustered vox in your bedroom, covered with lipstick stains.

“vox… the fuck is going on with your face?” velvette snarled. “it looks as if you got fucking mauled by a bear pretending to be a woman.” she yelled, her british accent making her trip over some consonants.

vox sighed, hearing valentino mutter some sort of dirty comparison of vox to a prostitute. “instead of focusing on me, why don’t you put your efforts into our agenda today?” vox frowned, his tone clearly saying that he’s holding himself back from releasing a flood of curses onto the two…

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hxzbinwrites · 11 months ago

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Hi! I just saw that requests are open, yeah!! I'd like to request an Alastor x fem!Reader where Vox has a crush on her so he sends her a set of different tea flavor as a gift. The problem is that these contain a drug that inhibits the person (thanks, Valentino). Basically, his plan was to wait for her to drink the tea and then show up at the hotel and seduce her so he could have her for himself (my boy thinks she loves him, lol). The problem is that she had graciously offered the tea to Alastor, who drinks it. Vox asks her if she enjoyed the tea she lies saying it was delicious so he immediately shows up at the hotel but ends up finding Alastor who is being super affectionate with her, revealing his true feelings for her. Eventually Alastor attacks Vox as soon as he sees him forcing the other to flee. Fluff and comedy, basically. xD

Alastor x Fem! Reader x Vox | Tea Time Troubles

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, drugs, controlling and manipulative Vox, out of character Alastor.

"I dunno 'bout this Voxxy" Valentino said, handing him a baggie of the drug, a weak aphrodisiac lining the walls of the bag.

"Don't worry about me Valentino, I'll be fine" Vox reassured him, holding the bag up to his screened face. He smirked deviously as he put his hands behind his back.

"But you tell me all the time 'bout 'public image' and all that shit." Valentino retorted, crossing his lower arms against his stomach.

"Don't you worry your pretty little face about it Honey" Vox sneered, rubbing his cheek in a falsely affectionate way. "Vox is a big boy and can handle himself. I just gotta put this into some tea bags. (Y/n) WILL be MINE."

"Ugh" The moth groaned, taking a puff of his cigar,"She's not even worth it. She hangs out with radio, fossil trash. If she was good shed know who to choose. Besides, I'm better than she is, right?"

"You're wrong." Vox said, his left eye radiating hypnotizing waves out of anger,"(Y/n) is perfect. She's everything, and she will be mine."

Vox's demonic laughter could be heard across the building, sending chills down anyone who heard it's spine.

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"Honey!!" (Y/n) exclaimed, holding up the box of tea that arrived at their house,"Your tea shipment came!"

Alastor, who was reading the paper at the kitchen table, looked over to see his dear (Y/n) carrying two large cardboard boxes.

He teleported over, making his shadows place them atop of the counter. His keen eyes narrowed at the second box, seemingly almost identical to the first one.

"How peculiar!" Alastor said, tapping his cane on the second box, almost poking it as if it was a foreign object.

"What's peculiar about it?" The fellow deer demon asked, peering over at the box her partner was so intrigued by.

"I did not order two shipments of tea from the catalogue this month!" He replied, his smile tightening in irritation. Could someone be trying to plant something in this hotel? Trying to hurt any of his friends, his beloved, or him?

"Maybe it's a promo box?" (Y/n) suggested,"I mean, you are a loyal customer of theirs. Maybe they want you to try a new product, I hear that's the new rage."

"Ah" Alastor replied, walking closer to the counter to rip open the second box to be met with a letter and a large box of tea.

"Thank you for your loyalty Mr. Alastor. We're reaching out to our most loyal customers to give this Promo box to! We're asking that you try our newest flavor, a (your favorite flavor) but with a twist! Despite the erratic sounds at night in Hell, this tea should help you fall right asleep! If you enjoy it, please promote so on your beloved Radio Show!"

"I was right!" The doe said, looking up at her partner,"They must've given it to you because they know you're famous and can promote their tea! Very smart people, I wanna try one tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? Why not today my doe?" Alastor said, looking down at his partner.

"My stomach isn't feeling the best. Charlie's cake wasn't fully cooked through, but I didn't want to be rude and not eat it. Especially because no one else was!"

Alastor chuckled, petting her sensitive ears. "Now now (Y/n), you should've listened to me! I know all!"

"Al..." She said, batting her eyes up at him,"Do you mind trying it for me? I wanna know if it's good, but I don't want to throw up in my sleep!"

"Why should I?" He inquired, smirking down at (Y/n). "It seems like this predicament could've been easily avoided my little doe! Hahaha!"

"Please" She softly asked, smiling at him back.

"I suppose I can try one cup of it." He said, sitting down at the table, fully expecting (Y/n) to make him the cup as he finished reading his paper.

She giggled at him and began to start the kettle. Moments like these can't be replaced, a docile and homey moment between the two of them. (Y/n) loved seeing this side of him. The Alastor side of him, not the Radio Demon.

(Y/n) opened the smaller box that was enclosed in the large one, picking out the first tea bag. She smelled the bag, the fumes of blended herbs wafting in her nostrils. It smelled lovely, she would've to drink one alongside Alastor.

But she held back on picking up another bag, knowing its sleeping effects. (Y/n) really didn't want to throw up while in her sleep, and potentially on Alastor, who would be as knocked out as her.

Sighing, she finished preparing the tea, pouring it in Alastor's favorite teacups, the one (Y/n) gifted him on their second anniversary many years ago.

She walked back over to him, placing the teacup on his saucer, putting the sugar cube in as well.

"Thank you dearest" Alastor said, his eyes skimming over the newspaper,"I shall be in our room in a moment, why don't you go ahead and get in your nightwear?"

"Alrighty" (Y/n) replied, patting the back of Alastor's chair. That was something the two of them did, (Y/n) knew when to touch Alastor and when to not. Still wanting to show him affection, she'll pat an object close to him.

Alastor gave her a soft smile before returning his focus to the newspaper.

The doe walked up the stairs in the hotel to their shared room. She got in her fluffy pajamas, completed each and every step to her skincare routine, and crawled into bed with a book.

The silence was only broken by the occasional turn of a page, this was (Y/n)‘s daily quiet time, as Alastor liked to read the paper before turning in for the night.

This normally is for about an hour, but tonight it was a mere 30 minutes as the door busted open.

The doe yelped, her skittish nature causing her to flinch at the sudden jolt of noise. Her partner flittered into the room before crawling on top of her, his eyes droopy from the affect.

“Hi sugar” He said, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His ears were pressed against his head as he affectionately nuzzled (Y/n). Alastor grabbed her waist and flipped her on top of him, allowing him to bring her closer to his body, her chest atop of his.

“Al-Alastor?!” (Y/n) exclaimed, tensing up. What has gotten into him!? He’s not one to ever make such…bold advances.

“Oh my love” He said, a dreamy lilt in his voice,”you’re just perfection incarnate. Such a lovely little fawn you are.”

Blushing heavily, she let him rest himself on her, snuggling contently. It was rather peaceful, she did not know where this sudden chance of behavior came from, but it certainly wasn’t the worst by far.

(Y/n)’s ears perked up hearing a notification sound ding from her phone. She slowly grabbed it to check what it was.

Alastor was not very keen on allowing this sort of technology in the house, especially knowing Vox is over all of it. So they made a compromise, he’d take out the camera and microphone and she could have the phone.

Seeing it was a message from Vox, she opened it.

Vox: “Hey sweetheart, I pulled a few strings and got a shipment of some new tea of (your favorite flavor) that was being tested. How did you like it baby?”

(Y/n): Oh, it was good, thanks!

Vox: Just good? You sure sweet stuff? Wasn’t it so good you could just kiss the lips off of the person who got it for you?

(Y/n) sighed, shutting her phone off and curling up with her lover.

“I think that’s a yes!” Vox said, throwing his hands in the air ceremoniously. He quickly put on his best bow tie, in hopes it would get taken off by fingers other than his, and made his way towards the Hazbin Hotel.

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Vox searched through each room until he found the one you and Alastor shared.

He scowled at the door, seeing a heart with the initials scribed on it “(Y/i) + A”

Pathetic. He could give you so much more than that. He could give you the most advanced technological sign known to mankind just for some silly initials, not some shitty hard with nearly illegible handwriting.

He opened the door, his signature smirk dropping as he saw Alastor, his arch nemesis (in Vox’s eyes) peppering small little kisses all over (Y/n)‘s face, making her giggle.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vox yelled, his face was blue-screening.

Alastor took one look at the fellow Overlord and let out a long string of laughter, sitting up as he pulled (Y/n) into his lap.

“Vox?! What are you doing here?!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO DRINK THE TEA!! AND THEN YOU’D BE MINE!!”

Alastor hooked a arm around (Y/n)‘s waist, looking at his opponent across the room.

“This is my doe, my love, and we all know if she would’ve drank the tea, she would’ve always chosen me.”

Lets just say, the power around the Pride Ring went out after that comment.

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silkythewriter · 11 months ago

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Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!

Warnings!:non!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)(｡•́︿•̀｡)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, it’s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,…BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime

❤️Written by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3❤️

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“Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

When you first admitted what you did that counted as a “sin” he was flabbergasted! He thought they must’ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!

Out of every monster known to man kind one who’ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?

At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!

He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.

He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!

He becomes more overprotective as if he wasn’t before, good luck with that!

Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you won’t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely aren’t. And he knows that from experience

Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.

This man has enemy’s as you’ve seen, demons, overlords, rival company’s, it’s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.

Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.

Even if you put it on silent he wouldn’t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.

Sometimes he’s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you aren’t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!

Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know there’s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too

He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and he’ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.

He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.

He’s always on the edge about people around you, how can’t he? He can’t trust all these “disgusting and repulsive” sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.

He knows to some degree he isn’t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldn’t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as he’s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out

NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.

Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. There’s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3

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!🎙️✨Alastor✨🎙️!

Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.

It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you weren’t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.

And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.

He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.

He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other people’s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! He’s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.

But for the first time, for all the decades he’s been damned here, he’s seen you stick to what you’ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!

Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course

Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.

If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence it’s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always

Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!

Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.

He’s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didn’t met him immediately he’d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet

He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he won’t stop or calm down his tendencies.. （；へ：）but on the bright side he’ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either way… (￣▽￣💧

He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!

Great listener let me tell you, he’ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!

Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like it’s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesn’t live long once their out of your sight, but still! He’s pleasantly surprised.

He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still it’s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!

You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isn’t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox he’ll make sure you’ll shine bright as ever and won’t go out.

Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments he’ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, it’s just he’s quick to cover up so no one sees!

Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views he’ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that he’ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.

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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^ヮ^)/’

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voxsremotec0ck · 10 months ago

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𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.ᐟ

⋆｡ﾟYou, new to Hell and clueless about everything, pass them on the street and give them a polite smile and wave ﾟ｡⋆

— Lucifer, Alastor, Vox, Angel Dust

Lucifer watches as you shine your sharp teeth at him in a genuine smile with furrowed eyebrows. When he noticed you waving, he awkwardly waves back with his cane and watches you walk away. After his years of isolation, his name has definitely lost a lot of weight, but still sinners don’t just casually wave and smile at him. How odd.

Alastor meets your smile with his own, although it’s his default expression, it does grow at the sight of you. What was someone so cheery and naive doing in Hell? And smiling at him of all Demons, like he was just any other sinner? Oh you might just be a perfect asset for Charlie’s hotel.

Vox flashes you his signature showmanship smile, but pauses when you just walk past him. Normally when someone smiles and waves at him, they want something. Either information about VoxTec or the Vee’s plans, he was always selling something. Yet you waved and kept walking, like you didn’t even know who he was. It was interesting to say the least.

Angel Dust is used to attention, wanted or otherwise, so random Demons waving and smiling at him were normal. What wasn’t normal was the lack of malice behind your smile, and the fact that you kept walking instead of trying to buy him for the night. He watched you continue down the street and wondered just how soon Charlie would snatch you up.

First time writing for these characters so I hope it’s okay

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vox #alastor #lucifer morningstar #vox #angel dust #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #angel dust x reader #vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader

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hells-telegrammy · 11 months ago

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Vox and Alastor as romantic rivals.

Rivals by day, rivals by night.

- You're so screwed.

- People always wonder how you managed to snag TWO of Hell's biggest overlords

- Alastor and Vox ALWAYS make their quarrels public

- especially if it's concerning you

- Alastor has no shame, openly courting you in front of hundreds of sinners. Sinners would grab their phones and snap the scene, and eventually those pictures would reach Vox.

- Alastor's plan exactly.

- Ironically, Vox on the other hand, HATED sharing you with his viewers. He would air any and all dirt he could get on that insane red deer, but HATED and REFUSED to share any media regarding you.

- Vox thinks you're too SACRED to be shared to filthy slave viewers

- People are scared shitless to go near you in public. They KNOW you - you're Vox and Alastor's current obsession.

- people avoiding you like the plague

- Surprisingly, Vox puts more effort in actually pursuing you, while Alastor persuades you with fear.

- "As expected, Alastor doesn't know jack in romancing." Vox would say on-air, "He's ugly. He's outdated. He smells like grandma cardigans. That's one for me, and zero for him."

- He takes any chance he gets to be with you when Alastor's away or busy. He's almost desperate, because he knows how much Alastor loves to interfere.

- Vox doesn't even UNDERSTAND why Alastor has taken a sudden interest in you. He thinks, maybe it's to piss him off. Of course it is.

- But Alastor's interest is genuine, YOU intrigue him. YOU are his latest entertainment, besides the hotel.

- He's not so fond of being intimate, he mostly does things to you (eg. being affectionate) to piss Vox off, but he's serious about keeping you.

- Once he's had his fun with Vox, he'll whisk you away, and you will be his.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #vox #alastor #x reader #alastor x reader #vox x reader #alastor x reader x vox

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wysteria-bloom · 10 months ago

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⚝ "oh shit you're crying okay"

Hazbin Hotel boys react to you crying at a party

Warnings : mentions of val. hate that motherfucker.

Genre : angst, comfort, fluff

A/n : bro I jump between fandom obsessions too much I need help. Why am I simping for THE DEVIL from THE BIBLE and A TV-HEAD MAN 😭😭 actually devastated with myself. Anyways Vox and Alastor's may be a bit longer because... yeah. Angel-Dust's is a friend relationship but you can interpret it differently if you are a dude lol

Characters : angel-dust, husk, alastor, vox, lucifer

▢ angel dust 𔘓

When he walked into the bathroom, he was shocked at first at the sight of you, feeling fear grip his heart.

Had Val got his hands on you when he was distracted? He would never forgive himself if he had-

"Toots, ya can't jus' go an' disappear on me like that," He began softly as he closed the bathroom door, locking it for privacy," had me tearin' out my hair."

You sniffed as you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks swollen from tears," s-sorry..." you whimpered out, curling in on yourself a little more.

He grimaced at the dirty floor you were sitting on before maneuvering around you sit next to you, one of his arms pulling you into his side-embrace comfortingly.

"This party's fuckin' shitty, ain't it? Sorry for bringin' ya here, doll." He sighed out, hand caressing your side softly.

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from sobbing as you shook your head vehemently," i-it's not that, Angel... you were only trying to cheer me up..." you furiously wiped at your eyes to stop more tears from falling," I just-... Fucking hate everything down here..."

He hummed, head leaning on top of yours," cheers to that." He droned out with a frown.

You looked up at him, his heart squeezing at the innocent look on your face. You weren't supposed to be down in a place like this, there was no way.

"Can we just... go get ice cream or something?" You then gulped, waving a hand," b-but if you're having fun-"

"Nah. I'd rather do one of Charlie's trust exercises than be in this shit-hole." He stood up smoothly and pulled you with him, keeping you close to him as he grinned toothily," I would kill for an ice cream right now."

▢ alastor ⍋

He didn't willingly want to be here, in fact he stayed for a total of 15 minutes to please Charlie before escaping outside to leave.

But the sight of you sitting on the steps outside sniffling to yourself made him pause in his long strides.

You had your head hung low, a red plastic cup sitting at your side alone.

You were prime for manipulation.

But... Alastor found himself being sympathetic. He breathed out a sigh before walking over to you," my, what do we have here? My dear, being out in the open in such a vulnerable state is a bold choice!" He exclaimed, grinning down at you, but it wasn't as sharp as it usually was.

You jumped at his sudden presence," Jesus-!" You looked up.

"Not quite!"

You seemed to relax at the sight of the red-haired demon and sighed in relief," Alastor..." you gave him a weak smile, wiping away at your tears," Wh-what brings you out here, huh? Needed fresh air?"

He sat down on the steps with you," As a matter of fact, I was planning my great escape from this wretched event!" He tilted his head at you, hair falling along with him as he regarded you with a knowing glint in his eyes," I believe you're well acquainted with the feeling, hmm?"

Your smile fell as you huffed, deciding it was useless to keep up a happy persona around Alastor when he was so good at reading right through you," You could say that."

"What bothers you so, my dear?" He gave you a closed-eyed smile, tugging at your cheek like an annoying auntie would do," perhaps your favourite radio demon can be of service to you."

He earned a giggle from you as you waved his hand away amusedly, making his expression soften at the sound.

"You're the only radio demon I know." You raised a brow at him in amusement.

He nodded with an exageratted shrug," I wouldn't have it any other way, dear."

You smiled genuinely at him, feeling your worries already disappearing," parties suck." You answered his previous question.

"Aha!" His smile looked like a grimace and his fluffy ears flattened as if an unpleasant memory was reminded to him," agreed."

"They're gross."

"Tell me about it!"

"And the people in it make me want to kill myself. Again."

He snapped his fingers at you," I knew we had something in common! Well-said, cher, very well-said~!" He pressed a hand to his heart - as if he had one.

As you laughed, your tears dried up and you leaned back a little," as for you being of service?..." You trailed off, referring back to his earlier inquiry. A soft smile made its way to your lips," I think you've helped enough already, Al."

The red demon's posture seemed to stiffen but relax, his grin curving gently which was his way of softening it," Wonderful to hear, my dear."

He gave you a gentle pat to the shoulder and you had never felt so comforted in that moment.

▢ husk ꩜

Before even attending the party, he knew something was up with you. You weren't smiling as much on the way there, and you were jumpy at his comforting touches.

Even so, you insited that you wanted to spend time with everyone at the party despite his assurances that you could stay home.

When he found you crying in the bathroom, he froze in his spot before grumbling to himself and closing the door behind him, not before giving a growl and a deadly glare at the demon that was whining about needing a piss.

He led you gently from the ground to a standing position before settling you on the toilet seat.

The silence between you both was soft and comforting, hanging in the air like a gentle caress of wind.

He got down on his knees in front of you and began to wipe away at your tears, a deep frown settled on his face.

You only stared into his eyes with your glassy ones, bottom lip trembling," my makeup probably looks so fucking gross..." you sobbed.

Husk snorted," should be the least of your worries, doll." When you finally stopped crying he huffed and flicked your forehead," you have some serious FOMO." He grumbled out, an amused smirk on his fluffy face.

You sniffled and nodded, choking back more tears," I know."

"And you need to know when to stop if you're uncomfortable."

You nodded again," I know.."

His brows furrowed," and you still look pretty with your makeup running down your face." His reassurance was sweet and charming despite the disgruntled expression on his face.

A watery smile broke onto your lips,"... Thank you." You breathed out softly.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here? There's a nice bar I know a few blocks away we could drink at. Just the two of us."

You hummed," Sounds awesome."

▢ vox ᯤ

When he agreed to go to this stupid party for Val, he wasn't expecting to run into something like this.

His greatest enemy, you, was sat outside with your head in your hands as you sobbed and cursed to yourself.

To be honest he was torn between making fun of you or just taking advantage of the situation and killing you.

But there was that little voice in the back of his coding that screamed to comfort you.

He groaned and ran his hands down his face," fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life..." He muttered to himself as he walked over to you.

He stood behind you and watched as you paused to look up at him, face puffy and pathetic.

He grinned wryly at the sight," Holy shit you're an ugly crier." He stated without thinking.

Your wide eyes turned half-lidded as you turned your attention away from him," Go fuck yourself, Vox. I'm not in the mood for your whiny baby shit." You grumbled out.

"Hey, hey. Whiny baby is too far, sweetheart. Take the insults down a few notches, yeah?" He then sat down next to you," treating me like this when about to comfort you. The fuckin' nerve of you."

You gave him a deadly glare, growling," Vox, leave. I told you I'm not in the fucking m-" you were interrupted by being pulled into a sudden embrace, making you shut up immediately.

There was a long awkward silence as you were pulled into Vox's side in a side-hug.

Then you spoke with a small voice,"... what is this." Was more of a demand than a question.

"Comfort." Vox replied casually when he was fucking sweating buckets.

"........ huh...." you bit your lip as you felt tears sting at your eyes,"... alright."

You leaned into him unknowingly, making him gush a little to himself. Why the fuck was he being soft right now? He didn't know.

"You looked hot tonight. All dolled up." He gritted out.

"Yeah? Looked? Past-tense?"

He nodded," you look like a wet-rag now."

You snorted," fuck you, man." You grumbled, and leaned your head onto his shoulder," fuck, I'm pathetic..."

"Yeah. But it's okay." He replied as comfortingly as he could but it just came out awkwardly," y'know parties are supposed to be fun? Why are you crying?"

"I hate my life? Or lack thereof?"

He hummed with a nod," Fair enough." Then he smiled widely," guess we have one thing in common, huh?"

You looked up at him before you sent him a slightly amused smirk," do we?"

He cleared his throat at your expression and looked away quickly, blush on his screen,"I-I mean.. yeah. Fucking sucks down here. Literal shit hole." Then he shrugged, trying to brush off the stutter of his heart," but... but at least you're not like... alone or whatever the fuck."

You stared for a moment, eyes softening as you nodded in agreement,"... Yeah. At least there's that, huh?"

You leaned back into his embrace with less tension in your body as Vox began to relax alongside you.

▢ lucifer morningstar ⚝

He came to this party just to make a brief appearance for his daughter's celebration of the hotel being rebuilt to be honest.

But he took quick note of how you had left very suddenly, mumbling to him about needing to take a breather outside. He was worried, of course, but he just left you in your lonesome until he got worried when you didn't return for 20 minutes.

When he walked outside onto the balcony of the hotel his eyes widened in horror at the sigh of you sobbing to yourself.

"Oh shit you're crying okay ummm," He walked over to you quickly, playing with his fingers awkwardly," Honey is everything okay? Do...do you need a hug?"

"Shit... sorry..." you mumbled looking up at him ashamedly from the floor, smiling pathetically as tears trailed down your cheeks," I.. I'm sorry you have to see me like this..."

He frowned deeply, his nervousness subsiding as he crouched down in front of you," Don't apologise for something so silly." He mumbled, grabbing on your hand and gently squeezing," what's wrong? Is it something I can help with?"

His concern was incredibly sweet and touching, not something you would expect from the King of Hell.

But here he was comforting you like you were the most precious treasure to him. And you were... aside from Charlie, for obvious reasons.

You sniffled and felt your tears gathering again at his concern, you bottom lip trembling. At the sight, he frowned," Oh, love... oh honey..." He brought you into a hug, arms wrapping securely around you as he let his wings embrace you as well," I'm here now... always will be..."

You nodded against him as you just cried your heart out.

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