#hellborn!reader

[missblissy]

So I saw that your inbox is open for hazbin requests

Could you do a Vox x Hellborn!Reader, like a succubus or something, so they can travel to the other rings but since hes a sinner he can't and say the reader is planning to attend a party in a different ring and just overall some fluffy clingy vox trying to convince reader to stay home and stay with him instead

If not that's okay !! Have a good day <3

((Ofc nonny! I had a lot of fun with this one! I've never seen any Hellborn!readers or even hellborn!OCs X Canon which honestly this was really refreshing!! Anyways, enjoy!!))

It didn’t look right. It didn’t feel nice… nothing felt nice. You pulled the bracelets off your wrist with a sigh and plucked the matching earring out as well. Another deep sigh, a huff, just hot air puffing from your chest in defeat. In the mirror you looked yourself over again, you couldn’t find anything to wear to the party your friends were having in the lust ring. As a hellborn you could move freely between all of hell, but you willingly choose to live in the pride ring.

Turning slightly you looked at your side profile, then your backside… “Ugh,” You groaned. Normally you’d be thrilled at the chance to travel to the Lust Ring. You kind of where… But you weren’t exactly keen on running into the recent drama your friends have been having.

While taking in your reflection you could see a spark in the corner of the mirror. Then a few more as they zigzagged to the floor. If lightning could produce people, Vox would always be at the source. He appeared behind you, a smile on his face and a clever yet sneaky twinkling shimmering in his eyes. 

Hands slithered and snaked along your hips, stopping to rest on your waist. A soft buzz and hum of electricity crawled along your skin and into your ears as he spoke, “What’s with the long face, little star?” The pet name never ceased to fluster a blush on your cheeks, “Another fight with the friends?” That amused look on his face said he already knew the answers to his question. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see one of many spy cams peeking out from the dark. He was always watching, and Vox was waiting until he saw that little smidge of doubt or frustration for him to come and make his move, “You know you can always stay the night here~” He cooed while swaying you just that little bit closer to him. 

You had to fight back a giggle or riggle from his grasp. His needy tendencies were honestly rather cute. Vox was confined to the Pride Ring, so he could never follow you lower into hell, and nor could he protect you, or even spy on you. His powers stopped with pride. 

Which explained why he’d always glow and bicker and pull at the idea of you staying home, here. Safe. Where he can keep an eye on you. Where you wouldn’t be harmed. 

Being a Hellborn, sure, you could hold your own. But you were far more at risk of permanently dying than Vox was. And that scared the living shit out of him. You could easily perish by a bullet from a regular old gun or a stab of a knife. Meanwhile, if such conventional means happened to Vox he’d just suffer through the pain until he healed or repaired the damage to his body. 

Vox tugged at your side a little more, a hum in his voice as he continued to lay on the affectionation. One, two, maybe three minutes passed before you let out such a heavy sigh you fell back into Vox’s chest for support, “I really wanted to go to this party, though,” You turned your gaze just enough to meet his, “Verosika Mayday is supposed to be making an appearance, I really love her concerts,” You whined. 

At the same time did you really want to spend all the time and money getting down a few rings just for a petty fight between your friends to ruin it all? You could take it or leave it at this point. And Vox with whatever sixth sense he had smelled the doubt and your unsureness. 

Normally, that being 9 times out of 10, there was no way Vox was going to talk you out of anything. Perhaps that’s something he really loved about you, that you were just as stubborn and headstrong as him. And you wouldn’t let anyone, including Vox, stop you from doing or getting what you wanted. 

But here he could already tell you were second guessing on even going to some stupid party you’d probably go to again next week. To be fair, he was getting a little sick and tired of you leaving every weekend and going places he couldn’t reach. 

The charm was ramped up to the max. You were suddenly spun around, a gasp of surprise jumping from your chest. You came face to face with Vox, a low blue glow from off his screen. Then a sweet, nostalgic song started playing, the source simply being Vox himself. 

“Who needs to see some singing bitch when you have one right here?” His tune was out of it and his hum was giggling but still, he began dancing you around, you in his arms and his hands holding tight, “I’ll take you to the moon~” The smile on his face only got bigger, and he drew you in close and tried to steal a kiss, “Get you higher than a balloon~” 

Twisted little notes, electric melodies, Spanish guitars, and suave singing were this man's go-to. He controlled everything in this tower, and the lights dimmed and changed colors. Vox made his own little world for the two of you, hidden behind all the showmanship and effects, you could easily mistake yourself suddenly on a sandy pink beach. 

“I can take you anywhere, my star, and we don’t even need to leave the penthouse,” Your heart started doing those silly flips and flops, battering around in your chest. You ate every bit of attention up. When Vox spoiled you like this, when he wanted something, good gods you could watch him all night. 

That didn’t mean you didn’t try your best to put up a fight, teasingly you whined out and dipped yourself backward only for Vox to catch you, one hand in the small of your back while the other caught your leg, “But how else am I going to get my fix of fun?” You dramatically called out, sarcasm laced in your words. 

“I’m the definition of fun, sweet cheeks,” He pulled you back to him, chest to chest, locked in a tango. Every step you took backwards he took a stronger one forward, legs getting tangled but never once did either of you trip. This playful dance was nothing new to you, so each step was gracefully placed. 

You faked a yawn, fanning your hand, and tried to look bored despite the growing grin and flare of passion and fire in your eyes. You tease Vox a little more, falsely attempting to flee from him. 

Only for Vox to snatch you closer with a grip twice as tight as before. A second of pleading flashed across his face only to be replaced by a sharp smirk. Where his hands made contact with you, sparks of snapping bolts shocked you lightly. Vox laughed out as you jumped in his arms, poured, and gave a mini glare, “You know you like it when I bite,” Vox’s face got closer to yours, the cheeky grin of his eating you away from the inside out. 

“Hmph!” Another shock traveled from him to you, causing a gasp of air while his voice drew closer to your ear. It was barely above a whisper… a beg…. A plea. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck while the vibrations of his vocals greeted you. 

“Please,” His voice was low. The two of you had stopped moving. And he clung onto you in a more desperate attempt… his walls fell and his true nature came out, “Please stay home tonight,” The cling of a desperate man who didn’t want to let you out of his sight, was enough to melt your heart, “I don’t want to be unable to see you,” Vox said, you understood what he meant even though he still added, “Or to protect you,” 

With little effort and carefully, you pulled away just enough to get a good look at those sad puppy dog eyes of his. Your smile was half there, and half in a bantering smirk. You gave him that kiss he tried so hard to get earlier, a soft one. But long enough to hold you there stuck on his lips. When the two you broke, your smile was full there though your voice still was laced with teases, “Fine,” You said, “But I want to watch a movie,” 

There were a few seconds of buffering while Vox took in your answer. A large grin took up his whole face as he let out a laugh and spun you around on the spot, “Thank you!” You didn’t normally hear those words coming from Vox, so it had a nice ring to hear him say it. 

He set you down, planting kisses all over your face but not letting you out of his grasp just yet, “Go down stairs and pick something to watch,” He hummed with joy, “I’ll order us something to eat,” He added, still giving a plethora of kisses between words. You giggled and laughed and bubbled out chirps of joy as he spoiled you with affection. He was utterly perfect, and too lovely for you by every degree. You nodded your head and made sure to run off as fast as you could because now you didn’t want to spend another second away from him.

[bones4thecats]

Their S/O Is A Hellborn Plague-Doctor

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: Their S/O Is A Hellborn Plague-Doctor Characters: Moxxie, Striker, and Fizzarolli Idea-Giver: Random Ideas

A/N: This is definitely not my best work, but it isn't my worst yet. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this!!

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Hellborn Plague Doctor-Demon! Reader ; Childhood Friends to Lovers

🖇️ Moxxie had met you through his father when he and you were very young. Since your father was the main doctor of the Knolastname family’s mafia

🖇️ He would just watch you from the other side of the table as you messed around with some random guy’s corpse with your father as he would teach you both the different parts of a demon’s, whether it be a shark-demon or a spider, you both learned everything, though you retained it better

🖇️ Moxxie eventually left the Greed Ring for Pride as your family maintained connections to his father, even though you lived your life in the Sloth Ring and rarely ever had to come up for business

🖇️ You did meet Moxxie later on when you were around your very early 20s, and you began to help I.M.P. out with some of their stuff, and when Blitzo and Millie, one of Moxxie’s best friends teased you guys to get together, you guys did and ended up married

🖇️ Your husband loves to guard you from any kind of threat in the workplace, but since he lives up in the Pride Ring and you must stay near your family, you guys end up separated for a few weeks at a time

🖇️ Blitzo does end up dragging you back to their office so that Moxxie can lighten up and stop being such a downer

🖇️ Moxxie also adores your whole attire, your face was shaped like a birds, with your mouth coming out like a massive beak that opened and closed as you spoke. But, as you didn’t enjoy freaking some people out, mainly kids, you never really spoke, resorting to more things like sign-language

🖇️ Also, your formal outfits make his heart swoon. He just loves seeing your small cloak just flow in the wind whenever they go to Earth for a rare kill with you only there for some medical help since Blitzo is quite the clutz

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Hellborn Plague Doctor-Demon! Reader ; Best Friends to Lovers

🗡️ As a fellow hybrid, you and Striker got along because of your family’s business, with existed to help the many rings with any kind of medical emergency

🗡️ But your family’s was the largest-known in the Wrath Ring, which was full of hot-blooded and straight-to-the-point imps and other hellborn who had no clue what in the name of Hell they were doing after jumping into action

🗡️ Striker popped in one day with a few slices against his midsection, and as one of his only allies, you lunged into action and brought him into your office so he could get stitched up and healed

🗡️ He just groaned and ranted about the damned blue-blood that just wouldn’t die from his blade because of some intervention from his weird-ass imp kid

🗡️ You were used to handling his injuries, since you were currently in a relationship and have known him for many years, maybe around 10 or so years? It’s hard to keep track while handling a multitude of patients

🗡️ Striker then sat down as your chair and noticed that you had a few of the monitors on, so he watched as you laid your wide-brimmed leather hat on your head and began going to another patient's room, which he also saw from another camera

🗡️ He saw that the child and their mother sat there and smiled before telling your the symptoms of the kid, and he chuckled lightly as you used sign-language with the kid, who spoke back in the same way. They must be deaf and believe you just randomly knew this from the files

🗡️ In truth, you just didn’t like freaking out kids when they see the sharp row of teeth you had in your long beak of a mouth

🗡️ Striker loved that part of you, but he knew he couldn’t just bust in and yell that at you or interrupt over the speakers… he knew you’d be beyond pissed

🗡️ You pissed is far from fun for that guy… he remembers when you first spoke and he heard someone scold you for your teeth and you just glared right back and let out the harshest burn in Hell’s history

🗡️ He’ll just scold you later

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Hellborn Plague Doctor-Demon! Reader ; Associates to Lovers

🪷 You were hired by Asmodeus to make sure that Fizzarolli had the proper medical care when it came to his injuries he sustained from the fire years ago

🪷 The imp suspected that you would just look at him like a freak, since he was a very well-known person for his more confident personality and his large jingly-’horns’, which was really just a large hat he put on

🪷 But instead, you just sat there and watched him take his hat off, and when he asked why you weren’t judging him, you smiled and showed him the large amount of teeth you had in your beak-mouth

🪷 He smiled back and called you the ‘freakiest-imps in hell’, much to your amusement

🪷 You are by-far one of Fizzarolli’s most trusted friends, and that showed with how adoring he was when you would come to check him out, when he normally was fairly hostile or fearful with others

🪷 Asmodeus would ask you to come with him during his yearly Clown Pageant, which was held in the Greed Ring, and was hosted by his boss, Mammon, whom you despised more than anyone else, Asmodeus and Blitzo included

🪷 The way he treated your boyfriend nearly made you inject him with a demon-version of the bubonic plague just to watch the bastard suffer in a bed before succumbing to his inevitable and horrific death at your hands

🪷 But, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus (mainly Fizzarolli), held you back from doing this, since they didn’t want their lover/good friend to be harmed by another high-ranking follower of the Sin of Greed

🪷 Though, after he quit, you jumped up with Asmodeus and bared your teeth, with your body mutating into something to horrific it would make people such as Lucifer and Alastor the Radio Demon shake in their boots

🪷 Mammon eventually left after Asmodeus and you revealed Fizzarolli’s relationship with you. And since you were from a high-ranking family, many saw it as scandalous, leaving you with many missed calls from your family as the three of you traveled home to rest

🪷 Oh Satan, how were you going to explain this to your parents?

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

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Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

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Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

~

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

[iicarused]

##most desired

y!vox x reader // y!alastor x reader // y!adam x reader

synopsis: two overlords and an angel who are insufferably in love with you. // she / her pronouns

beware: DARK THEMES // obsessive behaviour, heavy yandere aspects, stalking,

notes: the most y/n thing i ever made

you were one of the first overlords of hell that remained in the same rank to this day. everyone knew of you and dared not whisper your name in fear that you would come for them. they saw you in the streets or at downtown bars, sometimes at a corner table of ozzie’s. you were a mystery that preferred bringing misery.

little to no people knew of your background. it was swept under the rug to never be looked at again, and maybe lucifer helped with that. you were an angel before, way back when the rules were more strict and heaven was nothing more than a guarded kingdom.

“just one chance, y/n!” adam urged. “one date — that is all i ask for!”

you scoffed at his antics, growing used to his advances of being asked for your hand. “how many times do i have to say i’m not interested? i have work. get going before sera is on my ass.”

sera. your old boss and best friend — everything you worked towards was being at her level — instead came crashing down when you disagreed with the exterminations. adam watched you fall, but sera was the cause.

downstairs, lucifer helped cover it up. it was big talk around hell for quite some time until it was thrown under the rug and you could live in peace. while your power cannot compare to the rulers of hell, it comes close. you’re just careful of not showing that.

the radio demon always shown great interest in you — not that he knew you personally — but enjoyed your story like an old tale. while he isn’t sure which story is the real one, he enjoys the theories that you were just a hellborn that came up.

it was rosie who connected you both. she was a friend of yours, and one of the best cooks you’ve ever known.

“oh my stars! alastor! you have to come meet one of my good friends, you are going to love her!” rosie beckoned. “she is such a pumpkin and the cutest thing! oh, there she is! y/n!, over here sweet pea!” she strides towards your seated area.

you watched your friend gleefully place a hand on the man’s arm, her signature grin tugging at her lips. “this is alastor. alastor, this is y/n.”

it was nice to finally place a face to the name! he had a fondness to you from the start: sat with you at the small of your booth and chatted until nightfall, completely in awe of your welcoming personality.

but why wouldn’t you be welcoming? you are one of the main overlords, what is there to fear when nearly everyone is below you? alastor felt a sort of connection, a relation that you are no different than him.

his admiration only begins to grow from here and continues the more you interact. slowly, he becomes a part of your daily life and starts showing you off to the world that you are an “acquaintance.”

now it was no lie that your name started to spread around hell like a wildfire, especially to know your hiatus is officially over. back to the present of downtown bars and corner table at ozzie’s for dinner — your face was back up to being recognizable — and it was a wonderful change

it would not be until recent years when you would finally meet vox at an overlord meeting: his personality nearly matched yours. if not, then you both had a click that had you both in deep conversation right after.

you could imagine alastors dislike towards that interaction

“so you’re the big talk of hell, huh?” the host approached you with confidence inside and out. “my, what a pretty face! it’s practically made for television, how about we do something about that?” the moment brought your hand to shake his, vox brought you to his side with an arm over your shoulder as he walked you to your seat.

“what do you have in mind?” now, normally you don’t condone this behaviour — but he really piqued your interest. “it’s not like my face isn’t already noticed on the streets, for what reason does it need to be on billboards?”

“stunning features like yours should be shown off, and not just for the streets,” he emphasized. “here’s my card, we could talk more later, dear.”

alastor had a full front view of this interaction and a perfect angle of vox’s smug expression when he watched you tuck the card in your pocket.

now don’t get me wrong, adam has been watching.

he couldn’t let his sweetheart just go to hell like that! littered with sinners and demons and— you get the point. it was hard to recognize him with the mask he now wore, especially since he never made the effort to show himself to you.

what if you were angry at him? he seen your face fall when the topic of exterminating these wretched souls came up. he made a point to his angels that they do not touch a strand of your hair.

he can’t keep himself away from you though, not when there’s no bastards that are getting too cozy with you. his plans of coming back into your life needing to take a charge and fast.

coming down as he pleases to just see you, often keeping his mask on so no demon can see how he looks like. whisking you into the sky so you won’t be able to get away from him

he has your wings on display in heaven, don’t worry about it.

vox and alastor coming to find out someone from the heavens is coming to see you? this is by far the first time in history they will ever come into an agreement of something: no angel hands should ever touch your skin.

alastor makes it a point to constantly whisk you to the hotel, or sometimes his radio station to hide. “they won’t find you here, sweetheart! i’ll keep you safe.”

the way all three of them would become more and more possessive the more time you are with one or the other. you can’t say no, there is denial when wanting to just stay home alone. someone is always at your hip.

there is only so much time where you either kill one of them or they take you and hide forever: but forever isn’t long when adam has his angels searching for you each year.

“c’mon babe! we could go back up to heaven, i’ll pull some strings!” adam often confides.

“we could rule over hell with no one to undermine our power if we took the chance!” vox would persuade.

“we could hide forever and live however you desire if you just take my hand.” alastor chimes.

having these 3 men after you is something you do not want, especially when their obsession levels keep rising. at this rate, murder is an option. it’s only the matter of time.

[koemiexists]

Perfect Gift | Alastor x Fem Reader

summary: you receive a gift from alastor after residing in the hotel for a month word count: 3.7k tags: smut, cream pie, voice kink, love bites

Recently, you have been noticing just how enchanting Pentagram City is, with the way it seemed to pull you forward. Residing in the Pride Ring as a sinner, you never got to see past that ring. 

Nothing was truly new, except for what was occurring around the Morningstar District, as some sinners pegged it. You usually reside in the inner city, near the Heaven Ambasade. 

Towards the border of the Morningstar District, on an elevated ground was what seemed to be a hotel, and you could just barely make out the words. Hazbin Hotel .

It seemed interesting, it intrigued you. And the best part, it was something new.

Now, if you were one for TV, you’d probably have heard about the Hotel way sooner from a news reporter Katie Killjoy, but you find it much more fascinating to listen to the radio, old fashion, but it’s something you enjoyed.

You guess that if it wasn’t for your constant urge to try new things, you likely wouldn’t have ended up in this mess. Yet, you can’t find it in yourself to hate where you turned up. 

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” A feminine voice said, and you thought you could vaguely hear just how bright it was. You watched as Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell, next to the throne, jumped in your space, her eyes shining. “Are you a wayward sinner in hopes of being redeemed!? Are you here for a chance to make it to Heaven, to have your soul be cleansed of your sins?”

Redemption? You weren't too sure it was possible, but if Charlie, the daughter of Lucifer, believed it so wholeheartedly... Perhaps there was a chance.

“I never really thought about being redeemed,” You admit quietly, looking up at the tall hellborn. Why was she so tall? Was her father even taller then? Your internal dialogue was cut short when she gasped.

“No? Never?” She inquired, bending her knees slightly, her eyes crinkling a bit knowingly at your height difference predicament. 

Truly is the daughter of the Devil , you thought with a frown. “No, not really. I came here because I was interested, if I’m being honest.” You felt embarrassed, you didn’t want to turn away after how excited Charlie seemed. “But... now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind being redeemed.”

Charlie’s smile grew wider, and with a tug, you found yourself in the hotel, feeling a bit dizzy, albeit excited at what you were getting into. 

You saw her take a deep breath, and gather the other members around. “This is Vaggie-” A young woman comes into view, and you furrow your brows, wondering why she looks different from the others you see in Hell. Almost like an-

“Angel Dust is the name! Nice to meet ya, toots,” A spider looking demon grins at you, and you felt your face flush, knowing exactly where you heard the name, and saw him from. You never watched his porn movies voluntarily, but you have heard about him countless times from your coworkers.

Charlie smiles, and points towards a bar. “There’s Husk, and we have our maid, Nifty!” 

“Forgetting someone?” Vaggie mentioned, rolling her eye.

The woman furrowed her brows, wondering just who she was missing. “Oh! You’re right! I don’t know where he is right now, but there’s also Alastor, our facility manager!”

At that moment, you felt a presence behind you, yelping as you fell. From the ground, an inky darkness rose into the form of a tall demon, a large grin present on his face. “You called?” He spoke, and you felt a sharp tingle go through your body at the sound of his voice, staticky but also pleasant.

Charlie smiled. “Yup, that’s Alastor!” She spoke, helping you up. 

“Ah- Nice to meet you all. I’m (Name).” You spoke, feeling shaken up still. 

“(Name)?” Alastor spoke, his grin widening as he walked over to you. “Well it is just a pleasure to be meeting you. You’re here to be redeemed, dear?” He questioned, and you can only mumble a yes, cheeks flushing.

Charlie was about to speak again, before her phone rang loudly, and she let out a quiet groan. “Who is... Dad? Ugh, alright! Vaggie, Alastor, can you please show (Name) around? And (Name), sorry for not being the one to give you a tour! I have to take this call.” She gave you an apologetic smile, before walking off, answering the phone.

You notice Vaggie had an annoyed expression, but it was quickly wiped off as she turned to you. “Well let’s get this tour going. At the end we’ll show you your quarters, (Name).” 

“Alright,” Smiling, you follow Vaggie, keenly aware of Alastor trailing behind you two. 

“...And this is the kitchen, Nifty usually cooks, but as long as you aren’t absolutely horrible at it, we don’t mind if you use it. Here’s-” Vaggie pauses, taking out her phone, squinting her eye at it. “Sorry,” She apologized, as she backed up. “Charlie needs me right now. Alastor? Finish the tour for (Name), please.” 

With that she left, leaving just you and Alastor, whose grin sharpened. “Well, it’s just you and me now!” He laughed, beginning to walk forward as you trailed behind. 

You stayed silent, before your curiosity fully peaked, leaving you unable to keep your mouth shut. “Your cane,” You started, feeling Alastor’s gaze on you even though you were looking down. “What’s it for?” 

“What do you think it is for?” He questioned back, watching as you fumbled your words.

“Well- I just thought it was for aesthetics-”

Alastor let out a laugh. “Only for appearances? Well darling, it allows me to broadcast my voice.”

Your brows furrow, confused. “Is that all it does?” You inquire, wondering if you’ll get more information. “Wait- broadcast...?”

His smile broadens as he watches you expressively piece it together. “I heard your broadcasts before!” You sputtered, and then you froze. “Oh my gosh. You’re the Radio Demon , aren’t you...”

“Correct! I am.” He said with glee, as he opened a door, pointing inside with his cane. “A gentleman will never enter a woman’s quarters without permission,” Alastor spoke, looking at you.

“This is my room...? Already?” You murmured, as you walked in, noting how it was already furnished.

Alastor let out a huff of laughter, the radio effect increasing slightly. “Darling, you didn’t seriously expect many sinners to be rushing to reside here, now do you?” 

You frown, crossing your arms. “Charlie believes in this idea. Who's to say it’s not a possibility? Being redeemed seems far-fetched, yes, but I’ll gladly try and be cleansed of my sins then spit in her idea.”

“Would you still think that way?~” He sing-songed, grinning. “Charlie’s way is less than conventional, you’ll see. But if you truly wish to reside here in the path of redemption... Well, who am I to stop you?” Alastor leaned in, patting your head. Then he seemingly melted into that inky darkness you saw, watching as it went down the hall.

“Weird.” You huffed, rubbing your eyes. You were exhausted, mentally and physically, and the fluffy bed seemed to be calling your name.

“(Name)!” Charlie yelled, watching as you yelped, falling from your bed. “Great, you’re awake.”

You grumbled softly. “Only because you yelled. I was sleeping, peacefully.”

She grinned. “Not anymore. Besides, it’s good to be an early riser!” 

The princess helped you up, and began going through your closet. “I think you’re due for a trip outside the hotel. You have clothes, but...” Charlie frowned, wrinkling her nose as she took out an article of clothing that was at least a few hundred years old. “They’re old.”

“Yeah,” You yawned. “It’s ‘cause I never made enough truly besides the necessities. I couldn’t really splurge.”

Charlie gasped, turning to you. “You couldn’t? Well- we need you to! This is actually sad.” She began to think, before snapping her fingers. “Don’t worry, I know who you can borrow some clothes from!”

“Who?” You questioned, watching as Charlie tapped rapidly at her phone, then pocketing it. 

Your door opened, and you watched as Vaggie walked in, holding a few pieces of clothing. “(Name), you need some new clothes.” She said, glancing at the battered clothes. “Jeez. Your clothes are actually ugly.”

“Vaggie!” Charlie huffed, and her girlfriend smiled a little, pecking her cheek. “A kiss isn’t going to change the fact you said something so mean!” She squawked.

You groaned. “Let’s just move on from my wardrobe, alright?” 

Vaggie shrugged, putting down the clothes on your bed. “Here. You’re lucky we’re roughly the same height and size.”

Grasping the soft clothes, you note how they were very feminine. “You have pretty taste.” You remarked quietly, as you pulled at the dressing screen. 

She let out a laugh. “Thanks, (Name). I’d say the same but-” “Vaggie-!”

“-I would need to see more of your clothes.” Vaggie finished wryly, smirking.

You huffed, even though truly, you were amused. Opening your mouth to speak again, you fell silent when a knock was heard on the door. 

You heard Charlie get up, opening the door slightly. “Yes?”

“Is (Name) there?” You heard Angel ask, and you felt relieved.

“Uhm..” Charlie bit her lip, unsure if you wanted him to come in. 

You pulled the clothing screen back, revealing the flowy skirt paired with a tight blouse. “Charlie, it’s okay! Angel can come in. I’m finished changing anyways.”

Angel sauntered in, stretching. “Look at you, toots. You look awfully dolled up for how you usually dress.”

Vaggie snorted, as she got up, walking towards the door. “Charlie made her change. She had to borrow my clothes.” She said, grinning. “Anyways, Charlie and I will be downstairs if you need us, (Name).”

You watched the couple wave, shutting your bedroom door closed afterwards. 

“So,” Angel started, smirking. 

You quirked a brow, sitting down on your bed. “So,” You repeated back, folding your arms.”

He grinned. “It’s been a few weeks, how are you feelin’ staying in this hotel?”

That was something you were thinking about. It was amazing to be able to live here without needing to pay money. It also helped how nice Charlie and Vaggie were to you. 

What also was good was just how pleasant it was to listen to Alastor speak. You hid your radio in your drawer almost always, but when you heard the little crackle that was the tell-tale sign he was live, you always tuned in. 

“Good.” You said simply, smiling. “I like it here enough. It’s nice to be around welcoming people too.”

Angel laughed, moving to sit next to you, laying his head on your lap. “Does getting horny at Alastor’s voice also help?” He asked casually, laughing louder as you squeaked and pushed him off.

“I do not get horny at his voice!”

“No?” Angel probed, watching as you got even more flustered.

“Let’s just go.” You muttered, embarrassed and flushed from just the thought. Angel only smirked, walking with you down the stairs. 

It’s something that became a bit of a routine, Angel joking with you about you being attracted to Alastor’s voice, and you fervently denying it, despite it being the truth.

And then one day, while you were out with Charlie to run errands, Angel slipped up.

Alastor was already quite interested in the fact you hung out with him so frequently, especially since he only made idle chat with you, and on rare occasions sought out to make a deal for your soul.

You always declined, knowing that making a deal with Alastor would be a terrible choice, as Husk told you.

So when Angel began to talk about you to Husk in a drunken haze, he found it to be a perfect opportunity to learn more about you.

“So,” Angel spoke, slurring his words only lightly. “(Name) fell into a puddle of someone’s vomit! She told me how embarrassed she was! I told her she wasn’t alone, and how I slipped on some dude’s jizz once, but she just argued how it wasn’t the same.”

Husk snorted. “It really isn’t. One is gross, and the other is because you’re a pornstar who actually deals with bodily fluids like jizz.”

Angel rolled his eyes, drinking some more alcohol. “It’s the same sentiment though! That shit hurts. Plus, it was sticky, which is gross.”

Alastor felt his eyes twitch, ready to slink away to do something more productive, before he heard Angel speak up again.

“Hey Whiskers, did I tell you about something (Name) doesn’t tell anyone ? I only figured it out by observing!”

It was obvious Husk wanted to stop Angel from spilling your secrets, but he was also curious. “No, what happened?”

Leaning in, Angel spoke in a voice that meant to be hushed, but was regular in volume. “She finds Alastor’s voice attractive! Like, she gets absolutely flustered when listening to his broadcast- she hides a radio she owns in her drawer. She uses it only to listen to him. Isn’t that crazy?”

Alastor let out a quiet hum, static filling in the air as he slipped into the darkness, ready to use this new information.

You were exhausted from the outing with Charlie, but she insisted, stating how “a new resident’s idea on things will benefit the hotel in the future!” 

You wish you told her you didn’t want to, but it was Charlie, and she would have just sang to you in order to convince you. And needless to say, you didn’t want her singing. Slumping in your bed, you cuddled against the comforters, fully about to drift off to sleep, before you heard a light noise. Groaning, you turned over, refusing to get up, until you felt a presence. Jolting up, you saw Alastor, who was grinning widely at you. 

“And I thought the new resident was sleeping peacefully!” He laughed, twirling his cane. “Looks like she’s fully awake instead.”

You huffed. “What do you need, Alastor? I’m tired, Charlie dragged me all around Pentagram City.”

He smirked, sitting on the bed. “Well, I thought that you needed a gift.”

“Gift?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Why do I need a gift?”

“You don’t even know?” Alastor’s voice was self-satisfied as he pulled out a calendar from nowhere, tapping on it. “It’s your full month being here! That calls for a gift, don’t you think?”

You narrowed your eyes. “No.” You said flatly.

“So hostile!” He laughed, grinning even wider. “Well dear, I think you deserve one. Especially with how sweet you are to others. Almost rivaling Ms. Morningstar!” 

“I don’t believe so,” You sighed. “Charlie is insanely nice. I think I’m only a fraction of how nice she is. And I think I’m just okay to be around, everyone else is too abrasive.”

Alastor leaned closer, his smile toothy. “Abrasive? Such a big word! Only fitting for a knowledgeable lady like yourself, hmm? Although, I think you’re only so informed and enlightened by a certain radio broadcast, don’t you think so?”

You felt your blood run cold, as you slowly turned to Alastor, who’s smile widened even more at your fearful expression. “What are you talking about?” You whispered.

“What do you mean dear?” He asked, the static increasing in his voice again. “The fact that you have a radio hidden in your drawer, that you use to listen to me whenever I begin to broadcast,” He said, leaning over you as your breath began to pick up. “Or the fact you get aroused at hearing me speak? Is that why you come to me so much? To listen to me speak?”

Your breath hitched, and Alastor laughed. “Oh, it is! Aren’t you the naughty doe? Getting riled up over the sound of my voice...” He hummed, and you felt him begin to unbutton your pajama top. “Say, do you touch yourself to my voice? When I start my radio show late at night, do you wake up just to listen in?”

“I-” You let out a small whimper, arousal pooling in your lower belly as he rubbed light circles on your hips. “Sometimes-! Only some- only a little.” You spoke, fast and hushed as you gripped his arms. “Alastor-”

He smirked. “Let this be your gift, for being here for a month.” Alastor said shortly, pushing your top off. Your breath hitched, but you can’t find yourself to feel uncomfortable or angry, you wanted this so badly. To have a night with Alastor, to feel his touch in an intimate way.

“Alastor,” You spoke breathily, as he slipped his hand underneath your pajama shorts, rubbing at your wet slit.

You felt hot, your body responding to his touches extremely well, like it was made to be touched by him. 

Alastor bit at your collarbone, laving his tongue over the bite, growling lightly at the taste of blood. “Look at you. Look how your body responds to me.” His voice lost some of its static, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sound.

He laughed, and began to work a finger inside you, thrusting in and out, curling it against the spongy part deep within you. 

“Wow, you really do like my voice. You have a voice kink, (Name)? Want me to groan in your ear?” He questioned, smirking as he bit lightly on your lobe.

You huffed, moaning as quietly as you could, rolling your hips into his hand. “Damn it, Alastor.” You choked, grasping at the sheets underneath you. “ Fuck - please, please just...”

He leaned closer, obviously waiting for you to say what you wanted. “Just...?”

“Shit! Fuck me? Please?” You whimpered, an embarrassing high pitch whine emitting from you as he removed his finger. 

“Fascinating, isn’t it? I didn’t even put two fingers in you! Look at just how much arousal is covering my finger.” Alastor licked his finger, laughing. 

You mewled pitifully, needing him badly. “Fuck you,” You groaned, trying to get him to just fuck you.

Alastor let out a haughty cackle, unzipping his trousers as he pulled your hips against him. “Are you ready, darling? You wanted this so bad.”

Letting out another whine, you nod, watching as Alastor kissed and bit at your chest.

Then, in one swift motion you felt him enter you, filing you to the absolute brim. You moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist, eyes shutting close as you tried to steady your breathing.

“When I fuck you,” Alastor began, his voice sharp as his hand gripped you chin, forcing you to look at him. The pain was slight, but enough for you to let out a quiet whimper. “You will look at me when I do so. You understand, (Name)?”

“Yes,” You stutter out, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Alastor hummed, waiting as he watched you tremble and try to fuck yourself onto him, a smug grin present on his face. “My poor doe,” He cooed, his voice crackling with static as he pinched your nipple. You yelped, and he laughed, kissing your neck, the very same spot he bit. 

“Hungry for me to fuck you dumb, hm? You really are a whore for me.” He murmured, kissing your lips lightly before he gripped your thighs, pulling out almost completely.

“Don’t worry my doe, I’ll make sure you get what you want.” He breathed out, his voice slightly deeper as he slammed back in you, the headboard hitting the wall roughly as his fingers clawed into your hip. 

You cried out loudly, pussy dripping all over his pelvis as he repeated the motions, rough thrusts into your willing body. “Alastor, Christ!”

He let out a quiet growl, snapping his hips into your body at a faster pace.

“The only name you shall evoke is mine. Understand?” He spoke harshly as the ever present grin became strained, the static in his voice and around him increasing as he grasped your face, staring into your eyes.

You moaned loudly, nodding pitifully, and he smirked. “Good girl.” 

Alastor began to maneuver you while thrusting slowly, your ankles pressing against his shoulders instead of his waist. He pressed a hand against your abdomen, moving at a bit faster pace, a groan escaping him. “You’re being such a good girl. ” Alastor groaned, right in your ear, and burst, whining loudly.

His own breath hitched, as he kept thrusting in your spasming heat, sucking a large bruise on your neck.

You felt your energy drain from you, overstimulated and sensitive after your orgasm, yet Alastor didn’t seem done with you yet. Groaning, you tried to pull away, legs shaking from the continued stimulation at your groin.

“You aren’t truly that foolish, right (Name)?” Alastor laughed, swiping his fingers at his tongue, before rubbing tight circles onto your clit, watching as you jerked from his touch.

Almost as if you got electrocuted, you let out a wail, pushing with all your might to get some reprieve, but the pain felt almost too good. Alastor bit your lip lightly, snickering when you began to orgasm again, squirting all over his pelvis and the bed sheets.

You jolted, twitching lightly as Alastor buried himself deep, kissing you passionately as he came inside you. You couldn’t find any stamina to pull away and turn, fully relying on the radio demon to help you.

He let out a low cackle, pulling out and zipping his trousers up again. Despite the obvious spot at his crotch from your squirting, he decided he’ll resolve it later, tucking you into bed. “Hope you enjoyed your gift, my little doe.” He murmured, fixing his hair.

“Hey, (Name)! What’s all the noise?” Charlie came bounding into your room, freezing at the sight of Alastor.

Vaggie came behind Charlie, immediately falling into a fighting stance when she noticed Alastor as well.

“Uh... Alastor,” Charlie started, trying to smile casually. “What are you doing in (Name)’s room...? And uhm, why does it smell like that?”

Alastor laughed, his expression smug. “I just gave (Name) a gift, that’s all! She’ll be fine, maybe a little sore.” He turned to you, his expression softening just a tiniest bit. “Well, ladies, I’m off to do a radio broadcast! I’ll see you two in the morning.”

[genderlessdude92]

GENTLE, PLEASE

NSFW FIC

PAIRING: Alastor x Wife!Reader

SUMMARY:Y/N, like the nervous wreck she is, can’t stop spending her free time worrying over something that’s not even a big deal. Of course, one thing lead to another. (Thank you, Charlie, for letting them have the day off).

WARNINGS: (SFW) Reader is female, Reader is hellborn, Reader is VERY anxious (alastor as well, but not too much), reader is sensitive obv, angel is angel, usage of y/n, established relationship cussing on both parts, Alastor owns readers soul. (NSFW) alastor’s pain kink shows a little bit, lingerie, reader is TIGHT, reader is also virgin but is registered adult!!!, mention of a safeword, p in v, slight orgasm denial, reader’s tears, soul-chain bondage, alastor knots. Mentions of pregnancy^^ idk if there’s angst in this that counts but both have a good ending so dw (LMK if i missed anything!!!!)

!!TRANSLATING MY WORK OR COPYING IT IS NOT APPRECIATED (But thanks for liking it :3)!!

Alastor was a man of his word.

Y/N was sitting in her room, tired from her piece of vibrating plastic that brang her ‘pleasure’.

“You look gorgeous in your bliss, darling.”

Whenever Alastor rubbed her, ate her out, it made her feel real pleasure, though.

But, did he?

What was real pleasure?

“I’m too big for you, sweetheart, maybe another time.”

Another time.

Did he want another time?

“You’re almost like Charlie’s mother, Hah! We’d make great parents.”

The look he gave you.

Y/N felt so relieved after hearing Charlie was going up to heaven for a meeting just a moment ago, but now all of these stupid…that’s mean. All these overwhelming thoughts were plaguing her head.

She threw the piece of plastic across the room.

She had to give him something.

when was the last time you talked to him? when was the last time you crossed paths with your husband during work? when was the last time you cooked for him?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

22:10 PM

She couldn’t sleep.

Was she good enough?

Ugh.

She put on a flimsy oversized shirt she usually wears to bed, some polka-dot pajama shorts, and white, knee-high socks.

She didn’t bother to change her underwear garments from the night before.

Y/N looked around before heading out of her hotel room, in case anybody saw her, to Alastor’s room.

Y/N was so happy when Alastor ‘accidentally’ mapped her room next to his on one of the secluded floors when the hotel was being rebuilt. How happy she was, indeed.

Knock knock knock

Silence. but only for a moment before she heard and felt the soft familiar static come closer to the other side of the door.

“Come in, mon cher.” He greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside. His room looked neat and clean, unlike Y/N’s. mostly because there wasn’t much stuff…and he had a whole bayou, making the room bigger.

She nervously walked over the the edge of his bed and sat down, breathing in the smell of his familiar cologne.

“Whats keeping you up so late? you’re usually a slumbering baby at this time of night!” He chortled, sitting down next to her on the plush bed of his.

Fuck.

He was wearing silk pajama pants and a robe, but the robe was just barely tied tightly, exposing a majority of his chest. His monocle was placed elsewhere and his hair was slightly disheveled.

Crap, you woke him up didn’t you.

“…I don’t know.” You dumbass, wrong answer! she scolded at herself.

Alastor chuckled again, “Just missed me?” he asked.

That reminded Y/N of back then. When it was simple and new between them. Before they went to this hotel, decades ago when the two met. She would always go over to his manor in the middle of the night after roaming the streets and feeling lonely.

Ah, yes. Now i have to work for the princess.

“…Yeah…missed you.” Y/N forced a smile alongside that little white lie.

He sighed, “…Alright, what’s going on?” He placed a place on her tensed shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, gently.

Cornered. Y/N didn’t have a choice, “Do you…Do always mean it when…fuck- when you s-say you-um- want to have a child with me?” She said without breaking her eye contact to the floor.

You didn’t have to say it like that, fucking hell

Alastor’s movements froze. “…a…um…” His smiled turned strained, “-a spawn?”

Y/N teared up. there was no way she was getting out of this one.

She whimpered, “…sorry.” before her hands shot up to her face, Alastor grabbed her wrist-

“I would love to. Y-You know I am a man of my word…” Alastor confessed with a chuckle, “-But…only if you are comfortable with it, mon amour.” Alastor went to her eyes level to try and meet her eyes.

Y/N froze. Her tears stopped.

…Holy fuck.

Y/N looked at him, to search for any disapproving emotion in his eyes.

None.

“…I-I want to.” Y/N confessed back, “…too.”

Alastor’s smile softened, he pulled Y/N with ease into him lap, “I’m glad,” and immediately kissed her.

The kiss was soft, sensual, gentle, even. Alastor’s hands began to roam under her shirt once she opened her mouth for him.

Alastor broke away from the kiss for a moment, a string of saliva connecting to their lips, “Y/N…?” he tugged on her shirt.

Oh god, what do i say?

“…Is there something wrong?” Y/N silently panicked.

Alastor widened his eyes for a moment but then softened his demeanor, “You shirt. Can i take it off?” He kissed her lips once more.

Fucking idiot. A brain dead patient would’ve known what that meant.

“…Yes.” She smiled nervously as he broke the the kiss.

Alastor nodded before bunching the hem of her shirt in his claws, “arms up, dear.”

As Y/N put her arms up, letting him gently take off her shirt, Alastor noticed how she was…wearing lingerie.

The lingerie that she wore the night before.

see what i did there

As Y/N put her arms down, she noticed how Alastor was staring at her under garments…

That she didn’t change from last night.

Y/N squeaked and ripped the bra off her body, tossing it away and into the bayou.

Now you’re bra-less.

Y/N slowly look up at Alastor, afraid he was going to scold her for not caring about her hygiene and stuff like that.

Alastor had always scolded her for skipping certain chores to, ‘take the weight off Alastor and Nifty’s shoulders’ whether it be showers, making the bed…laundry.

Dirty landry.

Alastor sighed, “I love you, Y/N,” He laughed softly, “-my clumsy doe.” He finished the sentence with a lustful growl, his claws tickled down her spine, arching her back.

“…I…I love you, t-“ almost immediately, Y/N was pinned down into the center of the bed, Alastor lips crashing onto hers like a starved man.

Fuck yeah, it was hot.

Alastor began to knead his claws at her breasts, squishing them so.

he grinder himself to her clothed core, making her throb for his touch, some contact. It almost felt like all those other times.

…but…it didn’t feel right.

Alastor, after needing a breath of air, noticed the tiniest hint of this, and grown worried,

“Are you alright, dearest?” He checked in.

She was unsure. Yeah, she was in the mood…but she just felt nervous, and he felt so confident.

“…anything i could do?” Alastor questioned once more, still hovering over her, his antlers slightly sizing down.

Think, Y/N, you were fine before, what was he doing before…

“…can you um…be gentle?” She winced, thinking that she sounded like some kind of needy loser. Oh, lord-

“-Why…o-of course, mon cœur.” he reassured, rubbed his thumbs over her small, plush breasts because kissing her once again.

Nothing could have compared more to how satisfied Alastor felt when she moaned.

It wasn’t a pornographic moan either, it was…natural. needing, almost.

Once Alastor slipped his tongue into her awaiting mouth, he began to unwrap his robe, tossing it to the ground and leaving his chest bare for her.

She gasped, “Oh, Al…” before she could wrap her arms around his neck, she felt him tug at her loose shorts,

“May I, darling?~”

Y/N nodded like a frantic woman, lifting her bottom up so he could take off her shorts, awaiting to find her panties completely soaked.

He pushed her bottom down with ease, “Dear, you seem to be completely moist,” Alastor commenting with the low vibration of static in his voice, making Y/N blush frantically. “Tell me, what turn you on so much? Perhaps…” Alastor swiped a finger through her panties, making her yelp. He then brang it back up to his mouth and licked itc moaning softly, “…was it my switch in demeanor?”

Y/N clenched as the sight. Alastor scooted back and lowered herself to her pussy, licking her slowly through the cloth guarding her. When he got to the location of her pearl, he pushed his tongue down onto it, receiving a moan from the receiver.

But his tongue wasn’t enough at the moment.

She wanted more.

“N-no…please, Alastor…I want you.” Y/N pleaded. she was impatient, she couldn’t just sit there and go through what was the usual.

She needed more.

He growled. “Anything for you, ma lumière.” Like an inpatient man, he tapped the bottom of her butt, signaling her to raise it. She did so, and almost immediately did he swiped her panties off of her, resulting in a gasp from Y/N.

Alastor crawled over so his pelvis was just on top of her. standing straight on his knees.

Alastor unbuttoned his silk pajama pants, his hard cock springing free right out of his boxers.

Nothing could have prepared Y/N from how big it looked.

Estimating, it was probably 7.5 inches minimum, and have mercy on her-

It was seriously…thick.

She looked up at Alastor worried. Alastor noticed this and softened his expression,

“You’ll be okay. I’ll go slow for you.”

Y/N nodded, but it certainly didn’t make her feel any better. She was still clenching her womanhood as well, just slightly at the thought of how bad this might hurt.

Alastor sighed. “The safeword is…stop.” Alastor told her. Hopefully that would make her feel safer.

…she opened for him.

When Alastor looked down to examine her, he saw how each second she opened, her juices would stick to her pussy’s lips in strings.

His dick physically throbbed more.

After hooking her legs up and around her waist, he lowered his body down more so that his cock was in lined with her vagina.

Slowly, he rubbed his length up down down through her folds, collecting as much natural lube as he could for her pleasure.

-But the sounds definitely weren’t helping, making Y/N face glow a darker tint of red than before. So, she just zoned out to the rumble of Al’s static.

What snapped her out of her zoning, although, was the burning of her hole, hissing in discomfort.

“Shhh…” Alastor hushed, “Just let me put the tip in, then i’ll stop.” Alastor, still, waited for confirmation.

Fucking pussy, Y/N thought, can’t even take the tip?!-

“o-okay.” She grasped onto his shoulder for an anchor in the pain. I can get through this.

Alastor still gave her a moment before shoving the full tip in, making her wince in pain, squeezing his shoulder.

Alastor hushed her again, “relax for me, darling…” he lowered his mouth to her left nipple, softly suckling on the nub, and effort to ease the pain. As Y/N released more moans, bringing one of her hands up to rub the lonely breast.

After a moment to let her settle around him, he pulled away from her nipple with a pop, bringing her hand back up to his shoulder.

“Just relax for me…” Alastor suggested before closely pushing some more length into her. “You,” he groaned, “You’re doing so good for me…”

How is she so tight?

Tears began to form in Y/N’s waterline. Alastor looked up at the sight and pondered what he could do. After a few moments, he stopped until he was just halfway into her, he leaned down once more to place his lips on her tears, her forehead, and then her lips, whispering affirmations in the middle of each kiss.

…was this too slow?

Y/N couldn’t believe her thoughts.

She pulled away from his lips to speak, “A-Al…put it in…i’m ready…” she requested with desperation in her tone, “i need all of you…”

Alastor looked up at him to spot a lie in the process, “Are you sure, my love-“

“Alastor, fuck me.”

That made Alastor moan, which then turned into a growl as Alastor subconsciously grew into a slightly bigger form of himself, snapping his hips with force into her.

Y/N cried out, but silenced Alastor before he could say anything, “S-Start moving, Al, please…” She took one of her hands off a shoulder to rub her nub, moaning softly as the newly added pleasure mixed with him slowly bottom out before snapping back into her.

He repeated this motion for a moment before slowly picking up her pace, making her moans short between thrusts.

“A-Alastor, ngh…” She called for him, grasping onto his shoulder once again. She tried to pull him down for a kiss.

“Use your words, m…mon cher.” he breathed and he kept his euphoric pace.

“K-Kiss me…” Y/N pleaded through her moans.

Alastor quickly leaned down to peck her lips before breaking the quick kiss,

“I’m gonna fill you…” He quickened his pace, his form becoming more menacing as his antlers grew, “with my seed.” He finished his sentence by smashing his lips onto hers.

As Y/N’s legs began to slip, he quickly used his tendrils to press them to her chest,

Positioning her into a breeding press.

“Ah…A-Alastor…I’m gonna-ah!” Alastor changed his pace to a brutal, electrifying one.

Y/N didn’t even care if he were to be gentle, she just wanted that sweet relief of relea-

“You don’t cum until i say so, darling.” a green shackle on Y/N’s left ankle appeared as a warning. “Understood? Those are our rules of the bedroom.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Those were the rules. He never wanted to feel under-powered in the bedroom at all, so that included orgasm denial.

And Y/N was completely fine with it.

But how quick and hard he’s hitting that far spot in her walls?

Just made her feel like there was no control.

“Alastor, please…” Y/N let tears she didn’t know we’re building up fell.

Alastor hushed her comfortingly, “Sweetheart-fuck-sweetheart, y-you’re almost there…” Alastor could feel himself knot inside of her,

…He wasn’t even sure that he was knotting until Y/N’s moans turned into groans.

He swiped some tears off her cheeks, “Mon cœr, you’re r-ready to cum?” he shot one of his tendrils down to her pussy, rubbing it at a rapid pace. Alastor leaned down to whisper into her ear, the static in his voice now on mute, “cum for me, then.”

That’s when the coil snapped.

The same time when Alastor spilt him seed deep into her womb.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

23:04 PM

Y/N was exhausted.

“Darling, i need you to sit up for a moment.” Alastor demanded.

Y/N groaned like a toddler.

“…fine.” Alastor put down the glass of water onto the nightstand, taking one knee and placing it sorely onto the bed to get closer to her, his shadow helping to lift her butt up as he wiped extra semen off of her.

after a moment of him disappearing into the bathroom, he came back looking neat and ready for bed.

…with a genuine smile on his face as his eyes met your tired ones.

Alastor went to the other side on the bed, sighing as he felt the soft surface under him.

He scooted closer to Y/N to get her under the blankets, dramatic, he thought as Y/N made a whine of protest again from the movement.

Once everything felt to his liking, he laid down next to her. and pulled her close, nuzzling his cheek into her hair.

“…Hey…Al?”

“mhm?”

“…I love you…”

He softened his smile, chuckling light-heartedly,

“…I love you two, as well.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

BONUS ☆♪

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Angel called from the other side of the lobby, walking over to Y/N, “Still up for that event thingy at the new bar? Heard that the sharks are blackl-“

Angel stared at the sight before him.

Y/N, laying on the couch with her legs slightly spread and a heating pad on the thighs.

“…Don’t-“

“Is it just me, or do i see you…a supposed to be virgin friend of mine…sore from a…” He examines the current position for a moment, walking around the couch to stand in front of her, “…breeding press position.”

Y/N stares at him like he’s her next target on a murder spree.

And which, he probably was.

“What? I’m and expert with this kind of stuff,” He pulls out his phone and sits next to you, “forget that I work for Valentino? Damn, how good was that sex?”

“Angel, if you want to keep the ability of having sex, be quiet.”

NOTE: I felt rlly devious making this fic 😍 But all jokes aside, i rlly need some writing tips since this is literally my first fic ever 😭 (we aren’t counting my slender x wife!reader fic from 2016 that got 11k notes help it wasn’t even that good-) But let’s be fr, tips and comments are appreciated! I’m also taking reqs but only Alastor ones for now <3 oki baiiii

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[helluvapoison]

Nice To Eat You

[ii]

The Vees x Cannibal!Reader

warnings: drugs, suggestive, rosie slander, dark themes, violence, security shenanigans and, hello, cannibalism

heads up: if you didn’t know, the people of cannibal town are hellborn; born in hell, never lived on earth, never sinned! their life spans are unknown(?) but seem to age as a human would, unlike other demons

Cannibal town has been off limits to The Vees, courtesy of Vox, ever since the incident with you know who. Meeting you was a suspicious surprise for them. You were kicked out of said town by Rosie for giving cannibals a bad name. Can you fucking believe the irony!?

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˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Suspicious might be an understatement

• For the longest time, Vox is unnerved by you for every other reason than your appetite. Anyone associated with Rosie is an adversary by proxy. If you take Alastor out of the picture, Rosie is still an Overlord and all Overlords will inevitably crumble to The Vees– even if they don’t know it yet

• There’s an expression for that though, isn’t there? Keep your enemies close. That’s exactly how Vox went about dealing with you

• Gives you a job as his security guard. Hell knows he needs one, what with the price of fame and all, those dirty fucking sinners that try and touch him wherever he goes

• It’s a slow development because neither of you initiate conversation

• Vox is beyond used to the rotating door of demons in and out of his life. He abandons the names of anyone that isn’t you, Velvette or Valentino (Angel Dust and Alastor he can’t forget against his will)

• Becoming attached to you while simultaneously waiting for the other shoe to drop is fucking awful. It feels it like a bug in his system, annoys him to the point his screen starts glitching one day

“Just what the fuck are you up to!? I know you’re with Rosie–”

You knew, on some level, Vox didn’t trust you all the way but it didn’t bother you because he hardly seems to trust anyone. So you cut him off with a mix of a snort and a scoff,

“Rosie? Rosie’s a cunt. She gave me the boot years ago, haven't seen her since.”

Involuntarily, he begins to smile, “Years, huh?”

• Trust is another slow endeavor. Now that Vox doubts your motives slightly less than before, he can silently appreciate the fact you do a damn good job of keeping demons away from him. Bonus: if you happen to take a chunk out of them for shits and giggles, blood never touches his pristine self

• “I believe I owe you an apology,”

“Am I going to get one?”

• In a way, sure, but you’ll be sorely disappointed if you thought it was with words. He invites you to dinner. From that moment until you arrive at the restaurant, he’s reveling in the constant state of shock you seem to be in

• Your eyebrows jump when the waiter nervously lifts the lid from your plate and reveals ribs. Real, demon ribs

“Surprised?” Vox asks rather smugly

“Somewhat,” You return his sly smirk, “Most can’t stomach my… indulgences.”

“I don’t have a stomach. I think I’ll be just fine.”

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Vel doesn’t give two steaming shits about Rosie or her backwards, unflattering town so long as it doesn’t interfere with her enterprise. Vox’s grudges are his own. If The Vees got hellbent and demented over each other’s EOTD (Enemy Of The Day) nothing would get done!

• During a pathetic comment war on the her social, a few threats became too detailed for Vox’s liking

• A cannibal wasn’t his first choice– or second, or third– but you’d certainly scare off anyone trying to hurt his business partner!

• Velvette’s far from worried about being lunch when she meets you.

• “You’re my–? No. Absolutely not! I can’t be seen with this.” She gestures to all of you

“You’re not exactly making me drool either,” You mutter under your breath

• Judging by the looks of her partners’ faces, stunning Velvette to silence was impossible. Key word: was

• It didn’t last long and hasn’t stopped since

• She pulled out every trick in the book to get you to quit. She gave you a uniform to wear during your shifts, tossed fabrics at you until you turned into a living clothes rack, forced you to hold her phone during her live streams but criticized and berated the way you did

• For fucks sake, she even screamed at Vox to let her fire you!

• You didn’t need her to like you and that was as obvious as it was infuriating. She was Velvette! Everyone loved her! Having you around was like a black eye; literally bruising her ego and bad for business

• Or so she thought

• She made you stand in the shadows of her studio so you wouldn’t frighten anyone and ruin photoshoots with your “freaky face” she so eloquently put it.

• Velvette was mid fashion crisis, yelling at Joanne for the gazillionth time, when you approached from behind

“I’m taking my lunch.”

“Fucking fantastic! Here, have Joanne since she insists on being fucking useless!”

Playing along, you let a guttural growl rip from your throat, making Joanne jump high in the air.

She squeaked and shook her head vigorously, holding her hands in surrender, “I-I’ll be better, I swear!”

• Her candy cane eyes widened in delighted surprise. How had she been so blind to your potential usefulness!?

• Velvette could get high off the new game she created with you. It was like having a scary guard dog– only better dressed to aesthetics. Paparazzi didn’t dare touch her now, standing at a respectable distance that made her more unattainable and desirable than before

• Her attitude change makes her like-able to you too, she’s heaps more pleasant to be around now. You don’t mind doing the extra stuff that wasn’t in your contract like being a dress up doll, dealing with the pet names or escorting her to events. She knows and takes advantage of this instead of saying how she feels

• “You’re my arm candy now, dollface! You go where I go.”

“I hardly think I qualify as arm candy,” You mumble to her, overtly aware of how she holds you close to her

“If you’re fishing for compliments, fuck off to another pond. I don’t waste my free time with uggos,” She says seriously, abruptly smiling as a camera flashes in her direction, “Now get ready. Fans have been dying to get a picture with me lately and if anyone smudges this dress with their dirty fucking fingers, I want you to bite them off!”

“Anyone that touches you won’t have hands tomorrow,” You promise

• You swear she shivers upon hearing that

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• The easiest by far to get along with. In a mortifying way

• Val is fairly accepting of all Hell’s creatures. It’s typically followed up by something sexual but, hey, you’re not in a position to complain, not when no one else in Hell would willingly sign up to work with a cannibal. Especially one outside the confines of Rosie’s civil town

• Rosie’s loss is his gain

• You would be lying if you said you weren’t expecting him to turn horror-struck but he barely blinks when you explain what you did to get exiled. Your savage methods intrigue him, a plethora of potentials just waiting to be explored. In fact, he goes a step further to praise you for being different

• “Hell would be deathly boring if everyone thought the same way, darling. That’s what makes you so… alluring.” He rolled his tongue with the last word, dragging it out and making it ring in your ears

• You’d been called many things in your afterlife, but never that

• You feel rather useless at the moth’s side. You were supposed to be protecting him but he could take care of himself just fine. Val was about the tallest in every room (if not the tallest) with guns hidden under his coat that he never used

• Later you’d understand he only reached for them as a last resort, when his head was unclouded by blood lust

• If you ever voiced your complaints, he’d be quick to reassure you that you make him look good. What powerful Overlord doesn’t have bodyguards? (Do. Not. Answer.)

• However the day does come when you prove your services have merit. On set of all places! A coked up Hellhound didn’t take kindly to Val’s directions, sending a demon wielding a boom mic flying towards him

• Valentino dodged the demon with ease, whipping around and aiming his pistol to put the dog down. Instead he saw you pushing the mutt’s face into the ground, his arm pinned at an angle. Your sharp teeth were bared at his throat, drool dampening his fur

• But you made no moves without Valentino’s say-so

• There’s a lot he could say about the scenario you provided him and how it made him feel– but he only calls your name, beckoning you back to his side

• Where you belong

• “You’re lucky I don’t like hair in my food,” You growl in the Hellhound’s ear before following after Val

• Valentino may be a mastermind of porn and sex but he knows the real way to a demon’s heart, it’s is the universal love language

• Unbothered by blood, he’ll sit pretty and poised on his loveseat while you tear into the meal he provided you. A thanks for a job well done

• “You’ll never go hungry now that you’re with me, monstruo,” The pet name is dripping with adoration, “I won’t waste you like that bitch did. Look at you, you’re already so special.”

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ i lost the request that went to this but i hope it reaches them. cannibal!reader got that rizz, huh?

[nicoliine]

When Charlie found out that she is now a big sister.

☆彡 Your lover is an idiot; he can be a cute one or an annoying one, never in between, and right now you wonder which one he is as you are in the middle of one of their idiocies.

☆ Reader is g/n.

☆ Warnings: mild swearing? just Angel being Angel. Kinda crack, Charlie cries and it's all your fault.

No proofread.

 

 

You could ask anyone in and out of the hotel and get the same answer. Every. Single. Time.

Who is the biggest supporter of you and Lucifer's relationship? Charlie Morningstar.

 

Not that there was much competition; truth be told, she was the only one who cared enough about your relationship, always asking how your dates were going and if her father was treating you right.

And of course, Angel, who was suspiciously very interested in your partner, but you weren't planning on answering his questions, you prefer to keep his dick size to yourself.

 

That is why you find it unnecessary, so weird, to have the whole hotel's residents in the lobby waiting for the so-important announcement that Lucifer wanted to make; you love him? Yes, you will always be by his side? Definitely. Now, does that mean you want to? Right now, you are not sure.

Right before everyone's eyes, you stand beside your lover, who looked so excited and you could swear was about to jump in joy. Your energy doesn't match his, and you only give Charlie a small smile every now and then to let her know everything is alright.

He cleared his throat. "Now, you may wonder why we reunited you here today," he said, his voice denoting mistery. That made you chuckle. He is such a showman. "My love and I have big news!"

 

"We're having a baby!" He said it with one of the biggest smiles you had seen on his face.

 

"What!?"

"I'm having A BABY BROTHER!?"

 

"Well, not exactly," you interrupted before anyone else could speak or Lucifer started his theatrics again. "I think the appropriate word is "babies."  The comments started again.

 

"Damn, I knew that dick was good," Angel said.

 

☆◦ •◦☆

For someone who loves you so much and could kiss the ground you walk on, Lucifer was hard to convince to go on a walk with you. He surrenders the moment you say you are, in fact, going on with or without him, following after you.

You could see in his face that he was not having the time of his life. You remember the first time he stepped on the hotel, doing his best to not call it shit right there, and the streets in Pentagram City were not different from that; in fact, it was worse.

You just couldn't help it. It was nice to go on a walk around the streets; it was something you always enjoyed. Your lover's presence scaring away every soul who looked in your direction was just a treat.

 

When you suddenly stopped, Lucifer, who was following a step behind you, called your name with curiosity.

 

You couldn't find many animals in hell—well, not in the pride ring—but when a hellborn brings an animal, it is common for it to be the pet of someone. That's why you're now standing there, surprised to see at least five baby ducks on the side of the walk, running around.

"Look at those cute ones!" Your lover exclaims besides you with a babyish voice, as he kneels to take one of the ducks on his hand. "Darling, look! Is so precious!" You smiled, the image before you so breathtaking; you followed his actions, now rubbing one of the little ones head with your finger.

You counted six ducks; they seemed to be no more than three days old. Looking around, you tried to get a glimpse of the ducks mother, but it seemed like they were all by themselves; it nearly broke your heart.

"Darling! We can't just leave them here!" You turn your head to look at Lucifer, who was trying to hold all of the ducks in his arms; it was actually cute.

 

☆◦ •◦☆

To see the King of Hell walking around the hotel with six ducks and one Niffty following him as if he were a mama duck was something nobody expected, but they seemed to be getting used to the idea.

Husk mentioned he is, in fact, the mama duck, and you were the father.

What really took you off guard was to see Charlie resting her head on Vaggie's shoulder, crying over the baby brother you guys allegedly made her think of.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated 💞

[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

Lucifer Morningstar x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

As much as dear Lucy and reader enjoyed themselves in this headcanon post, I can't help but imagine such activities might lead to Charlie become a big sister, so I put some headcanons together for such a situation. I know that Sinners can't get pregnant as canon currently stands, so I typically employ either the Rules of Fanfic or I imagine reader is a living human that ended up in Hell through magic shenanigans (will elaborate with a prompt post once I've got the spoons), though of course you're free to imagine them as Hellborn or whatever suits your fancy!

Warnings: Pregnancy Mention, Implied Smut

- He's insistent you see the Royal Physician as soon as you start experiencing symptoms, but he's not at all prepared for the diagnosis you bring back, and he might need you to repeat it a few dozen times. You're pregnant? With a baby? And it's his? He put a baby in you? You're going to have his baby? An actual baby? He's going to be a dad again?! So goes the conversation for a good ten or so minutes, and suffice to say he's far from calm once the news finally does sink in. Given that the two of you had assumed that an angel and a mortal couldn't reproduce, this is more than an unexpected surprise, and Lucifer knows all too well how much of a fuss this will create from Hell's lowest ring all the way up to Heaven. That's to say nothing of how Charlie might take the news...

- Once the initial panic fades, after a solid hour or so, he gathers himself and focuses on setting a course of action. A very important decision needs to be made. He says it's up to you, but upon being asked what he'd like to do, the King of Hell surprises himself and answers without hesitation that he'd love to have this baby with you. He's surprised because he knows better than anyone that it will be challenging, but he can't deny how much he wants it regardless. Having Charlie was the greatest thing he'd ever done, and the thought of another little bundle makes his heart swell in ways he can barely describe, but ultimately he'll support whatever decision you make. Carrying a half-Archangel is no easy feat... Hearing that you want the same and intend to carry through is enough to make him lift you clear off the ground in a spinning airborne embrace, wings fluttering like a hummingbird as he breaks out into a celebratory musical number or two. He can't wait to be a dad all over again!

- If you thought he pampered you before, you were wrong. He doubles the amount of servants at your call, ensures there's always a physician available at a moment's notice, and hires a full team of chefs to cook whatever you might crave at any hour of the day. From beginning to end, he doesn't want you to want for anything, and the man knows a thing or two about spoiling, and he goes all out to ensure you're surrounded by comfort at all times. That's to say nothing of his own personal dedication to more or less worshiping your existence. Even the tiniest indication of pain or discomfort has him leaping to your assistance. Backrub? Footrub? Full body massage? You name it, he's quite happy to provide. If it wasn't such a cliche he'd be rather happy to feed you grapes from a golden platter. His efforts are borne from the deep sense of pride he feels every time he looks at you and thinks of how incredible it is that he's with you, that you're carrying his child, and that the two of you are bringing something quite wonderful and unique into existence. Said pride fully extends to the public view, where he doesn't hesitate to show you off and humbly brag to anyone that will listen about the news.

- You'll also find that as protective as he was before, he doesn't even hesitate to get his fangs out now, not that many in Hell are stupid enough to mess with the King's beloved. He expects you to be treated with the highest levels of respect, and if he can't accompany you somewhere, he'll insist on an armed escort to keep you safe. This fear isn't completely unfounded, as there are some willing to risk everything for an upper hand on Lucifer, but he's got ample experience keeping the opportunists at bay. He did the same when Lilith was expecting Charlie.

- Speaking of Charlie, the only thing that gives him any kind of hesitation is his fear that she might take the news poorly. Though she took your relationship well, what if she isn't thrilled about a younger sibling? With their relationship so recently repaired, he fears she might worry about being replaced or pushed aside, and he doesn't know how to reassure her that nothing will ever make him love her less. Thankfully, with her boundless kindness and eternally upbeat personality, the Princess of Hell puts his worries to rest as soon as she gets the news. In fact, she reacts much the same way her father did; a massive hug and a delighted musical number, albeit with far more happy sobbing. She promises through tears that she'll be the best big sister Hell has ever seen, and that she simply can't wait.

[hazbinwhoree]

Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you or anything! But I've been lurking on your blog for quite a bit now lol. If it's okay, can I request a jealous! Adam x Reader? If you're feeling generous, maybe make it a bit smutty? The Reader can be an angel, sinner or hellborn. The story is completely up to you!

Jealousy, Jealousy

A/N: I left it vague so the reader can be angel, sinner, or hellborn, it’s up to you reader!

Warnings: Slight breeding kink

Adam was seething. He watched Michael and (Name) interact, Michael clearly flirting if his facial expressions and body language were anything to go by. Adam had left her alone for two minutes and Michael swooped in. He quickly decided he’d seen enough and barged into the conversation.

“Shitface,” he greeted Michael, putting a possessive hand on (Name)’s waist and pulling her into him. Michael soured. “Adam,” he greeted tightly. “We have places to be,” Adam announced. “Later, Mikey.” He tugged (Name) away.

With her hand in his, Adam led (Name) swiftly to his home, and as soon as they were inside, he was slamming (Name) up against the wall.

“Adam!” she gasped. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You letting Michael carry on even though he clearly wanted to fuck you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He was fucking flirting with you, (Name).”

“Oh… does that mean you’re jealous?”

Adam didn’t answer with words. Instead he growled and buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting his marks onto her. (Name) moaned. Adam pulled back just to lift her up by the ass, her legs locking around his waist. Then he continued the assault on her neck. (Name) felt heat rush to her core. She liked this possessive side of Adam.

“He wanted to fuck you,” Adam hissed against her neck. “But I’m the only one who can fuck you.” (Name) shuddered.

Adam had never been more grateful for skirts, tugging (Name)’s up to bunch around her stomach, revealing her panties. He ripped those without a care, and (Name) whined, “I liked that pair.” “I’ll buy you a new one, shut up.”

(Name) was really enjoying this. She should make Adam jealous more often.

Suddenly Adam was lifting her up the wall until her crotch was at his face. She threw her legs over his shoulders. Adam held her up against the wall as he leaned forward and began eating her out like it was his last meal. (Name) cried out and grabbed onto his horns.

His skilled tongue went up and down a few times before circling her clit, and then he began to fuck her with it. Adam had a long tongue, and (Name) had never been more grateful for it as she held onto him for dear life.

Adam’s tongue circled her clit again, and (Name) was quickly nearing the edge. Adam knew her well enough to recognize when she was close, and to her dismay, he pulled back and tapped her legs. She reluctantly slid them off his shoulders and let herself slide down the wall until she and Adam were face to face again.

He slammed his lips against hers and (Name) moaned when she could taste herself on him. It was absolutely sinful.

Adam disconnected their lips and put (Name) on the ground. She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs shaky. Adam shed his robe and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his dick.

He grabbed (Name) under her arms and lifted her back up against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he lined himself up before abruptly thrusting up into her. (Name) cried out, nearly choking Adam with how tight she held onto him.

Adam couldn’t care less, beginning to thrust at an absolutely brutal pace. She was positioned just so that with every thrust her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

“Fuck, Adam,” she moaned.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” Adam panted. “Michael wishes he could have you like this, but he could never satisfy you like I can.”

(Name) blushed. “You like that, slut? You like when I talk to you while I fuck you?”

(Name) swallowed her pride and nodded.

“Good, because you need to know that you’re mine, I fucking own you. No one else can fuck you this good. The next time I catch you letting Michael flirt with you, I’m fucking you in front of him.”

(Name) moaned unabashedly.

Adam groaned, getting close. He could tell (Name) was getting close too, and he kept his pace steady and hard. “I’m gonna cum in you while you cum on my dick. Gonna put a fucking baby in you. Then everyone will know who you belong to.”

That pushed (Name) over the edge and she came with a cry. Her pussy tightened around Adam and that was all it took for him to cum as well. He pushed (Name) down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting upwards, cumming deep inside of her.

They stayed like that for a minute, panting and catching their breaths.

“Fuck, Adam, that was–” “Fantastic, I know.” The cocky bastard.

Adam was going to set (Name) back on the floor, but by the way her legs were shaking, he wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand. So he pulled out, smirking when some of his cum dripped down her thigh and onto the floor.

He carried her over to the bed and gently placed her down on it. “Wait here.” He went to grab a towel.

As he carefully cleaned her up after cleaning himself, (Name) stared at him with an indiscernible expression. “What?” Adam asked.

“I should get you jealous more often.”

[cherubfae]

I'm the anon who asked if you write for mammon and adam. I just sent the ask in, but regardless of your reply i was wondering of you could write the hazbin cast +helluva boss cast (the ones you write obviously) with a super sleepy slot like s/o? Like they sleep all the dam time and are still tired as hell, so tired they literally fall to the ground while walking in silence for too much, they sit down for a second and go out cold. They move so slow it's incredible, theyre always super clingy and always hanging on by their shoulder, It's very concerning.

lmao this made me cackle. Here ya go, sweets! Apologies if you wanted something serious, I literally couldn't 😭😭 just had lunch with my mama to celebrate her belated bday and I'm very full

sloth!like partner || hazbin/helluva boss x reader

tags: fluff, comedy, this is probably mostly crack lmao, established relationships

Alastor

Okay but remember him with the Egg Bois? That's essentially him waiting for you to get ready for your date. What feels like an eternity was only roughly thirty seconds. He hopes you haven't fallen asleep in the bathroom.

"Dearest... I could just teleport you to places with my shadow provided I'm somewhere near." He suggests. It takes him a while to get used to any sort of physical contact so he's not crazy about the clinginess and does what he can to establish boundaries if and when he feels comfortable doing so.

Lucifer

Haha! You're so adorable! He actually quite likes having you on his arm, though sometimes not literally. It's comical watching you climb him and then slowly lose your energy halfway to his shoulders and slow-motion crash land towards the ground. Rinse and repeat.

Husk

By now he's quite used to you falling asleep, especially on him. You tucker yourself out so easily, he wonders what tricks Belphegor has up their sleeves lately. Husk loves you for who you are, but he is rather curious if there's anything that can cure or at least lessen your narcoleptic behaviors.

Angel Dust

Constantly cracking jokes and puns. Some of them can come off as a little mean though it's never intended to hurt your feelings. Though, he does know not to make the 'slow-burn romance' jokes every time you guys have a date night.

Vox

He's gotten used to you being constantly sleepy and rather sluggish. He does wonder if you are, in fact, a Hellborn from Sloth instead of a Sinner sometimes or if you drew the short straw. Vox is typically okay if you're constantly sleepy and a bit sluggish, but he is a fast-paced guy and likes all aspects of his life to progress at a decent speed; romance included.

Blitzø

Deadass he's watching you slowly drag yourself face-down along the ground with a soft skrrrr skrrrr along the cement. Honestly he's surprised you made it on Earth as long as you did. This was amusing but the more you, literally, drag on Blitz isn't sure what he should do. He's probably gonna start driving everywhere. Gotta keep pollutin' bb.

Loona

With how often you sleep, Loona isn't sure how you still manage to be so tired all the time. It honestly perplexes her but she's learned to roll with it. If you're moving too slowly for her liking, she'll pick you up and carry you off like royalty-- or if you're small like Millie, Loona is gonna commit you to her backpack transit indefinitely.

Striker

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"Ya'llright, darlin'?" He asked with a raised brow. You just ate shit and aren't currently really doing anything about getting back into the upright position. Striker's tail swishes curiously and he gently prods you with his boot, heaving a sigh when you move.

[lqveharrington]

Nothing Left to Lose | L.M.

summary: You and Lucifer have an argument about the exterminations that happen in Hell, and it just so happens your daughter heard you through the crack of the doorway.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Wife!reader

includes: ANGST, couples arguing, charlie basically being the family’s mediator and glue, some fluff, (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: i’m on a hazbin streak omg 💁‍♀️

“Lucifer, stop!”

You were in a fight for what seemed like the nth time in a month. It had been exactly 3,500 years since you and Lucifer were cast out of Heaven to rule over the hellborne and sinners. This kept your patience thin the entire month. Especially with Lucifer pushing and pushing for a better way to have sinners saved from exterminations and sending them to Heaven completely broke you.

“Just stop.” You lean against the railing of your balcony, hands gripping on the metal. “Heaven won’t listen to us—“

“They will if we just ask for a meeting.” He ran his fingers through his ruffled hair, growing frustrated at your unwavering discouragement. “We’ve done this before. They listened and—“

“LOOK WHERE THAT GOT US!” You throw your hand up in frustration, eyes flashing crimson for one second. “They cast us away for caring for the human souls on Earth! What are they going to do to us when we send sinners up to Heaven?”

“I don’t know!” Lucifer let his horns poke out, tail whipping violently. “I don’t know, but if we don’t try—“

“Mom?” A quiet voice came through the yelling match you and Lucifer started, making you both turn to the door. “Are you okay?”

You rub your temple before stepping away from the balcony, not sparing a glance at your beloved. “I’m fine, baby. Your dad and I are just talking.” You take her in your arms, running your fingers through her blonde locks.

She looked back at her father, watching him sigh before his horns and tail disappeared. “Is Dad okay?”

“I’m fine, apple pie.” He kissed her forehead, making her giggle at the feeling. “Can you let us have a few more minutes? We’ll come find you when we’re done.”

“Okay.” Charlie gave you both curious looks, not realizing the tense situation she walked in on.

You press a kiss to her temple, “Wait in your room, baby.”

Charlie silently left as you stood from your previous position. You moved back to the balcony, messing with the wedding ring on your finger as the wind blew roughly on your skin.

“My love, we have nothing left to lose if we take this risk and ask for our people to be redeemed instead of letting them die again.” Lucifer took your hands in his, speaking softly this time.

Your crimson and gold eyes meet his, “We risk Charlie, Lucifer. What if they take her away from us?” You shut your eyes, hiding the red sky from your sight. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go up there and face the Heavens when my daughter is hellborne. What if the exterminations keep happening even if they accept your proposal? They might target us—“

“I signed the papers, they know they can’t touch the hellborne or our family.” He squeezed your hands. “Just—“ Lucifer let his head fall on your shoulder. “Let me try. If it doesn’t work, we’ll come up with another solution.”

“Luce…” You murmur, blinking back the tears from the fear of losing your family. “I can’t lose you or Charlie.”

“And you won’t!” He cupped your face, frowning at your words. “You will never lose us. I promise, beautiful…” He rubbed your cheek, “I know you hate the Heavens for casting us here. I know you hate being here. But these souls are our people. We have a duty to protect them.”

“Lucifer…” You sigh and hold his hands in yours. “You need to listen to my reasoning. What if the Heavens refuse to do this and make the exterminations worse than they already are? We can’t know what they might do to our people! To our daughter!”

Lucifer removes his hands from you, “Can you just listen to me?” He walks toward the other end of the balcony, leaning against the railing. “This is a situation where we never know what’s going to happen. It might be good, it might make things worse. But we can’t know unless we try.”

You watch him run his fingers through his disheveled hair, knitting your brows at his actions. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He nods slowly, looking up at you. “I can do it?”

You nod, wringing your hands together. “I trust you… If you say we’ll be okay then… You can go through with your plans.”

“Thank you, my love.” He took long strides over to you and scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses over your face. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” You smile and thread your fingers in his hair, “Let’s go find Charlie, darling.”

“Our caring little girl.” He nudged your cheek with his nose. “Who might be as strong-willed as her mother.”

“Hush.” You press a soft kiss to his lips.

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[jyoongim]

Anon requested: “Alastor X OC Smut where the reader is Lucifers daughter Charlie's twin he hears she is set to marry a hellborn demon but he doesn't want to give her up so he offers her his completel love and devotion for her soul but she says he already has it, they mate in his demonic form and he impregnates and marks her as his mate sealing the deal so when her father comes to take her away he finds she is carrying Alastor's twin fawns….”

@ohmylovewhereartthou-blog i had so much fun writing this!!!

(I shortened the request because of details)

themes: arranged marriage, slight breeding kink, creampie, cervix touching, stomach bulge, magic, possessive/jealous behavior, rough sex, degradation, praise, happy ending

~ reader will be called “princess/baby/ma cherie/dear/darling/ angel~

Morningstar!Reader x Alastor

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You were the King of Hell’s treasure.

You were the older twin to Charlie Morningstar.

Because you were the firstborn Princess of Hell, your father had arranged that you would marry and begin the process of becoming the next ruler of Hell.

“What?” You asked confused looking at your father, not sure you had heard him right.

Lucifer cleared his throat and had a big smile on his face.

”I have finally found a respectful hellborn for you angel. A Goetia prince. Hes perfect for you and would make an excellent partner”

Marriage? 

“But Daddy I-” you started, but Lucifer interrupted you 

“No but’s it took me a longtime to find someone who I thought would be a good match for you. This is good! I already have everything arranged and it has been set. As the Princess of Hell you will begin your royal duties officially”

Charlie took your hand as you felt your anger rise. Being the kind soul she was, she tried to intervene

”Dad sis is already in a relationship. She can’t just give that up. She’s in love” your twin gushed.

Lucifer grimaced at the mention of your significant other.

”Yes Alastor was it? Hmm well I advise you make peace with him and end it.”

You felt tears pool in your eyes. Give up your love? This was so unfair!

“I will grant you six months. One year to make your peace with the bellhop and then you’re coming home. Understood?”

You nodded sadly as you stood and bowed “Yes father”

You watched as he opened a portal and disappeared, leaving you and Charlie.

Charlie turned to you “Hey Im sure if you explain to this prince your situation that he will understand” Oh sweet Charlie. So naive.

You shook your head “You dont understand Charlie. I have a duty to uphold. I am the Heir to the throne and I must obey our father’s wish. As ordered by the King”

You stood up and went to your room, where you cried yourself to sleep.

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Hell was in a frenzy at the announcement of your upcoming engagement. 

It wasn’t everyday that hellish royalty was getting married.

 It was the talk in all the rings of Hell.

And soon word reached back to the Radio Demon.

You and Alastor had been going steady for a while. It was actually your twin who encouraged you two to be together since Alastor had made it known he had fancied you when you came to the hotel to help your sister.

You never imagined you would be head over heels for the red demon, but satan did you love him.

Alastor adored you. Worshiped the ground you walked on and treated you with the upmost respect.

There was no way you could just break up with him to…to marry a stranger!

You had always thought you would marry Alastor. But maybe that was just a dream….

”The realm is buzzing with excitement. Never thought your father would disapprove of our union so much” Alastor chuckled.

He had brought you out on a date, to distract you from all the fuss.

It was just you and him. Just as it had always been.

You stiffened. You hadnt had the heart to tell Alastor of your father’s decision. You just wanted to enjoy these moments while they lasted.

You sighed, poking your food “Are you upset?” You asked softly, peeking at him through your eyelashes.

Alastor smiled, “Well you are the princess my dear. Im not upset. Ill love you even if you decide to go through with this whole engagement haha but I hadnt added a prince to my broadcast yet” he giggled, making you smile.

Oh how you loved his bloodlust.

”j-just…I mean I haven’t even met this guy and daddy just wants to ship me off to the highest bidder. There hasn’t been any need for him to even think of marriage. Hes not dying. There’s no need for me to marry. I dont want marry a stranger…I want to marry you”

”Oh my dear at least let me be the one to propose” he joked.

He grabbed your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb “Dont worry dearest. I wont let anyone take you from me”

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The hotel was quiet when you two came back.

You had indulge in drinks to rid your mind of your impending doom.

Alastor brought you to his room and you made yourself comfortable.

Like any date, you hoped to lose yourself in pleasure at the end.

You stripped yourself of your pantsuit, leaving you in your lingerie.

Alastor’s colors.

”Red is such a lovely color on you” He whispered, coming behind you, pressing soft kisses on your shoulders. You hummed happily, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You were blessed with your mother’s height so your breasts were hugged against his face.

”I can give you anything you desire ma cherie. Say the word and its yours. Ill burn Hell if you say to. I am at your complete disposal” He peppered your chest in kisses, softly nipping at the tops of your breasts.

You leaned his face up to yours and pressed your lips against his, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

”make me forget all my problems. Fuck me like the slut I am and not a princess. I wanna be yours completely, like we have forever” you whispered against his lips.

Alastor grinned as he retreated from your lips, trailing a hand into your thick locks and gripping tight, the other toying with your panties.

”Your wish is my command”

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“F-fuck! Please please” you whined, as Alastor pounded into you.

Your claws ripped through the bedding as your body jolted along the sheets. Your body was going haywire.

How many times had he brought you to orgasm?

You had lost count.

Your body was sticky with sweat and your cunt clenched around his cock.

Alastor tugged your hair, pulling your head back. He let out a growl when he saw how fucked out you were.

Your face was flushed, your tongue lulled and you were panting.

So beautiful.

”A-Al!” You cried when he gave you a harsh thrust. He chuckled “what is doll? C’mon use your words”

words? What were words? You could barely think!

He leaned over you, never breaking his pace ”what a pretty slut. To think another demon is to fuck my cunt. No that wont do. Your cunt is mine and I wont let another have the pleasure to carve it. You always take me so well baby. What’d you think dear?”

You let out senseless babble as your cunt fluttered.

Your cunt let out a squelch as he pulled out. Alastor’s cock was coated in creamy slick. You whined, pushing your hips back to try and have him fill you again “No no no gimme-”

Alastor sucked his teeth at you, smirking “oh? You want my cock? How bad you want it hmmm? Soon it wont be me feeding you cock every night” he slapped his tip against your slit. You moaned, wiggling your hips. You pouted “I dont want another cock Al! I-I want yours! Only yours please” 

He released your head,making you fall forward. You spreaded your thighs and leaned back on your knees as you dipped your hand to your dripping cunt.

You looked over your shoulder at him as you toyed with your puffy clit. Your lips jutted out in a pout “p-play with me. I want it! I want your cock so bad. Please please fill me up. I want your cock to be the only thing to fuck me ah!  Alastor!” You felt that band of tingles form ready to release.

But you couldnt cum. Not without Alastor.

He knew your body better than you did.

Alastor slapped your hand away, having mercy on you.

”The pretty princess can’t cum can she?” You whimpered as he chuckled, sliding his cock against you.

Alastor felt that familiar burn in the pit of his stomach. 

Possessiveness. Jealousy.

He rarely had the urge to fuck you into submission.

“Fill you? Oh baby when I’m done with you you’ll be dripping with my cum.” He let out a dark laugh as his body morphed.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you watch Alastor transform into his demon form.

”roll over” his tone was dark and sharp, leaving no room for debate.

You rolled onto your back obediently, spreading your thighs and bringing your hand back to your clit.

You moaned softly as you rubbed tight circles on your bud.

Large clawed hands massaged your plush thighs.

His bright eyes focused on your fingers.

His chest rumbled as he lowered his head to your cunt, nipping at your fingers. “This cunt is mine. My cock is yours. You think some prince can fuck you half as good as me? Oh no. Not the cunt I worked so hard to carve into.” He licked at your clit, dipping his tongue into your tight hole.

”My personal royal fucktoy that’s what you are doll.” 

You moaned softly at the degradation, rolling your hips against his face.

Satan he knew how to get you going. Alastor’s demon form was terrifying to most, but you found it hot that you made the Radio Demon lost himself to the point he could let loose.

Static buzzed your skin as Alastor ate you as if meaning to devour you whole. Alastor released your clit with a pop, opting to nuzzle the pearl before hooking a hand under your knee, lifting it to your chest, opening you up.

Alastor leaned up, wedging himself between your thighs. Your eyes drifted to his cock.

Youve fucked the red demon in his demonic form before, but it never ceased to amaze you the sheer size of him.

You felt your body heat up as your own demonic form came to the forefront, wanting to accommodate the male on top of you.

Beautiful vermillion horns sprouted from your hair as your eyes turned red and sharp. Your spiky tail swished, hitting Alastor slightly making him narrow his eyes at your playfulness.

You were so pretty.

Alastor leaned his head down, neck cracking to nudge your face, nose taking in your scent and sharp teeth nipping at you. Your dainty claws found purchase in his fluffy locks, making way to paw at the massive antlers sitting on his head.

A soft gasp escaped you when you felt his heavy cock press against you.

 Your eyes met his. 

Red dials simmered with desire, but you could see the love he held for you, even like this.

Alastor would do anything for you.

Were you to really turn your back on a man who would carve his heart out if you asked?

You pushed yourself up against him, affectionately kissing his neck and shoulder, scraping your sharp teeth against his skin.

“I love you Alastor” you whispered, feeling your cheeks burn as you admit this suddenly.

You and Alastor never expressed how the two of you felt with words. Actions were more appreciated, but you felt like you should at least tell him once.

He chuckled slightly “No need for such a declaration my dear. Youve had my heart and soul since the moment I saw you. You have my utter devotion.”

He purred. Your eyes widened as a thought popped into your head.

Soul?

Alastor has given you everything of his without even a contract.

His love.

His heart.

His soul.

They were all yours willingly.

”Make a deal with me”

Green magic swirled at your words and Alastor’s cock twitched, he growled lowly “Careful with what you ask dear”

You ignored him. Your hand drifted between you and you gasped as you slid his cock into you, making the demon let out a room-shaking growl.

A surge of magic washed over you and you watched as the glittery glow seeped into Alastor’s skin.

A full thrust had you taking him to the hilt, balls flushed against your ass.

Alastor bared his teeth at you, his tongue licking your cheek.

”My heart and soul…I give it to you” at your words he snapped his hips against yours.

”My complete devotion and love will never waver, for i chose this of my own free will”

Your claws hand sunk into his back, you were trying to focus.

”As a princess of hell and heir to the throne, I grant you any desire you wish…Ah!…”

A soft golden glitter mixed with the green magic, popping noises filling the room.

Alastor's hand was around your throat, holding you into the bedding as his cock pounded that sweet spot inside you.

The hand holding your thigh, was damn near pushing it to be beside your head, opening your cunt to his merciless pounding.

”Al!” You cried.

”You” he hissed lowly, you almost missed it up.

”I want you. I want you to be my mate, as you should be. I want to see you swollen with my seed, ma cherie. To be properly mine and claimed.”

Your magic surged and Alastor’s hips faltered when he felt your cunt fluttered and squeeze around him.

He felt the warmth of your magic in him and moaned as he pushed into you.

“You’re gonna let me fuck a spawn into you? Gonna let me ruin this royal womb? Oh what a treat you would be, a hellish princess carrying the Radio Demon’s spawn oh hoo ”

He crackled as you arched, mewling as his pace grew harsh.

”O-oh fuck! Fuckfuck! ah ah AH ha a-a-h Al!”

A red mark graced your lower belly, the royal seal.

It prevents you from being impregnated.

But with each drag of Alastor’s cock and magic, you watched as pieces disappeared.

“C’mon baby loosen up. I wanna make sure you take all my cum. Dont want a single drop wasted”

He rolled over, catching you off guard. You blinked down at him as you sunk down onto him.

He shot you wicked smile, fluff wild “Just wanna see when you fall apart on my cock”

He thrusted up and you keened, bracing yourself against his chest.

You were gorgeous as you rode the demon. Red horns like a crown as you threw your head back in pleasure.

Alastor wrapped your tail around his arm and growled when you pushed down on him.

Whipped cream gathered at his as you dragged your walls over him, throwing your assinto his thrusts

 ”pretty pretty princess. Such a slutty pussy that wants to be filled. that’s a good girl, you take my cock so well doll. You want my cum?”

You whimpered, nodding “yes yes yes please cum in me. Breed me. O-Oh ha! Al! Let me have your babies please OH fuuuuuccckkk I want it I want it so bad.” Your claws played with your clit, making your orgasm buzzed, golden magic sparking.

You let out a sharp cry as your back arched. Alastor dug his claws in your hips and pounded you out until his cock twitched and the mark on your belly melted away.

Your cunt squelched and your back burned.

”Fuck fuck fuck!”

Alastor growled as his cock dumped his cum inside you.

You crashed against Alastor’s chest, large wings erupting from your back, shielding the two of you in a cocoon.

You tried to move your hips, but Alastor held you fast as rope after rope of creamy spunk painted your walls.

He had returned back to semi-normal. He pressed a kiss to your forehead “Fuck darlin such a good girl.”

You purred as you changed back.

You ran a hand over your belly, blinking to find it was bulging softly.Alastor chuckled “Seems I might have overdid it just a bit”

You nuzzled into his neck “Mhmm not quite…” you sunk your fangs into his neck, making the demon hiss and bite into your shoulder.

You gasped as you felt the last restraint snap and his cum flood your womb, you wiggled your hips, milking his cock.

Alastor let out a hum “ So perfect and all mine.”

You giggled sleepily. “hmmm.”

Your soft snores filled the room.

Alastor’s ears flicked as he watch little flecks of magic danced around the two of you.

He felt kind of bad for having you cockwarm him so he slid himself out. The magic swirled around your womb, sinking into your skin. He watched in wonder as your bulge slowly went down and a soft glow shone where your mark was.

Wonder what that was about?

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“Oh my gosh! Look at you! Your horns! You look like mom. Oh Satan Dad’s gonna flip” Charlie said as she pressed her hands against your swollen belly.

You chuckled at your sister. You could handle your father.

The hotel was shocked when you had announced you and Alastor were having babies.

yes.you heard right.

 Babies.

 Two!

Twins.

Alastor couldn't be more smug when the two of you walked around the city. He was very entertained by the whispers and stares that were thrown around.

The Princess of Hell was having the Radio Demon’s spawns.

Isnt the Princess engaged?

How dare he?

How is the king gonna react?

This will bring shame to the realm!

You were six months and soon your father will be coming to take you to meet your ‘betrothed.’

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Your tail swished in annoyance as you crossed your arms, staring at your father.

The Goetia Prince looked between you and Alastor nervously, Alastor flashing him a sharp smile as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Your father was seething.

Horns standing tall, eyes red, a ball of fire raging, wings and tail out, and ahh the seraphim eyes.

Daddy was piiiissssed.

And you didnt care.

”what the actual FUCK?!” He bellowed, eyes narrowing on Alastor.

”YOU DARE SPAWN WITH MY DAUGHTER?!”

Alastor hugged you into his side, grinning like a little shit as his hand caressed your swollen belly.

“She was quite adamant Your Majesty. Who am I to disobey my Princess?” His grin had flames pooling from your father’s palms.

You cleared your throat, addressing the Goetia “You can go back home. The marriage is off” the demon blinked and looked to your father. 

“Angel you dont understand-”

”No daddy you don’t understand! If you can be casted from Heaven for love, why can’t I rule Hell with mine?”

Lucifer faltered, eyes dimming.

He watched as Alastor comforted you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He looked at you the way Lucifer looks at your mother.

With complete and utter love, adoration,and devotion.

His eyes drifted to your stomach.

You were pregnant and happy.

Lucifer sighed and approached you, making your horns curl in warning.

Lucifer looked at you.

You looked just like Lilith. You were happy and so in love.

He sighed seeing the ring on your finger.

He wondered where you got that stubbornness from?

your mother no doubt

”Fine fine” he sighed, making you calm down.

”I am to be a grandpa it seems! I-I can’t wait.” He smiled at you making you smile back.

”What am I suppose to tell my father?!” Oh he was still there?

Lucifer blinked in confusion and shrugged “Im sure he can overlook this mishap”

”Mishap? Mishap?! Your daughter is a whore! A mockery of He-AAAAHHHHH!”

You smiled happily as Alastor let out a burp “Thank you Al”

He kissed your cheek “No one will insult you in my presence. His screams were exquisite”

Lucifer cleared his throat as the two of you made heart eyes at each other. “Sooooo twin spawns? Yippee”

You laughed rubbing your belly “Things are gonna get busier around here.”

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Alastor leaned down to kiss your forehead, looking at the bundle in his arms.

”You did wonderful my love”

You hummed as you rocked the other bundle.

”YOURE OKAY! I was so worried. You were screaming and then we heard nothing” Your sister cried bursting into the room, Lucifer entering behind her.  You smiled at your twin’s rambling. Charlie fretted over you before settling on the bundle in your arms.

She squealed “Are they-?”

”Met the newest additions to the family”

You had given birth to twins. 

A boy and a girl.

You were holding your baby boy, cooing at the babe who looked at you curiously.

Baby boy was the splitting image of his father, except he had your rosy cheeks and and cute nose.

 Baby girl took all after you. Pale skin, rosy cheeks, tuffs of blonde hair and little wings tucked and curled.

Alastor nuzzled your mini version.

“What you gonna name them?” Charlie asked cooing at the babies.

You turned to your father “Alastor and I thought it would be best if you name them dad. You know the whole angelic thing” you smiled.

Your father’s lips wobbled at your words.

Alastor handed you your daughter and you adjusted both fawns in your arms.

Your father placed his hands over them and a soft golden glow appeared. 

“The Son of the Morningstar shall be called Abaddon”

Your son giggled as magic danced around him, red eyes glimmering in delight.

You placed a soft kiss on the boy’s fluff and handed him to his father.

”A Daughter of the Morningstar shall be named Azrael”

You snuggled the fussy girl who calmed at your touch.

”The blood of the Morningstar shall be blessed as long as the eternal flame blazes. Amen”

You smiled and let out a tired yawn.

”Alright I think that’s enough excitement for one night.” Alastor rushed Charlie and Lucifer out so you and the babies could rest.

Alastor slid beside you on the bed and used his tentacles to put the twins to sleep.

You leaned against his chest, eyes heavy as you smiled up at him.

”was this everything you envisioned?”

Alastor grinned down at you, before taking a long look at his fawns, he looked back at you and hooked a finger under your chin to capture your lips in a kiss.

”Hmmm its much better my dear. Much better”

[circeyoru]

Masterlist

Hi, I'm Circe! Welcome to my list of random writings written from random bursts of thoughts and ideas!

Alastor, The Radio Demon — Hazbin Hotel

{The Spirit's Favourite Human} _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Spirit of the Forest!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment — Meet the Demon (Ask)

Spin-off Series — You and Cursed Cat Alastor (ask)

{Angelic Doctor} _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Disguised Angel!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment — Meet the Demon (Ask)

{Demonic Companion} _ Completed

[Alastor x Human!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment

Spin-off Series — Something's wrong with your lover + Angst moments over love = Requested — What if the lover is a killer? = Requested — Reader's demon design + What if LK arrives in Hell = Semi-Requested

{Contracted Love} _ Completed

[Alastor x Crush of Contractor!Reader] Story — Random Moment

{Their Twist In Time} _ Completed

[Time-travelled Human!Alastor x Time User!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment

{Darkest Confession} = Requested _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Serial Killer Enthusiast!Reader] Ask — Part 1 — Part 2

{Following The Script}

[Human & Demon!Alastor x Isekai!Reader] Somewhat ask (clarification) — Story

{Cuddles of Another Kind} = Requested (headcanons) _ Completed

[Lucifer x Reader x Alastor] Ask — Story

{Chime of Madness} = Requested _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Mimzy's Performer!Reader] Ask — Story

{Gift} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Cupid!Reader] Ask — Story

{The Boy & The Witch} = Requested

[Human!Alastor x Witch!Reader] Ask — Part 1 — Part 2

{His Killer} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Male Hunter!Reader] No romance or platonic element Ask — Story

{The Raven's Deer} _ Completed

[Alastor x Zestial’s Little Sibling!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 = Requested — Bonus headcanon

{Sleeping Romance} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Tired Sleepy!Reader] Ask — Story

{The Black Leash} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x High-ranked Hellborn Contractor!Reader] Ask — Story

{The Cat On His Shoulders} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Demonic Cat!Reader] Ask — Story

{Unwanted Soul} = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader] All links have been moved to its new - {US} Masterlist -

{Gone Too Young} = Collab

[Yandere!Human & Demon!Alastor x Male BFF!Reader] - Platonic Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — (more parts coming)

{Game of Guessing} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Great Grandchild!Reader] - Platonic Ask — Story

{Nightmare Catcher} = Requested (headcanons) _ Completed

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] _ separated Ask — Story

{You Think It’s That Easy?} = Requested _ Completed

[Yandere Human!Alastor x Arranged Marriage!Reader] Ask (1) — Ask (2) — Part 1 — Part 2

{Collection of Overlords} = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader] Ask — Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 Reader's Design Trick's Design

Trivia Asks: — Your background + relationship with Lucifer — You know a lot more than you let on — Are you a seraphim? — Your dynamic with Lucifer and Lilith (not set) — Your reaction to Alastor using his mother's last name — The missing flame/skull Overlord — Who's Frederick? — New pet: Cursed Cat Alastor — [after part 4] Valentino's f**ked — Cages Lore + A bit of power/ability reveal — Other Overlords ask Alastor why he’s favoured — Are you an ace or some form of it? + Another related one — [after part 6] Does Alastor have Stockholm syndrome? (think of this as part 6.5) — You and the 7 Sins — What if Charlie accidentally hurt you? — What happens if you meet Adam or anyone else in Heaven? Will you help the extermination battle? — About the deal made in Episode 7 — Are you capable of feeling romance?

Lucifer Morningstar, The King of Hell — Hazbin Hotel

{Cuddles of Another Kind} = Requested (headcanons)

[Lucifer x Reader x Alastor] Ask — Story

{Nightmare Catcher} = Requested (headcanons)

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] _ separated Ask — Story

Vox, The TV Demon — Hazbin Hotel

{Nightmare Catcher} = Requested (headcanons)

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] _ separated Ask — Story

Hazbin Hotel

{Surprise, Surprise, I’m Here to Watch} = Requested

[Hazbin Hotel x 3 Powers Granted!Reader] Ask — Story

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About Requests

Last warning for closing the anonymous ask/send

Characters I'll write for: Alastor (mainly); Lucifer, Vox (under consideration and depend on idea)

Reader Settings: I tend to set the reader as gender-neutral, otherwise, I am most comfortable with female-based reader inserts. Without any particular reason for the gender, it will be set as neutral

I do NOT write for SMUT and NSFW requests, like formerly stated. No ifs, or buts, or depending. If I see it in my inbox, I'll shut down the request function altogether.

You can check my works to see what kind of requests were sent and done to avoid repeated ideas or see the range of my genre.

For already sent requests that have yet to be written or replied to. BE PATIENT. Just because you sent a request does not mean I will 100% write it. Or that it just takes more time to write.

(I'm specifically talking about the one requested that is repeatedly sent to me about Yandere!Alastor x Deaf!Reader)

I have full right to decide NOT to write for that specific request at the end of the day. Like you are here to enjoy reading fanfics, I am here to enjoy writing them and receiving new ideas and comments on my work. Thank you.

[signedkoko]

Hi! I’ve absolutely loved all of your headcannons-

I was wondering if I could request a: vox/mammon x reader where when they (the reader) gets frightened they literally jump into vox/mammons arms?

Could the characters be separate? Idk how to request it’s sorta my first time doing it

Mammon | Vox [Romantic]

In which when frightened, you opt to get as close to your significant other as possible.

Both of you are easily frightened people

You are way easier to scare, but still, you really would think Mammon could take a jumpscare

If something ever sneaks up on the two of you, you aren't just jumping into his arms; no, he's sweeping you off your feet and turning tail

Probably makes it worse for you

Because yeah, you, the small demon are scared, but a sin? The prince of greed? Scared? Then it must be really bad

There is no scenario where he would leave you behind; even with a real threat, he opts to run even if he could overtake them

Any risk to your life is too great a risk; he can hire whoever the fuck he wants to handle the people later

Vox has seen it all

Snuff films, brought the knife down on someone himself, terrified hellborns and sinners into his whim

Not scared of anything, maybe something niche, but hes way more likely to hate and be angry at something than to be scared of it

He is the fight to your flight

The first time someone jumps at you two, he already has guards shredding them into a pulp

More surprising is that he has to register that you are literally clinging to him, and hes rushing to support you with his arms so you dont slide down him

He laughs at you

Sorry not sorry! But that is absolutely hilarious to him, he will tease and prod at you over and over until you threaten to let go

Then he shuts up real quick, because no, he likes what this does for his ego

" Tch. Don't worry, angel; we all know you need the big and powerful Vox to protect you. "

Just wait until you find out what hes scared of and he jumps so high that his head slams into the four-metre cieling

Author's Note - A small little smth smth, which was nice to cleanse my palette,,, sorry for the delay and thank you for requesting!!

[koemiexists]

Fallen In Love | Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

summary: you get casted out by sera but it isn't all that bad word count: 3.8k tags: smut, light blood mention, mentioned adam x reader, cream pie, praise kink, fluff, vaginal sex

“(Name), you are hereby banished from Heaven, and will be casted out-”

Your mind was spinning, and you felt ready to wretch, yet a small part of you were eager to get this over with and make your way down to Hell.

“ Your wings will be cut off-”

Sera’s voice was so loud in your ears, even though she was high up, standing next to Emily who had an apologetic expression on her face. You knew Emily didn’t want this to happen, but she couldn’t stop Sera.

“-You will be sent to Hell for treason, for speaking against the Holy Council. Do not question our methods. Your very opinion is what will be your downfall. This goes for the rest of the Council. If any of you dare to speak against Heaven’s rules-”

Her words became muddled as you saw Lute, the new general of the Exorcists, walk over to you with her sword in hand. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, bitch. You never should have been courted by Adam.” She hissed in your ear as she cut your wings from your back.

Your blood curdling screams echoed throughout the room, anguished wails bordering on shrieking. “Fuck you, (Name).” Lute growled, a smirk on her face as golden blood leaked from your backside. You felt yourself grow faint as the ground underneath you opened up, the hiss of Hell swallowing you.

The pain was absolutely excruciating, and you let out a pitiful sob as you fell down fast .

A part of you was ready to accept your fate, the ground approaching rapidly. You let out another cry as you grasped at the building you were near, doing anything to slow your fall down. You choked as your torso hit a sign, blood spilling from your lips. Thankfully, it slowed down your descent, and you fell to the ground with a small thud, groaning.

With great difficulty, you stood up, shaking. You were in Hell now. Blinking, you look around, nose curling up at the mass amount of sins being committed. It was horrifying, and you felt disgusted at just looking at the mess of the Pride ring. Shaking your head, you dragged yourself towards a small opening. Peeking through, you saw there wasn’t anything there, it was just a partially closed alleyway. 

Perfect for sleeping in. And if no one else found it, you’ll be able to heal enough to find somewhere else to stay. Mind made up, you crawled through the opening, wincing as your back grazed the wall. Once you fit yourself in, you laid down on the hard floor, groaning quietly as your eyes fluttered, and sleep took you.

You twisted, grunting as you pulled yourself up. You felt groggy, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Running a hand against your face, you huffed, the pain only slight now. 

The memories began to flood back while you got your bearings. You surveyed your surroundings, wincing at the small pool of blood you were laying on. Guess the pain was too much, you thought as you crawled out of the tiny space. Your back was feeling much better than before, and you were delighted that you weren't bothered by any sinners while your body caught up on the injuries.

Now what you needed was somewhere to stay. You thought back to what occurred prior to your casting out. Some hellborn named Charlie, and a hotel she owned. You remember Emily talking to you excitedly about it, and how she truly believed in the woman’s idea. 

You ran a hand through your hair, blearily looked around, before you noticed a large building in the distance. 

Humming, you walked down the streets, nose wrinkling at the amount of violence occurring. It was horrific, and you knew if Emily witnessed this, she would probably retch. You felt the urge to do that, but swallowed back the bile, quickening the pace.

You stumbled across the building soon enough, and without a second thought, you knocked.

“Hello- Oh!” You watched as Charlie jolted back a little at your ragged state, before glancing back inside. “Come in!” She spoke, gently leading you inside the hotel.

The lights were almost too blinding for you, making you close your eyes tight. It was alleviated soon enough though, and you opened your eyes cautiously as Charlie smiled in front of you, her hand resting on your forehead. You glanced to the side, noting how the lights dimmed considerably, before she removed her hand. 

You saw someone approach you, eyes widening as Vaggie came into view. Your breath hitched, and your back burned as you instinctively sought your wings that were no longer there. 

Vaggie frowned, and stopped, before her expression flashed with recognition. “Oh shit. (Name)!” 

“Don’t-” You didn’t recognize you were speaking until your throat burned from the disuse. “ Do not approach me- You and Adam and Lute-!”

Charlie immediately reached out, holding your hands as she soothed you before you got a panic attack. “It’s okay! Vaggie isn’t apart of them anymore.”

You blinked, and realized that Vaggie truly wasn’t with them anymore, and she was just like you. You winced when you saw the x over her eye. 

Glancing away from the two women, you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you saw there were quite a few people who witnessed just how pitiful you were at the moment. One of them being Lucifer, the Ruler of Hell.

You frowned, coughing as you rested against the wall. “Apologies,” You rasped, running a hand through your disheveled hair. “I only just woke up a few hours ago.” 

“Hey, don’t worry too much about it, toots. I think most of us saw one another at their worst.” A spider looking demon spoke, and you squinted. “You can call me Angel.”

Nodding, you hurried over to the couch in the centre of the room, wincing as your back landed against it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angel.”

You watched as Charlie and Vaggie introduced everyone, before Charlie took a seat next to you, expression filled with concern. “So, what’s your name?”

You cringed. “Oh, jeez. I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner- especially with the way I just burst into your hotel!” You apologized, as Charlie shook her head, smiling.

“You don’t need to worry about it! It’s fine.”

Tensing up as a new voice spoke up, you turned as Lucifer grinned at you, toothy and bright. “If Char says it’s fine, then it’s more than likely okay! Besides, you just recently came from Heaven, right?” He probed, and you groaned.

“Fuck. Yeah, yeah I did.” You growled in irritation, noting how they gathered around slightly to hear what just occurred. “Well, firstly, if you’re okay with it Ms. Morningstar-”

“Charlie!” She butted in, smiling. “Just call me Charlie, there’s no need for formalities.”

You nodded, smiling gently. “Well, Charlie, if you allow me, I can probably help you with the hotel.”

She grinned, and gave you a small nod, allowing you to continue. “Considering this hotel is for... rehabilitating sinners? So they can get into Heaven? I can help with a few things at least, like teaching sinners on the mannerisms of angels.”

Vaggie grimaced. “I would have done so myself, but all I remember is just how Lute and Adam acted...”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Adam? He was horrible! And how he treated you, Vaggie, was just disgusting.”

The two of you smiled at one another, before you sighed, continuing. “Well, I guess I should tell you how I fell huh?”

Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position. “I spoke out against Sera, basically. The most recent extermination left Adam dead, along with a good chunk of exorcists. Lute wanted to go to war, but Sera shot the idea down pretty quickly.

“When I found out about this, I couldn’t help myself. I told Sera, in front of the entire Holy Council, how everyone here was no better than sinners in Hell if they allowed this to continue, the deaths of innocent souls.”

Lucifer nodded softly, and you felt your hands grow clammy as you continued. “She didn’t like that. She said I committed treason, and threatened the rest of the Council that if they speak out like I did, she’ll cast them out as well. She ordered Lute to cut my wings.” You sighed. “That was... one of the worst pains I ever experienced in all my years.”

Vaggie winced in sympathy. “I understand... It was bad for me too.”

You jumped when Angel sat on the head of the couch, looking down at you. “You think you can tell us about Heaven some more, (Name)?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious.

Smiling, you launched into a spiel, talking about what you heard from others, and your own experiences. 

In the lull of your monologue, you remembered something. “Oh yeah, Emily told me that apparently someone from Hell made it to Heaven? Uh, I think his name was Sir Pentend? Pentious?”

“ WHAT!?” You winced as Charlie grasped your shoulders, her eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. “Really? You sure that’s what you heard? (Name)! Are you sure!?”

You let out an awkward laugh, nodding. “Yeah, apparently some guy named Sir Pentious made it to Heaven.”

The room was quiet for a few seconds before a burst of commotion rang out. 

“Charlie, your hotel actually has a chance then!”

“You doubted it?!”

“Well toots, I won’t say I doubted it-”

“Angel you literally said you’re here only for free rent-”

“Charlie! My little girl, I always believed in you!”

“Well! This is an interesting development, wouldn’t you say the same Niffty?”

You flinched at the loud noises. “OKAY! Okay, guys, uh...” You ran a hand through your hair again. “Okay. I think I'll just go into my room? Let you guys deal with the news? Charlie?”

She grinned, and gently tugged at your hand, leading you up a few stairs. “Okay, so I decided maybe you should be on the same floor as Vaggie, dad, and me! Just in case something happens, Vaggie and dad are also fallen angels, so they’ll be able to help.” Charlie smiled brightly, as she opened the door.

“Look! It’s fully furnished! I hope you like it, (Name).”

You beamed at Charlie, giving her a tight hug. “Thank you, for letting me stay here.”

“Of course!” She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, and gave you one last squeeze, before letting you go to bed.

Smiling softly, you sat down on the bed, noting how soft the sheets were, and everything was dusted. Not a speck of dirt. 

Just as you were about to go to sleep, you heard a knock at your door. “Come in!” You called, sighing quietly as you glanced longingly at the perfectly fluffed up pillow.

Lucifer entered, a grin on his face. “I came to check up on you,” He said simply, sitting next to you.

Flushing, you gave him a soft look, before glancing away. “I’m doing pretty alright,” You spoke softly, resting your chin on your palm. “Maybe I'm still tired.”

“I expect you to be,” He started, turning to you. “You went through some pretty bad trauma, huh?”

You let out a giggle, because that was quite the understatement. Being cast out literally left you feeling almost empty.

“Hey,” He crooned, placing his hand on your upper back. “Don’t worry too much. Your wings will grow back. They did so with Charlie’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, Vaggie?” You hummed. “I guess it isn’t too bad here. It’s actually a bit better than Heaven.”

Lucifer snorted. “You can say that again. Gosh, you know how bad it was? I remember I literally couldn’t slouch when I walked.”

You laughed softly. “Thankfully that’s gone now. And trust me, you’re the talk of Heaven like, 24/7. You’d think they were in love with you. If I’m not hearing about why Heaven is so great, it’s about how awful you apparently are!”

“They miss me that much, huh?” He batted his eyelashes. “They knew they made a mistake I guess!”

Smiling wryly, you rolled your eyes in mock exasperation. “Oh yeah, I mean, Sera hates when we even say your name in the Council room. Said it was unfitting for such a holy environment. Then as soon as we leave- everyone starts talking!” You sigh. “Heaven was just so... oppressing! I felt like I couldn’t breathe, if I said anything they’d just shut me down!”

“That’s exactly what happened to me!” Lucifer spoke quickly, a distant look on his face. “They casted me out because of my ideas, because I was a dreamer! They didn’t like how I dreamt big, that I had my own way of thinking-”

“Yeah I remember! Lucifer, the dreamer!”

“Yes!” He nods, beaming at you. “It’s been so long, I never thought I’d find someone who understands exactly what I’ve been through.”

You frowned, cocking your head. “What about Vaggie?”

He shook his head, expression filled with longing. “I wish. Vaggie is centuries upon centuries younger than me. You’re closer in age. Plus, she was an exorcist, she lived a different style than me and you did.”

You let out a soft noise, nodding. “I guess that makes sense.”

Lucifer gave you a look, something akin to admiration in his eyes as he grasped your hands softly. “(Name)...”

“Yeah?” You stuttered out, eyes slightly wide as he just gave you another longing look. 

“Even though you went through the horrible act of getting your wings ripped away from you... I’m glad you fell.”

You let out a laugh that sounded almost like a sob, eyes tearing up a bit. “I’m... I’m glad I fell too.” You shifted, before you reached over, pressing a light kiss on his cheek. 

His cheeks gained an even redder hue, and he blinked slowly, trying to gain his bearings. “(Name),” He started, taking a deep breath.

“I’ve just... always wanted to do that.” You said lightly, pulling your hands away to gently press your fingers against the spot you kissed. Smiling, you let your hand fall, and lean back on your haunches, grinning. “So, what happened during the last extermination?”

Lucifer let out a quiet groan, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how expressive and over the top he was. “My little girl apparently got some sinners to help her? I think she said they were from Cannibal Town...”

You smiled. “I’ve walked past that town. It’s... interesting. They only eat dead bodies, thankfully.”

Grinning, Lucifer continued. “So this sinner demon, Algastor-”

“Alastor,” You interrupted, smirking at his purposeful mispronunciation of the Radio Demon’s name.

“ Algastor. ” He repeated, scowling with mock annoyance. “Began to fight Adam, or so I heard. Apparently Adam messed him up? And he retreated. The others told me that Adam was also acting really smug...”

You made a noise of disgust. “Ugh. I despise Adam, and he even had the audacity to date me...! Man, I broke off that relationship as soon as his true self began to show.”

Lucifer blinked. “You dated Adam?”

Wincing, you nodded. “Yeah, I decided, why not? He seemed nice enough to me anyway, and it was a spur of the moment decision anyways. But he was such a dick to me after a few months! Like, you can’t even last a year without your assholeness showing?”

The fallen angel laughed. “Well,” He said, in a cocky tone. “You’d be glad to hear that I defeated him! Even though that sinner named Niffty killed him.... I wanted to do that. ” 

You giggled at the last part. “Hope you’re better than Adam in a lot of ways. He was such a bad lover, I mean, can you even believe he had two wives?”

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I actually never went to bed with the man. He refused to go down on me, so I refused to do the same. We never copulated due to how selfish he was.”

Lucifer was silent for a bit, and you felt the energy around you two shift a little. “He never went down on you?” He asked, and you slowly shook your head.

You let out a quiet noise when Lucifer loomed over you, and like this, you can clearly see the desire in his eyes. “Do you want me to do so?” He asked, and you nodded quickly.

The room’s air swiftly became heated as he gave you a cocky grin, pulling your bottom layers off. “Since that asshole,” He started, pausing to kiss at your exposed abdomen and thighs. “Didn’t go down on you like a gentleman should-” Your breath hitched as Lucifer tugged your underwear from your cunt with his sharp teeth. “I’ll be doing it for him. If he was alive, he should thank me.”

Biting your lip, you trembled as Lucifer began to kiss right over your mound, his eyes on you as he did so. You let out a warbly moan when his tongue slithered out, forked like a snake’s, and licked the expanse of your lower stomach before pressing light kisses. 

Huffing, you gently pushed his head down, trying to get him to get on with it, and with a low chuckle, he gently lapped at your soaked cunt.

Once you moaned in pleasure, his gentle movements instantly gained more confidence, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit. “You taste absolutely divine,” He growled, pressing two fingers against your wet slit.

“Fuck,” You panted, your hand instantly going to his hair as you squeezed your thighs together. “Ah- Lucifer!”

He smirked. “That’s right, say my name.” He spoke, voice low and sultry as he began to pump two fingers inside you, your arousal making an embarrassing squelch sound.

Crying out softly, you bucked your hips, huffing at the waves of pleasure rolling through you. Lucifer may be prideful, but he wouldn’t have so much pride if he didn’t know what he was doing, and fuck was he good at eating you out like his life depended on it.

You let out a shameful whine when he pulled away, only to yelp when instead of his fingers, it was his tongue reaching deep inside you, flickering at and then past your g-spot, and you couldn’t help the absolutely debauched moan that came out of you.

In a swift fashion, his fingers were rubbing circles on your clit, and you seized, thighs shaking against either side of his head as you felt the blood rush from your head to your clit, your orgasm causing you to cry out loudly.

“Awh... look at how well you took that.” You felt heat flood your cheeks as Lucifer praised you softly, his red eyes on you. “Are you ready for the main course?”

“Yes,” You managed to whisper, voice shaking. As he lifted himself fully from your thighs, you felt yourself blush even harder at the sight. His eyeshadow was smeared, and you had no doubt some of it was smeared on your thighs; his mouth was shiny with your slick, and he was licking his fingers, a smirk present on his face.

Lucifer gently maneuvered your body, spreading your legs wide as he began to strip slowly, taking in his reactions, and how sexy you looked underneath him, waiting to be ruined, waiting to experience sin.

“Fuck, Lucifer, just take it off!” You complained, gripping at his pants. He laughed softly, kissing you gently. 

Once he was full bare, he ripped your top off, causing you to squeak. Lucifer kissed your shoulder, then your cheek, pressing into you slowly.

Your breath hitched as your walls fluttered, eyes closing at the intrusion. “Wait,” You panted, trying to relax. “Give me a minute.”

The King of Hell stopped, running a hand through your hair as he kissed your nose. “Just tell me when I can continue, darling.”

Flushing at the nickname, you nodded, hooking your legs around his waist. “You can continue, Luci.” You whispered, face heating up as you used the nickname.

He blinked, before grinning, toothy and sharp. He began to roll his hips into yours, letting out a groan at the feel of your tight cunt around him.

“Shit,” You whimpered, biting at your thumb. “You’re so big- ah! Shit!”

Lucifer laughed, smug as he quickened his pace, strings of your arousal dripping onto the sheets and clinging onto his pelvic bone which each thrust. “Damn, you needed this, didn’t you, (Name)?” He moaned out.

You let out a soft laugh, freezing when Lucifer’s breath hitched. “Sorry,” You instantly apologized, eyeing him carefully. “Did I hurt you?”

“Don’t apologize, you... You just tightened up around me, that’s all.” He struggled to speak coherently, and you noted how he pulsed inside you.

Taking a deep breath, his pace began to wane from the even and deep thrusts to sloppier and faster thrusts. You couldn’t help the little moans and whines that left you from just how full you felt, the pressure in your gut increasing. It felt different, somehow, then your earlier orgasm.

Lucifer kissed you again, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly into his mouth, as you gushed over him, reflexively tightening around him again.

“You feel so fucking good, (Name). Better than I ever had.” He praised you, before sucking a dark mark right above your collarbone. “Shit, I’m about to cum, darling.”

You grasped either side of his face, kissing him deeply. “Cum inside me.” You whispered against his lips.

His face flushed a pretty shade of red as he came deep inside you, groaning as he rutted into you. Your breath hitched as your orgasm flowed, causing you to squirt all over him, soaking the sheets underneath your body. You let out a shuddering gasp as Lucifer rubbed your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

“Okay!” You yelped, gently pushing his hand away. “Sorry,” You whispered, shaking. “It began to get too much.”

Lucifer smiled, kissing you softly. “Don’t apologize. I understand.” Nuzzling close, he snapped his fingers, the wet spot underneath you disappearing. You felt slightly sticky and gross, but Lucifer was cuddling you, and he felt so warm. You just sighed, nuzzling closer to him.

The day after, Charlie pulled you off to the side, smiling at you gently. “Take care of my dad, okay?”

You furrow your brows, slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

She bit her lip, messing with the end of her braid. “I mean, sometimes he gets into these really bad slumps! Like, it lasts for years sometimes. And... I don’t want that to happen again. You and him obviously got really close last night-”

“Sorry!” You intervened, flushing. “I didn’t realize you could probably hear it!”

Charlie laughed awkwardly. “Nevermind that! Just, take care of him, (Name).”

You smiled gently. “Alright.”

Charlie embraced you, laughing. “Thanks! And uh, maybe I’ll ask Alastor to make the rooms soundproof.”