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dazai-ritualist · 2 days

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ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF

— alastor + vox + adam’s fashion preferences on their significant other. gn!

— alastor

alastor finds anything that compliments your figure to be gorgeous. he can’t be upset when you’re confident in yourself.

though, if you’re really asking, he can’t be dishonest, can he? he adores formal wear. cocktail dresses, suits, waistcoats, gowns, the way they hold a certain elegance is something that just can’t be matched.

the way they hug your waist is simply too attractive, all he wants to do is eat you up. a beautiful sight like you would most definitely be a feast. not that he was thinking of eating you!

true, it’s not the most practical of clothes to be worn on the daily— but, it’s still a delectable treat once in a while.

“sweetheart, are you ready?” alastor asks, knocking on the door. “we must hurry, the opera waits for no one!” he laughs as he opens the door. and when he does, he is pleasantly surprised to see the outfit you’ve chosen for tonight.

the way formal wear compels you to carry yourself with poise and confidence is something that simply makes you all the more attractive to him.

“my, my! look what the cat dragged in!” alastor joked. “you look ravishing, dear. are you ready?” he asked. he walked over to you as he took hold of your hips, running his claws up and down the fabric and silently admiring your figure.

“mhm!” you nodded. “lovely.” he grins, holding his cane in one hand, and wrapping his arm tightly around your waist in the other.

as you walked, there was something off about alastor. he truly did hide it well, but there was definitely something bothering him.

his breath, quiet as ever, was heavy and reeking of desire. and, his body temperature was off the charts, as if he had been running a fever.

“alastor, are you alright?” you looked to your side. “of course, i am! simply excited for the show, that’s all!” alastor said, clearing his throat. “really? you’re kind of burning up, and you’re breathing heavily…” you noted.

alastor fell silent, choosing the best way to respond. “i’d suggest you not ask that, love.” he warned. “any further, and i may just eat you up!” he grinned as he left a kiss on your cheek, tightening his grip on you.

“oh? should i hold you to that promise?” you teased back at him. “hmph, don’t test your luck.” he shook his head in perplexity. “tell me, would you like to be cooked slow-roasted or braised?” alastor asked, to your shock.

alastor clearly enjoyed your reaction, laughing quite loudly. “wh— i’d like to not be cooked at all!” you frowned. “hmm… fine. only because you’re so sweet.” he shrugged in surrender.

— vox

vox loves everything elegant. whether it be a flowing dress, or a well-fitted suit, it gets him hungry. hungry for you, that is.

the way they accentuate every little curve and muscle is just so appealing to him, he just can’t help his hands to himself!

elegance simply compliments your body so sweetly, he wants to show off his little treat from heaven to everyone who’ll listen. this may or may not be the reason he brings you to every event.

“do i really have to go to this?” you frown as you lounge on your bed, waiting for vox to get ready. “‘course you do. you’re mine, and i have to show you off.” he grinned, straightening his bowtie as the finishing touch.

“come on. everyone’s awaiting our appearance.” he said, coercing you and pulling you up from bed with both arms. “urgh, fine…” you groaned, finally getting up.

vox rested his hands on your shoulder and hip respectively, taking in the sweet sights. “christ, you look sexy as hell…” vox sighed out, biting the side of his bottom lip.

“you know… i wouldn’t mind so much if we… missed tonight, and had some fun..?” he raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down. “pssh, after i already got ready? no thanks.” you teased “maybe tonight instead if you want me so bad.” you rolled your eyes at him.

vox frowned at your rejection. “fine, that might just bite you in the ass later.” he threatened, playfully slapping your behind, and pulling you along by the waist.

— adam

adam loves anything that shows your skin. short skirts, crop tops, tight denim jeans, no sleeves. anything that brings attention to your assets, it’s all super sexy to him.

the fact that you’re confident enough in yourself to wear such tight-fitting clothes is so downright hot, it might just encourage him to do some… sinful acts, to say the least.

still, adam is quite possessive when it comes to you. as much as he loves you in revealing outfits, these are for his eyes only. no one else gets to see this but him.

that still doesn’t stop him from having you perform a little show for him. for his eyes exclusively.

“holy shit… you look so fuckin’ hot, babe!” adam let out, sucking in his breath as he pulls you into his lap. “do i really have to wear this..? it’s kind of uncomfortable, adam…” you pouted.

“oh, don’t worry, baby.” he comforted you, petting your hair gently. “soon enough you’ll be taking it off anyway.” he said with a cocky grin, proud of such a dirty line.

“pssh, don’t say something like that. that’s just inappropriate.” you rolled your eyes at him. “heyy… but, don’t you like it? you can’t deny that, can you, angel?” he grinned.

and, as you glared incredulously at him, he started moving his hands. his grabby hands began moving anywhere that was left exposed— your arms, thighs, and waist. his fingers traced every vein, curve, and muscle, giving you a sneak peak of what he could do.

“come on, babe…” he said, coercing you further. “you know i could show you a good time.” he grinned.

adam could feel you growing weak under his touch, encouraging him further. he started to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your collarbones.

“just let me show you a good time…” he said, running a hand over your thighs.

“…fine.”

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ainoamaru · 6 hours

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Responsabilidades de ser padre.

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casual-trash-art · 4 hours

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Make yourself comfortable darling……

Messy eater

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barrysserw · 2 months

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Woops

#digital art #hasbin hotel #hasbin alastor #radioapple #cursed cat alastor #hasbin lucifer

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xx-sketchy-xx · 2 months

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@helloimnew121 overlord WH au

I Love the designs, so I just redrew them

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unnoticed-poison · 1 month

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I saw this cute funny cat pic and couldn't resist making cat Alastor again

'Draw me like one of your french girls' ahh pose

He gotta look his best for Rosie after all (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

#hazbin hotel #hasbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #cursed cat alastor #alastor cat #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie

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alastors-echoes · 3 months

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This is from a frame at roughly 33s into stayed gone,

The news ticker/crawl says “I’m not afraid of this guy and neither should you be, I totally wrecked his shit last time he tried me.

This means they fought but that VOX had the upper hand not alastor?!? Vox could be lying here but this definitely means they had a fight

Maybe this is why alastor went missing

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madamecalypso · 20 days

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So I decided to make this a series named "The deer 🦌 and the Crow 🐦‍⬛"

I already have a plot in mind to be honest but most will just be memories with Alastor versus the present for now.

So without further ado here's part 2....

Vulnerability

You hated this time of the year. You could even say you despise it to be honest. Being a sinner with wings has its disadvantages.

And one of them is...molting. But you thank Lucifer for its clockwork arrival, always weeks before the annual extermination. Due to this, you always hide by yourself to ensure that everything will go well and your co-residents will not worry. You hate making them worry as this usually brings unwanted memories to the surface.

You gently spread out your ebony wings as you made a nest in the middle of the grand room. The lights outside shinning on you. You sigh sadly as you motion for your right wing closer to you and start plucking the old and detached feathers.

This marks the first year that he went and left you. The first year that the Radio Demon vanished from Pentagram city without a trace. The first year when he was not here to help you.

You remembered the first time he helped you, you were so shy to let Alastor touch your wings. Yet he insisted after berating you for not sharing this need after the years of your friendship.

"A service worthy to ensure your perfection mon corbeau....you really should let me service you sometimes"

As he worked on your wings he would often tell what he was when alive but never the cause of his death. He oftentimes would share the story Rosie spoke to him, how nifty is doing nowadays or how Husk got irritated with one of his demands.

You would listen to his stories with no distractions. Absorbing everything like a sponge. You love hearing him speak and you never tire hearing it. His voice was really made for radio. Without the usual filter he uses, you can hear the raw and true voice of Alastor. The one he reserved just for you.

You also remembered that this may also be the day that you realized that you are falling in love with the Radio Demon.

His touch was always soft when it comes to your wings, quite different on how he handled other sinners or Overlords whenever he brought carnage. You would always smile whenever he meticulously checked each feather to ensure their integrity. There are times that he would also slap your hand away whenever you try to help.

"You are so good with this Al....I hope you will always do this for me every year"

You whispered one day thinking he would not hear. But he did as his smile widened.

"Mon corbeau...this is nothing I would be willing to do to keep you beside me"

You also remember the kiss. The kiss on your forehead he always leaves when he's done. The same kiss that evokes emotions and longing for him. The same kiss that you often wish he would leave on your lips instead. The gentle gesture he would leave after everything was said and done.

But everything is just a memory now. He's no longer here. He left you alone. His promises are broken. His words are now merely an echo.

You are starting to understand that you became dependent with him from the years you were together. The pain of him leaving is still fresh on you. He was the one who saved you after all, the one who guided you for all those years. The one who you thought would never leave.

You still have the note he left. The note has become a symbol of your broken devotion. You clutch the note every time your heart aches. Every time you miss Alastor’s presence. Every time you miss his voice, his teasing, his playful words, the gentle kindness he offers but has hidden it's lies and deceit.

As your tears start to fall, your mind starts to wander once more why he left you. Till now everyone was surprised by his disappearance.

"Querida por qué lloras? You know I hate tears in those beautiful eyes"

You immediately wiped your tears as you looked behind you. It was Valentino with a worried expression on his face, one that you don't often see. His sleek masculine form dressed in an overflowing red coat started walking towards you after seeing the fallen feathers.

"Val..I told you to not come here" you muttered annoyed but the moth demon only walked closer and sat beside you.

"Vox and Velvette are worried about you birdie...and they know that you would only hide from them." Valentino lit his cigarette catching a drag, red smoke blows from his mouth before offering it to you, which you gently took.

"It's time for my feathers to shed and I needed space to think as well" You answered as your tears fell again, annoyance with him gone.

Pink eyes started to narrow on your form as he wrapped his arms around you. "You should know that you're no longer alone amorcita, we are here. Vox would lose a circuit if he found you like this"

"I'm glad that Vox cared for me after he left, I thought he was just enduring my presence before. And Velvette's addition still brings happiness to me but sometimes I think I'm just slowing you guys" You sadly spoke as you looked at Valentino.

"That's where you're wrong dearest..how many times must I prove it to you?" A third and familiar voice spoke behind you. Vox having entered the room walked closer to also sit on your other side.

"You may have lost that pompous ass but you gained us..someone far superior, someone who would never leave you" he boasted which caused you and Valentino to roll your eyes. "You don't slow us dearest...you empower us. We just need to build the confidence that you had before"

"But Voxxy is right amor, so dry your eyes...a gem like you should never cry"

You gently smiled and you nodded before Valentino kissed your left cheek and started to move behind you to look at your wings. "From now on we will be the one to care for you"

Vox on the other hand touches your face as he leans for a kiss. Each kiss he brings is always a new sensation to you. He's soft and sensual which makes your heart flutter. He gently broke the kiss for a quick second as a wide grin stretches on his face before he leans in again. His talon-like fingers gently slide down the side of your face to your neck.

You don't know what kind of relationship you all have, but they are willing to provide the care that you yearn for. The affection that you once wished was given by Alastor.

Valentino on the other hand was busy attending to your wings with a mischievous smile on his face.

The Vees will build an empire that's for sure. They will spread their power and authority and change the status quo. They will do all of that and more since that's what you deserve.

He anticipates how you would grow with them beside you. You are already an enigma while still under the servitude for the Radio Demon. Now that you're a free bird, you'll transform. He couldn't wait to see you flourish, their dearest gem... a valuable creature tossed away by her master.

And whoever will try to take you away will die by their hands.

Can't wait to expand this story. Gosh, I don't even know how to use Tumblr.

But I'll learn one step at a time.

Will post what the reader looks like soon...

Kisses darling!..

#alastor x oc #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hasbin alastor #hazbin hotel vox #valentino #im not sorry #im not crying you are #Spotify

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applebutterbee · 1 month

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Who's been faithful as a Nun?

Me! I have!

#my art #fan art #fanart #my work #hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin art #alastor hazbin hotel #hasbin hotel alastor #hasbin alastor #nun outfit #art #digital art #artwork #hasbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel fanart

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fizzoralli · 2 months

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ALASTOR DRAWING I MADE DURING A MATHS TEST :3

#vanny the randome #hasbin hotel #hasbin alastor #hasbin hotel alastor #hasbin hotel fanart #alastor fanart #fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel

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dazai-ritualist · 2 months

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GETTING CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT… LIPSTICK ON YOUR FACE

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

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

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

— alastor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but, he didn’t.

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

— lucifer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— vox

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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