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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 10)

Part 10:

Your head felt like it was splitting, you could feel your brain pounding against the outside of your skull.

"Ah shit... everything fucking hurts...." you can barely whisper out loud due to your dried-up throat.

You clear your throat and open your eyes, to your surprise, you weren't left for dead on the street.

Instead, you see two girls hovering over you. One held your hand clasped in theirs, and the other had a spear pointed at your throat.

"Oh my gosh, you're awake! Finally!" The girl holding your hand said, leaning closer to your face. The girl with the spear and an 'X' over one of her eyes squinted at you and nudged the blonde girl back with her spear, "Who are you, and why shouldn't I kill you?"

You try to sit up, but the spear gets shoved closer to your throat before you can move. You sigh, "My name is (y/n). I don't want to hurt anyone. I just... I need help..."

Your answer earns a glare from the girl with the spear, but the blonde girl just nudges her with her elbow, "See, Vaggie? I told you!"

The blonde takes both of your hands in hers, "Hi (y/n), I'm Charlie! Charlie Morningstar and you're at the Hazbin Hotel! We aim to help rehabilitate sinners and offer them a chance at redemption to go to Heaven!"

The girl you now know whose name is Vaggie glares at you, "Are you even interested in redemption?"

You look at both of the girls, "I... I don't know. I'm not so sure but... I don't have anywhere to go and I need help finding someone.." You trail off as you start getting teary-eyed thinking about your love, Alastor.

Seeing you near tears clearly startled Chalie and Vaggie, it wasn't a response they were used to when asking sinners to stay at the hotel.

Vaggie set down the spear, deciding that you clearly weren't a threat. She could see the look in your eyes, one she knew very well- love. Meanwhile, Charlie is sniffling and getting teary-eyed right along with you, "Oh my gosh, we will do everything we can to help you find that person! Who are they, how can we help?"

You look up at the ceiling and then look at Charlie with a weak smile, "The love of my life... I miss him so dearly... I know he has to be here in Hell too." You chuckle lovingly, knowing he'd forgive you if he ever found out you said that out loud.

The floodgates were blown wide open and Charlie started sobbing and wailing, "Vaggieeeee, VAAAGGIEEEEEEE, th-they! They're looking for their LOOOOVEEEEEEEE. IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!"

Vaggie walked over to Charlie and scooped her up, giving you a gentle smile, "Hey... (y/n), sorry about threatening you earlier... I gotta take Miss Princess and calm her down, and then inform the other residents of a new arrival. But if you need anything, just give us a holler, okay? You're still healing so... take it easy."

You nod as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, "It's okay... No offense taken... Thank you Vaggie, and thank you Charlie, for agreeing to help me.."

All you hear as Charlie is carried away is the sounds of wailing and crying muffled sounds over the words, "SHE'S HERE FOR LOVE... WAAAHHHHHH, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL VAGGIEEE!!!!"

You try to sit up again, this time, no spear to bar you from trying to move this time. Your body groans in protest, though it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before, but as you assess the condition of your body, you notice you have bandages all over you. They must have been treating you while you were unconscious.

"Such sweet girls... they didn't even know me, yet they saved my life.... I need to remember to thank them again later.."

Very slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and with a bit of effort, bring yourself to your feet. Hands holding yourself against the wall, you make your way over to what you assumed would become your bathroom during your stay here.

Your hands grip the sink as you look in the mirror when a small doubt enters your brain. You didn't look completely the same as you did when you were alive, which meant you had no idea if Alastor was even going to recognize you. Perhaps he even forgot about you... since it's been so many decades since you've been in Hell. Hell, you weren't sure you were even going to be able to recognize him...

"Enough of this... I'm sure he'll remember me.. he has to..." you whisper to yourself in the mirror as a crooked but tear-stained smile graces your hell-altered face.

After washing up your reddened face from all the tears, you made your way back to your bed. A deep sigh left your body as you plopped down gently on the bed.

Though you can't help but feel restless, as you sit there, just thoughts consuming your head.

In as bad of a shape as you might be, walking around even just a little bit helped you regain a little bit of strength, so you decided to make yourself decent after you had discovered that there was a change of clean clothes for you in dresser in the corner of the room.

Looking at yourself in the full body mirror on the back of the bathroom door, you smiled because it felt good to not look like a hot garbage fire- even though you could still see most of the bandages, at least you weren't all tattered and visibly bloody anymore!

Another deep sigh left your lips yet again, though this one was filled with determination. You turn the handle on the door and exit your room.

In your head, you thanked whoever built this hotel because you were so thankful that there were railings or some type of furnishing to hold onto whenever you felt yourself getting wobbly.

You didn't know where Charlie or Vaggie, or where any of the staff or other residents could be, hell, you didn't even know where the lobby was!

But on that last note, as you wandered around and regained some strength in your legs, you started to have an idea of where the lobby was located because you started to see more light and heard some voices talking.

Might as well go introduce yourself, right? No time better than the present to start making introductions, even if you still felt a little bit like shit still. You felt even shittier just laying around, you felt like if you weren't on the go constantly- you'd never make any headway on finding Alastor.

So there you were, slowly descending the stairs to the lobby when you heard Charlie call out your name, " (y/n)! Oh my gosh, you shouldn't even be up right now! Are you feeling okay??"

A weak smile creeps up on your face as you start to feel embarrassed that Charlie is fawning all over you in front of what seems to be her friends.

You chuckle, "Yeah, haha, just feeling kinda restless and thought i'd introduce myself is all!"

Charlie gently takes your hand and pulls you over to the rest of the group that had been chatting while seated on various sofas and armchairs that were centered around a coffee table- no TV's in sight, just a single radio perched on top of the mantle in this living room/lobby hybrid space.

"Guys! I am honored to introduce you to the newest guest to the Hazbin Hotel, this is (y/n)!!"

"Nice to meet cha, the name's Husk, the bartender."

"Hey there toots, bet ya look mighty fine underneath those bandages. Better not give me a run for my money as most gorgeous resident! Oh yeah, the name's Angel Dust, by the way."

"Hi, i'm Nifty! Nice to- BLEGH, you're a woman! Ew!" Nifty said before cackling as she scuttled away to stab some bugs nearby.

"Well, you already know me and Charlie," Vaggie said as she patted you on the shoulder gently.

"It looks like the only one who isn't here is Alastor. Shouldn't he be back soon?" Charlie said as she pulled out her phone to check the time.

To her, that seemed like such a mundane and normal sentence. But to you, it felt like time stopped and you froze upon hearing his name.

Alastor.

Alastor... here?

-> Part 11

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chocopokkie · 16 days

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Bound by Shadows

Summary: You attempt to break up with Alastor but it doesn't go so well.

TW: Non-con, yandere-ish Alastor, forced relationship, smut (let me know if I missed any!)

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"I'm really sorry, Al," you murmur softly, your gaze avoiding his once-adoring eyes, now fixed with a grin that cuts deeper than any blade. "I just don't think we should be together anymore..."

"We can still be friends!" you hastily add, your voice betraying the tremor of uncertainty, "I just don't think—"

But before you can finish, a dark laugh cuts through the air like a chilling gust of wind.

"Haha!" Alastor's laughter drips with disdain as he interrupts, his tone laced with judgment. "My dear, I truly don't think you know what you're talking about. You think after everything I've done for you, you can just leave me, little doe? I believe I need to give you a reminder of who you belong to," he growls, his words like a predator's low warning growl.

Suddenly, the room shifts and morphs around you, the comforting walls of your room replaced by the dark, dense canopy of a forest. Panic surges through you, but before you can even grasp the gravity of the situation, you're violently shoved to the forest floor. The earthy scent fills your senses as black tendrils snake around your limbs, rendering escape impossible.

"Alastor, please, what are you doing?" you plead, your voice shaking with a mixture of fear and confusion. You attempt to struggle against the oppressive grip of the tendrils, but they hold you firmly in place, like iron chains. "Please, you're really scaring me!" you beg, desperation seeping into your words as you realize the gravity of the situation.

"Oh, as you should be, dear~," Alastor purrs sinisterly, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Because I'm going to make sure this is a lesson you never forget." With a snap of his fingers, the tendrils forcefully flip you over, leaving you on your knees with your face pressed against the cold, hard forest floor. Dread washes over you as you realize what's about to happen.

"N-No... Please..." you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper, desperation tainting every syllable. "Okay, I'm sorry! Please, I'll never do anything like this again, I swear! I love you! Just please stop..." You plead, reaching out to him in a futile attempt to appeal to his humanity, to make him see reason. But all you receive in response is a dark chuckle that sends chills down your spine.

"Oh, I know, baby~," Alastor responds, his tone laced with a sickening mixture of affection and possessiveness. "But if you aren't punished, you might get that stupid idea of trying to leave me in that pretty little head of yours. And we can't have that again, now can we?"

Alastor moves quickly, his movements fluid yet unsettlingly precise. With a swift motion, he shoves your dress over your hips, the fabric bunching around your waist. You gasp in shock and protest, but before you can utter a word, his clawed finger slashes through your panties, cutting them away with a cruel efficiency.

His dark chuckle cuts through the air like a blade through silence. "Bad girls don't get any foreplay," he growls, his voice dripping with malice as he works at his pants, freeing his cock. With grace, he positions himself at your unprepared entrance.

"I'm sorry, Alastor! Please, just stop," you plead, desperation lacing your voice as tears stream down your face. You know there's nothing you can do to halt his actions, trapped and powerless against him.

Your scream rips through the air like a haunting melody as Alastor mercilessly shoves his entire length inside of you, setting a brutal pace that leaves you gasping for breath. Each thrust is accompanied by a symphony of pain and desperation, your pleas falling on deaf ears as he revels in your suffering. Alastor savors the sound of your cries, finding perverse pleasure in the symphony of agony echoing through the forest.

One of his hands snakes around to rub your clit, sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure coursing through your body. Your muscles tense and spasm in response to the new sensation, but the relentless grip of the tendrils keeps you firmly anchored to the forest floor, rendering you utterly helpless against Alastor's desires. He continues his assault, relishing in the control he exerts over your body and mind.

As the realization sinks in, a cold dread settles in the pit of your stomach. You understand now that there's no escape from his grasp, no reprieve from his twisted desires. In that moment, it becomes painfully clear: you belong to him, body and soul, for eternity. Alastor has ensured that you'll never forget your place, sealing your fate with every merciless thrust and cruel manipulation. You are his forever, and he delights in reminding you of that fact.

You can never escape.

He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers with a cruel intimacy, "Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" With renewed vigor, he increases the speed and pressure on your clit, driving you to the brink of ecstasy even as tears streak down your face, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations coursing through your body.

As you came around Alastor's cock, he resumes his brutal pace. His claws dig into your hips, leaving marks of possession as he relentlessly chases his own release. With a guttural groan, you feel him twitch inside you, his hot seed spilling deep within, painting your walls white with his essence.

"Now then, have you learned your lesson, love?" Alastor's voice cuts through the haze of pain and confusion, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. Gradually, you feel the tendrils loosen their grip around you, allowing you to collapse onto the forest floor, your body trembling with exhaustion and sobs wracking your frame.

"Y-yes," you manage to whisper weakly, your voice barely audible amidst the turmoil of emotions raging within you.

"Lovely~. Now get yourself cleaned up! We have reservations tonight!" His words, almost sickeningly cheerful, echo in your ears as he strides away, leaving you alone in the cold darkness of the forest. As you lay there, broken and defeated, you can't help but reconsider everything—your choices, your worth, and the twisted dynamic that binds you to him in ways you never imagined possible.

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10piecechickennuggy · 2 months

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Rut - Alastor x Fem!Reader - Oneshot

WARNING: Mature content ahead. MDNI

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hazbin Hotel or the fanart featured above. This is a fan created work.

Word Count: 4,244

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Clawed fingers tore at crimson silk, black buttons snapping free and clattering to the floor as the dress shirt was ripped open. Beads of sweat soaked into scarlet bangs, plastering the usually fluffy hairs against feverish skin. Ragged breaths rattled a heaving chest as they fanned across parched lips.

When had it gotten so hot? Was the air conditioning in the radio tower not working?

Everything felt too constricting. From his clothes to his own skin, it was as though he couldn’t breathe properly. Alastor growled in frustration as his bowtie was thrown to the floor.

Leaning over a panel of dials and switches, the radio demon raised a hand to his antlers. The velveteen covered bone itched - small shreds of the hair-like skin falling as he scratched desperately.

The sensation did little to dissuade his discomfort. Nor did removing his monocle or allowing his other hand to dig into the skin of his neck. But even so, he couldn’t stop.

Thin lines of sanguine trickled from now raw skin, the thick liquid eliciting a cooling sensation in its wake. A loud sigh escaped Alastor at the miniscule relief his spilled blood had brought. But the amnesty was short lived, retreating almost immediately and leaving a psoriasis of mounting intensity in its wake.

Air. He needed air.

Scrambling toward a window, the man almost didn’t notice his antlers crashing into the glass until the impact had caused him to stumble backwards and land on his ass. Rubbing his behind, Alastor stood and paused for a moment.

Why did that feel good?

It was as though his antlers were yearning to be rammed against something. The urge tickled and twisted its way down from the top of his head to the tip of his tail - the white and scarlet puff now standing straight up in alert.

Foregoing another headbut into the fenestella, he instead raised the glass gently. A welcome breeze struck against his face, bringing a shiver down the demon’s spine as his burning skin began to cool in the sulfur wind.

Panting, he allowed his upper body to bend over the windowsill. His torso stretched outward and his head hung limply as he took in the feeling of relief once more. Had he a clearer mind, he’d have cringed at the thought of someone seeing him in such a desperate state.

But the act of leaning out the window brought another sensation. As if the universe itself were seeking to break him, he was struck by an alluring scent. Floral musk assaulted his nostrils, causing the demon’s head to jerk upward in search of its source. And when his gaze traveled down towards the hotel’s entrance, he knew it had been located.

Standing in front of the building was the establishment’s newest resident, Y/n. Her hair was pulled up, exposing the delicate flesh of her neck and shoulders, the sun dress she wore fluttering in the breeze. No doubt the autumn wind was what brought her enticing bouquet aloft, caressing the visible skin and shepherding her aroma to the radio tower above.

Scent was far from her only captivating feature. From her piercing eyes to the enthralling angles of her facial structure. From her beautiful hair down to her adorable toes and every sensual curve in between, the woman was downright breathtaking. A dangerous sentiment, given Alastor’s current state.

Leaning further out the window, his nose lifted as he inhaled deeply, Alastor’s eyes widened in awareness of his lower half now pressed firmly against the wall below. The rigid wooden surface brushed deliciously against his hardened member.

So that was it. It was that time of year again.

Alastor was rarely one to experience such basal urges. The occasions he did were more inconvenient and bothersome than anything, requiring time be taken from his busy schedule to satiate the primal desire. He clicked his tongue in irritation at his body’s betrayal. Crinkling his eyebrows together and exiting the studio, he began to ponder just how best to take care of the pesky dilemma.

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Several hours later, Alstor had been able to quell the physical effects of his rut enough to emerge from his room. The demon was far from satisfied though, the urge to breed burning at the back of his mind. An incredible amount of willpower was needed to keep himself in check - far more than he would care to admit - or else he’d find himself locked away, stroking his cock raw in desperate search of release again.

After an annoyingly long period of such activities, the deer demon had grown so disgruntled with his own biology that he’d decided to just ignore it. He knew the strategy was flawed - that it could only work for a short while - no matter how many times he came, only allowing himself to truly mate would bring any true relief to his symptoms. But he had to get on with his life. He had duties and obligations that could wait no longer. Perhaps after he completed the day’s tasks, he’d hire a prostitute to satiate his sexual appetite.

And then kill her, of course.

He couldn’t let someone walk freely knowing how truly weak his rut made him. The thought of using another sinner and then beating her body into a bloody pulp caused Alastor’s signature smile to broaden. After inflicting as much pain as possible and ensuring she’d perished, he’d consume her flesh. His stomach growled in anticipation.

Whistling an old timey tune, he walked through the streets of Pentagram City. An overlord meeting had just concluded, meaning Alastor was now free to return to the Hazbin Hotel and fulfill his duties as facilities manager. He just needed to make some quick repairs, meet with Charlie to discuss her continuing rehabilitation curriculum, and he’d be off to the entertainment district.

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Moss-colored wooden panels now lined yet another wall of the hotel’s lobby. Why did there always seem to be a new hole in the building’s exterior walls? If it wasn’t one of Sir Pentious’ inventions causing another explosion, it was some nuisance of the week who thought they could best the Radio Demon and the Princess of Hell.

Alastor couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of the latest attack, the pained screams of his victims as he strangled them to death with his shadow tentacles still replaying in his mind. They’d managed to blow a hole in the hotel’s facade, but some quick magic had it fixed in a jiffy. Standing back, Alastor admired his work when a familiar scent caught his attention.

Turning around slowly, he was met with the sight of Y/n descending the hotel’s main staircase. Every step she took was pure elegance, as though she were surrounded by an aura of grace and allure. Her vibrant sundress flowed behind as she walked, its deep V neckline exposing a fair bit of cleavage. Her pheromones permeated Alastor’s senses, working in tandem with her gorgeous appearance to captivate the man. When she’d reached the final step, her gaze lifted to meet with his and her lips curved up to form a dazzling smile.

“Hey, Al.” She waved before advancing toward him.

Alastor’s heart skipped and his cock throbbed. The uncomfortable itching sensation returned, his pulse increasing and his breath growing shallow. He briefly considered excusing himself - running to his room before he lost composure - but decided against it. He couldn’t let something as simple as biology and instinct get the better of him.

“Hello there, darling! How are you this fine afternoon?” The radio static came through especially thick as he spoke, distorting his voice to a near grumble.

A blush overtook the woman, her hands clasping together as she took on a bashful stance. Her current posture had her arms squeezing her breasts, causing the supple flesh to squish together and expose even more of her cleavage than had already been visible.

“I’m alright. Just headed to the bar.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before continuing. “Care to join me?” Her voice was soft and smooth, akin to satin.

Damn, this woman. He’d already made plans to take care of the issue, and yet here she was enticing him. But the longer he spent in her presence, the more he felt his desire grow. And the harder his cock grew, his body reacting to the female before it.

Forcing himself to remain composed, Alastor gestured for her to lead the way. He followed her silently to the bar, where they both sat before a frowning Husker.

“Hi there, beautiful.” He turned to nod towards Alastor. “Boss.” The feline bartender bent down, the sound of clinking glass coming from below the bar. “What can I get you, sweetheart?”

Alastor didn’t miss the warm smile Husk offered his companion while only scowling in his general direction when addressing them both. When said female’s eyelashes fluttered and she began to fidget with the hem on her dress, the Radio Demon’s perpetual smile fell just the slightest bit.

“Sex on the beach, please.”

Red wings flapped once as Husker took on a devious smirk. He reached for a bottle of peach schnapps before speaking in a flirtatious tone. “Sorry to disappoint, but the nearest ocean is three rings down. Hopefully the drink is half as satisfying as the man making it.”

And then the cat winked. He fucking winked.

Alastor’s blood boiled, the urge to ram his antlers against the insufferable bartender was overwhelming. When she giggled at the other male’s advances, all he could see was red.

The deer demon growled as he stood from his seat, fluffy ears laying flat to his head. Clawed fingers gripped Y/n’s wrist and yanked her away from the bar. A surprised yelp escaped the woman as Alastor dragged her towards the staircase, his anger evident with every stomping footstep.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, her words laced with uncertainty. “Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t respond, only continuing to trudge forward as she stumbled behind attempting to keep up with his quick and deliberate strides. As they ventured onward, his other hand rose to dig at his neck, the itching sensation now unbearable as his body’s excitement and irritation intensified. By this point, the man was nearly operating on hormones alone.

The pair halted at Alastor’s room just long enough for him to open the door before roughly pushing her inside.

“Hey!” Her voice was now raised as she stared down the man before her. “What was that for?!”

Shadow tentacles emerged from the room’s corners and encircled the woman, wrapping around her form with a vice grip. She squealed when the appendages lifted her into the air, her feet dangling above the carpeted floor. Her eyes widened when Alastor advanced toward her, his form appearing to grow larger and his antlers having extended.

When the pair were mere centimeters apart, his steps ceased. Bending forward, his nose brushed the crook of her neck before he inhaled deeply. Her scent was even stronger than before - like a hypnotic miasma the man could feel himself getting drunk on with every wiff.

“Umm, Alastor?” Her voice wavered as she questioned his actions. But she made no attempt to move away.

“Apologies, my dear.” His ever present radio static sunk into her bones, her expression visibly softening when he pulled away to meet her eyes. Oh how he longed to see that face morphed with bliss and pleasure as he ravaged her. “I simply couldn’t stand to watch that pestering feline continue his advances on what is mine.”

Her cheeks were brightly flushed, but she made no effort to deny his statement. Instead, when Alastor lifted a hand to cup her cheek, she leaned into it. “Perhaps you should claim me then.”

The noise he made in response was akin to a crackling purr, his eyelids drooping and pupils dilating in a lustful gaze. Tangling his fingers through her hair, his lips crashed into hers in a devouring kiss. His tongue invaded the wet cavern of my mouth when she moaned against him. She tasted of sweetness and desire, not unlike the musk of her arousal Alastor’s heightened senses allowed him to take note of. She wanted him, and the longer their mouths remained plastered together, the more their carnal need for each other grew.

Once their lips had separated, the shadow tentacles moved her to the waiting bed. Their grip loosened, allowing her limbs to regain blood flow while still holding her firmly in place. Her body rested against the plush comforter beautifully, her hair splayed out in a halo around her face as her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths of anticipation.

Alastor’s smile broadened, sharp teeth exposed and menacing in the room’s dim lighting. She was willing prey before a deadly predator, his perfect doe - compliant and eager. He climbed atop her form, the mattress dipping as he did.

Sharp nails clawed up the female’s sides as he drew into her neck once more, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe along the supple flesh. Beneath the sodden muscle, he could feel her pulse quicken. The scent of blood flowing beneath her skin enticed the demon, who sunk his claws into her hips - fabric and skin tearing as his knee came up to brush firmly against her clothed cunt. The resulting whimper which fell from her lips was like music to the Radio Demon’s ears.

By this point, his pants had grown uncomfortably tight against his needy erection. Dragging his digits upwards, the sundress was ripped from her form as a shudder rippled through her.

Long streaks of bloody claw marks ran up her torso, the shallow cuts bringing a new sense of exciting danger to the female. She began to writhe against the shadow appendages which still held her in place, but it was clear she wasn’t looking for escape. Rather, she struggled against her bindings in an attempt to reach out to him - to touch him as he touched her.

He paused to take in the sight of her black lace undergarments, appreciating the delicate fabric and the lewd implication that she’d donned them deliberately. A dark chuckle fell from the man as he hooked a single finger beneath the band of her bra, right at the point where her breasts met and pulled the fabric away from her form. “Tell me, cheri. Did you intend to spend your evening beneath me?”

She didn’t respond, only turning her head to the side and looking away from him.

“Now, now.” He gripped her cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet his gaze. His tone was akin to a parent chastising their child. “It’s rude to ignore someone who’s speaking to you. Especially when you’re at their mercy.” The ripping of fabric punctuated his statement as her bra was shredded, her breasts bouncing free with nipples hardening in the cool air.

“I could tell you were suffering, what with the time of year and all.” Her voice came as a whisper, as if she were afraid of admitting to her knowledge of his rut.

Alastor sighed, his knee moving to bring some much needed friction to her clothed core. His trousers grew damp where he rubbed, her arousal soaking into the fabric. “What a foolish little doe you are, cheri.” Sitting upward, his pinstripe tailcoat was removed and tossed aside. His eyes took on a darker hue as he began to release his tie. “I am going to enjoy devouring you.”

The moment he’d finished the statement, the shadow tentacles pulled her limbs apart - spreading her wide for him. Removing his shirt and then her panties, he trailed a finger along the scarlet stripes on her side. Sticky blood gathered on his digit, which was quickly brought to waiting lips. Wrapping his tongue around the extremity, he hummed in approval.

“Delicious.”

An audible gulp came from the female as she watched the man before her with lidded eyes, her pupils blown wide. Two of the tentacles slithered up her form, encircling her breasts with a tight squeeze. A deep moan erupted from her throat as the shadow appendages began to move, squishing and manipulating the tender flesh whilst the tips toyed with her perked nipples in unison. Her breath came in pants, fists clenching and releasing as she allowed the pleasure to wash over her.

The welcome ministrations happening at her tits had distracted the woman, who failed to notice Alastor moving downwards. She missed the sensation of his hands massaging their way from her torso to her thighs, nor did she notice when the man positioned his upper body between her legs. Only when she felt his tongue slide through her folds did she let out a surprised gasp. Looking down, she finally took note of the head of crimson hair buried between her limbs.

Alastor’s ears were laid flat as his mouth worked on her, lapping at the slick of her heat. His lips engulfed her pussy in a passionate kiss to her lower lips, tongue darting inside as his nose brushed her clit. His sharp nails dug into the skin of her thighs when her hips began to buck, holding her still against his face as he continued to eat her out.

He consumed her like a man starved, savoring the flavor of her arousal. Lewd slurping sounds filled the air as he continued to lick and suck at her center, eliciting moans with every breath the female took. Moving upwards, his lips came to rest around her bundle of nerves whilst two long fingers entered her now soaking hole. The digits moved in a scissoring fashion as he pumped them within her, his mouth providing suction to her clit.

It wasn’t long before she unraveled on his fingers, a sharp whine shuddering from her body as her walls convulsed. Alastor continued his actions, working her through her orgasm until finally she settled. Withdrawing from her, his lips and chin shone with the moisture of her arousal.

When the tentacles holding her in place withdrew, the woman looked surprised. She sat up, attempting to catch her breath as she looked at the bulge in her companion’s pants.

“On all fours, darling.” The order sent a shiver down her spine.

She complied in silence, turning around to present herself to him. Her juices dripped down her thighs, pussy clenching around nothing as she waited to be taken.

The clinking of metal was the only sound as his belt slipped free of the loops on his trousers, before said garment was unzipped and allowed to crumple on the floor. Finally, his cock sprang free as his bottoms and underwear were kicked aside. The angrily flushed tip weeped beads of precum as he stroked it lazily.

Climbing atop the bed once more, Alastor settled behind his mate and brought his member to her entrance. Sinking into her slowly, they vocalized in unison. A guttural growl came from deep within the buck’s chest as he bottomed out within her. Laying himself flat against her back, he took her dangling tits into both hands and gripped them as he stilled.

He wanted to savor this feeling - to commit to memory the sensation of her silken walls surrounding his impossibly hard cock. She squeezed him deliciously tight, already milking him before the true fucking had even begun.

Gently kissing her shoulder, Alastor began to move. His thrusts came slow at first, his dick dragging against her at an agonizing pace as he withdrew until only the tip remained inside before reentering just as gradually. This repeated several times until the woman let out a noise of frustration, her hips jerking backwards in an attempt to increase the pace.

At her sudden movement, Alastor gasped. He hadn’t expected her to try and take charge - especially with him mounting her from behind. He was the male here. Perhaps he needed to remind her of their places in this sensuous act.

Quickly, a clawed hand removed itself from her breast and came to the back of her head before pushing. Her face landed sideways against a pillow, her eyes wide as she looked back at him.

“Impatient, are we?” The demon’s voice held a malicious edge, his eyes glinting with dark excitement. “Allow me to ruin you then.”

He left no opportunity for her to respond before he began thrusting into her once more, fucking her in earnest. His hips pistoned against her, the squelching of fluids mingled with slapping of skin each time his dick was plowed into her dripping heat. He held her head firmly against the pillow, his other hand ripping flesh at her hip to keep her still. A cry of pained pleasure came from the woman as she took his brutal assault.

Continuing to pummel his doe, Alastor picked her up so they were both upright on their knees. Her legs spread around his as she sat back onto his lap. A hand encircled her throat, choking her sobs as tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. His hips incessantly slapped her ass with each repeated thrust.

Bringing his other hand from her hip, the bloodied palm drug against her chest before his claws pierced her skin once more. Ripping down her front, she screamed in a high-pitched whine that vibrated his hand on her neck. Sanguine rivers now flowed freely, staining the fabric below.

The scent of her spilled blood was now too much to bear. Continuing his brutal pace, the Radio Demon brought his mouth to the conjunction of her shoulder and nape. He needed to taste her again - to feel the thickness of her blood against his tongue. And so he bit down, his dagger sharp teeth sinking into feverish skin. Salt was the first thing he tasted as her sweat mixed with his saliva before a metallic taste bloomed within his hungry maw.

“A-Alastor!” She screamed, one of her hands quickly tangling into his locks. Her other palm slapped against his upper leg, supporting her unsteady weight. Her eyes closed as she hissed from the pain. But oh, did it hurt so good.

Drinking greedily, he began to choke her in earnest. He couldn’t have the other hotel residents overhearing. The hand in his hair moved to grip one of his antlers, its twin now clawing at the fingers cutting off her air supply.

When her feeble offense against his vice grip began to lesson and the hold on his bony outcropping waned, Alastor knew she was close to passing out. He could also tell she was close to her second orgasm, the increasing force with which her pussy clamped around him signaling imminent release. And so, he withdrew himself from her and released his chokehold. The wine that accompanied her gasps for air was almost heartwrenching.

Tears now freely fell down her reddened cheeks as she struggled to hold herself up on both arms. She was shaking, her expression one of hurt and expectancy as she turned to face him.

In an instant, he was on her again. This time, she lay on her back while he held her legs in a folded position with her knees against her chest. Not hesitating for even a moment, he sunk back into her and resumed fucking her with an unrelenting force.

Snarling into her face, his brows furrowed in aggression as he spoke. “I say when you can cum.”

“Y-yes, sir!” She hadn’t missed a beat with her response. Grasping his antlers with both hands, she held on tightly as he continued to take her.

“Good girl.” One of his hands slotted itself into the space where they connected, softly circling her clitorus.

He knew he was close to his own end. After just a few more thrusts, his cock began to twitch within her. Kisses were trailed from her lips down her jaw and to her collar, all the while grunts that crackled with static filled the space between them. Beads of sweat dripped from Alastor’s forehead as he sucked bruising hickies across her skin.

With each mark left in his wake, she whined like a bitch in heat. His body responded to her cries, eager to spill his seed and breed her.

With the combination of his delicate ministrations against her clit, the pain of his claws and bites, and the pleasure of his dick battering into her, she had become a babbling mess. Single syllables and nonsense words flew from her mouth between pants and moans.

Licking the trails of blood along her chest, he mumbled against the fat of her breast. “Cum with me, Y/n.”

Two more thrusts into her needy cunt and they were both done for. Powerful spurts of cum painted her collapsing walls, coating her insides with his seed. He held onto her tightly, his pelvis pressed firmly against hers as he released deeply into her womanhood with a shouting moan. Wave after wave of blinding pleasure washed over them both as they rode out their highs.

Collapsing atop her with one last spurt of his cock, Alastor sighed in contentment. Panting heavily and burying his face into her neck, they both began to come down into a glorious afterglow.

“Feeling better?” Her arms were wrapped around his torso in a warm, loving embrace as her fingers traced mindless swirls across the expanse of his back.

“Much better, my dear.”

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alastor-simp · 2 months

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Burnt Out😞 - Alastor x Reader

(We all had one of these days, come on raise your hand 🖐🏻🙋🏻)

Sighhhhhhhhh…it was gonna be one of those days. It was another day in the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone was up and about in the morning, either doing one of Charlie’s exercises or just going about doing their own thing, except you. Laying on your bed, tangled up in blankets, you felt emotionally and physically drained. It was another one of your burnt out sessions. They would come and go, some days being mild and others being rough. Just wasn’t in the mood for anything anymore, so staying in bed and getting through it was a better option.

You made sure to text Charlie that you weren’t going to head down in the lobby and you were gonna stay in your room. She knew about your burnt out days and made sure that you were left alone, but sent Razzle and Dazzle to bring you some food, to make sure you were eating. It was nice that she cared so much, you honestly felt like a burden like this, but Charlie had a heart of gold and wanted to give you the time to feel better. Squishing your face into the pillow, you just stared in the corner of your darken room, letting your mind wonder. They were soon interrupted by a rhythmic knock at the door. Ah, it must be Razzle and Dazzle bringing you breakfast. Turning around on your bed, facing the other way, you yelled out "Come in".

They were both pretty silent, as they didn't really converse a lot with anyone, but they were friendly. Something felt strange as instead of the flapping of wings, there was a hint of static in the air. Huh? Suddenly, your bed shook as someone had taken a sit on it. "Why good morning, my dear! Why are you still in bed? Up and at em!" A static voice rang in the room, causing your body to jump. Turning your head to the side, you spotted a smiling red demon looking down at you. "Al? What are you doing here?" Turning your body back around, you continued to lay with your head on the pillow, eyes gazing up to look at Alastor. His piercing eyes were looking down at you, as his mouth was stretched wide, smiling like a jester. "I noticed your lack of presence when I was in the lobby with the other riff-raff. Charlie kindly told me you were still residing in your room, so I decided to pay a visit! He was still seated on your bed, legs crossed with his hands on his lap. His signature microphone was laying against the bed. "Ah I see" you said as you looked down, going back to staring at the corner of the room again. Alastor raised an eyebrow, pondering your lack of emotion.

Raising both of his hands, he placed his fingers to your lips, moving them up to form a smile. "My dear, its not very productive to be lying in bed and being grummy. Come now, gimme a big smile!" Alastor continued to smile down at you, still holding your lips up. You just gazed up at him, eyes devoid of any emotion, which put off Alastor for a bit. Moving your head side to side, you were able to shake off Al's hands on your face, placing it back against the pillow. "I'm not sad Alastor." Heaving a sigh, your eyes were just staring off into space. "Alastor tilted his head at you, confused at the whole situation. "If you are not sad, then why is there still a frown formed on your lips?" Alastor continued to stare at you, waiting patiently for your answer. Honestly, you expected him to be laughing at your situation, since he enjoyed the suffering of others. His eyes were a dead give away to how he was really feeling, and the eyes that peered down at you were filled with confusion, but also concern.

Heaving a sigh, you lifted your body up, sitting instead of laying, with the blanket still wrapped behind you. "Just feeling a little burnt out at the moment." There was a bit of awkward silence, as neither of you said another word. Al was still looking at you, but his head was tilted again. "Burnt out? Was there a fire in the hotel that occurred during my afternoon stroll?" Al questioned, while inching closer to you, looking to see for any burn marks on you. Heh, that earned a chuckle out of you. Laughing for a bit, you shook your head. "No no there wasn't a fire yesterday Al. Have you never felt burnt out before?" Your question earned a head shake from Al. Figures he had no clue what that meant. This man was giddy as could be everyday. "I'm afraid I have never heard of it before, my dear! Care to enlighten me?"

He inched a bit closer, waiting for your response. Looking down, your mind tried to piece together the correct way to explain it to him. "Well, being burnt out is just my body and mind feeling overloaded with stress, yet instead of being anxious, I become detached. I don't feel depressed nor am I being lazy, but I just feel like an empty shell, like all of my feelings are just sapped away, leaving behind nothing. I don't feel any motivation to do the things I usually enjoy doing. My body is exhausted yet I'm unable to fall asleep. I told Charlie that I get like this some days, so whenever I have an episode, I stay in my room, especially since when I'm burnt out, I kinda wanna isolate myself from everyone. It is a bit confusing to explain, so I hope I was able to narrow it down for you." Finishing your little speech, your lips drew into a tiny smile as your eyes gazed at Alastor.

His eyes were still looking at you with concern, his signature smile turned into a small grin. One of his gloved hands raised to your head, stroking it. "I appreciate the explanation, darling. But, it is detrimental to your health to be staying like this." Rolling your eyes at his words, you flopped back down, smooshing your face against the pillow, lifting the blanket to cover your face. "I'll be fine Al. Don't worry about me. I'm sure you must have stuff to get done especially since you're doing more broadcasts, so don't spend all day worrying about me.”

He didn’t say anything back, so you assumed he just used his powers to teleport out of your room. “Wanna hear a joke about paper? He said in an excited tone. What the hell? Peaking your eyes out, Alastor was still sitting on your bed, smiling down at you, teeth flashing at you. “Um no?” Raising an eyebrow, you wondered what brought this up. Alastor began to chuckle at your response, “Oh that’s fine it’s tear-able!” A laugh track then erupted from his microphone. Staring at Al, you let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. "It was terrible." Alastor made a face, like he was offended, but you knew he was just being dramatic. "Ahh well how about this one? What do you call a bear with no teeth?" Tilting your head, you thought about it before shrugging saying you didn't know. "A gummy bear! AHAHAHAHAHA!" He burst into fits of laughter, clearly very amused with his joke.

That was a better one, you thought as you let out a chuckle. Alastor had ventured further up your bed, sitting closer next to you, with his back against the headboard. "Lets see...Ah! What did the ocean say to the sailor?" Gazing up at Al, who was wearing a goofy smile, you laughed a bit before asking what did the ocean say. "Oh nothing my dear, it just waved!" Hehehe...these jokes were so corny that they made you laugh. Little by little, your mood began to improve a bit, the feelings of emptiness were lifting a bit. Getting up, you sat wrapped around your blanket, copying Alastors position. "I have a joke for you." Alastor's ears perked up, leaning in, ready to hear the joke. "Why did the deer go the dentist?" Alastor leaned back, placing a finger under his chin, thinking of the answer. "Hmmm...not sure my dear." Smiling widely, you said, "It had buck teeth." Alastor just stared at you wide eyed, before he burst into fits of laughter, causing the whole bed to shake. It took him a minute to calm down, before he turned back to you. "Haven't heard that one before! Another one to add to my collection!" He gazed at you, while whipping his eyes of the tears caused by how hard he was laughing. "Glad you liked it. Here's another one. What happens when a doctor gets frustrated?" Al's smile grew, very pleased that you had more jokes. "What happens, my dear?" "Well sadly, they lose their patients."

Oh that one really got to him. Al's head flew back in laughter, as he was kicking his legs, along with holding his stomach. You soon followed after him, laughing at his reaction and the joke. Soon the both of you calmed down. Al was taking deep breaths, having lost it from cackling with laughter. His eyes had pin pricks of tears as well, which he was wiping away. "Pant...pant...that was splendid, my dear!" Alastor was gazing into your eyes, smiling kindly at you. Smiling back, you told him that you were happy he liked the jokes. Al's hand slowly moved and placed itself on your cheek. "Feeling more yourself now, my dear?" He rubbed your cheek with his finger, causing you to lean into it. "A bit yeah." Al's eyes were tender. Quite a sight to see, since he never shows that side of him to anyone.

Removing his hand from your face, he raised his hand to snap his fingers. A tray had appeared on your lap. On the tray was a plate of pancakes, your favorite, along with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of strawberries. "Eat up, my dear! Can't have you being starved!" Al smiled at you, leaning back against the head board. Smiling, you dug in, humming happily with how amazing it tasted. His kindness made your heart ache. He was such a mystery, one side he was the feared radio demon, who enjoyed murder and gore, while the other was the Alastor you knew, a goofy man who loved jazz and cooking dishes his mother use to make. Two sides of a same coin, but you like both of them, as long as the murder and gore weren't aimed at you and your friends.

Flushing, you inched a bit closer to Al, who eyed you with curiosity. Slowly, you leaned your head against his shoulder, eyes still focusing on the breakfast, as you would feel super embarrassed to look him in the eye. His body tensed from the contact, having not expected that from you. His eyes were locked on you, eyebrow raised. "Thank you, Alastor." Whispering out a response, you continued to shyly look down, while nibbling on a strawberry. The tension had left his body, and he had leaned into you a bit. He wore a soft smile on his face, as he leaned his head back to place against the board. His hand then placed itself on top of yours, giving it a soft squeeze. "Anytime, my dear!"

~END~

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lunaramune · 2 months

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Human!Alastor x Spouse!Reader

Just to be clear, this is my first time writing Alastor so he might be very OOC💔 also English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammatical errors during this… happy reading! <3

Content: Smut, Reader is Afab but gender neutral, vaginal sex, biting, Kitchen sex, implied aftercare, Needy Alastor, might be OOC(?)

❗️MDNI❗️

You were home washing the dishes you previously used. Waiting patiently for your husband to finally come home from his work at the radio station.

As you were finishing it up you don’t notice the door unlocking, nor the hands that somehow slithered their way around your waist.

“Ah-!” You let out a gasp, “Alastor! I didn’t even hear you come in..” you say, a bit flustered by his sudden display of affection.

“I’m sorry, Dear.. I hope I didn’t frighten you.” He answers you, rubbing circles on your waist as an apology.

A giggle can be heard from you as blush starts to dust your cheeks from his simple display of physical affection,

“Hehe.. not at all, honey. Just a bit surprised you didn’t call out first or anything. How was work today?”

“Mmh.. it was alright, nothing out of the ordinary.” Alastor plainly responds as he moves one of his hands down the front of your body..

“Well I’m-“ you accidentally cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel his hand slither under your garments and down to your bundle of nerves.

“Alastor..? What are you d-.. doing?” You try to ask him as his fingers rub soft circles on your clothed clit. Your hand start to shake as you hold onto the cleaned plate you previously were washing.

You quickly put the plate down and your hands grip tightly on the counter in-front of you.

You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.. and suddenly you feel him grinding against your ass, His other hand is tightly gripping your hip. He dips a finger inside your wet hole, his thumb rubbing circles on your sensitive bud.

You can’t help but throw your head back against his shoulder as your legs start to tremble..

“A-… Alastor..” you manage to say his name, even though it’s very quiet due to your moans and whimpers suppressing your ability to create coherent words.

Alastor groans as you moan out his name and starts kissing your neck. He graces his teeth against the sensitive flesh before biting down harshly, making you yelp. He traces his tongue on the new bite mark on your neck.

Your legs almost give out on themselves but before you can even hit the floor Alastor’s hands quickly grab you and pull you up, placing you on the kitchen counter.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him as his hands make quick work of your bottoms, pulling them down and throwing them to the side to later clean up.

He sloppily unbuttons his pants just wanting so badly to feel your warm gummy walls around him. With a bit of work he manages to free his member from his pants and underwear before lining himself up with your entrance.

He looks into your eyes.. he looks so needy today.. his hair messy and face flushed.. just the sight of him alone is enough to make your cunt clench around nothing, Eagerly waiting for him to fill you up.

“Is.. this alright, my love?” He asks as he lovingly gazed into your eyes. His eyes filled with desire and admiration.

“Yeah…” you softly respond, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt to plant a heated kiss on his lips. He grabs your sides and slowly but surely pushes himself inside of your hole, Alastor let’s out a moan at the feeling of your gummy walls around his cock.

Your nails dig into the back of his white button up shirt as he starts thrusting into you in a slow pace to get you both used to the feeling.

When your husband starts speeding up his movement, you simply can’t help but grab his chin and kiss him. The feeling of his cock sliding out of your hole before he thrusts it back inside has your toes curling.

“You feel amazing, Mon amour… I’ve missed you so much..” Alastor softly whispers into your ear as his thrusts start getting sloppy, indicating that his climax is close..

You move one of your hands from a the vice grip on your husband’s shirt down to your tiny bud and you rub harsh circles on it, trying to get yourself close to your peak aswell.

A particularly harsh thrust manages to make the building knot in your stomach snap. Your orgasm quickly washing over you and Alastor following you right after, cumming deep inside of you, painting your inner walls white with his seed.

Both of your breathing is heavy as Alastor eventually pulls out after you both bask in the afterglow of your respectable orgasms.

Alastor moves one of his hands and grabs yours. Bringing the back of it up to his lips and kissing the pretty ring sitting on your finger.

“I love you, Alastor..”

“I love you too, Mon ange.. now, let’s get cleaned up..~”

Alastor purrs as he picks you up bridal style and begins to walk to your bathroom.. the dishes beside the kitchen counter now long forgotten.

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voonroo · 3 months

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heyyy I’m OBSESSED over your platonic Alastor x teen readers. Love them, so I was wondering if you could do Alastor x teen reader (fem if possible, if not then whatever makes you comfortable to write) and kind of how’s life in the hotel. Tyy

Oh, That Simply Won’t Do

⌐‣Alastor & FEM!TEEN Reader

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE LOVING THESE PLATONIC ALASTOR AND TEEN READERS AS MUCH AS I DO!

Alastor & Fem!Teen Reader

Life in the hotel as a teen is as wild as it would be if you were an adult.

The only difference is that the sex jokes are toned down.

However, life in the hotel with Alastor is rather calm.

He naturally gets along better with women, and for you to be considerably young in hell, he tends to look out for you.

With or without you realizing.

Whenever you leave the hotel, a shadowy figure watches over you.

Oh, you mentioned wanting something specific for dinner? Suddenly it's on the table later that night.

He has tried to make deals with you, and continues to do so.

You're a naive teen. In hell, or not there must be something you’d exchange your soul for.

He has settled for smaller deals though.

“Darling, if you go with me into town tomorrow, I will cook that dish you’ve been wanting…” or “If you just run this quick little errand for me, I’ll allow you to join me for my next broadcast…”

He’s 100% scary dog privileges whether he knows it or not.

If you want to go out in clothes that are more revealing he’ll say something along the lines of “A young lady such as yourself will have to beat off the boys with a stick if you go out in that!”

That's your warning to pick something else…

He's such a dad it's concerning the other residents.

Rosie asks Alastor every time he sees her, “When will you bring back the little lady?”

It's giving aunt and uncle.

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fics-and-quotes-andthelike · 13 days

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Doubt

Title: Doubt

Pairing: Alastor x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Word Count: ~2,881

In which the reader inadvertently lets her feelings slip, and she finds out what she really means to Alastor.

Warnings: Slight angst, Fluff, A cuss word in there somewhere, ooc Alastor maybe

When the Radio Demon himself had asked you out to dance, how could you possibly have said no? After all, he wasn’t just the Radio Demon to you, he was Alastor - the man who had saved you from a life of imprisonment after you had naively sold your soul to the Vees, who had brought you back to Charlie’s Hotel, and who had since become one of the most trusted people in your life.

Even now, you weren’t exactly sure what had drawn Alastor to you all those years ago. Whenever you asked, he was quick to change the subject or deflect.

Not that you would ever complain, of course. Alastor had saved your life and demanded nothing in return, save for you staying away from the Vees’s territory, which you were only so happy to do.

Once you had settled into the hotel, you had found yourself a real family. One who watched your back and hugged you when things got hard. One who loved you despite your past and your flaws. One who didn’t abandon or use you.

All in all, your life here was better than your life when you were alive. You couldn’t wish for anything more.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Now, as you rifled frantically through your closet, you couldn’t help but wish that Alastor had given you a bit more warning before your outing.

He had approached you only half an hour prior, materializing in your room and grabbing your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before straightening and asking if you would do him the honor of accompanying him to his old friend Mimzy’s club tonight.

You’d said yes, of course. Who would ever deny a night out? And how hard could it be to get ready in only an hour?

Exceedingly difficult, as it turned out.

Your rummaging became increasingly desperate as you searched your closet in vain, throwing dresses, shirts, blouses, and everything else that you owned on the floor as you discarded them. You were going out with Alastor, after all. You had to make a good impression.

You were stopped by a sudden knock at the door.

“Come in,” you called over your shoulder.

You listened as someone’s light footsteps entered your room. “Geez, dollface, was there a break-in or something?” The voice’s tone changed from confusion to amusement. “Or are ya finally burning all of your clothes so I can take you shopping?”

You huffed in indignation and spun to face Angel Dust, hands on your hips. “My closet is fine, thank you. I’m just-” you looked back at your empty closet and sighed, dropping your hands to your sides. There was no way you would be ready in the next half an hour without some help.

You turned back to face Angel, a sheepish grin on your face. “I don’t have time to go shopping, but I’ll let you give me a full makeover tomorrow if you help me get ready to go dancing at Mimzy’s club tonight.”

Angel smirked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned back against your doorframe. “A full makeover? You going on a date or something?”

“I’m going out with Alastor.”

His smile only grew in size. “Going out with Smiles tonight, huh?” He glanced down at your discarded pile. “I guess I can put something together. How much time do I have to work my magic? A few hours?”

You flushed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Can you make me presentable in the next thirty minutes?”

Angel waved his hand dismissively before grabbing your hand and leading you straight out of your room and across the hall to his own bedroom. “Of course I can, sweetcheeks, that’s nothing. I’ll have you ready in a jiff.”

You smiled appreciatively as Angel led you swiftly to his vanity and sat you in his chair. “I owe you one,” you promised.

He gave you a wink. “You don’t owe me nothing, sweetheart. Just sit back and let me work.”

~~~

True to his word, Angel managed to have you brushed up and looking like a princess in less than half an hour. To be honest, you were pleasantly surprised when you saw the finished look.

Not that you ever doubted Angel’s skills, of course, but where you had expected a bold face of makeup and a showy dress that followed today’s trends, he had gone in a vastly different direction.

Your makeup looked much more natural than you thought Angel was capable of. Your eyeshadow was dark, but subtle. Your eyeliner was winged, of course, and he had painted your lips a dark shade of red. The best part of the ensemble, though, was that he had dressed you in a surprisingly 50s looking modest black dress that he had had in his closet ‘just in case’. All in all, you had to admit that it was better than anything you could have ever put together.

You spun in front of his full length mirror. “I love it,” you said quietly, unable to stop the grin that spread across your features.

“Of course ya do,” Angel replied from his place on the edge of his bed. Fat Nuggets had taken up residency in his owner’s lap, and both of them were watching you with smug glee.

Well, as smug as a pig could get, anyway.

“And if I ain’t mistaken,” Angel continued, “Your date started five minutes ago. You should probably stop spinning and start walking.”

You stopped admiring your reflection and flushed. “I’m that late?” You walked backwards towards the bedroom door. “Thank you Angel, I owe you, really. See you later!”

The sound of Angel Dust chuckling kindly followed you across the hall as you quickly closed the door to your own room behind you.

A voice sounded out of the darkness. “Ready now, are we?”

You jumped at the sound and whirled around, flicking your lights on and staring in surprise when you saw Alastor perched on the edge of your bed.

“You know, my dear, it really is bad manners to…”

The demon trailed off when he finally caught sight of you.

You suddenly felt exceedingly self conscious as his eyes started to roam over your ensemble. It was 50s inspired, sure, but what if Alastor found it offensive? What if he thought it was laughable? What if he hated it? What if -

You stepped back as Alastor melted into the shadows and reappeared directly in front of you. His eyes studied your face almost curiously.

“Angel helped,” you piped nervously. “I couldn’t have done it on my own.”

“Nonsense,” Alastor replied as he raised a hand. He gently grasped your chin in his fingers and tilted your head from side to side. “The outfit you wore when I asked you to join me would have sufficed.”

You scoffed, pulling your chin back and looking down at the floor. “We’re going to Mimzy’s club, Al. I couldn’t have just shown up in a random shirt and pants.”

A clawed hand tilted your face back up to meet Alastor’s. You gasped in surprise when you saw that the two of you were practically nose to nose. “I do hope you haven’t finally started to doubt me, my dear,” Alastor said in a low voice.

“Never,” you breathed, not daring to blink.

If there was any one consistent presence in your life, it was Alastor. He had never steered you wrong, and the least you could do in return was trust his word.

The Radio Demon’s smile softened at your response. He released your chin and stepped back, looking you up and down one more time before turning away.

“I meant what I said, darling,” he drawled, the static in his voice ever present. “You would have been quite a gem even in your-” he rolled his eyes and waved his hand dramatically “-random shirt and pants.”

You couldn’t stop the blush from rising up to your cheeks. It was one thing for Angel to appraise his own work, but it was quite another for Alastor to agree with his assessment.

You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry I was late. Should we go? I know Mimzy doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

A lie. You’d never met Mimzy before in your life. But if you were going to try and stop your blushing cheeking from giving away just how much you appreciated his compliment, you had to distract yourself somehow.

Alastor looked down at his pocket watch and hummed. “I do suppose we should be on our way. She did request an audience, after all.”

You blinked. “An audience? I thought…”

The overlord looked back at you with a raised brow, looking more confused than anything. “You thought what, my dear?”

You felt your shoulders sag, though you internally chastised yourself for feeling at all disappointed. How could you have assumed that Alastor’s only goal today was to dance with you at a club? Of course he had another motive.

You forced a smile on your face. “Nothing. Sorry. We should go.”

You tried to brush your disappointment away. It didn’t matter why he had asked you. The fact that he had asked at all was plenty.

Except it isn’t, a little voice inside of you whispered. For years now, Alastor had been your protector, watching over you and ensuring your safety, even while helping Charlie to look after the hotel and feuding with Vox.

As time had slowly gone by, you had hoped that maybe you could help Alastor as much as he had helped you. He wouldn’t let you help at his radio station, and since the Radio Demon wasn’t exactly an emotional sharer, you had decided that the least you could do was be a constant, solid presence in his life.

You had even thought that you were making progress over the past few months, and your hopes had been solidified when he had asked you out to Mimzy’s club. After all, he would never have asked you if he didn’t see you as some sort of friend, right?

Now, though, you could see how foolish you had been. How could you have ever hoped to help Alastor in any way? He was a demon of solitude, and your wish to help him had made you blind to that.

You started towards your door, hoping to hide the embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

But before you could make it, a shadow appeared ahead of you, frowning down at you as it blocked the door.

You refused to look him in the eye. “We’ll be late, Al. We need to go.”

“It seems as though you aren’t quite ready, my dear.” The static of his voice grew closer as he spoke. You tensed up when you felt his faint breath on the back of your neck. “After all, you’re never fully dressed without a smile.”

You finally turned to face him, hating the feelings flooding through your veins and the thoughts rushing through your head. How was Alastor ever meant to learn to lean on you if you couldn’t even hold yourself together? It was bad enough that you lacked his grace and poise, and now he would see what a truly pathetic and fucked up specimen he had saved all those years ago.

Alastor looked down at you, his expression ever passive, his smile ever present. But beneath the mask, his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed as he studied your face.

From behind you, his shadow placed two gentle hands on your shoulders, carefully holding you in place as if afraid that you would bolt.

You swallowed and forced your head up to meet the Overlord’s eyes, plastering a false smile on your face. “I’m ready.”

“You most certainly are not, my dear,” Alastor replied, the static in his voice fading to a soft buzz. He raised his hand silently and placed it on your cheek.

Instinctively, you tilted your head and allowed your cheek to be cradled gently by his clawed hands, closing your eyes as you savored the feeling. It was almost enough to make you forget what had upset you in the first place.

“Mon chere,” Alastor said, something resembling concern present in his voice. “What’s troubling you?”

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring into his. “I thought…” you began once again before pressing your lips together. It would do nobody any good if you confessed your thoughts out loud. You might even inadvertently push him away.

“Thought what?”

His eyes were searching yours for an answer you weren’t sure you were yet willing to give. His hand remained cradling your face, and his shadow behind you had yet to release you from its gentle touch.

You took a deep breath. Even if your true feelings did push him away, didn’t you at least owe it to him after all this time to be honest? Even if it was the last thing you were ever able to do for him.

You closed your eyes again. “I thought we were going to Mimzy’s to spend time together,” you admitted, hating the way your breath caught, hating the way your voice cracked, and hating the way your heart stopped. You pushed forward. “I didn’t realize you were going for business, I thought maybe you wanted to spend time together.”

A laugh bubbled its way through your lips. “It was silly of me to assume, though. I know you’re busy, I just thought maybe I was getting through to you. I thought you were starting to let your guard down around me, and that I could just be there for you.”

You stepped to the side, away from both Alastor and his shadow. “I thought we were becoming something like friends. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.” You squeezed your eyes shut in desperation. “I know that I’m nothing more than a soul that you saved. I know that, I promise I do. And I won’t ever again mistake your actions for something that they’re not. So please don’t give up on me, Al. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

The room was silent.

Too silent.

You slowly glanced up.

Alastor’s shadow was gazing at you, unmoving from his spot by the door. Beside him, Alastor was looking past you and at the wall, his hands clenching his staff and his smile strained.

“You don’t need to say anything,” you said as you rushed to fix what you had broken. “Truly, you don’t. Let’s just go to Mimzy’s and forget that this ever happened.”

“Unfortunately, my dear,” Alastor drawled, his eyes flickering back to you. “This isn’t an interaction that either one of us will be able to forget by morning.”

You swallowed heavily, fighting back the tears that so desperately wanted to escape. “Please, Al.” Your voice was hardly a whisper. “Don’t give up on me, not now.”

At your words, his shadow melted into the ground and materialized before you, placing both hands gently on your cheeks and lowering his head down until your foreheads touched. Just as suddenly, the shadow stepped back and melted into the ground again, allowing the real Alastor to take his place.

He looked down at you once again, but this time, his expression was almost open, almost tender, almost endearing. He took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips before pressing it to the place that his heart would have been beating if you had met in another life.

For a moment, he said nothing. You waited with bated breath, trying to ignore the warmth in your chest at the fact that Alastor had yet to release you.

Then, when you thought you couldn’t bear the silence any longer, Alastor hummed softly. “I do hope you haven’t started to doubt me, my dear.”

“Never,” you vowed without a moment’s hesitation.

Alastor’s smile seemed to ease slightly. “I may not rely on you as much as you yourself would like.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was trying to choose his words carefully. “But do know this, mon chere. I doubt I would still be in one piece if it wasn’t for you. And I have no intention of giving you up.” His eyes flashed. “Not ever.”

Your knees almost gave out as you breathed a sigh of relief. Without thinking, you pressed forward, burying your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around him tightly. “Thank you, Al,” you whispered, your spirit bright.

Alastor gently took hold of your shoulders and pushed you back, though his eyes shined softly. “Careful now, my dear. We wouldn’t want to ruin all of Angel Dust’s hard work, now, would we?”

You laughed and lowered your arms. “I guess not.”

The Radio Demon smiled down at you, holding out his arm like the gentleman he was. “Shall we, then, my dear?”

You smiled back at him. For all of his secrets and tricks, he had only ever been kind to you. Why wouldn’t you accept?

You linked your arm through his and grinned as he guided you towards the door.

Perhaps you were doing a better job with Alastor than you had thought.

A/N: I've got Hazbin Hotel on the brain. Part 2 of sorts coming soon, let me know if you want to be tagged!

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itsbubbleteataro · 2 months

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How about platonic Alastor x fem reader where the reader is a human you accidentally ended up in hell and Charlie and Vaggie just got them to the hotel and immediately warn the reader to stay away from Alastor and not to make any deals with him.

And reader asks why avoid him, after learning he’s an overlord the reader decides staying in his vicinity while he’s in the hotel is probably one of the safest places to be and so they just try to stay in the same room he’s in or the rooms nearest to him.

Reader using Alastors general vicinity as an odd safety tactic.

Ok so writing this is started to become a multi part series so please deal with me!

Down the well and into hell? (1/?)

Paring; Platonic!Alastor x human fem!reader

Warnings; swearing, Angel Dust being Angel Dust, Alastor being Alastor, possible ooc Alastor as it's my first time writing him, creepy guy at the start.

Description; exploring the grounds of the new cabin you have recently inherited, you find an old well. A well that seems to go on forever. After falling down it you find yourself, a human in hell. after being taken in by Charlie and Vaggie they warn you to stay away from Alastor. But what happens when the human decides that the overlord just may be the key to safety and possibly home?

You glance down at the paper and key in front of you double checking the address. A smile spreads across your face as you walk up to the old cabin your grandfather had left you in his will.

Taking the key in your hand, you unlock the door, tucking some hair behind your ear as you take in the sights of the dusty cabin. Walking inside, minding the dust, you go ahead and push the windows open to air out the stale air.

Deciding you want no more of the stale air, you go ahead and place the old key and paper down on a somewhat clean looking table before walking out, keeping the door open behind you.

Walking around the grounds, you spot a rickety old water well. The wood looks rotted and the rope you notice is chewed all the way through. Judging by the frayed ends you can assume that some sort of rodent had worked it's little magic on it. The bucket for the well lays rusted of to the side. The well itself is constructed out of various stone bricks, covered in moss. A brick on the front has some sort of pentagram, that's been worn away by time.

With a hum you wonder just how far down the well goes. Gently placing your hands on some slightly damp moss, thinking you have a grip you hoist yourself up, just so your feet are a few inches off the ground. Then you lean over, slightly at first.

"Hello?"

You call out. You hear your voice start to bounce back. Leaning forwards you call out again,

"Echo!"

With a smile on your face as you hear your voice bounce back once more.

Your arms start to shake and against your better judgement you lean forwards once more.

Your arms give out.

You are sent tumbling down into the inky abyss of your own old water well

* * * * *

You wake up with a jolt.

Your body aches with a dull pain as your eyes look up to the blood red sky. Your head pounds begging for some kind of relief as you sit up, trying to recall what in the world just happened.

Your thoughts are ripped from you as a raspy voice speaks to you,

"Who the hell are you?"

You whip your head around, looking up at the voice who spoke to you in a tone so harsh it was quite surprising.

"Yeah you bitch. No other human here but you"

Your eyes look over the form infront of you. The male looks sort of like a dog with his long droopy ears. His eyes look not at you, but more so at your chest, wiping drool from his mouth.

"Hey watch it!"

Pierces through the air with almost as much force as the spear that's pointed at the dog sinner.

Tearing your eyes away from the now terrified dog sinner, you look up at two woman.

One woman has grey skin with large white hair. A pink bow sits on the back of her hair. One of her eyes adorns a large X.

The second woman stands next to her, looking at you with large yellow eyes, tears threading to spill over as she looks at you. Her blonde hair pulled back into a sort of ponytail. Her skin is white as snow, and two apple red circles adorn her cheeks. The two are dressed in red. Seeming like some sort of uniform.

The blond woman extends a hand to you, helping you to your feet as the white haired woman retracts her spear. As you look at the spear you see it's tipped with some kind of glowing metal.

"Oh my gosh! Hi! You're a human! Oh wait where are my manners! Hi I'm

Charlie it's nice to meet you. H-how did you end here in Hell? I mean you're still alive! Oh shit you look terrified uh oh I know! Let's go to my hotel!"

You cant help but blink at her, confusion crossing your face as the woman with white hair places a hand on the one now known as Charlie.

"Calm down Charlie, your scaring her. I'm Vaggie. Charlie's right, its strange that you are a living person here in hell. Come on, the hotel is close and it really is the safest place for you till we can get you home"

Again, you blink before speaking,

"Uh hi? I'm (Y/n) its nice to meet you?"

it comes out as more of a question than an answer as Charlie seemingly pushes you towards her hotel.

Looking up at the hotel you cant help the slight gasp that escapes your lips. The hotel is a tall yet disheveled looking building with a rickety radio tower protruding out of the right side.

The two push you inside. Vaggie motions you over to the somewhat presentable looking couch to which you smile and take a seat, letting your aching bones rest for a bit as Charlie rushes off to go get the other members of the hotel.

Vaggie sits down next to you on the couch before opening her mouth to speak,

"Ok real quick, there's this demon who will try to make a deal with you because he wants your soul. Under no circumstance are you to make a deal. Sound good?"

You nod your head, questioning what she means as Charlie leads a snake looking sinner and a spider looking sinner as well as a winged cat sinner into the room who quickly introduce themselves as Angel Dust, Husker and Sir Pentious.

An inky pool of shadows soon form before a man about seven feet tall forms. He wears a blood red pin striped suit with black dress pants. His hair is cut in an undercut that lands at chin level. His hair is a vibrant red with black at the ends. At the top of his head sits two fluffy stag ears with two small antlers nestled in between his ears.

"Hello dear, name's Alastor. Pleasure to meet you"

He sticks a clawed hand out to shake your hand. His voice having the unmistakable sound of radio static, you note that he has a transatlantic accent.

"I'm (Y/n), pleasures all mine"

You respond, your voice shaking as your nerves get the better of you. Taking his hand in yours, you give a firm shake before he retracts his hand, leaning on his microphone like cane.

"Say, it isn't everyday you find a human down here in hell, what do you say we make a deal?"

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #(y/n)#x reader #x fem reader

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ioniiaa · 3 months

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2

Quick Notes:

This is when both reader/you and Alastor are both alive. (... we'll probably end up in hell later on btw so stay tuned...)

Reader is an artist/painter.

Part 2:

Every day and night you had to stay trapped at home, it felt like nails on a chalkboard after that one fateful meeting that night.

The only thing that made the time bearable was the radio. Alastor told you he hosted a radio show. As so, you soon became one of his most loyal listeners. Anything to relive the moment when you felt like a person again.

So when the night finally came, that you could escape to Mimzy's establishment the next town over, you were over the moon at the chance to see Alastor again.

Luckily for you, your husband was going to be away for a week this time.

That night, you made it to the bar a bit later than usual, you had to be extra sure that it was safe to leave town unnoticed after a close call of almost being discovered by some relatives that lived nearby.

When you enter the bar, you hear some piano music. It wasn't unusual for Mimzy to invite musicians or let patrons play some music at the piano that resides in the bar, as long as they didn't get boo'ed off the stage. But this music stirred something in your soul, making you hurry into the bar.

It was Alastor.

You gasp, your heart beating a million miles a minute. You were so drawn to him. In this moment, the jazzy music that filled the air and filled up all the holes in your heart. You were captivated. So captivated, that you forgo greeting Mimzy and the bar entirely, in favor of walking over to Alastor at the piano.

He gives you a surprised look before smiling and immersing himself in the music once more.

You smile back and you can't help but sing along to Alastor's piano playing. The song was a classic, and also one your personal favorites.

As you sing, you sit down on the piano bench next to him. You notice he doesn't open his eyes, but the smile on his face deepens as your duet continues.

When your song comes to an end, it feels like you came back down to earth. The bar erupted in applause, the embarrassment flushing your whole face pink. You look over to Alastor who's looking at you with such a warm expression.

"My dear, what a lovely voice you have. Your talents truly seem boundless. I am quite surprised you knew that song."

You spend the rest of the night tucked away in a private corner talking with Alastor about all sorts of things, interests, likes, dislikes, deep conversations about life, and even your fears. But never once did you mention your home life, you'd rather die than let Alastor find out. The last thing you need is for him to treat you differently.

When you mention you listened to his every show ever since the night that you first met, his eyes light up and something in him clicked. He took your chin gently in his hand and brought your face closer to his, "Oh my, I have never met a finer woman with even finer tastes in entertainment~" which caused your heart to flutter like never before.

The tension and feelings between the two of you were palpable. It was clear to the rest of the bar that the two of you were smitten with each other, something akin to love at first sight. You tow were inexplicably drawn to each other.

You wish you didn't have to leave and go back home. But you knew you had to get home before dawn, even if you were going to come back the next day/night anyway. Relatives and in-laws usually liked to stop by unannounced and if they found the house empty, you'd be in for a world of punishment and pain. It happened once, and you would rather not relive that experience ever again.

So even though it pained you greatly, you had to say goodbye to Alastor. As you stood up to leave, Alastor's hand still held yours, you could tell he was reluctant to let you leave. Very rarely did he have the chance to enjoy such cultured and lovely conversation. With a sad and somber expression, you walked away, his hand slowly sliding out of yours.

"I hope you come back to me, ma chérie ..."

-> Part 3

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #fanfic #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor radio demon #alastor x y/n #x reader #x you #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #part 2

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ashesbreadandbutter · 2 months

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Alastor x Reader - Needy Bambi WIP

So I'm hungry, so I started writing this just now.

Follow me to keep up with the story, if AO3 doesn't delete my account I'll probably post it over there.

Warning - this will be n.sfw so yeah.

Scenario - As if his complicating feelings towards you haven't been plaguing him enough Alastor has managed to fall into rut and guess who he's blaming?

Wip below the cut :)

I just realized it went from second pov to first. I do that but when it's officially posted and finished that'll be fixed so just work with me here pls.

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alast4r · 22 days

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Oρρσʂιƚҽ Aƚƚɾαƈƚ (Aʅαʂƚσɾ x HҽʅʅႦσɾɳ Fҽɱ!Rҽαԃҽɾ)

Okay so I am rather more motivated by how some people enjoyed my first post and I feel motivated to write more stuff! I really love those who enjoyed the "My Deer Assistant" somehow so here's another treat for adoring little Alastor fans like me. This may slightly have smut so MDNI (Minors do not interact) I'd refuse to have minors make contact with works involving non-friendly posts, especially sexual intercourse. And the plot may be dumb

⭒❃.✮:▹　Natsu　◃:✮.❃⭒

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺ Professionals often say that an ideal partner should have great similarities and easily agree with your tastes. However, in your case, dear reader, your relationship defied this norm. You and your beloved partner shared few similarities, yet your love for each other was unconditional. Overlord Alastor, the Radio Demon, was known for his enthusiastic and smiley demeanor, a stark contrast to your moody and perpetually frowning disposition. Despite his sweet nature, Alastor preferred bitter flavors, while you, with your cold and bitter personality, had a penchant for sweets that never waned.

Alastor exhibited patience, a trait you often lacked, as your short temper could flare up in an instant. He found solace in Jazz, whereas you found comfort in classical music. His powerful presence juxtaposed your fragile nature. He thrived in lively environments, while you preferred to observe from the sidelines. Despite these differences, you two fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, complementing each other in ways that transcend conventional compatibility.

After a long absence, you felt the bonds of your relationship with Alastor slowly fraying, yet you managed to cling to them, determined to keep them intact. It was during this delicate time that you stumbled upon a grand edifice that commanded attention: The Hazbin Hotel. This was no ordinary establishment; it exuded an air of mystique and charm that drew you in for the concept of redemption but someone like you had no chance or worth of being redeemed. What particularly caught your eye was a captivating commercial playing on a nearby picture show. Amidst the kaleidoscope of colors and images, there was a figure, just out of focus, yet undeniably intriguing, their presence teasingly enigmatic.

As serendipity would have it, the Hazbin Hotel beckoned you not as a mere guest but as a member of its staff, a twist of fate that led you back into the orbit of your beloved partner, Alastor. The reunion was a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of nostalgia, hope, and perhaps a tinge of apprehension. Yet, as you reunited, the past seemed to melt away, leaving behind a renewed sense of connection and understanding. Together, you embarked on a journey to rediscover each other, navigating the complexities of your relationship with a newfound appreciation for the depth of your bond.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Alastor's persistent insistence on wearing a smile seemed almost comical against the backdrop of your somber mood. The parlor, with its plush seats and the lingering aroma of delightful sweets, provided a momentary respite from the chaos of your usual days. However, Alastor's playful banter shattered the tranquility as he urged you to smile. "Smile, my dear! As they say, 'You're never fully dressed without a smile!'" he quipped, his voice filled with playful encouragement.

Seated in the soft chair, you couldn't help but frown, your thoughts consumed by the weight of your responsibilities. "Alastor, you know as well as I do that I'm not one to feign cheerfulness," you replied, your tone tinged with a hint of exhaustion. Despite your protest, Alastor pressed on, his determination unwavering. With a light chuckle, you decided to play along, grabbing a small pastry and deftly stuffing it between his lips.

The unexpected gesture left Alastor momentarily stunned, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. Slowly, he devoured the pastry, his enjoyment evident despite his attempts to maintain a facade of displeasure. "How sugary, my dear," he remarked, a hint of genuine amusement in his voice. With a playful grin, he continued, "I suppose I'll have to put more effort into coaxing that smile from you."

As if on cue, Alastor scooped you into his arms, cradling you like a precious treasure. Despite your initial resistance, you couldn't help but be swept up in the moment. There was a certain charm in Alastor's playful antics, a reminder of the unique bond you shared. As he carried you with effortless grace, you couldn't help but smile, if only slightly, at his undeniable charm.

Upon entering your room upstairs, the door clicked shut behind you, sealing you both in a cocoon of intimacy. As you settled onto the soft mattress of your bed, Alastor wasted no time in closing the distance between you. His body pressed against yours, as he buried his head into your neck, peppering it with gentle kisses that sent shivers down your spine. You instinctively stretched a bit, offering him better access to your neck, relishing the sensation of his lips against your skin. Each kiss was like a gentle caress, igniting a fire within you that only he could quench. His movements were deliberate yet tender, each one filled with a silent promise of love and passion. Despite the simplicity of the moment, there was an undeniable intensity between you. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to the deep connection you shared. In that fleeting moment, there was only the two of you, lost in the sweet embrace of each other's love. "Al.." you murmured softly, a moan of pleasure escaping your lips, sending a shiver down his spine. Despite the sensation of bliss, your expression told a different story – furrowed brows and pouty lips indicating a hint of discontent. Alastor looked up at you, his hand gently cupping your cheek while the other held you securely by the waist. "What's troubling you, dear?" His voice, now devoid of the usual radio filter, sounded clear and earnest as he awaited your response.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands ticking away precious moments, before returning your gaze to him. "I only have 10 minutes left, Al..." you confessed with a sigh, a sense of urgency creeping into your tone. Alastor met your gaze with a mixture of understanding and determination before lowering his head once more, his tongue tracing a wet trail along your neck, eliciting another groan from you. "Then I shall hasten my efforts, my darling," he declared softly, his warm breath tickling your earlobe as he nibbled on it gently, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and frustration from you as your hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his back in a silent plea for more.

Feeling the ecstasy of your erotic sounds escaping between your parted lips, Alastor tugged the hem of your skirt, lowering it to your knees. His touch was electric as his index finger trailed along your inner thigh, drawing tantalizing circles on your soft, plump skin. Capturing your lips in a fiery kiss, he skillfully tangled his tongue with yours, saliva mixing in a heated exchange that left you breathless. As he pulled away, a thin string of saliva briefly connected your mouths, a visible sign of your shared desire. With a mischievous grin, Alastor teasingly tugged your underwear down, leaving it bunched around your knees. Your expression was a mix of flustered embarrassment and raw desire, which only seemed to amuse him further. "My darling, you never fail to surprise me with our differences," he remarked, his voice laced with a teasing tone. As you buried your face in a pillow, letting out a frustrated groan, he chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Taking advantage of your vulnerable position, Alastor leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Let's explore those differences, shall we?" His hands roamed your exposed skin, igniting a fiery passion between you. Each touch, each kiss, sent waves of pleasure through your body, building up to an intense climax that left you both gasping for breath.

As his thumb circled your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body, you looked down at him with pleading eyes. "C-Can you please hurry~...I only have seven minutes.." Your voice was filled with urgency and need, but Alastor seemed unfazed as he laid his head on your stomach, his eyes locked with yours. With a jolt of shock and a gasp, you felt his finger slip inside you, the sensation slightly painful due to his sharp, pointed fingers. Despite the discomfort, you couldn't deny the pleasure that followed, and you arched your back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through you. "Oh, Alastor..." you moaned, your voice a mix of pleasure and frustration. He sighed, his breath warm against your skin, before licking your cheek in a teasing manner. "Ma Biche, I truly wouldn't wish to rush you," he murmured, his voice filled with a hint of irritation, ", especially with how delicate and oh-so frail you are and I haven't felt my excitement to this pleasure. But I suppose I wouldn't wish to waste your time and my chances." His words were teasing, yet there was a hint of sincerity in them as if he truly wanted to please you despite his playful demeanor. As his fingers continued their tantalizing dance inside you, you felt yourself nearing the edge. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. With one final, intense wave of pleasure, you cried out his name, your body trembling with ecstasy. Alastor watched you with a satisfied smirk, his eyes filled with wicked delight at having driven you to such pleasure. Time seemed to blur as you were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, each thrust of his fingers driving you closer to the edge. After three minutes of intense ecstasy, you reached your limits, your frustration coating his fingers as you buried your head into the pillow once more. Alastor chuckled, his amusement evident as he tasted your sweet fluid, helping you tidy up with the remaining time. He fixed your outfit and carried you to sit up, his voice soft as he said, "I suppose I wouldn't want you too drained for now, my fawn." Planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, he then assisted you downstairs.

There, you found two cups of different beverages waiting for you. Lost in your duties at the hotel, you mistakenly grabbed Alastor's cup of bitter black coffee, immediately spitting it out as you exclaimed, "How bitter.." He quickly cleaned you up with a napkin, chuckling softly. "Haha, my dear, be more careful, will you?" Groaning, you wondered if the day could get any more stressful. Deciding to relax, you played some soothing classical music and sat on the counter, Alastor stroking your head gently. "Do you wish to fall asleep to this music?" his voice was soothing, calming your frayed nerves. The gentle touch of his fingers on your head was comforting, and you felt yourself slowly relaxing into the music, the tension of the day melting away.

"Maybe.." you uttered softly, finally finding a moment of peace. You wrapped your arms around your head, feeling the warmth of the unfinished cup of tea in front of you. The soothing strains of the classical music filled the room, calming your mind.

Alastor approached and scooped you up in his arms once more, carrying you to bed. He gently laid you down, tucking you in with warm sheets. You mumbled, "I love you, Alastor.." His face softened, a smile of pride and adoration spreading across his features as he looked down at you. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "I love you too, my fawn." It was moments like these that made you realize how perfectly you complemented each other, filling the empty spaces in each other's lives with love and understanding.

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greenandsorrow · 2 months

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the fox

Alastor x fem!reader (sfw, platonic)

Summary: A soul that doesn't belong in Hell finds sanctuary in the Hazbin Hotel.

Warnings; mentions of the reader dying, mentions of Alastor's backstory, typical violence, fluff, light angst, hurt & comfort, grammar mistakes, no use of y/n

In the woods somewhere

Found something real that's out of touch

We'll meet again*soon

Author's note 😁

The poll's results said that it's okay to redeem Alastor for the sake of the plot! This whole fic was a very random idea of mine. I combined a dream I had with my love for the little prince and that's what I came up with. I know that you're all thirsty for smut and I do as a matter of fact write lots of it. But for the love of our canonically asexual deer boy I wrote a non-spicy fic! I personally liked the platonic dynamic Alastor and my fox girl had. She's an OC but also qualified to be the reader.

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busycucumbermelon · 3 months

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Lilith affair children

This was just a cute little idea I had but if you like it, let me know and I’ll try doing more like it

Lucifer stared at his wife, distastefully. Charlie was being consoled by Vaggie, while Alastor stood off to the side. His smile seemed truly forced as Angel Dust and Husk appeared to not know what to do with themselves.

"So where'd you put the affair children? They're clearly not in hell, and heaven wouldn't accept them." Lilith remained silent, staring at the man with true disdain.

"That looks like one of those human apartments on Earth." Lucifer comments as he stares at the globe in her hand. Though he is still annoyed and his thoughts are directed elsewhere, the image of the apartment, with its modern design and mostly blues, whites and purples, does stir something inside him. It's dark and soothing,

The apartment had various floral scents to it, with curtains covering the large bay window. There were flowers on a coffee table along with a drinking cup and an iPad and notebook. A candle flickered on one side of the table, producing a small crackling sound, while a lamp across the room clashed with the TV and produced a blue and white glow on the couch. A sleeping woman was on the couch.

Before panning over to a set of feet, the film took its time to build suspense. It slowly panned up the person's body, shining off the lamp and fixing the pillows of the woman on the couch. "You know, if you continue to sleep on the couch like this, you're going to eventually get a crook in your neck," the male warned. The woman didn't move a muscle, not even a twitch of her lips. They both resembled Lilith, but with different skin tone, they were most definitely not Lucifer

The globe has thus far withheld the man's face, but as he leaned down to blow out the candle, its flame illuminated his features. His chocolate brown eyes shined with a red glow, his hair kept and he had to use one hand to keep hair out of his face. The crackling sound of the candle came to halt as soft smoke filled the air dancing around in front of the man’s face. Now the only thing illuminating the room was the TV.

Turning his attention back to the couch, a happy smile took shape on his lips. He walked over and nudged her shoulder.

"Scooch, will you? If you're going to complain all night, I might as well endure the torture with you".

With that, the woman only opened one of her eyes, a small smile twitching onto her lips. She moved back to make room, causing him to roll his eyes at her antics.

The two made themselves comfortable on the couch, with the woman laying her head on his chest. He then placed his head on top of hers. He spoke in a much softer voice, as if it was only meant for the two of them to hear.

"Good night sissy," he said in a whispered tone, as Lilith's magic picked up his voice. The woman rolled her eyes, playfully hitting his chest.

"You're such a jerk, I should buy a new brother," she commented with a small laugh and playful roll of the eyes.

The male leaned away with a faked offended, look, before scooting back in. "But really good night," he said after a while as the woman's voice broke the silence.

"What would you do if we just died in our sleep?" she asked, sounding quite sinister even for sinners, watching. Sure enough, the video had caught Charlie's attention a while ago. That made her heart sink, knowing that this scene was about to become painful for the two siblings when they died, there would be no sense of peace. No, it would be complete chaos

"At least I would have you," the male voice was soft and caring as he cradled his little sister in his arms. "You're an amazing person," he continued, "And i can't wait to see who we become in our next life, and if we die in our sleep, this is a good last memory." The woman looked up at her big brother, happy that they were twins. She would not trade their reincarnations for anything, even an afterlife.

"You're so cheesy," she quipped with a grin, leaning her head back on him.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yande.re #alastor #vaggie #angel dust #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #fem y/n

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cherryrainn · 11 months

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Hazbin Hotel (specifically Alastor) songfic with a female reader completely based off the Hell's Coming With Me (poor man's poison) song???? Like, Maybe reader was a huge and powerful overlord who died in the 1700 or so (like in end of the western era) and basically was a very feared thief and killer when alive so when she finally died (she got caught and they put her on the train tracks) and came to the underworld she was hell of a powerful demon. And like when Alastor came to the picture after he died he and reader hated each other to death but in a respectful way (like they hated each other because they were a good rival) until one day Alastor finally 'killed' the reader. And what happens in the fic is that reader comes back decades after 'being killed', and she is now an even more powerfull being??

DUUDE!! I LOVE THIS SONG IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS OH MY GOD

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— hell's comin' with me

alastor x female reader (platonic)

song link; click here

in the crimson depths of hell's domain, you, a once-feared outlaw who had perished in the final days of the wild west, roamed with an air of undeniable power. your reputation preceded you, even in the underworld. clad in dark leather, your eyes burned with a fierce determination, matching the intensity of your gun-slinging skills.

years later, after countless exploits in hell, a new figure emerged—a sinner known as alastor, he was a serial killer before he got to hell. his arrival in 1933 marked a turning point in the hierarchy of the underworld. alastor, with his dapper appearance and sinister grin, quickly made his mark among the denizens of hell.

they all laughed as he turned around slow

the denizens of hell chuckled mockingly as alastor, the charismatic demon overlord, turned around slowly, his signature smile playing upon his lips. their laughter filled the air, underestimating the power that lay beneath his charming facade.

but you, stood apart from the crowd, a knowing smirk on your face. while the others laughed, you recognized the depths of alastor's cunning and the danger he posed.

they said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore

as the denizens of hell continued to laugh, their voices echoing through the darkened corridors, alastor's smile widened. the amusement of the crowd was but fuel to his twisted desires.

you just might as well go

with a wave of his hand, alastor's sinister power surged forth, engulfing those who had dared to mock him. the once boisterous laughter turned into terrified screams as their bodies contorted and twisted under the weight of their own fear.

he wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees

alastor wiped the blood from his face with a gloved hand, his grin never wavering even in the face of his recent carnage. the room was now a tableau of macabre artistry, the lifeless bodies scattered like discarded puppets.

a hush fell over the chamber, broken only by the echoes of his own laughter. the metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, a reminder of the power he had unleashed upon those who dared to mock him.

he said, i'll be back when you least expect it

alastor's reputation reached your ears, and a sense of rivalry ignited within you. the stories of his power and charm resonated with your own thirst for dominance. although you had arrived in hell long before him, fate had woven a tale that would eventually intertwine your destinies.

and hell's coming with me

as time passed, whispers of your rivalry echoed through the depths of hell. demons watched with bated breath, intrigued by the clash of two formidable forces. your encounters were marked by tense standoffs and battles of wits, each trying to outmaneuver the other.

hell's coming with me

one day, with alastor and his dapper figure standing tall amidst the aftermath, locked eyes with you, the formidable outlaw who had found her place in hell.

"there is a hill at the bottom of the valley"

the words echoed in your mind, a haunting reminder of the fate that awaited all souls in this realm.

"where all the poor souls go when they die"

a tension hung in the air as alastor and you locked eyes.

and if you listen real close,

you can hear 'em like a ghost,

saying you're never gonna make it out alive.

a flicker of amusement danced across alastor's face, his voice dripping with sardonic charm. "ah, my dear rival, it seems the spirits themselves have spoken. can't you hear them? the echoes of doubt, whispering that your demise is inevitable."

your gaze narrowed, determination burning in your eyes. "don't mistake their voices for truth, alastor. i've faced death before, and i've always come out on top." you smirked.

a wicked grin curled alastor's lips as he leaned in, his voice laced with mocking condescension. "oh, how entertaining it is to witness your misplaced confidence. the town at the bottom of the hill, the secret they keep... you think you can defy them all? you underestimate the power that resides within their grasp."

there is a town at the bottom of that hill,

they got a secret that they keep like a slave.

they got a black magic preacher,

we'd do well to let him teach her.

you'll be heading up that hill to the grave.

the tension between alastor and you reached its boiling point, escalating into a full-blown clash.

and it is well, with my soul,

with lightning speed, you drew your gun, which was technically a part of you as it just came down with you, the power it held was amazing. your movements fluid and precise. the room reverberated with the resounding echoes of gunfire, as bullets whizzed through the air, each aimed with deadly accuracy. alastor, equally skilled and nimble, danced through the chaos, evading your shots with a devilish grace.

you line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor

the clash of power and skill was a sight to behold, as the air crackled with energy. each blow you landed, each bullet that found its mark, only seemed to fuel alastor's determination. his grin widened, a glimmer of sadistic delight dancing in his eyes.

despite your formidable abilities, alastor seemed to possess an otherworldly strength, a power that surpassed limits. blow after blow, he deflected your attacks with unnerving ease, countering with a ferocity that left you reeling.

the wounds you inflicted upon each other painted a macabre tapestry on your bodies, a testament to the brutal struggle for dominance. but even in the face of adversity, neither of you backed down.

yet, in a moment of unforeseen precision, alastor seized an opening. his movements became a blur, an unstoppable force that overwhelmed your defenses. with a final strike, he delivered a blow that sent you sprawling to the ground.

and on your way down the hill, you hear me ring that bell

the room fell into an eerie silence as alastor stood over you, his victory palpable in the air. the fight had taken its toll, and your body lay motionless on the cold, unforgiving ground.

a wicked smile curved alastor's lips as he observed his fallen rival. his voice dripped with cruel satisfaction. "oh, how the mighty have fallen. your skills were impressive, but in the end, my dominance reigns supreme."

the battle had come to a devastating conclusion, and the denizens of hell watched in a mixture of awe and terror. alastor's victory was undeniable

and the price he paid for challenging you was steep.

i'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul

decades had passed since the fateful encounter that led to your supposed demise. but now, in a twist of fate, you returned to the realm of hell, and transformed into an even more powerful being. as you ventured through the hellscape, your presence went unnoticed by alastor and the other inhabitants.

there was a drifter passing through that little valley

at first, you reveled in the anonymity, relishing the element of surprise that shrouded your true identity.

she had promised she was coming back to town

alastor and the denizens of hell had no inkling that the being before them was the same one they believed to have perished long ago.

they didn't know her by her face, or by the gun around her waist.

with each passing encounter, you showcased newfound strength and abilities that surpassed anything they had witnessed before. your presence was a force to be reckoned with, leaving those around you awestruck and uncertain of the true nature of your being.

but she come back to burn that town to the ground

in the aftermath of chaos, fire engulfed the once-proud "town" billowing smoke rising to the neverending sky.

first there was fire, then there was smoke, then that preacher man was hangin' by a rope.

alastor, drawn by the carnage, arrived at the scene, his eyes scanning the destruction with a mix of curiosity and concern. and amidst the ruins, a figure emerged, cloaked in darkness, the embodiment of vengeance.

yeah, destruction was normal here,

but it ever wasn't this bad.

then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter

as the chaos settled, the townsfolk, once arrogant and prideful, now humbled by their impending demise, fell to their knees in desperate supplication. they pleaded for mercy from the drifter they had wronged, their voices laced with fear and regret.

no sinner could actually kill these folk. what was going on?

begged her please, as she raised her fist before she spoke

as the smoke cleared, your figure emerged from the shadows, a manifestation of both righteous fury and an unforgiving darkness. alastor's gaze locked onto you, a flicker of understanding crossing his face.

"i am the righteous hand of god, and i am the devil that you forgot!"

your voice resonated with a newfound authority, each word punctuating the truth that had been hidden for so long.

and i told you one day you will see

that i'll be back i guarantee

and that hell's coming, hell's coming,

hell, hell's coming with me.

your eyes locked onto alastor's, both filled with the weight of their respective histories. in that moment, the intensity of your shared animosity hung thick in the air. a brief exchange of words passed between you, laden with a mixture of bitterness and respect.

and it is well, with my soul,

you line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor.

"you've returned, my dear rival," alastor drawled, a hint of intrigue mingling with his ever-present smirk.

"i've come to claim what is rightfully mine," you replied, your voice tinged with a steely resolve.

the clash began, a symphony of power and skill. blow after blow, your strength surpassed even alastor's expectations,

and on your way down to hell, you hear me ring that bell

your relentless assault pushed alastor to his limits, the battle teetering on a razor's edge.

the moment of truth arrived, the battle reaching its climax. you easily had alastor cornered, victory within your grasp. but as your eyes locked with his, something stirred within you—a flicker of recognition and a shared history that transcended the present.

in that fleeting moment, a decision was made. without uttering a single word, you spared him, stepping back and relinquishing the opportunity for a final strike with a growl.

and i said,

hell's coming with me.

with a nod of acknowledgment, you walked away, leaving the fallen demon behind.

alastor watched as you walked away, a mixture of curiosity and a renewed sense of purpose ignited within him, the encounter with you shifting his perspective in unforeseen ways.

he sighs, leaning his head backwards and against the ground.

"well, my dear outlaw. i must say, you've proven to be quite the enigma, to spare me when victory was within your grasp, that's a choice that defies the very essence of our rivalry."

note; my 2nd songfic with alastor. i just wanna say, i had the time of my life writing this! it was so much fun, can't wait for more requests like this one in the future!

#alastor #y/n #reader insert #x reader #hazbin hotel #songfic #THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN #i love this so much #hell's comin with me #western era #female reader #fem reader #alastor x reader #platonic #ask #hazbin hotel oneshot #hazbin hotel x reader

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puhmpken · 1 month

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This has been edited + proofread! 🥳🍾

WRITTEN/EDITED BY: @puhmpkins-blog 🎃

W/C: 1,400

A/N: Yay my first actual story! I have been wanting to publish this, I just didn’t know where to start! I really hope you enjoy :))

༻Prologue: The Ominous Welcome༺

The wind gushed in your ears as you felt the breeze pass through your scalp..

Am I falling?

You had that one moment of thought before thick red grass covered your vision and the thick sensation impact started a burning sensation from all around your body as you began to cough, struggling to grasp air , turning to your back..you laid on the grassy ground motionless

Questions swirled your head as you stared up to the red sky. Your mind was loud only finding relief when listening to the sound of the dry breeze that would pass and the ruffles of dead’s leafs that would kick up off the ground and move with the drift, slowly you sat up as you finally looked around at your surroundings.

You were in a what look to be a forest or swap of some type, the way the trees laid sprawled and sort of visible dirt road with the tracks of who walked through the area

Standing up, and brushing yourself off you noticed the attire you were wearing: a ruffled black skirt with a slight hole in the hem towards the bottom with a neutral color off the shoulders sweater.

Your walk is somewhat shaky when making your way slowly to a nearby pond, getting close to the what seemed to be swampy water you saw a reflection..

“WHO IS THAT!?!!” panickingly moving away from the water with look of bewilderment written all over your face,

Creeping back to the water and poking your head slowly into frame and seeing the reflection mimic your actions

“That’s ME?!” You exclaimed as you got close to it raising a hand slowly you touch your face as your reflection mimic your actions

“I feel so different..” You said gently grabbing on your face and moving it side to side, looking at your finer and sharper features.You were on earth before this, you could’ve sworn you were a human but now you're a creature of some sort.

Your regular teeth were replaced with pointy sharp teeth that looked like it could tear through any type of texture, your once bright (e/c) was replaced with a orangey green color, your pupils change dramatically to now being diagonal slits, your once (s/t) was now a pale bluish purple color, it resembled the same type of color as if you were suffocating and your hair stay relatively the same the only difference is it got a bit long, natural if went to your (h/t) but now it went all the way to your upper back past your shoulders

Without a moment of hesitation you shot yourself away from the pond breathing in a heavy breathe as you huffed out, “Okay this is nothing I can’t get use too” You said to yourself as you were mentally panicking holding your hands together in-front of you, you slightly shake as you began walking following the dirt road

Moments pass before you hit a clearing, you could hear now in the distances the bustling sound of a city or hopeful people which was a good sign, you continued following the direction of noise

“Wow..” You breathed out as you pushed past the big red bushes that separated the swamp from the city. You took in the site of where you were at a bustling big city, as you gawked with no thought, you were standing on a busy sidewalk taking in the views before being stumbling with your steps ‘did i just get pushed?’ you question in your head before hearing out loud a starkly comment

“Move your ass. We are trying to walk, you stupid bitch!” You immediately took a double take, cracking your head to the person that shoved you as you gave the look of displeasure before scoffing and rolling your eyes, you follow the sidewalk

Your lost in your own mind as you took everything in the billboards, the streets building, the cars! Practically everything, you walked aimlessly before your eyes caught the sight of a big building with lights emitting off of it as the words read in bold

“NEXT EXTERMINATION DAY

80 DAYS”

You raised your eyebrow ‘extermination day?’ you questioned out as you began to walk past the building

Hours felt like they passed by in minutes and your aching legs told you to stop and rest up for a second. Not having much of a choice you look at the building that was close to you before shrugging your shoulders

‘This will be good enough’ You thought as you walk into the bar the first thing you heard was the sound of steady jazz playing as their was chatter but not to overly loud, you looked around before you made your way to the bar counter taking a seat at a empty spot next to some strangers that you didn’t pay mind too. Looking around you noticed all the different types of creatures you were around, having a puzzled look written on your face your trance was broke with a stern

“Hey, you ordering’ or are you just going to sit” A ruffy voice bartender said, your eyes meant yellow eyes with the puilps being slits that momentarily freaking you out, before getting a better look. The person or in now this case the cat bartender, had many feline features you chalk up looking at the face, he look like a common house cat with a bow and black top hat

You shook your head as you heard him say with annoyance “Well..”

“No, no. I don’t have money..” Your voice was quiet and under your breath if it wasn’t for his cat ears the bartender would’ve never heard you,

“So you just came here to seat?” He question with a dead tone as his eyebrows ruffle together the look of confusion was evident on his face before he roll his eyes and grimace something under his breath

Assuming that was your cue to leave, you began to raise from your cushion seat only to have a short glass cup be placed down in-front of you making you look down at the drink, then the cat bartender, shaking your head you move the drink away from you politely

“I can’t pay for it” You said as the cup was moved back to infront of you as the bartender stood semi in-front of you as he cleaned out a wet glass cup with a red rag

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house” He said as he looked at your figure standing half way up as you nervously chuckle a bit before sitting down

“Huskier” He said as he watched you eye the drink before lifting it and taking a sip of it, you didn’t taste alcohol in fact you actually just taste.. “Is this juice?” You questioned before going in for another sip pointing to the drink, as you place the cup down on the wooden bar counter “Oh! I am also y/n” you spouted out with a smile displaying your sharp teeth as the bartender look at you before looking away once you seen his eyes drift to your sharp teeth making you immediately stop smiling and going to a close grin, he nodded his head putting down the now dry glass cup

“It is.” He said kinda clearing his throat “Thought you can use it.” He said, focusing on grabbing the bottles he needs before starting up the conversation again catching your attention immediately, “You're new around here aren’t you?” He said as he began to work on what you assume to be a drink, adding stuff to a metal cup before putting a top on it and shaking it up and down close to his body

Watching his moves with curiosity written in your eyes you answer

“I am! I actually just got here”

“I see..” He said before pausing and then continuing “Well best not to go around telling other sinners that..easily” He said with a dry chuckle as he poured out a drink from the cup he was previously shaking “They’ll eat you alive, of course in a literal sense.” with a sly smirk coming to his face as he look over too you

Confusion plagued your face, “They'll eat me?” You repeat back to him using his own words with a tone laced with confusion

“You're in hell.”

EXTRA!!EXTRA!!

Husk: So, you’re a liquor kind of gal, eh? *slides a shot across the bar*

Y/N: Um, well, I’ve had a few drinks as a human, but never something as hardcore as a straight shot…

Husk: Ah, a virgin liver!*dry laughs* Well! Here’s your initiation. Bottoms up~!

[Later, on the dance floor]

Drunk Y/N: Husk!! Look at meee! Do you see me meow~?! *slurs with a grin and giggling uncontrollably*

Husk: *facepalms* Oh, for fuck sake…

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