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A couple of my faves are: jjk, tokyo revengers, my hero academia, demon slayer, Naruto, one piece, genshin impact, among others. Tumblr doesn't let me put my naughty stuff here (since they already shadow banned me once lol) so you'll have to go to my Patreon for a more fulfilling experience, there you will find complete stories with nsfw art and animations (like this one). If you got some extra cash that you can spare, I promise you won't be disappointed ♡

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So don't be shy and reblog your ass out lol By the way if you are a minor do not interact with my blog, I don't allow minors since the stuff I write its pretty much, adult content.

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♡ TOKYO REVENGERS ♡

MIKEY X READER X DRAKEN: PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9

MIKEY X READER: PART 1 / PART 2

MITSUYA TAKASHI X READER: PART 1 / PART 2

VAMPIRE AU! MIKEY X READER X SHINICHIRO: PART 1 / PART 2

ALPHA! MIKEY X OMEGA! READER: MY OMEGA

MIKEY/DRAKEN/BAJI/MITSUYA/SHINICHIRO X READER: LEARNING TO SHARE

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

MITSUYA TAKASHI X READER: CHOKE ME

♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN ♡

SUGURU GETO X READER: MINE

TOJI FUSHIGURO X READER: OH BABY

YUTA X READER: YOURS

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X READER: LOVE ME

KNIGHT! SUKUNA X PRINCESS! READER: MY PRINCESS

SATORU X READER X SUGURU: OURS

ALL! JJK MEN X READER (ISEKAI): BE OUR WORLD

GOJO X READER X GETO (My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

Jealous! Gojo Satoru

How would the JJK guys react to you getting their lips tattooed on you

Obsessed! Yuji and Sukuna

Obsessed! Nanami Kento

Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto

♡ MY HERO ACADEMIA ♡

HAWKS X DABI: JAIL TIME IN MY LAP

HAWKS X READER

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12 / PART 13 / PART 14 / PART 15

BAKUGOU & DABI X READER: CHOOSE ME

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

Things they say when in bed with you (Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki)

[The living room of the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor is sitting comfortably in an armchair, one leg crossed over the other. Y/N, standing nearby, has a handful of rings, ready to play a game of ring toss with Alastor's antlers.]

Y/N: (Throws a ring, aiming for Alastor's antlers, but it misses and hits him on the head.)

Alastor: (Without flinching, in a cheerful tone) My dear, if you wanted my attention, you could've just asked. But I must say, I've never been part of such a unique carnival game before.

Y/N: (Throws another ring, which bounces off his antlers and lands on the floor.)

Alastor: (Smirking) Ah, so close! You're getting better. At this rate, you might even win a stuffed demon by the end of the century.

Y/N: (Laughs) Come on, Alastor, hold still. I almost had it that time!

Alastor: (Chuckling) Darling, I am the very picture of stillness. It's your aim that's more unpredictable than a sinner in a confessional.

Y/N: (Throws another ring, this one hitting Alastor squarely in the forehead.)

Alastor: (Feigning shock) Oh, bullseye! Though I must say, your accuracy with insults is far more impressive. But do carry on; this is the most entertainment I've had since the last apocalypse.

Y/N: (Grinning) Just you wait, I'll get one on there.

Alastor: (Laughs heartily) I'm sure you will, my dear. And when you do, I'll even let you choose the next twisted little game we play. Just remember, I always have a few tricks up my sleeves... or should I say, antlers?

[The scene ends with Y/N tossing another ring, determined to win the game, while Alastor continues to enjoy the playful banter.]

gen z are like "we're bringing early 2000s back" ok then commit

psst. law would definitely take his heart out if you're curious about it. he'd put it right in the palm of your hand and watch you study it from all angles. kiss it gently to make him blush.

CW: canon typical body horror (idk law gives you his heart its tame lmao)

Law giving you his physical heart??? This is some freaky shit and i am here for it

Law must really trust you if he would willingly give you his heart. I can see him taking out 100 more pirate hearts to give to you before he hands you his own. 

Hearts are such a vulnerable organ. Each beat works to keep you alive. And yet, there it is. Right in the palm of your hands. It truly is such a defenseless thing– one squeeze and you can have him hunched over, yelling in pain. Just one rougher poke could have him reeling and at your mercy. 

But you wouldn’t do that, would you? Because this very heart in your hand goes to show how much Law has grown to trust you. Law knows that you understand the gravity of this gesture, the vulnerability it represents. 

You would turn the heart over in your hand, feeling its warmth, its thumping as it beats against your hand. It’s mesmerizing to say the least. To hold the very core of someone's life in your hands. It’s almost too easy to make a joke about the moment or to tease him, but something about this moment just feels sacred. You could almost feel Law’s eyes boring into you, watching, waiting to see what you’ll do with it.

When you lean in and kiss the organ gently, this does catch him off guard. You watch as the blush creeps across his cheeks at the gesture. You don’t need to see him to see that he is flustered, as you have the evidence right in your hand. The heart starts to beat faster, evidence of the effect that the gesture had on him.

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist!!

One Piece MasterList!

Helluva Boss Masterlist

🌹: Platonic

♥️: Romantic

☠️: Angst

🔥: NSFW

RULES

*I will only write Male Readers for Angel Dust.

👑Charlie:

♥️Sweet As Candy

🌹First Meetings

🎰Husk:

🌹/♥️Long Nights And Catnip

🦌Alastor:

♥️Burning The Midnight Oil

♥️Dreamers Don't Dream

♥️Formal Disappearance

♥️Shedding Season

🔥Levitating

🌹What A Weird Cat

♥️This Broken Body

🌹/♥️Carelessly Curious

♥️Monster In The Woods

🌹/♥️An Angry Deer and New Horns

♥️Let The Game Begin

🔥The One Who Cried Deer

☠️Despite Everything

♥️Family Man

☠️/♥️It's Still You

🔥The Best Medicine

♥️/☠️The Monster That Lurked

🔥Dancing The Night Away

🌹/♥️Supply Run

🌹/♥️Bodyguard Or Babysitter?

🎀Vaggie:

🕷️Angel Dust:

♥️Harder Than It Looks

♥️Rose Colored Boy

🌹/♥️Kisses

♥️The Red String of What?, Part Two

♥️Movie Night

🌹Work Day Blues

♥️Cold Nights

♥️The Best Way To Comfort

♥️Best Dads

♥️/🔥One Of A Kind Show

♥️Sleep Headcanons

🍎Lucifer:

🔥Lay All Your Love On Me:

♥️Family Man

♥️First Meetings

🎸Adam:

♥️Minecraft Shenanigans

♥️/🔥Drunken Mess

🔥Party Like A Rockstar

♥️Horror Movies

Ships X Reader:

AppleRadio:

♥️Sweet as Apple Pie

Chaggie:

♥️Love Triangle? No Love Circle

♥️A Whole Lot Of Love

♥️Horns And Hooves

HuskerDust:

♥️Rough Days = More Snuggles

♥️/🔥Their Favorite Distraction

Cursed Cat Alastor:

🌹What A Weird Cat

🌹Carelessly Curious

🌹An Angry Deer and New Horns

🌹Careful, Baby On Board

🌹Supply Run

🌹Bodyguard Or Babysitter?

Hazbin Men

🌹/♥️Facial Hair

Carelessly Curious

Cursed Cat Alastor Fic

Ft. Alastor x GN! Reader

A/N: More cursed cat Alastor cause it’s 2:38am and I’m having to stay up all night.

TW: Blood, talks of eating a body (mostly Cursed Cat Alastor), Alastor x GN!Reader shenanigans.

The few times your little cat friend was around and the one time Alastor got jealous.

You noticed a trend with the weird cat thing that looked like Alastor, everywhere you went the cat was not far behind. The only exception was if Alastor was actually near you, the cat would be behind a corner or a door watching every move. You would find it creepy but..it does the exact same thing Alastor does. It just stands and stares like Alastor when he doesn’t have anything particular to say or he’s trying to gauge how the room is.

Satan forbid if Lucifer got too close to you, the cat would literally start to vibrate as static and eerie growls left its mouth. It even tried to bite the King. You kept apologizing to him, having to rightfully shoo the cat away so you could have a conversation with Lucifer. Only for the cat to come back with a vengeance of 30 angry men.

Your favorite thing about the cat is how it just tends to take up the space in your lap if you're not busy- or whenever you're extremely busy with helping the front desk answer calls. It’s favorite thing (or you thought) was when it brought you body parts from the people it killed. It always sucked having to get blood out of your clothes, but Alastor was always helpful with that situation. The cat always dropped it in your lap staring at you but then realized you didn’t eat demon flesh and in turn devoured the limb easily bone and all.

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The next few hours of your day had passed by slowly as you did your routine around the hotel, soft tip taps of paws following after you as a soft hum of radio static. Then the soft taps stopped as Alastor appeared next to you, pulling you into a slow dance by carefully spinning you around until you leaned into his arms, soft jazz playing from his microphone. You immediately smiled, leaning your head against his chest as he hummed along to the music. “No broadcast today?” You asked after a while leaning back as the soft tune turned into something more upbeat, practically beating him to his own game. 

He chuckled, easily guiding you along into the dance, “Not today~” He whispered out and you finally realized that his usual attire had changed. The once red button up shirt was changed into a white one and his jacket was nowhere to be found, black slacks adorned his new outfit. You rarely saw him change into something other than his own red suit, you didn’t bring too much attention to it. A comfortable silence lulled between the both of you as the dance ended with him easily dipping you, leaving a gentle kiss upon your lips. The rest of the day was spent dancing away with him between fast paced dances that almost made you trip over your own feet to keep up with him to slow dances that made you sleepy.

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You don’t remember when you fell asleep or how you woke up in your own bed, soft jazz playing from your radio. You tried to sit up but realized there was a weight on your chest and then a soft paw gently hit your head in retaliation to your movement. The cat (you still didn’t know if it was a cat) was laying on your chest purring loudly, radio static getting louder. “Sorry, sorry.” You whispered out laying back down and the static dissipated easily, the cat got resituated on your chest and slowly blinked it’s eyes towards you before looking away staring at a random wall as if it was protecting you.

You stared up at the ceiling for a while before the cat moved from your chest to the pillow next to you. Allowing you to slowly sit up stretching your back out and then your eyes landed on Alastor sitting in the armchair in your room, softly snoring as he leaned against his own hand. Slowly getting up, you walked over draping a blanket over his shoulders and taking the book from his lap making sure to mark his place for him when he woke back up.

~~

The next time you saw the cat watching you was when you were bathing. Minding your own business as you relaxed after a stressful day only to see a bright red ball of fluff glaring at the tub, back arched as it let out a loud hissing noise. You chuckled and shook your head, “It’s fine..just taking a bath.” You told the cat but it only sent you a glance and hissed once more the red fur on it puffing up almost comically. Now that made you laugh loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you looked away. 

Calming down from your laughing fit you reached a wet hand out towards the corner where the cat stood. The cat batted at your hand, hissing louder but it never actually hit you. “Oh so grumpy..you remind me of someone~” You cooed out, leaning back and smiling, glancing at the cat who now moved forward towards the tub. “Oh? Becoming adventurous?” 

The cat grumbled as loud static echoed through the room and it stood up on its hind legs to peer into the tub, watching the water. The next few seconds felt like a horror movie. Shadows wrapped around the poor little cat's frame and dropped it into the tub of warm water causing it to freak out and climb out of the tub. Then Alastor appeared, holding fresh clothes for you. A smirk played on his lips, “Careful..you're getting careless~” He growled towards the smaller cat who growled in return. You rolled your eyes, getting up and wrapping a towel around your frame and exiting the tub. “You’re so mean to my little protector.” You pouted towards Alastor who gently grabbed your cheek and squeezed it.

“Well you’re little protector is getting too chummy with you, Darling. I have to show him who your beloved is~”

Artemis' Hazbin Fanfic Masterlist ✨

Come find me on AO3

It is your responsibility to check all tags and warnings before reading. A reminder also that my blog is 18+. Minors - Do Not Interact with me or my content.

Ongoing

From One Hell to Another

[Link to full fic ^🔥]

Chapter 1 sneak peek

Chapter 2 sneak peek

Chapter 3 sneak peek

Chapter 4 sneak peek

Chapter 5 sneak peek

Chapter 6 WIP sneak peek

One Shots/Ask Prompts

The Importance of Aftercare [Alastor x Reader x Lucifer] NSFW

Dom!Alastor [Alastor x Reader] NSFW

Your Unlikely Hero [Alastor x Reader x Adam]

Your Unlikely Hero (Bonus Chapter!)

Vox & the Dangerous Game [Vox x Reader] NSFW

A Night on the Town [Platonic Rosie & Alastor]

Don't hesitate to reach out with prompt ideas! I am literally frothing at the mouth over the damn show so any way to expel this brainrot is greatly appreciated 🙏 Thank you all for your support 💖

Dividers by @cafekitsune

MasterList/Taglist

These are all hazbin hotel Alastor imagines!!!

finally!!!! Now you can find all writings for the Radio Demon❤️📻

Please comment so you can be added

Comment if so I can keep up to tag PLEASE

Some have warnings and others don’t so read at your own risk!!!!

Key notes:

MINORS IF YOU ARE NOT 16+(I’m giving grace) DO NOT READ OR COMMENT!!!!!!!!

Fem!= female bodied reader

Yan!= yandere

NSFW = smut (sexual content) 18+

Fluff= fluff fic

Ch= chubby reader

DC= dubious content

NC= non-consent

Plat= platonic pair

I might post these to A03 so please be on the lookout for!!!!

Alastor Requests

Acts of service

Cockwarming

Submissive Alastor

Jealous Alastor

A reminder to All

Love language

Deal of a lifetime

Short fluff

Perfect wife

Retired pornstar

Run Darlin

Appetence

Ears

In the club

Nonbinary

More like a cat

Not so big and bad

Valentine special ❤️

Valentine special 2❤️

Cannibalism 1 / Cannibalism 2

Ruined Redemption

Bagged a baddie

We meet again

Mornings after

His sweet melody

Snatch & saved

Pretty lady

Friends

3 in 1

Jealous hubby

Behind Bars

Need someone older

Short Alastor series

A Deal With God

Price to Pay

Anyway you want me baby

Dangerously in love

Always a Radio Star

~BLOOD & BLISS~

A03 - in bio will link later

Love you all😩 happy reading!!!!

His Dear (Pt1)

Since the synopsis got a bit over 600 notes sooner than I expected, figured I’d treat y’all the first chapter of “His Dear” by posting it two days early. As mentioned in my bio, new chapters will come out every Friday! So chapter two will come out next Friday, March 29th!!!

This is my first published piece I’m well, publishing online. This is a story/fanfic on non other than everyone’s favorite strawberry pimp/ radio demon, Alastor. This story does go back and forth between past time with Human!Alastor and to present time with Overlord!Alastor. This fanfic has already been privately written in my google documents but I’m changing it up a bit from the way I originally wrote it! I hope you guys like it! Italics means past tense with Human!Al and regular means present tense with Overlord!Al.

Warnings: murdering/killing (mentioned, no gore details), Mimzy (because she needs a warning, I'm not her biggest fan haha), & some swearing... let me know if I missed anything else!

I smiled as he twirled me around on the dance floor to the upbeat jazz music that was playing. I erupted in laughter as he caught me in his arms, nuzzling our noses together. “I’m glad you can keep up with me, my dear.” he smiled, placing his hand on my lower back. “Well, when your husband is the finest man in town, and a great dancer at that, I have to.” I rolled my eyes playfully as my wedding ring glistened under the light. His left hand reached up to my cheek, the metal of his wedding band feeling slightly cold to the touch. He leaned in, gently pressing a kiss onto my lips, and we smiled into the shared kiss. “Boy am I lucky as ever to have you as my wife, ma cherie.” he held me close as I rested my head right underneath his chin. “Oh you’re too much, mon amour. You flatter me too much.” I softly laughed, feeling his chest move from laughter.

Soon enough, I was pushed out of the way slightly from my husband and saw the short, annoying blonde flapper giggling as she held onto him, "Mimzy." I growled straight through my teeth as she held Alastor's hands to dance with him. "Oh, you're here, sweetheart. I didn't even see you." she huffed, swaying with my husband on the dance floor. I crossed my arms as Alastor just smiled at both of us. Mimzy never liked me, ever since the moment she found out Alastor had taken a big liking to me and we became an item. It was so obvious to the entirety of New Orleans that this famous flapper/ club owner had her heart set out on my husband from the moment they became friends. Alastor knew, but chose to keep her only as a friend and of course, pursued me and our relationship. I've attempted to keep it nice and civil with Mim but the flapper was just too petty and intimidated by me.... which she should be. I walked up to the pair, slightly shoving Mimzy out of the way. "I believe you interrupted my dance, ma'am." I tried to stay calm, but she always boiled my blood. I felt Alastor's lips going from my cheek to my neck, and I just threw a smirk at Mimzy. It was probably driving her insane that the man of her dreams is currently loving up on me.

"Anyways, I'm sure you have guests that have traveled to see you and share a drink, off you go." I huffed, turning to face my husband. I swore she cursed at me before storming off to the bar in the far corner. "My dear, you know she's only a friend." he assured me. "I know, my darling, but I don't like her." I simply smiled at Alastor, attempting to look all cute and innocent. He only chuckled as we continued swaying to the jazz music. Soon enough, we went to the bar and gathered with some friends from our local neighborhood. There was Tiffany and her husband, James along with another couple, Mary and Robert... just some folks who we consider a close circle. With my husband being a local personality, the greatest radio host in all of New Orleans, we did have to keep an image out in public. It was simple, everyone adored us and asked what our secret was to a fantastic marriage. They even questioned us about kids but Alastor and I realized we were perfectly content with it just being us two, for the time being. Alastor worked at the radio station with Robert and James, hence why I know their wives and we're all close friends. Alastor had finished his last glass of whiskey before informing me we must go home for the night. We didn't bother saying farewell to Mimzy, which I could care less about. I turned to scan the club, seeing her laugh with a group of guys surrounding her, as they did shots.

We said our farewell to our group of friends and we simply went home for the night. "Mon amour, I'm going to go wash up. I'll see you upstairs?" I asked, pouring him one small glass of whiskey. "I have some... business to take care of. I'll see you in a bit. Whatever happens, stay put. You know the rules." he sternly spoke as he reached out for the glass I finished pouring. He sipped on it as he made his way over our kitchen drawer, where our silverware was placed. He grabbed a big kitchen knife as he finished his whiskey, then turned to face me. I saw the flick of red in his eyes from the moonlight shining through our kitchen window and all I did was innocently smile, "Yes, darling. I understand. I will have your pajamas all laid out for when you return." he pressed his lips against mine and I fell into the kiss, then watched him disappear into the woods surrounding our house. I smiled to myself as I shut the front door behind him before going upstairs to wash up for bed. I removed my makeup and my outfit. I changed into my pajamas that I had recently bought and laid out Alastor's pajamas, like I told him I would, on his side of our shared bed. I swore I heard a blood-curling scream but I just silently laughed to myself before tucking myself into our bed. Our secret to the perfect marriage? If only the town of New Orleans knew how crazy in love and utterly insane we were together, as couple.

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taglist: @popamolly @jyoongim @breedemon @dasimp777 @roxxie-wolf

A/N: I genuinely feel like Human!Alastor is A LOT different from Alastor as the Radio Demon. My head canon of him is that he was probably affectionate and a total sweetheart compared to the way he is in Hell. I do wanna say, when I write any part with Demon!Alastor, he is aroace so I do remember and respect that part of his character yet he is still in a marriage with you in Hell. Yet again, I have no experience with someone who is aroace yet I am still learning more about it so I can write his character properly, bare with me, please and thank youuu!!! Also future parts will have sexual themes but no planned smut but I am still gonna put a “MDNI” warning because yeah, they need a warning. Also if you would like to be added to the tag list so you don’t miss a new chapter, comment and I’ll be sure to add you ♡

Alastor doodlessss (by meee)

I love his “looking at Nifty fondly” expression so much UG!! ❤️

my snippets

cute fluff hero x villain sexy time villain comes back for hero

dark/toxic romance possessive villain x defiant hero royal villain recaptures runaway hero

angst/whump villain finds hero dying hero begs royal villain for help villain has a mental breakdown villain dies in hero's arms villain takes away hero's memories - part two hero has a nightmare hero is forced to take care of villain villain has fallen ill hero can't control their power - part two villain holds hero's friend hostage - part two

other hero/villain dynamics villain finds out who hero really is hero infiltrates villain's base villain kisses hero mid-fight - part two hero saves villain from superhero hero struggles to fight villain - part two hero holds villain over a rooftop - part two

Masterlist

Request

Want to do

Hazbin & Helluva

One-shots

- Old man vs Iphone (Alastor x Reader)

- Tiny spider (Alastor x Reader)

Series

- The co-host (Alastor x Overlord!Reader) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]

Headcannons

- Stolas

Arcane

one shots

- The sunset between us (MyloxFem!Reader)

- In fire and anguish (VanderxFem!Reader)

- Legend of the horse (MyloxFem!Reader)

- Arcane Augmentation (ViktorxInventor!Fem!Reader)

Series

- Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader) [1] [2] [3]

Headcannons

- Close friends - Modern Au - Being taken in by silco

Detroit

Headcannons

- Connor&Hank

Rick and Morty

One-shots

- The only one (Rick x Fem!reader)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Series

- Fish out of water (Arthur x OcPirate!Fem!Reader) [0] [1]

One shots

- Stray (Mentor!Hosea x Child!Reader) - Colter (Hosea x MaleReader)

I wanted to hope on board the #CursedCatAlastor wagon over on Twitter, even if I was a bit late. It's just so perfectly stupid. 😂

Going on anon bc this is a bit messed up but can you write Alastor x reader where Alastor uses sex as a form of torture?

Fuck your God and His Righteous Hand(s)

Synopsis: Hasn't Alastor always been such generous partner? Hasn't He always provided for you? Given you everything and anything you ever wanted? Except for your freedom of course.

The night you decide to run away from his graciousness, you find out just how generous he could be.

Warnings: noncon, forced relationship, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, physical harm to reader, degradation, smut, over stimulation, tentacles are used (I probably missed a lot, let me know)

Tags: Alastor x fem!reader; dead dove do not eat

MDNI

Your heart beat loudly against your chest, your breath ragged and heavy. Branches and twigs snapped and broke and fell all around you as you ran.

Not that you could hear any of it over the overwhelming sound of static flooding your ears. 

As if the dark wasn't terrifying enough, you had to stumble through the woods with tears blurring your vision too. Arm stretched in front of you, swatting away vines in your path as you desperately tried to get away.

You had to get away.

You couldn't get away.

You could almost feel the ground shake beneath your feet. You could almost feel his breath that skimmed the back of your head. There was no use in running, but run you did anyway.

You kept running even when you felt his clawed fingers grab at your shirt; the fabric tearing easily.

You kept running even when you could hear his voice right by your ear. "I think it's in your best interest not to anger me any more, darling."

You couldn't keep running when a heavy, velvety tentacle wrapped around your ankle; your breath knocked out of you as you tumbled onto the forest floor.

Your hand outstretched, palm reaching into the darkness. It was a terrifying, unknown, and threatening darkness—but to you it still meant freedom.

That was the last clear thing you saw before you landed flat on your stomach, the weight of your failed escape weighing you down more than the dark shadow around your leg. 

He was laughing.

He was out of breath, panting almost as heavily as you were, but he was laughing.

You heard the crunch of leaves and twigs as he approached your collapsed form. No longer rushing, no longer frantic. He seemed to take his time as he walked towards you, now that he's sure you couldn't get away.

Still, the tentacle holding you down tightened—a warning not to try anything again.

Not that you could. The moment of rest allowed to you as you laid on the ground, made the pain and exhaustion of your body much too apparent for your liking. Your legs felt like led, the numerous scratches from who-knows-where all sung in a harmony of stinging pain.

Even when you knew you couldn't run anymore, your mind frantically whirled through ideas. You tried to think of something, anything, to keep away from the Radio Demon.

At least until his shoes finally came into your view; the red accents bright against the inky darkness. They stopped right by your head, and suddenly it felt too dangerous to even think.

You found the dirt and mud of the forest floor much more appealing than having to look Alastor in the eye, so you kept your head down. Your head shrunk into the ground as the man looked down on you.

"I must admit, I hadn't expected you to run." Alastor said, still a hint of laughter in his tone. Had you looked up then, you would have seen just how much of a mess you've made of the demon. His hand pushed his red hair back from his forehead, sweat trickled down the side of his neck. 

But it wasn't his unusual state of exhaustion that would have been shocking if you looked at him right now. No, what would have been surprising—what would have been unnerving— was the wild, desperate look in his glowing red eyes.

While you were scared, desperate to get away.

He was terrified, desperate to get you back.

The view of your small figure as you weaved through trees, dipping in and out of his sight had filled him with such cold, heavy dread.

Almost as much as the sight of your hand nearly meeting that of another demon's.

"Oh! But you're so filled of the unexpected today, aren't you, darling?" You could hear the spite in his tone, but you didn't dare raise your head.

You felt him step closer.

"I mean, I hadn't expected you to try to sell your soul to another demon, either." You cringed, lifting your arms over your ears as the static warped his voice terribly.

You felt a heavy weight on the back of your head. It rested there briefly, before it shoved you down further into the dirt. Your face pressed down into the mud, but you didn't dare fight back. You didn't dare move. The most reaction you allowed yourself was a small whimper of fear.

The sound fueled Alastor's rage, already barely kept under the surface of his smile. His eye twitched in annoyance. Why were you shaking? Why were you afraid? 

Shouldn't you be kissing the foot on your head right now? Shouldn't you be thanking him for saving you from making a terrible mistake? A soul as unique as yours would have been wasted on a demon like that. 

This ungrateful behavior, this attempt to leave him, just wouldn't do.

His foot left the back of your head, but it allowed no relief. The black tentacle wrapped around your leg swiftly yanked you up.

Your eyes widened in shock and your hands dug into the ground in an attempt to stay there. But it isn't a surprise that your flimsy resistance was easily broken through. The world soon turned into a dizzying blur of colors as you were lifted into the air. The trees floated from above and the sky was a muddy mess of leaves and roots, your arms hung limply above your head. The blood that now rushed to your head didn't help you in making much sense of what was happening.

But none of that mattered when your eyes finally met Alastor's.

As you were held up by your leg, upside down in the air, Alastor's usual wide smile looked like a snarling frown. His narrowed eyes did nothing to help the fear that quickly ate its way through you.

It was silent for a moment. Tension so thick in the air that you found it so terribly difficult to breathe.

But when he finally spoke, you thought to yourself how you actually preferred the suspenseful quiet.

"Have I not been the perfect partner?" Alastor asked. The static over his voice now eerily back to the usual amount. His tone was cheery, light, like this was just another early morning chit chat over breakfast between the two of you.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak.

The black appendage holding you up tightened, your skin already beginning to bruise. Although, it seemed that was the only indicator of Alastor's true mood, as the demon remained composed in front of you.

"Have I not given you everything you wanted?" He asked as he brought you closer to him.

When you didn't respond he brought his clawed hand up to your face. 

You flinched, feeling his cold skin against yours, fearing that he'd tear right through your flesh. 

But his touch was gentle. His fingers softly brushed away the mud and grime from your cheek. 

"I've bought you everything you liked. I've protected you. Fed you." His voice was so soft, soothing. Like an old radio show you would have listened to while you drifted off to a restful slumber. 

"I've even fucked you through your pathetic little heats." His claws dug into your skin. Blood gushed down your face, the scarlet liquid stung your eye even as you clenched it closed. 

"I've spared useless, disgusting sinners on your request. I've played nice for you. I've given you everything." His hand shifted from your cheek to your neck, his grip tight, threatening.

The static over his voice once again horrid as it deafened you. His eyes, now drowned in black, narrowed into a glare at your form.

Your hands flew to your throat, pulling at Alastor's fingers. "Please, I'm sorry, Al!" You begged as you struggled. Your body flailed and squirmed as he held you above him, looking almost like a fish torn from the sea, desperate to breathe.

"Oh you're sorry?" Alastor's head titled to one side as he watched you. "That absolutely changes everything then!" He said cheerily, mockingly.

The tentacle holding you up loosened out of nowhere, sending you down into the mud for a second time that night.

You managed to keep yourself up by your arms as you greedily heaved in air back into your lungs. Your head still spun from the rush of blood, and you felt like you were about to vomit out whatever flesh Alastor made you eat earlier that day.

You felt something at your chin—Alastor's microphone it seemed—and it tilted your face towards him. Your teary eyes met his cheerful ones, and your chest tightened. It's been a long time since you've even stepped outside, but you now felt more trapped than you ever have before.

He bent down, lowering his face closer to yours as he smiled down at you. 

"Since it seems like I've neglected my dear darling partner for so long that they've decided to seek attention elsewhere, I think it's best to spend some nice quality time together. Don't you think that'd be nice, sweetheart?" Alastor's voice held no threats. Promises. Only promises.

You shook your head no before he even finished talking. A desperate shaking hand reached up to him. "No, please. Al. Anywhere but the radio tower again. Please."

"Don't worry, doll. This time will a bit different." He assured.

You moved quickly, hurriedly, scrambling to your knees ready to beg at his feet. But before you could even part your lips to start, Alastor had both of you melted into shadows.

You re-materialize in the one place that haunted your dreams. The one place in Hell that truly, actually, did feel like hell to you.

Your blood felt frozen as you remained on the floor. Eyes wide in fear as you stared at the control panel.

Alastor turned his back to you, humming cheerfully, nonchalantly, as he made his way towards the main seat. "There's no need to look so alarmed," He said, you could almost hear the way his eyes rolled at your stupid expression. "We won't be having any special guests for this broadcast."

You finally tore your eyes away from the contraptions. Your gaze landing on Alastor's wide back as he slowly removed his coat. "You...you won't be torturing some poor soul?" You asked confused—and admittedly a little hopeful.

You couldn't count the horrible days he had made you sit and watch and listen as he took his sweet time tearing souls apart. How he joyously broadcasted the tortured screams for his Hell's entertainment.

Alastor's grin widened, stretched just a tad bit too far, before he turned his head to look back at you.

"Oh," Heavy static morphed his voice once more. "I didn't say that."

You didn't have time to react before his tentacles sprouted from his back, his inner shirt ripping to make way for them. They grabbed at your limbs, slithering around to get a tight hold as they pulled you to him.

A scream ripped from your throat at the sheer suddenness of it, and it made Alastor's heart leap in his chest. Oh how he loved those adorable reactions of yours.

"That is delightful! But do save your voice, dear. I do have to start us off first," He said gleefully as he turned around to fiddle with the controls.

You heart sunk. Eyes wide as the realization hit you. He wasn't going to force you to listen to someone being tortured. 

"Alastor, wait—"

"Why hello, you wayward sinners! Hope everyone's having a wonderfully hellish time right now, because boy do I have quite the treat to make your evenings even better!" Alastor spoke into the mic, his eyes gone black as he held your gaze. "Yes, indeed, this one is going to be very special." 

"Al, please—" You bit your lip, cutting off whatever pleas you were going to throw at him.

One of his tentacles pressed against your clothed mound as the others held you in the air. It quickly worked its way under your bottoms, ripping through it easily and exposing you to Alastor's lazy gaze. 

"Don't, please. I'm so sorry, Al. I won't do it again, I promise, please." You whispered, not wanting all of Hell to hear how you begged for mercy.

"What's that, darling? I'm afraid you'll have to be a little louder for our lovely, horrid, listeners." Alastor mocked, just as the tentacle between your legs started to slide between your folds. Another made quick work of your already torn shirt.

You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes closed. Stubbornly, you refused to make a single sound from Alastor's ministrations.

But you know how this ends.

You're hardly the first soul he had broken during a broadcast.

You, of all people, knew that well.

Another one of his appendages slithered its way to your core. It teased at the entrance, pushing, testing your hole.

"I hope everyone has a lovely time!" You hear Alastor speak to his listeners, just as a scream ripped through your lips.

You weren't nearly wet enough to take him. Your walls resisted, but not enough for his strength. The black shadow pushed its way deep into you, others coiled at your legs to spread them apart. One remained by your clit, lazily flicking along. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You cried as Alastor fucked his tentacle deep into you. The harsh thrusts sending your ample chest bouncing.

Alastor didn't respond, he rarely ever does to his victims. He preferred to let the song of their anguish play uninterrupted. But he did find himself paying more attention than he usually did to the way your body reacted to him.

His gaze locked at the way his black shadow disappeared into your slick hole. How it came back to light drenched in your juices, only to push back in harsher. How your little pussy stretched wide around his tentacle to accommodate its size.

His eyes traveled further up, watching as he wrapped one tentacle around your breast and squeezed. A lovely horrified sound coming from your lips from his actions.

He watched as you sobbed, attention fully on him. Only on him. And he couldn't deny the rather unfamiliar heat the pooled in his stomach at that fact.

The tentacle at your clit moved faster, pressing down just the slightest bit more at that little bud. You tried your damndest to silence the screams from your throat, but as your mouth fell open, you could only do so much.

The coil in your gut snapped easily. Alastor tightening his hold on you as he kept your spasming form in the air for his entertainment.

Your juices flowed down his dark appendages as it kept up the pace. Tears forming in your eyes as they gave you no reprieve, no time recover.

You fight against his hold, aching to close your thighs and catch your breath but the dark shadows merely pulled them apart wider. You pulled at you arms, wanting to push away the damned things from your core but you were merely held back the same way.

"Wait, please, stop." You were barely able to form a coherent sentence. The tentacle inside you opting to curl just the right amount to hit that soft, perfect spot inside you with every thrust. That spot that Alastor knew drove you wild when he fucks you through your heat, after a lot of begging on your end, at least.

You clenched down on it, that being the only thing you could think of that you could still do to slow this down. It unsurprisingly did nothing but make you feel more of each drag and pull against your walls.

Another orgasm is stolen from you as a tentacle began to grind itself up and down your sloppy slit, drenching itself in your slick as it attempted to join the one already fucking you. Your screams broadcasted for all of Pride Ring to hear.

It doesn't stop. He doesn't stop. His dark shadows held you still, fucking into your cervix without mercy, playing with your clit, your breasts. Pulling yet another sloppy orgasm from you.

"No more," You heaved. Alastor's assault seeing no end near. "I can't. Al, please." You begged.

You craned your neck over to look back at the demon. You find his gaze no longer on you or your body, but on the papers in front of him. His script. 

He was idly jotting down notes, chin rested on the palm of his hand and a lazy smile on his face. He almost looked bored, but the twitch of his ear as you called out his name showed you he was still paying you some attention. 

"Alastor, please," You tried again. "I am sorry. I won't do it again. I won't leave you again." You sobbed.

The tentacle inside you pulled out to your brief relief, only for it to slam harshly, deeper back into you. It's pace at breakneck speed that even with the tight hold around your limbs, your body was moved with every push and pull. 

"Oh, I'm sure you won't, darling." He finally replies to your pleas, although he didn't even glance your way. He continued correcting his notes, your sweet begging made for a wonderfully sweet background song. "Because why would you ever leave someone as generous as me?"

He ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. Your release dripped and drenched the floor of his radio tower. You begged til your throat was raw for some reprieve, for some forgiveness. But Alastor went about his way around the studio. Fixing this and that. Barely paid you any mind.

It was only when you've stopped pulling against his hold. When your legs had gone slack in the air, and your screams faded into whimpers did Alastor finally approach the control panel again.

"Wasn't that just darling! A wonderful performance, if I do say so myself," He laughed into his microphone. "I'm sure you lewd folks enjoyed yourself as much as our star of the night here, so make sure to keep an ear out for my next broadcast!"

His eyes finally land on your exhausted body. Your chest heaved with every labored breath as Alastor's tentacles finally slowly pulled out of you. A wet shlop of your juices dripping out as it did. 

He slowly lowered you onto the ruined floor, and your dazed eyes locked with his.

"There will definitely be more of where that came from." He said, less of his usual cheer. His tone lower. Threatening—no, promising.

You didn't move—you couldn't move—from the floor. You simply watched as Alastor shut down his broadcast and took his time straightening out and cleaning up his work station. He was humming cheerfully, seeming to be in a much better mood than when the night had begun.

When he was finally satisfied, you watched as he walked to where you were, stopping by your feet as he smiled down at you.

"Well, you've definitely seen better days." A laugh track followed his mockery. 

"I'm sorry." You heaved out. You hoped this was the end of it. You hoped he would just throw you back and lock you in his room again. Anything but stay in this wretched radio tower. "I'm yours. I won't try to run anymore."

Alastor chuckled at your response, moving to rest his cane against the wall before he reached up to his neck. He slowly loosened his bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt. "Oh I know you know that." He said waving off your words as if they didn't matter.

He lowered himself over you, his towering figure blocking out what little light you had. "But I'm afraid I need a bit of a reminder about who you belong to." 

His hand made quick work of his trousers, pulling his hardened cock free.

His claws were at your waist and they pulled your limp body closer to him. Not that you offered any resistance.

"You can do one more for me can't you darling?" He wasn't really asking.

You can't. But you nod your head anyway.

He pushed into you easily. Your previous releases coated him and allowed a slicker entry. 

Your back arched despite exhaustion, and Alastor drank in your pained expression. "There's a good girl. Always ready to ruin herself for her lover." You heard him say. "Don't worry, I won't make this long."

But of course that was a lie. He pulled back so slowly, revering in the way your drenched walls felt around him; how they clenched around his cock like how he saw them do around his tentacle. Then he thrusted himself back harshly into your sloppy hole, forcing what little sound you could still make out from your lips.

He fucked into you, slowly, deeply, maddeningly. Making sure you both felt each and every drag of his heavy cock.

He wasn't one to crave sex as much as most of hell, but when it was with you—his precious partner, he had to admit he didn't hate the sensations all too much. And if it meant reminding you who was in control, if it meant making you owe him, making you dependent on him, making you crave him, then it was all the more enjoyable to see you fucked out and speared on his dick.

One of his hands made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you up into his lap. He fucked up into you as your head lolled to the side, struggling to keep your body upright.

Alastor drank in your expression. Your glazed over eyes, the tear stains that smeared through the mud and blood along your cheeks, the drool dripping from your split lips. Yes, this is what you deserved for even daring to leave him. This is what you needed to be reminded on just how good a partner he is.

He wrapped a tentacle around your hips, keeping you steady as he pounded his cock into you. His free hand now moved between you, to your clit.

Your hips spasmed as he drew quick circles on the bud, but you fought the instinct to squirm away. You wouldn't leave him. 

You can't leave him.

You know that now.

Alastor's grin widened when he noticed your actions. "There's a good girl." He purred again, leaning down to your neck to lick up your skin.

"Let me feel you cum on my cock now, darling. Let me feel how much you want me to fill you up." He whispered, his sweet voice right by your ear as he pressed down harder on your clit.

You whined, tears pouring from your eyes once more as he tore yet another orgasm from your weakened body.

Your fluids drenched his dick, soiling his pants as you came around him. Alastor all but tore your skin as he gripped you tight. His own pace finally picked up.

You felt him twitch inside you, before the hot feeling of his seed soothed your battered cunt. 

"Tell me, would that scum have let you cum like this?" Alastor whispered in your ear. He held you tightly, his head still at the crook of your neck.

"No," You responded weakly. You felt him twitch inside you again.

You tried your hardest not to think back to the poor sinner, ripped limb from limb in a blink of an eye. Their body likely still stomped down into the mud of the forest floor.

"Would any other wretched soul be able to give you what I give you?" Alastor asked again. He playfully nipped at your ear.

"No," You responded again.

"So who do you think can treat you, treasure you, best, my dear?" He pulled back, his smug smile loomed over you as he held your chin for you to keep his gaze.

"You, Alastor. Only you can treat me this good." The words were bitter in your mouth

You hadn't sold him your soul. And he would never ask for it.

But you were his and his alone, nonetheless.

"And don't you ever forget it." He mused, pushing you back down to the floor as he began to fuck himself inside of you again. His previous release slowly pushed out with every slow thrust.

"Be still for me, darling," He whispered sweetly. "Let me have my fill of you for now." 

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Hello, I’ve been looking for raiding buddies(so long as I’m near my phone, not busy at work, or driving.)

I do send gifts almost daily and depending on how many friends I have every other day(weekends are a little hard because I live in the middle of no where and there aren’t many pokestops. I also usually work from home on Thursdays.)

According to the Vivillon map, I’m supposedly Polar. And if any of my Ohio/WV peeps wanna friend me, feel free to do so.

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Since "My Darling, My Honey" is finally completed, what's next?

(There, there...don't be too sad! I'm not going anywhere!)

Writing:

For writing, I'm mostly going to take a bit of a break- but if you guys have any ideas or headcannons you'll like me to take a look at and maybe do a little "imagine" here and there, im open to that!

So- (mostly Alastor) headcannon/requests are now open!

Art:

Also, I definitely want to continue my little "Hazbin Hotel Dress-Up" series of drawings. I've drawn Charlie in a cute outfit, and I intend to getting to all the rest or the cast including: Vaggie, Lucifer, Lilith, Alastor, Angel, Husk, Nifty, Sir Pentious, Carmilla, Mimzy, Vox, Velvette, and (ugh) even Valentino. I even want to draw Lute, Adam Emily and Sera in cute/cool outfits too! (Let me know if I'm forgetting anyone)

After I draw all those designs, I want to try making illustrations of all of them in my style- maybe I'll make prints or something of them someday!

But for the short term, I basically have a lot of art ideas- mostly hazbin hotel ideas lol.

(Also, I'd like to start doing some Hazbin Hotel screenshot redraws for fun so if you have any- send them into my ask box/submissions!)

So please stick around to see the cool stuff I have in mind! It would mean the world to me! 🙏

Other cool stuff:

I also actually am currently working on drawing and will be rigging some VTubers for myself, my sister, and my bf.

If you're interested in VTubers and seeing any updates about that type stuff, you can find my other stuff here! 👇

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I'll make a new pinned post recapping all this stuff when the Hazbin Hotel style doodle raffle entry period has closed!