-----°^°

You were exhausted. Seriously, just sitting upright on the couch in the Hazbin Hotel’s lounge felt like a miracle. And to make things even more absurd, Alastor was sitting right beside you.Lately, he had been acting strangely. Not his usual brand of strange—something was different.

At one point, curiosity got the better of you, and you had asked him what was going on. For a brief moment, it seemed like he was about to answer… but of course, what did he do instead? He laughed it off. Yet, even in his laughter, there had been something odd—his usual mischievous lilt had wavered, just for a second.

Now, here you both were, sitting side by side on this absurdly large couch, a strangely ironic distance between you. You really, really needed to sleep. Alastor, on the other hand, was calmly reading a book, occasionally mumbling something under his breath, completely absorbed in whatever strange world was unfolding in front of him.You tried to fight it, but your eyelids felt heavier by the second. No use. You had to get to your room before you passed out in the middle of the hallway.Maybe you should ask someone for help.…

Wait. Alastor?

No, no, no. He would definitely make fun of you. But then again…

You hesitantly turned your head to glance at him. He was still reading, though something about the way he flipped through the pages seemed off. Slower than usual. Was he lost in thought?

You weren’t even sure Alastor had those.You reached out and poked his shoulder. He hummed in response, finally acknowledging you."Uhm… could you help me get to my room? I feel like I might fall asleep while walking there, hehe…” You trailed off. “Alastor?"

For a moment, he just sat there, silent. You immediately regretted asking. It was a dumb idea. He was probably about to mock you, so you quickly decided to drop it and get up.

But before you could take a step, you heard the sharp sound of his book snapping shut.Then, he was right beside you."Of course, darling!" he chirped.Relieved, you gave him a small smile and moved to start walking, but before you could even take a step, Alastor grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you back.

You blinked, confused, and turned to face him.His usual playful grin was still there, but something was different.

His eyes… hesitated.And then, before you could question him—He lifted you into his arms.

"A-Alastor!?" you yelped, startled.Alastor didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his eyes closed for a brief moment as he adjusted his grip on you, then he simply started walking.You weren’t sure what was more surprising—the fact that he was carrying you, or the fact that he was doing it so effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.After a beat of silence, you giggled softly.

The whole situation was just so ridiculous.

"We… we could’ve just taken the elevator, you know?”

"Hmm… perhaps next time," he mused

amusement lacing his tone.Sleep was creeping up on you fast. Your body was warm against his, and the rhythmic motion of his steps was oddly soothing.Your eyelids drooped.A small sigh escaped your lips before your head naturally lolled forward, resting against his chest.

Alastor noticeably stiffened for a second. His ears twitched, his head tilting slightly as he glanced down at you.Your breathing was soft. Calm. Completely at ease in his arms.Something in his expression shifted.

"mmh," he hummed quietly.Without thinking, he adjusted his hold on you, bringing you just a little closer. And then, with a small, almost hesitant motion, he lowered his head and lightly brushed his forehead against yours.

When he finally reached your room, his steps slowed. Carefully, he nudged the door open and stepped inside.He made his way over to the bed, moving deliberately as if afraid of waking you. Slowly, he lowered you onto the mattress, making sure your head rested comfortably against the pillow.With one last motion, he pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in.Then, he took a step back, watching you for a moment.A flicker of something unreadable passed through his gaze before he finally turned toward the door.Without another word, he slipped out, leaving you to your peaceful sleep.--

✑ 𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝜗𝜚 𝓉𝓀𝒶𝓉𝒷 𝓂𝑒𝓃

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: The TKATB men are so into people of all sizes, and honestly, it’s kinda refreshing to think about how each of them would be low-key obsessed with their partner’s body, but in a way that totally fits their vibe. Like, I can so see it—each of them having their own quirky, unique way of being all about it...

But in their weird, lovable ways ! !

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions. 

Honestly, it’s just too cute how they’d love and appreciate their partner no matter what! But ngl, I was a little nervous writing and posting this because, like, I kinda have body issues myself, and this is such a touchy topic. I honestly have no idea how my dearest readers are gonna feel about it, so just consider this your warning!

[ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

You are extremely physically affectionate towards your lover

➳request: Here’s another one: okokokok hi i am 😎 anon and i had an idea for an alastor x reader fic!!!! what if they were a singer and alastor and the gang go into the club they sing in and get them as an entertainer for the hotel. When Alastor sees them singing his face drops and the gang basically is shocked about how he is not smiling. basically like they are married and he has never heard them sing before lol just a thought - 😎 anon

➳notes: Hi 😎 anon! Lovely to see you again! I hope you enjoy. The format was switched to headcanons due to a time crunch. Hope that’s alright. Another work from the lovely Mod Kyro. Thank you, lovely~

➳warnings/tw: none!

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ACE ALASTOR WEEK DAY 2 ACE 4 ACE DAY

Ace Alastor x Ace Reader

CW: Alastor's fans getting out of hand, talk of murder and death threats, Alastor inner turmoil

You noticed Alastor had been much more stressed lately. Most people wouldn't be able to tell. But you weren't most people. You were his oldest friend. You grew up together in New Orleans back in a time when getting married was basically a standard. Luckily the two of you both died before you could get too old to get away with still being single. In your time of knowing him you'd seen your fair share of women (and some men) pursue Alastor. He never cared for it.

But now that he was an overlord in hell, he was far more desired. He had an entire crowd of adoring fangirls, fanboys, and fan somewhere in the middles. He hated it. And for some reason he held back on slaughtering them. Something about not wanting his numbers to go below Vox's. Vox was his biggest competitor. Unlike Alastor, Vox loved the attention. Relished in it.

To be fair Alastor did love attention. Just not... this kind of attention. And if you were being honest... neither did you. Though you kept that mostly to yourself. That was until Alastor had to come to you looking quite unlike himself. His hair was disheveled, his forehead sweaty, and his bow tie crooked. His fluffy deer ears were drawn back as he booked it into the hotel entrance slamming the door behind him

He breathed heavy as if he'd been running. You had never seen quite like this. Even worse when you looked down at his bare hoof. "Alastor.... where's your shoe?" You asked with genuine concern. "They took it" he muttered in exasperation. "What do you mean they took it?" You asked with confusion. "They took my shoe as a trophy!" He said.

"Who did!?!" You questioned. "Those blasted obsessed deviants! They've grown feral since the last time they saw me and this time they chased me down and didn't back off when I tried to scare them away. They ran me over and tried to rip anything they could off of me. They got away with my shoe. They were distracted in fighting over it and I managed to escape" he growled. Vaggie, Husk and Angel instantly roared with laughter. Niffty joined in enthusiastically. "HAHAHAHAHA-why are we laughing?"

"If you think that's so funny, I will gladly shut you all up" he threatened. You decided to get him out of there before someone ended up dead. You took him to his room where the two of you could talk more in private. "Hey, Alastor don't let those guys get to you. I'm sorry you had to go through that" you comforted him. "I wish I could smite all those degenerate fans where they stand for putting me in that position" he said. "Well you know me I don't mind condoning violence. I'll help keep Charlie from freaking out if you want" you offered. He shook his head

"It's not that easy... I can't just kill them" he replied. "But, why not? I know you don't want to lose viewers and they are technically your viewers but-" he cut you off. "-It's more than that. I've never told anyone this before... but being pursued by others makes me... uncomfortable. I get so uncomfortable I can't think sometimes I even freeze. I can't harness my anger like normal. All I want to do is get away. I don't feel the desire for others the way other people do. But I can't exactly tell anyone that. But I trust you" he admitted. Him saying he trusted you filled you with warmth. And you trusted him. "I feel exactly the same. I've been afraid to tell anyone as well. Why do you think I never married?" You revealed.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. "That's it!" He exclaimed. "Marriage!" He grew excited. "What about marriage?' You asked. "You and I get married. I become 'taken' as they say and hopefully that will get rid of at least SOME of those depraved lunatics!" He sounded hopeful. You had never thought about Alastor in that way and you had never considered the idea of a platonic marriage. "I'm sure you're head is spinning my dear, but let me just add this. If you agree I will split my power with you. After all marriage is a promise to share everything with the one you love. And in many ways I do love you. I love you more than any other friend I've ever had" he made a lot of sense

"Well if you give me some of your power I can use it to be 'jealous' and chase your potential suitors away." You suggested. He seemed to like that idea. "You'd do that for me?" He asked. "I'd do anything for you" you answered. That was his cue. All he needed to hear. He got down on one knee and conjured up the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen. He still looked like he'd went through actual hell but he looked up at you calmer than he'd been in a long time. "Y/n, my best friend I've ever had, will you marry me?"

There was no hesitation.

"Yes!"

ACE ALASTOR WEEK DAY 5 FREAKY FRIDAY

I don't know if I've written smut for Alastor before but I tried this time to make it clear he is interested in exploring his kink and that's the main reason

Alastor x AFAB reader

TW: power play, bondage, edging, dry humping, threats, mild swearing, biting/cannibalism

You could cut the tension with a knife. You and Alastor had a rivalry almost as intense as he did with Lucifer. You loved to push each other's buttons. Alastor pushed your buttons because he found it amusing. You pushed his because he was an asshole. Luckily being a resident of the hotel made you almost untouchable. Almost.

It all started when you decided to test his limits once again. The rest of the hotel had left to go one some bonding trip. You couldn't to go because you couldn't get time off your job. You had no idea how Angel managed to. Alastor simply did not wish to go. So the two of you had the entire hotel to yourselves for a week. A week where you could get under his skin and not have Charlie and Vaggie scolding you for instigating it

There he was in the kitchen. He was busying himself cooking some kind of stew. He noticed you but didn't look your way. "If you're hoping for a bowl you're unfortunately not getting any" he said in a cheery tone. "You probably put people in it anyway" you brushed him off. "On the contrary, I prefer shrimp in my jambalaya. It's my mother's recipe and that's how she always made it." He stated. "Well your mother made you and look how bad that turned out" you insulted him. "You'll do best not to speak ill of my mother" he warned. He stared at you menacingly before going back to chopping vegetables with his back turned.

You snuck on up to the jambalaya and grabbed a spoon. You took a big sip. "Hmm. Needs salt" you said and reached for the salt. You felt a clawed hand grab your wrist with brute force. Before you knew it you were pinned to the wall. "You will not do anything to my jambalaya or you will learn just how much torture I can fit in a week. I can't kill you or Charlie won't be needing my services any longer but don't think that means I can't get away with making you deeply regret your actions. How long would you like to go without any limbs?

This is the first time he had threatened you and you had no one around to protect you. What were you thinking? You'd grown too cocky. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I promise I'll leave you alone! Please!" You suddenly noticed something pressing into your leg. You looked down and saw exactly what you expected but feared. He was getting off on this...

Alastor seemed to realize about the exact same time that you did. He immediately turned beat red and released you backing away in panic. His smile was still present yet he looked shook. He immediately disappeared into the shadows leaving you alone in the kitchen to question on your own what the hell just happened. Did-did he have a thing for you? Was this why he targeted you? Although he never once flirted or made a remark about your body. He never seemed to showed interest in others that way.

For the next two days you didn't see him once. Until finally on the third day you sat on your bed listening to music and he suddenly appeared. You pulled out your headphones and questioned him. "What are you doing here?" You didn't sound scared of him even though you were terrified during your last encounter with him. "I came to apologize for... ahem.. the-the incident on Monday." He sounded so flustered. To be honest you never thought of him that way but now that you thought about it, he was kinda hot.

"It's alright, if that's all you wanted all you had to do was say so. This isn't kindergarten, you don't bully someone you fancy" you told him he looked absolutely flabbergasted at your words. "What!?! No! I'm not interested in you in such a way. I don't even feel that way about others. That was until earlier... it was just... seeing you in that position... feeling the power I had over you... it made me feel different. I... I tried to stimulate myself afterwards but I got no gratification from it. As usual." He grew more and more embarrassed by his own confession.

You may have misread his feelings. You were pretty sure you knew what was up with him now. "Do you think you might have a kink? You know a particular item or element that gets you off?" You asked. He turned almost as red as his suit and hair. "Perhaps..." He didn't want to admit it that was clear. "What you described sounds like a power play kink" you explained. "And its okay to have a kink by the way. Lots of people have kinks. And not everyone has to pursue them. If you don't want to explore it further you don't have to. I'm sorry I misread your intentions. Although that does mean that you were just being a dick." You sort of laughed at that last part. You were in a weird situation now with him and you weren't sure how you felt about him anymore

"Perhaps I could explore it a bit. Although I'd prefer to be with someone I know. Maybe... you would indulge me..." He was actually considering it! You loved the idea but still didn't want him to pressure himself. "Are you sure? It's totally okay if you don't want to or you wanna wait until you're more comfortable" you asked. He nodded. "I want to give it a try... but I do not wish to be naked in front of anyone" he admitted. "You don't have to be. We'll take it slow. Just do what feels right." You replied. "So... would now be okay?" He asked. "I ain't got any plans" you chuckled

He snapped his fingers and tendrils shot out of him pinning you to the bed. Your hands and legs were pulled out restraining you. He climbed on top of you and straddled your hips. "You will not touch me unless I tell you to" he said now with a firm tone. "Yes sir" you responded. "I like that. Call me sir from now on" he commanded. You felt yourself grow more wet at the sound of his firm voice. He removed your pants and underwear quickly

One of his tentacles released your hand. "Pleasure yourself" he ordered. So you did. You played with your clit. Messaging it and flicking it. You felt the knot build in your stomach. You twitched at yourself becoming close. You were to the brink when he suddenly ordered you to stop. You whimpered but did as he said. Your building orgasm faded with absolutely agony. You could feel him getting hard once again. "Resume" he said. And you did

He forced you to edge yourself multiple times, growing harder at the control he had over you. Finally when you thought you couldn't take it anymore... "you may cum now" you brought yourself to the edge once more and pushed yourself over it. Your orgasm came crashing in waves and was so intense you were throbbing after. That's when you felt him grinding against your thigh

He humped away at you while his teeth sunk into your neck. You cried out in pain and pleasure. He lapped up the blood that surfaced before biting you again right next to it. He continued to grind his boner into your thigh while having himself a snack until he came. It soaked through his pants and onto your leg. Finally he grew bold and finished off with his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. You could taste the metallic flavor of your own blood as his tongue intertwined with yours. But you did not dare take charge with the kiss, allowing him do the work in case this counted as touching him

Finally he withdrew and gazed into your eyes. "I must admit it was quite nice to feel this intimate with someone. The closeness, the trust, the taste of you. It was all quite pleasurable. I'll be happy if you would let me explore some more another time" he said

"Absolutely... sir" you responded. Suddenly you felt him start to get hard again. You would be lying if you said you didn't want to go at least a couple more rounds. He practically read your mind. "Well I suppose I still ought to teach you a lesson from your actions in the kitchen earlier. We've got five more days before Charlie and the others return. I suppose as far as torture goes this will have to do"

You weren't leaving that bed for a while

HOPELESS

A/N: definitely not coming back, but I've been absolutely obsessed with Hazbin Hotel lately, and I guess I just wanted to share some of my obsession with you? Anyways, this's some kind based on a co I've been thinking about, with a whole lore and stuff...

SUMMARY: life in hell has been so boring and awfully lonely... unfortunately, you always had a thing for the unreachable and emotionless kind of guys.

WORDS: 865

WR: fem!reader, reader goes by she/her pronouns, reader uses traditional Victorian goth clothes, yandere!reader, creepy behavior, unhealthy behavior, obsessive behavior, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder.

you just couldn't help yourself: you were a helpless romantic at heart, after all. you felt things too intense and too deeply — that's probably the reason why you got yourself on a place as shady as Hell.

you were also so guilable, and others were always trying to challenge your good faith — whatever kept your conscience clean at night.

of course, life has not been kind to you. it made you this hopeless soul, constantly craving affection, longing. after all, so many have left your life. was it really so selfish of you to want so desperately someone to stay? blame it over the Gothic melancholy that followed you even after your death.

or at least, that's what you would tell to yourself: you were always the victim, weren't you? they were the ones who came after you. they were the ones who stoled your heart, and, of course, they were the ones who did not take responsibility for their actions and disdained your feelings once you became an inconvenience, right? it was merely the consequences of their actions, and since they did not take responsibility, neither would you.

this desperate, crawling feeling has been accompanying you since your living days; and once at death's door, you thought you'd finally be freed of it, but once you shut your eyes for good only to open them once more now in hell, well... to say you screamed and cried in horror would be an understatement.

still, you quickly adapted to your new life in hell, settling at Canibal City and founding your own lovely cottage library. you could finally spend the rest of your miserable eternity reading your tooth rooting novels quietly. however, destiny itself seemed to have different plans for you...

you felt like a thunder had just hit you as soon as your eyes landed on him. your usual unbeating and gloomy heart seemed to be filled with air and life all over again as you stared back at the man in red with wide eyes and rosy cheeks, which you immediately hid behind your fan.

still, you couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly made you revive those buried feelings; probably the way he seemed to reverence the old ways from his time period just like you. he had the manners of the Victorian men that you used to cross back when you were alive, but still, they did not make you heart swell just like he did. worse: he had completely stolen your heart.

those sickening feelings started to bubble up once more, which terryfied you: again, you were delusional, but even so, you knew how things used to turn out once some poor unsuspecting soul crossed your way and caught your undevided attention.

but of course, you just couldn't help yourself: you were a hopeless and incurably romantic at heart, falling in love was simply meant to be. that's what you kept telling yourself as you started to frequent more often rosie's emporium in hopes of meeting the gentleman once more. just a glimpse wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

however, as more as you sought him, the more the hole inside your chest grew deeper, and soon you realized being around him was no longer enough: you craved to feel him, touch him, feel your bodies merge into one so he could never leave you like the others did...

you snapped out of your train of desordered thoughts as soon as you bumped into someone; luckily, it was rosie who looked back at you with nothing but concern.

"my dear, is everything alright?" she questioned, a perfectly manicured hand sitting over your clothed shoulder as she guided you out of her shop.

sitting over the town's gazebo, rosie waited for you to calm down and finally open up.

"i-it's just... i just can't help it, rosie!" you sounded breathlessly as you fanned yourself vehemently, your heavy Victorian clothes doing little to help your tired body "it's happening again... i swear i tried, but it was inevitable!"

rosie simply offered you a comforting smile, as if giving a back pat as solance. "oh, dear. you're just the sweetest, aren't you?"

you looked away, slightly afraid of being so vulnerable in front of her. even after centuries, you still shifted into a shy little girl as soon as rosie pointed something out about you "i need to stop" you whispered breathlessly; and just as you voiced it out, rosie immediately shushed you.

"darling! of course not!" she urged you, cupping your face between her soft palms. your black wholesome eyes fixed on Rosie's, forcing you to stop rambling "what you feel, it's absolutely beautiful. don't you dare reprimand yourself!"

However, Rosie's words did not bring you any kind of comfort. the way she stared down at you with her pitch black eyes while smiling deviously was everything you needed to know: rosie would use you again for her hideous purposes, and the realization terryfied you.

you stared back at the overlord incredulously. you felt like arguing, trying to reason with rosie, but the lady was having none of it "we'll figure it all, okay?"

rosie smiled again, but you were not able to join her.

Ties That Bind Can Break - a.theory

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WWE Masterlist

(warnings: poly relationship, angst, breakup, smut)

(pairing: prev cody rhodes x brandi rhodes x wrestlerf!reader; austin theory x wrestler!f!reader)

(word count: 3.7k)

As Cody and Brandi sat in the front row of the WWE Hall of Fame ceremony, their attention kept drifting to (y/n) seated behind them, next to Austin Theory. They exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of their shared concern.

“I miss the way things used to be,” Brandi murmured, her voice barely audible over the applause for the latest inductee.

Wrestling Has More Than One Royal Family - c.rhodes

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(warnings: the bloodline, the rock, confrontation, fight)

(pairing: brother!cody rhodes x adopted sister!f!reader, ridge holland x wife!f!reader)

(word count: 1k)

(requested by anon)

In the bustling backstage corridors of the arena, the air was thick with anticipation and excitement. Wrestlers, crew members, and officials hurried past in a flurry of activity, their voices blending and echoing off the concrete walls. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows against the worn cement floors.

Amidst the chaos, she stood, a lone figure amidst the crowd, her gaze fixed on the door at the end of the hallway. Dressed in her wrestling gear, her muscles taut with anticipation, she exuded an aura of quiet determination that contradicted the storm brewing beneath the surface.

Bound By Destiny - c.rhodes

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(pairing: cody rhodes x wrestler!f!reader)

(word count: 2.1k)

In the electrifying world of professional wrestling, where dreams clashed and legends were born, (y/n) embarked on her journey as the newest addition to the WWE roster. Alongside her, stood her best friend, Austin Theory, their story starting in NXT, where hopes and aspirations flourished amidst sweat and determination.

Among the vibrant personalities that filled the locker rooms and arenas, one figure stood out - Cody Rhodes. Charismatic and enigmatic, Cody commanded attention with every move he made. (y/n) found herself drawn to him, sensing an inexplicable connection that seemed to transcend the bounds of the wrestling world.