Hazbin Hotel sideblog

Just a RadioStatic enthusiast <3 (I also eat up any other Vox ship tbh)

You can call me Eel. she/they. 20+ years old. +18 content, no minors please

I'm partial to Bottom Vox and like exploring different flavors of these goobers (RadioCult, Lost Signal, MurderMedia) !

(( this is a side blog so sadly I can't follow back from here ))

Ao3

whichever console you play - 6/6 Chapters - Alpha Alastor/Alpha Vox with Alastor in Rut, Bottom Vox (all but one chapter) , Bottom Alastor in Chap4

remember those days? - Prequel fic to whichever console you play - Alpha Alastor/Alpha Vox, Non-Penetrative Sex, Dry Humping

How Deep is the Ocean? - for AlVox Week (Day 1), Tentacle Sex, Vox's Magic Mouth

WIPs: clingin' to a cloud - for AlVox Week (Day 5), Sex Pollen, Ace4Ace RadioStatic

Drafting: Freak Fest series - Collection of One Shots, MurderMedia, Established Relationship, Kink Exploration

Back Burner: another lighting rod series (2 Parts) - RadioCult -> RadioStatic

superimposed - slow burn drama/mystery, multi chapter MurderMedia Fic

How Deep is the Ocean? - One Shot, 8,289 words, Explicit

Summary: Alastor turns around and holds the bottle up as temptingly as he can, posing much like those pin up gals on the magazines he's seen the moth pimp hawk.

"Jesus Christ," Vincent gapes at the bottle, eyes bugging out as he reads the label. He unfortunately misses Alastor's stellar modeling. "You really are trying to get me drunk!"

The imp made tequila is know for it's potency. It's more effective on weaker demons. For an Overlord like Alastor he'd need to consume the entire bottle to even get a buzz. For a lesser demon like Vincent a few shots would knock him on his ass for the foreseeable future.

Just perfect for what Alastor has planned.

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whichever console you play - 6/6 Chapters, 65,310 words, Explicit

Summary: "Very well. I'll indulge your nostalgia."

It's obvious Vox has a biting insult to hurl right back with the way his screen flickers erratically. He just takes a deep breath and starts peeling off his sweater vest instead of rising to the bait.

Alastor feels a bit sick at how thrilled he is, rut heating his stomach at the alluring sight of flexing muscles. There's still something off about all of this. Something he's missing.

But if Vox truly is convinced this is the last time they'll be seeing each other Alastor will just have to do such a good job the TV Demon has no choice but to come back for more.

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