#dewtober

You were the most recent addition to the regulars of the Hazbin Hotel, and by recent, I mean you were the first person in maybe a full year to grace the doors and decide to stay for a shot at redemption. Actively participating in Charlie’s exercises, helping Nifty with cleaning, listening to Angel Dust about whatever new development occurred in his life, and helping Husk with his addiction. You were practically an angel, at least by Hell’s standards. 

All of which, Alastor found absolutely laughable. Such a poor, sweet, soul trying to get into Heaven? Don’t make him giggle. The notion that anyone could redeem themselves from their present condition was never something that appealed to Alastor, and it appealed to him even less when it came to you. Innocent, naive, you. Following his coat tails, trying to be his friend. Ugh. You had barely been there for a few months and you were already “making vast improvements” according to the princess. So Alastor did what he did best when it came to things he deplored, he degraded you with thinly veiled compliments. 

He’d grin that too-wide grin when you spoke about hope or redemption, that radio static laugh crackling in the air, as if your words were the punchline to some great cosmic joke. He’d tease you endlessly, calling you “little saint” or “our precious charity case” whenever you’d help someone or refuse to curse. You’d roll your eyes, sometimes even throw a towel at him when you caught him loitering in the kitchen just to watch you work; which, of course, only made him laugh harder. Even your push back to his insults was positively adorable! Could you be more amusing? 

But you didn’t back down. Not once. You didn’t snap at him, didn’t retreat like most did under that ever-cheerful cruelty of his. You’d simply smile that maddeningly patient smile and keep going. It confused him. Infuriated him, even. 

“You can mock me all you want, Alastor, but I think even you can change if you tried.” 

“I was a serial killer, my dear!”

He told himself he only stuck around you to see when you’d break. When that hope would shrivel and die like it always did down here. He was waiting for it. Waiting for you to crumple and give up and go back to your sad afterlife. But weeks turned to months, and it never happened.

So, somewhere along the line, he’d find himself hanging near the lounge just to hear your laugh at his corny jokes. The only one who would oblige his macabre sense of humor. He started offering to “help” with your little projects, though it was more interfering with flair. Fixing a broken lamp, helping Husk shuffle the deck properly, cleaning a mess he likely caused in the first place. It was all an elaborate game, of course, to make you trust him so he could break you… or so he told himself.

You’d thank him. Sincerely. And that, for reasons he couldn’t quite name, felt… strange. Unsettling. Because no one ever thanked Alastor like you did. One evening, you brought him tea,  black, unsweetened, just as he liked it.

 “You’ve been working hard lately, Alastor. Take a break!”

“My dear, you are truly too kind to me.”

And he meant it. You were really too kind. Bound to get manipulated by some bloke who would use you to his advantage (he, obviously, was not one of those aforementioned blokes). After that, he found himself standing a bit too close when you were near. Conversations lingered. Jokes turned softer. Compliments slipped through the cracks in his banter. 

“You’re rather clever, dear,” 

“What a radiant smile you have my dear! Truly, Hollywood material!”

Angel Dust teased him mercilessly for it, of course. 

“Didn’t know the Radio Demon had a soft spot!”

Alastor denied it with that signature grin, but his voice would come out just a bit too sharp, eyes flaring with green and black if anyone dared to insinuate he was anything but what his reputation had garnered him. But it became harder to maintain the illusion of indifference. When someone snapped at you, he’d appear out of nowhere, smile sharp as a blade, voice dripping with honey and threat until they backed down. 

“Let’s not be rude to our dear guest, shall we?”

You’d scold him afterward for scaring people, but he never apologized. Not really. Just that little chuckle of his. 

 “Can’t have anyone disrespecting such a shining example of virtue, can we?”

Slowly, he realized he’d stopped waiting for you to fail. Now he was waiting for you to come into the room, to speak, to laugh. The quiet moments without you started to feel… empty. And though he would never admit it, he’d begun to care. Ugh, such a disgusting notion that made bile rise in his throat. The Radio Demon with feelings? Laughable. Almost as laughable as he had found you at the start. The thought terrified him more than he’d ever admit. Because caring made things unpredictable. Caring made things human. And Alastor… hadn’t been human for a very, very long time.

So imagine his surprise when you suddenly told him you had feelings for him! Coming up to his radio tower late at night, a privilege only you had been bestowed. All shaky and sheepish as you fiddled with the hem of your cute little shirt.

“Alastor?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I…I think I have a crush on you…”

Oh, now that was certainly interesting! There is a pause. That eerie kind of silence that you hated started to settle. He doesn’t respond right away, of course he doesn’t, and you think for a moment that maybe you’ve just signed your own death warrant. His grin doesn’t fade, but it changes. It becomes something smaller.

“My, my, aren’t you a bold one, my dear. But don’t worry your little head, your affections are returned.”

It’s strange at first, learning how to date someone like him. Alastor didn’t do…“normal.” He doesn’t hold hands the way others do, doesn’t understand why you might want to spend quiet moments just being. But he tries. You see it in the way he forces himself to slow down, to let silence exist without needing to fill it with chatter or music. Be a gentleman just like his Mama taught him to be. He takes an odd pride in introducing you to others, too. 

“This delightful creature is mine!”

Oh, but when you got a few months into dating? When he touches you, it’s always deliberate. The brush of fingers at your wrist. The lightest touch at your shoulder. A quick hovering over your shoulder, his breath ghosting against the shell of your ear. It always made you shudder, which Alastor found so damn addicting. The little gasp you would let out was just so…delicous. Of course Alastor knew that sexual desires were a thing, he was human once afterall. But in death, he simply had no need to relieve himself in that fashion or indulge in the sin of lust. That was, until he met you. 

He could practically smell you sometimes, the way slick would rush between your thighs when he would come up behind you and put a possessive hand on your waist. And when you were ovulating, he practically sent him into overdrive. His animalistic, deer instincts commandeering control of his senses, wanting to do nothing more than bend you over and breed you. Such thoughts shocked him at first, all of it would be undignified. But the more it happened? The more he was inclined to give in. He was a sinner after all. 

And that’s how you ended up where you are now. Naked and writhing beneath him, his tongue lapping up every spill of your juices that flood their way onto his face. His more cannibalistic desires came out in full force as he practically made a meal of your sloppy pussy. He was still clothed above you, albeit more bare in his white undershirt and boxers. 

“You taste absolutely divine, mon cher. Why have you kept such sweet tastes from me for so long, mhm?”

“D-didn’t mean too—”

“Oh well, I shall make up for lost time then.”

You tentatively brought your hand up to tangle in his red locks, but were quickly outdone. A long, inky black tentacle coming to pin your wrist to the mattress, another making quick work of your other hand as well. 

“Alastor!”

“Stop moving so much, cher. Don’t interrupt a man’s meal.”

Alastor soon added a finger to his assault. Starting to slowly trust, he was taking his time to draw out every noise. He relished in the sight below him. All tied up and pretty, tasting so delightful. It was truly a sight to behold. Maybe he should keep you here, play with you whenever he wants. The thought was certainly appealing and had his trousers becoming unnecessarily uncomfortable.

Without warning, Alastor allowed a new tentacle to sheath its heavy member into your cunt with one stroke. You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke, choking out a cry of his name. Oh, how you sounded so sweet like this. His innocent partner, all undone before him. The saint was absolutely ruined by the sinner. Maybe he did get what he wanted after all, you falling deeper into the depths of Hell with him. The velvet of your walls squeezing the tentacle so tight that with every exit and entry of the member into your cunt, caused slick to pour past your thighs onto the sheets; leaving Alastor to lap up the mess.

“Al—please, oh God!”

“I do believe the man upstairs is not present. But I shall oblige your request in his unfortunate absence.”

Alastor knows your body like it’s his and it is. Where to curl the tentacle, the right spot to hit every time that had the pressure building and building till you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you cry your lover’s name. But your whines were quickly muffled by another tentacle coming and shoving itself in your mouth, the slimy appendage fucking your awaiting throat with ease. 

Allowing you to calm down from your intense high, Alastor removed his inky bonding tentacles, watching you plop back onto his bed with no short lack of grace. Coming to caress your cheek with his hands, the gesture is surprisingly tender. 

“Now, I do believe I have found you quite addicting, my dear. Rest now, but understand that I do intend to sate my desires to their fullest tonight.”

Oh, you were never making it out of this alive.

It was supposed to be a harmless request, a simple inquiry you had for your boyfriend. You didn’t think it would land you face down, ass up on the king of Hell’s plush king sized bed; drooling and letting out incoherent praises at how good he was making you feel.

It started with watching Lucifer preform a few parlor tricks to entertain the masses of the Hazbin Hotel, cloning a few apples to juggle with. While that in and of itself was an innocent act, it couldn’t keep you from wondering what else he might be able to conjure up and clone. This lead you to pulling him aside later that night and popping the question. 

“Luci, dear. May I ask you something?”

“Why of course my love! What is it?” He was simply beaming at you from across the dinning table, as if every syllable from your soft lips was a heavenly tune he couldn’t wait but to indulge in listening to.

“About your magic act earlier—“

“Oh it was so fun wasn’t it! I am sure Charlie loved it!”

“Yes, yes. It was nice and I am super impressed but it left me wondering…can—what can you clone?”

Furrowing his brows together, Lucifer was somewhat taken aback by the inquiry. It seemed so simple to him to just clone something, the powers that come with ruling Hell seemed bland and denzinet considering how long he had been using them. Rising from his chair, Lucifer slid over to where you were sitting, propping his elbows on the corner of the table next to your spot. 

“Mhmm, I think close to everything. Ducks included. Oh I need to tell you about that time that I cloned 1000 rubber ducks for Charlie’s fourth birthday—“

“Lucifer, darling. I would love to hear that story but maybe another time? I have…another question.” Placing your hand gently on his forearm, you bring him back from reality. His eyes burning into yours with an intense curiosity, as you sheepishly smile and fiddle with a bracelet on your wrist. It was silver, adorned with a red and gold pendant; given to you on your one year anniversary as a sign of your boyfriend’s never ending love. 

“Can you…can you clone yourself?”

And that is how you ended up as mentioned before. Face down, Lucifer himself laying under you, pounding into your weeping pussy as a clone of him matched his pace as it drove into your ass. Gripping the sheets, the pleasure was blinding; with every thrust you swore you could see Heaven itself and how God himself had blessed you with such a specimen of a boyfriend. 

“Fuck—Ducky, you’re squeezing me so tight!” Lucifer couldn’t help but shudder with every thrust into your cunt, its velvety walls wrapping around him in an inviting way that almost had him cumming on the spot every time. Slowing his pace below you, he took the time to suck on one of your hardened nipples; releasing a short cry from your puffy, lipstick ruined lips.

“This what you wanted sweetheart? For me to take you like this….gosh you’re gonna take my cum so well. Gonna take it nice and deep inside both holes for me Ducky.”

A hot wave of pleasure coiled itself in your stomach, a taught line on the edge of breaking. It was unbearable…almost. Lucifer’s clone continued it’s relenting pace into your ass, occasionally coming to smack down or dig it’s nails into the soft supple flesh of your behind. 

“Come on sweetheart…cum for me—cum for us.”

Your body acted on command, letting out moans of sobbing pleasure as your release hit you like a freight train; squirting all over Lucifer. Not mere seconds later did he and his clone find their own high; cumming hard into your cunt and ass, the liquid gold seed seeping out of both holes. Gasping for air, you peeked your head down to see Lucifer’s eyes completely dialated and black; staring at the way your body soaked up his seed. Taking his fingers, he pushed some more back into your overstimulated hole with a smirk. 

Silco pushed open the creaking door of his apartment, the familiar scent of damp wood and laundry powder mingling with the faint aroma of your perfume. The night had been long, filled with whispered deals and the ever-looming shadows of Zaun’s underbelly. He stepped inside, the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders, bi-colored eyes revealing the true depth of his emotions. Always the strong leader, the iron fist that ruled the Undercity, now stood a bare and broken man worked over by the waves of the world. 

Discarding his coat on the rack by the door, the house was clean. You always made sure it was for when he arrived home, nothing to worry over in this place you had crafted into a safe haven. A note stuck to the fridge annoucing leftovers for him to consume was ignored in favor for trudging into the master bedroom a few doors away. Silent as ever, as not to disturb anything you may be doing, Silco was met with a sight that never failed to stir emotions within his hardened heart. 

There you lay, a soft silhouette against the rumpled sheets, bathed in the pale moonlight that streamed through the cracked window. Hair cascaded over the pillow, framing your serene face. For a moment, Silco felt the chaos of his life fade away. You were everything he wasn't: kind, gentle, a soothing balm against the harshness of your surroundings. He truly did not know how he deserved you. 

He moved quietly, not wanting to disturb you. The sight of your sleeping peacefully made his heart swell. In a world filled with betrayal and violence, you was a beacon of warmth, a reminder that there was still a little beauty to be found. When he had met you a few years ago, a florist on the edge of the Piltover/Zaun border, his mind could have never conjured the heavenly scene that lay before him. He could hardly fathom how someone like you could exist amidst the grime and despair of Zaun, yet here you were, a perfect contrast to the life he led. For all his machinations and ruthless ambition, Silco found himself captivated by the quiet strength you brought into his life. He remembered your laughter shared over late-night meals and whispered secrets under the stars—moments that felt like stolen treasures in a world that sought to take everything from him.

Silco sat on the edge of the bed, studying your features. Your brows were slightly furrowed, as if lost in dreams, and a soft smile played on your lips. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, watching as you stirred slightly but didn’t wake. He leaned closer, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m home, darling.” he murmured, though he knew you couldn’t hear him. But the words felt necessary, a promise he held deep within his heart. Your night gown rode high on your thighs, highlighting your soft and supple body to his vision. The material did little to hide anything from his gaze, you had been waiting his return. Expecting him, ready for him. It was not lost on him that his lifestyle led to a lack of moments for intimacy, and yet here you were, pliant and pretty all for him. 

Taking a calloused hand, he traced the outline of your curves. Admiring how the moonlight accuntuated all your features, casting an etheral glow about the room. You were his angel, there was no doubt. Yet as he sat here thoughts of corrupting your innocence filled his head. You had always expressed the idea of him taking you while sleeping was attractive, the conversation had occured no less than two weeks ago. He remembered it vividly, how shy you looked, the way your eyes glistened with lust. 

“You never have to ask, Sil. My body and heart are all yours, anytime you need me.”

Oh, how sweetly you had asked. How tempting the thought was then and especially now. He shouldn’t. A perveted old man such as him had no business in corrupting your body in this way. But you had given him permission, commanded his desires to unfurl even in the darkness of night. So, it was no issue, when his hands trailed up to cup the fullness of your breasts or when his lips came to kiss up the valley of your thighs; face coming to view your pantiless cunt. The smell alone was divine, you had worked yourself before his arrival. Slick still shone on your clit, pussy open and willing to indulge his every whim and wish. The ease with which two of his long fingers came to enter you was a small surprise but a welcome one. Taking his time to scissor you open and prepare you for his cock, paying special attention to that soft and gummy spot on your front wall that had you moaning in your sleep. 

His ministrations did not wake you but added to the growing wetness between your legs, thighs spreading unconsciouly to allow him room to work. Even in sleep, your body complied, loved his every touch and begged for it. Working his fingers up into you, allowing himself the pleasure to watch how you fluttered around him. Silco swore that there was no prettier a sight than the one in front of him. You shifted, mumbling inchoherently. He paused. He shouldn’t wake you, disturb you from your peaceful slumber. But everything in his body screamed at him to continue, to make you cum and moan on his fingers till pleasure rocked your body so much it awoke in a blissful state. 

Removing his fingers to unbutton his trousers, Silco used the slick that remained on his digits to prepare himself. Adjusting so he lined up with your entrance, he sunk slolwy into you. Inch by inch, letting out a gravely moan at the feeling of your warm and tight cunt. So inviting, practically made for him. You laid still, body adjusting to his length with ease, so used to taking him so well. Beginning to thrust in and out with delibarte motion, Silco soon found himself approaching his orgasm faster than expected. 

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes fluttered open, body finally recognizing the intrustion. Suprise spread across your feature, though your boyfriend’s actions were not unwelcome. Every plunge of his member caused jolts of arousal to shake your body through the core, illiciting a pornographic moan to annouce your awakening. 

“Feel so good my darling, always been so good for me. You like it when I fuck you like this, nice and slow? Use you for my own pleasure?”

You couldn’t help but nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your own orgasm rapidly approached. Silco’s thrusts started to become sloppy and heated, eyes closing and hair disheveled from the intensity. Soft grunts left his lips and with one final stroke, he spilled hot ropes of cum into you; spurring you into your own orgasm at the feeling of his hot seed within you. Calming down from your high, you brought you hand to caress his cheek gently. Admiring the way his chest heaved with each breath, how dialted his eyes were. 

“Welcome home, love.”

The storm outside had rolled in with little warning, sheets of rain hammering against the windows and streaks of lightning briefly illuminating the dim interior of the living room. The steady percussion of thunder rattled through the walls, a deep and resonant sound that part of you hoped would block the sounds of inside. The faint glow of the coffee table lamp painted the room in soft amber light, bathing Tyler’s brunette curls in a small halo. The air smelled faintly of ozone from the storm, sharp and clean, and the smell of sex; deep and heady and undeniably sweet. 

The rolls of thunder, despite your best wishes, did little to hide the lewd slurping sounds that emitted from your boyfriend below you. Face buried deep inside your weeping cunt, hands gripping his soft curls, pulling him ever closer just to feel the brush of his nose against your clit. Panting softly, your eyes drifted down to view the sight below you. Tyler, eyes rolled back as his tongue continues his assault on your folds, half-mumbling into your cunt as his hips dare to drag against the worn upholstery. He had practically begged you to let him eat you out this evening. Pleading on his knees as he gently pushed you back onto the sofa. 

And of course, how could you refuse him when he asked so sweetly? He was stressed after all, all the training to control his Hyde took a lot out of him. So when you finally let your panties slip to the floor, it took everything within Tyler to not just devour you whole right there. 

As he continued to lap and suck, tongue swirling around your clit in that way he knew made your back arch, Tyler couldn’t help the slight shifts of his hips into the couch. Brain hazy and face slick from your previous two releases, with no intent of stopping. 

“Tch, Tyler, please–”

“Anything you want, baby. Just tell me–fuck—whatever you want.”

He couldn’t help himself. Not when it came to you. And though you had no idea what you were begging for at this point, Tyler didn’t care. He would give you the world if he could, burn Nevermore to the ground and everyone in it if it meant you would look at him like you were now. His sweet, sweet master. 

Tyler continued to absentmindedly roll his hips into the couch, nearly bucking his sensitive clothed cock against the leather. Timing his hips with every lap of his tongue against your pussy, eyes rolling back now as he could feel how close you were. Warm walls clenching his tongue. 

“You are always so fucking tight, baby–”

All you could do was moan his name in response, brain fucked out on his face. Hands coming to grip his hair tighter, tugging his face as close as you could. Tyler moaned at the feeling, stuttering softly at the pressure on his scalp. Bucking his hips faster into the couch, paying no attention to the own taught pressure growing inside him. Solely focused, with a maddening obsession, on making you squirt all over his face. 

“Wan-wanna see you cum again. Please, cum on my face, sweetheart.”

And how could you refuse? With one more roll of his tongue, you were cumming right there. Soft gasps as the pleasure overtook you, whimpering as Tyler continued to tongue-fuck you through your high. The overstimulation overwhelmed your senses as you squirted all over his face. Fuck, you had never done that before. Then suddenly, you felt Tyler pause. Looking down, seeing Tyler’s face covered in your slick, eyes blown wide to the point you wondered if they were human anymore. Pupils dilated to such a degree that it had you worried.  That was, until you saw the giant wet stain below him on the sofa and on his pants. 

“Tyler, are you good–oh fuck!”

Before you could even check in on your boyfriend, he immediately dived back in. Sucking on your clit and drinking up your juices like a starved man. His hands come to grip your hips, the crescent-shaped indents of his nails marring your skin in a deliciously painful way. Moaning his name softly, your eyes roll back in your head as you hear him whisper. 

The sign outside creaked and groaned with every pass of the wind. Nevermore itself was silent, all students deep into slumber this late into the evening. Yet, Tyler could not enjoy this silence, pacing like a caged animal. The full moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows through the tall windows. His heightened senses were in overdrive, each sound amplifying the primal instincts clawing at the edges of his mind. Ever since he lost his master, ever since this damned school accepted him as a student, the urges…became harder to control. Sure, he didn’t quite understand all the Hydes’ ins and outs, but this…this was different. 

You, a student with a unique ability to feel and control emotions, are an empath. And due to this lovely predicament of yours, you could feel the battling emotions swirling from Tyler despite being a few rooms over.  The turmoil radiating off him was a storm of lust and fear swirling beneath his rugged exterior, tinged with something you dare not speak aloud. You had learned side by side countless times, but this was a lesson unlike any other. The feral instincts that lay dormant within him were rising, and if left unchecked, they could consume him. Everyone knew to leave him alone during this time of the year, all aggressive and such. He couldn’t help it, though, those certain animalistic instincts that arose within him. And you, his loving girlfriend, had also been demanded to stay away. By Tyler himself.

By the time it hit midnight, you couldn’t take it anymore. Having his emotions constantly pressing down on you was a chore. Screw your fucking powers. You were determined to march down the hallway, knock on his door, and tell him to just wack off already so you could get some sleep for your upcoming midterms. And also, the fact that you loved your boyfriend dearly may have played a part. The floor was cold against your bare feet when you stepped out, not bothering to change from your pajama-clad state. A hand coming up to pound on his door as you called, stepping closer, voice quiet but firm. 

“Tyler, baby, you alright in there?”

Inside the room, Tyler paused, muscles tensed, eyes glinting with an animalistic edge. Oh, of all the times you had to march up here, it had to be this one. Right as he is rutting desperately like a bitch in heat into his pillow, pretending it's your tight little cunt. Your smell wafting through the door nearly sent him back into that frenzy.

"Fuck…off, Y/N!" he growled, the sound deep and rumbling, like thunder before a storm. The strain in his voice was evident even through the door. 

You sighed, hand coming to drag across your face. You had seen this before: the struggle within certain creatures, the way the primal side would push against the barriers of humanity. It wasn’t rare, at least not when you had literal werewolves at your school. And you knew this wasn’t his first one, unfortunately, since you lived so close to the man. But you had noticed they had grown more frequent, each time more violent and needy. No one to take care of him…to help him through this. Oh, fuck. What were you thinking?

"You're right," you took a cautious step forward, pushing the door open slowly. The hinges creaked softly as you padded gently into the room. 

"But I can help you. You’re not alone in this….”

He shook his head, the heat bubbling just beneath the surface, begging to come out as the scent of you that enters the room. 

“No…don’t come in. I won’t…fuck I won’t be able to control myself”

Your heart raced as you opened the door, the sight of him hunched over his bed, dry humping a pillow with a fever that was unmatched. But you refused to back down. You had always wanted to help him during these times, but he had been insistent that he would hurt you. Cause some irreparable damage. But you knew. He could never hurt you.

"Then let me help you….trust me, Ty.”

For a fleeting moment, his gaze softened, stalling his movements as he peered at you standing in his doorway. A flicker of the man you knew breaking through the storm. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.”

With a deep, shuddering breath, he leaned against the bedframe, fingers curling into claws, snapping some wood as he battled the urges within. "I don’t want to hurt you."

"You won’t," you replied, stepping closer until you were just inches away. "Look at me, Tyler.”

With a deep growl, he met your gaze. His eyes dilated beyond belief as he took in the sight of you, standing before him so submissively…so eager to please. With a flash of movement, Tyler retracted his claws and grabbed your arm, throwing you on his bed as you caged you with his arms. Bringing his face down to the hem of your leggings, inhaling a deep and shuddering breath, your scent was driving him wild. His hands practically tore your leggings off, splitting down the middle. You let out a surprised gasp as the cold air met your clothed, hot cunt. With a whimper, you couldn’t help but arch your back into his touch as Tyler dragged his nose across your slit. 

“So good for me…smell so good baby…” 

Then he’s burying his face in your pantie-clad pussy, not even bothering to remove your underwear, licking and lapping all the sweet juices that flow from your needy little hole. Grabbing onto the tufts of his hair, you let out lewd moans of pleasure, slightly bucking your hips up to meet his nose, begging for some more friction. 

“Mine—taste so fucking good—“ 

Growling incoherent praises into you, Tyler slips a finger under your underwear and starts to massage your clit softly. Gasping at the sensation, the coil in your stomach becomes taut, and you can feel your orgasm coming up on you more quickly than you would like. Damn, this was turning you on more than you expected. Seeing him so feral. He relentlessly sucked and licked on that sweet spot like a man starved, making your release barrel through you with a loud cry of his name. Cum now coated his face and the bedsheets below as your high overtook you. Lifting his head slowly, chin soaked in your glittering slick, he licked his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, enjoying the slightly bitter taste. 

Without warning, Tyler took a claw and cut off your panties, letting the shredded fabric fall off your hips. Hoisting your legs up on his shoulders, he massaged the tip of his red, angry cock against your hole. Squirming at the overstimulation, not allowed a moment of reprieve, Tyler craned his neck down to your neck. Sheathing his heady member into your cunt with one stroke, he bit the corner of your neck and collarbone at the same time, marking you. 

“So tight—fuck. Made you cum and you’re still squeezing me like this.” 

You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke. The velvet of your walls squeezed Tyler so tight that with every exit and entry of his member into your cunt, the ribs of his cock rubbed against you in a painfully delicious way. 

“Gonna fuck you so good baby….fuck a baby into you mate…my mate—“ 

Gosh, he was so hot like this. Eyes dilated and every muscle in his body in overdrive, screaming at him to hoist your legs up and press his cock deep inside of you. Fuck a baby into you….fuck a baby into his mate….shit, that sounded appealing right now to you. 

You didn’t leave Tyler’s room till three days later, and by then, let’s just say….you couldn’t walk. 

Shadows danced under flickering lights and the air buzzed with the hum of innovation. You toiled away in your lab, a calculated mess of microscopes, beakers, and strange bubbling liquids. Singed’s apprentience, at your finest. Your reputation for pushing the boundaries of science had caught the attention of Silco and he valued your intellect and creativity; providing you with resources to explore your ambitious projects that would ultimately benefit him.

One evening, after a long day of experimenting with shimmer, you ventured into the depths of the Undercity to clear your mind. The streets were a chaotic blend of laughter and tension, but you had a singular focus. You were searching for rare flora rumored to possess extraordinary properties—flowers that could potentially change the course of Zaun's future. Singed had told you stories, faint rumors of a purple flower that created the feeling of being alive, every fiber on edge. An addictive substance, no doubt, one that could add to the potentcy of Shimmer. As you wandered through an abandoned alley, a soft glow caught your eye. Nestled among the rubble was a flower unlike any you had seen: its petals shimmered like liquid, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafted toward you. It seemed so out of place in the dim and dreary. Such a beauty in contrast to the violence that surronded it.  Entranced, you carefully plucked the flower, tucking it safely in your satchel. 

Returning to the lab, you placed the flower under a microscope, curiosity piqued. You noted its unique structure and vibrant coloration, all living up to the rumors you had been told. Surely, this must be a flower. The lab was alive with the hum of machinery, the air thick with the scent of chemicals and the promise of discovery. Just as you were about to document your findings in your notebook, Silco entered, his presence commanding yet oddly reassuring. 

“What have you found?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the glowing flower.

“It’s incredible,” you replied, excitement bubbling in your voice. “I think it could have potential applications in shimmer enhancement, perhaps even a way to stabilize the addicting effects. It would take time however, of course. All things do—”

Silco stepped closer, cutting you off with a wave of his hand. His eyes peered down at the plant, expression calm but clearly intrigued. “ You should investigate it further. Can you extract its properties?”

You nodded, eager to share the discovery. You had always reveled in impressing the Eye of Zaun, seeing his bicolored eyes light up with interest as you spoke of your latest projects. How close he would hover your body, heat radiating between you, something deep and unspoken. It was intoxicating and dangerous, just as you liked it. A forbidden fruit you desired, drawing you deeper into your sin with every bite. 

As you began to prepare the equipment, you carefully cut a petal to extract its essence. Without warning, the flower emitted a cloud of bright purple pollen, catching both you and Silco off guard. Silco instinctively raised his hand to shield himself, but it was too late. The pollen enveloped you both, and you were left coughing, spluttering, and blinking against the brightness.

Once the cloud dissipated, you exchanged bewildered glances. Silco’s expression was a mix of concern and curiosity, while you felt a strange energy coursing through you. 

“What was that?”you asked, brushing pollen from your hair.

“I don’t know,” Silco replied, his voice low, “but we should be careful.”

As the minutes passed, you noticed something strange. Heat polled in your lower belly, a creeping feeling that seemed to envelop every part of your body. Slow and ragged breaths passed your lips, small beads of sweat forming on your lower brow. The world seemed hot. Too hot. Removing your lab coat, draping it on the chair, you were left in a small tank top and a pair of pants. Simple attire, but it felt so constricting. Nothing you were doing seemed to cool you down and the ache within your core grew at an alarming rate. Painful, but in the best way. 

Silco was feeling the same, albiet slower. Having not gotten hit with as much pollen, he took to observing your strange reaction in tandem with his own. Coming to investiagte, he places his hand on your forehead, as if to check your temperature. he almost whimpers at the touch of your hand against his, the sound of your gasp sending a shiver down his spine. The sight of you squirming beneath him, when his thumb brushes over the nape of your neck as he drags his hand down from your head, sends sparks through his body. Losing all train of thought, the warmth of your body against his drives him crazy, and he has to use all his willpower to break away from this moment, knowing he shouldn't indulge too much. 

His hand is cool against your skin, healing some of the burn that lights up your body. With a small whimper, you lean your head closer to his touch, begging for more. 

“Please…Silco…what’s going on?”

“I…I think that flower has illicited this reaction. What exactly did you say it was again?”

“Singed said it was rumored to cause people to feel more alive, addicted I suppose.”

Silco certainly felt alive, every fiber of his being was alight with arousal, the strain in his trousers steady growing. Bringing his mouth to speak into the shell of your ear, his voice was husky in a way that drove you insane. Your breath hitches at his touch, the feeling of his fingers across your cheek sends tingles through your chest. You swallow, trying to ignore the desire building within. 

“I think it does more than that, darling. Would you allow me to demonstrate?”

Gods did you ever. With quick and rapid nods, he had his answer as you writhed below him. He could smell you, how soaked you were. That damp spot on your pants did little to hide salaciousness of your thoughts and needs. Bringing a finger to rub your clothes core, you body choked back a breath at the flash of stimulation that shot through you. With every stroke, the ache between your thighs never seemed to disappiate but grow stronger. More painful and pleasureable than the last, a lewd mewl passes your lips as Silco massaged your drenched pussy.

Wasting no time on formal foreplay, your body clearly ready and willing, he removed his fingers for just a moment to pull down your pants; letting them pool at your ankles. Sinking two fingers into your pussy and starting to scissor you wide, his large and deft fingers thrusted in and out of you. Your body became lost in the erotic rapture of your senses, words of praise leaving your lips in hoarse whispers of pleasure. You could feel his touch everywhere, your body seemed one with his. 

One hand digging into your hips, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on the valley of your neck, and the other hand knuckle deep inside you in such a way you felt you mind explode. The feeling of fullness was almost an impossible feeling to describe, like you were meant to be this way. Every thought within you screaming ‘MORE’ as he continued to work you towards your release. 

“So sweet for me, such a precious little thing. You wanted this all along didn’t you, wanted me to fill you up just like this. Didn’t need a plant to ask my dear, I would have done it in a heartbeat.”

Removing his fingers with a swift motion, leaving you no reprieve, he unbuckled his pants with a clip. Without warning, he sunk his hot and heavy cock into you with one deft motion. Both of you moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved. Your cunt is like Heaven for him, warm and inviting. Taking him so well, it feels like the first fire in his loins he every experienced as your body welcomes him. Sinful in all the best ways. He had always admired you from afar, filthy thoughts settling in his mind with every interaction and you had not the slightess clue. But he could trail your gaze every day, follow your wanting mind to see it settle on him. A perveted old man such as him had no business in corrupting your body in this way. But you had given him permission, commanded his desires to unfurl, and so he relished. 

Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, he relished in the sight below him. Had you had planned all of this just for him? No, you would never. But it was of no consequence, he had you right where he wanted you. You were truly such a loyal little sinner, so obedient and ready for him.The thoughts alone nearly had Silco cumming inside you, mumbling incoherently as he picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of your cunt squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much.  Every plunge of his member caused jolts of arousal to shake your body through the core, illiciting a pornographic moan to annouce your impending release. 

“That’s it darling, cum for me. Show me just how badly you wanted this.”

You couldn’t help but nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your own orgasm rapidly approached. Silco’s thrusts started to become sloppy and heated, eyes closing and hair disheveled from the intensity. Soft grunts left his lips and with one final stroke, he spilled hot ropes of cum into you; spurring you into your own orgasm at the feeling of his hot seed within you. Calming down from your high, you brought you hand to caress his cheek gently. Admiring the way his chest heaved with each breath, how dialted his eyes were. While the ache had dulled, it still remained. Softly buzzing in the air, surronding the blissful high that had overcome you.

“I am not quite satiated, my dear. May I indulge in you once more?”

Lucifer found himself in a rare mood—one that was neither light nor playful nor duck involved. He watched from the corner of the Hotel bar as Alastor, the Radio Demon, his sworn enemy, leaned in close to you, his laughter echoing with static in the air. Alastor’s sharp smile glinted like polished teeth, his voice smooth and teasing. "Oh, Y/N, darling! You are truly a marvel!," he said, his tone dripping with mischief. 

Lucifer felt a twitch in his chest—a heat rising that was unfamiliar, yet unmistakable. Jealousy clawed at him, gnawing at his calm demeanor. How dare Alastor flirt so brazenly with his girlfriend? You giggled, a sound that felt like shards of glass in Lucifer's mind, and he clenched his jaw. That cute little giggle should be directed towards him and him alone. 

"You know," Alastor continued, seemingly oblivious to the dark aura gathering around Lucifer, "I’ve always said a girl like you deserves a little excitement. Lucifer can be rather… dull sometimes." 

The air crackled with tension, the mood shifting as Lucifer’s form began to shimmer, dark red eyes glowing and sending waves of red smoke swirling around him. His eyes glowed like embers, the familiar contours of his demon form creeping into view with his wings unfurling; towering and fierce. Jealously was a little green devil that he hated but by Hells, he wasn’t the sin of Pride to just not let his girlfriend been sullied by that god-forsaken mortal right in front of him. 

“Alastor,” Lucifer said, his voice low and dangerous, “why don’t you find someone else to amuse yourself with? I’m sure there are plenty of other souls in Hell who would appreciate your… charm.” 

You turned to Lucifer, and what started as confusion morfed into a mix of excitement and immediate arousal flooding your pants. You loved seeing this side of him, the protective, possessive nature that emerged when he felt threatened. “Lucifer, dear, we are just talking” you said lightly, but your smile held a hint of mischief. “Alastor’s just teasing.”

“Oh, but Lucifer,” Alastor chirped, unfazed, “you must admit, a little attention never hurt anyone, mhm?”

With a flick of his wrist, Alastor summoned a crackling radio transmission, playing a chaotic tune that seemed to mock the situation. The sound danced through the air, and he leaned even closer to you, an unabashedly charming smile gracing his features. Lucifer's patience wore thin, and with a growl, he stepped forward, his demon form radiating dark energy. “I don’t recall inviting you to play games with my girlfriend, Alastor,” he said, his voice a smooth, dangerous whisper.

You, caught between the two powerful demons, found the situation thrilling. The tension sparked in the air, making your heart race. “Lucifer, maybe we should just let Alastor have his fun?” you suggested, half-teasing, eyes sparkling with excitement. If all went according to you and Alastor’s plan, this was headed right where you wanted…Lucifer's glare turned from Alastor to you confusion and frustration mixing with something deeper—desire.

 “You think this is fun?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

“Not in the way you think,” you replied, stepping closer, gaze unwavering. “But I do think it’s… hot when you get all worked up.” You ran a finger down the lapels of his suit jacket, his horns shrinking slightly at the touch and wings softening. 

With a deep breath, Lucifer glanced at you, then back to Alastor, his voice steady but filled with an intensity that made you heart skip. “Just remember, Alastor, there are consequences for crossing me.” With a sudden snap, both you and your demon boyfriend were teleported away from the red and cackling radio demon into the sanctuary that was Lucifer’s room. The door’s lock rang out with a defined click and soon towering before you, Lucifer’s bright red and angry eyes bored into yours. 

“Mind explaining what that was about?” His tone was laced with frustration but you could tell what was underneath, confusion, fear, and adrenaline. A soft smirk came to grace your features as you sauntered toward him, hands laying gracefully on his chest. Your fingers came to trace one of his horns delicately, reveling in the shiver that past through he body beneath your touch. 

“I may have entreated Alastor to help me rile you up.” Your voice was nothing short of confident, as if you plan had come to fruition. Which it had. Lucifer’s eyes shone with confusion, his eyes momentarily flashing back to their beautiful original color as his lips formed a small pout. 

“You wanted me to be annoyed?’

“Not annoyed, per se. More…jealous and wanting to fuck me while you are big and powerful.”

Now that was a statement if he had ever heard one. Did he hear you right, were his ears decieving him? By Heaven, he hoped not. A ravenous sneer bloomed on Lucifer’s face, his eyes and body once again resuming his full demonic state. With a flash of white and red, the King of Hell pinned you against the headboard of his mattress. Your hands now sat pinned and body pliant to the whims and wishes of the fully demonic figure that hovered above you. And Hells, did it make you horny. Heart racing, body quivering with anticipation, every nerve seemed to sparkle with desire at the scene that played out before you. 

“So you want me to fuck you, ducky? Want me to throw you around like the little slut you are?” With quick and rapid nods, he had his answer as you writhed below him. He could smell you, how soaked you were. That damp spot on your pants did little to hide salaciousness of your thoughts and needs. Bringing a clawed finger to rip down the waistband of your pants, the fabric tore at the seams off your skin. Choking back a breath at the flash of cool air that rushed towards your panty-clad cunt, you shiver with delight as he ran a knuckle across your slit. 

“Oh, you really want this don’t you? Have barely touched you and you’re already a mess for me.” A lewd mewl passes your lips as Lucifer peeled the panties off your body, the fabric came off with an agonizing of squish of heavy damp slick. Wasting no time on formal foreplay, your body clearly ready and willing, Lucifer sank two fingers into your weeping pussy and started to scissor you wide. Plunging his large and deft fingers in and out of you, your body became lost in the erotic rapture of your senses. 

You could feel his touch everywhere. One hand digging into your hips, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on the valley of your neck, and the other hand knuckle deep inside you in such a way you felt you mind explode. The feeling of fullness was almost an impossible feeling to describe, an ardent need as close as you could think. There he towered over you, the soft outline of his toned chest peaking through the few buttons that had come undone from his top in the frenzy of fervent activity that was occuring. His face was laced with a carnal grin, clearly lost in the rhasposdy that was playing out. He looked so angelic like this, despite his forminable appearance. Eyes shinning with ectasy, lips parted and panting, ripe for you to slip your tongue into if you weren’t getting fingered till you saw stars. He was the stars of Heaven to your mortal form, gazing upon his power and gracefullness as you laid bare and ready to worship the alter of his every desire. How faiithfully you would serve, dutifully his Hellish preist. 

The thoughts swam in your head, imagining all the ways you based and mortal soul could only but be of service to the King that hovered before you. But your Heavenly escapdes were quickly brought down the sinful indulgence of the present as Lucifer curled his fingers up into you, massaging that perfect point on the front wall of your cunt racking your body with pleasure. 

“So sweet for me, such a precious little whore. You wanted to get fucked by the big bad King of Hell? Well, your wish is my command.”

Removing his fingers with a swift motion, leaving you no reprieve, he sunk his heady and heavy cock into you with one deft motion. Both of you moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved. Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, he relished in the sight below him. All laid out and pretty, moaning and writhing in pleasure all because of him, his power. How you had planned all of this just for him. You were truly such a loyal little sinner, so obedient and ready for him. After Lillith, he thought his life was crumbling, ready to end his own immortal exsistence. But there you came, waltzing into his life like you owned his soul and now here you were, eager and willing for him in every way he never thought possible. The thoughts alone nearly had Lucifer busting inside you, mumbling incoherently as he picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of your cunt squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much. 

“Go on Ducky. Tell me….tell me how good I feel….”

“Fuck, good, so fucking good—” Sobs of pleasure racked your body, cute and plush face stained with streak of tears that Lucifer bent down to lick gently off your face. You can feel your release barreling towards you with a unrecognized speed. Maybe it was all the build up of this moment; how long you had imagined this very thing or maybe it is just that good, you’ll never know. But Lucifer knows your body like it’s his and it is. Where to drive, the right spot to hit every time that had the pressure building and building till you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you cry you lover’s name. 

Gasping for air, you peeked your head up as you calmed down, only to see Lucifer’s eyes completely dialated and black; staring at the way your body soaked up his seed. He did not move, admiring the full indent in your stomach as your body greedily swallowed his cock and cum, Heavens, he prayed it would take. 

“So ducky, feel like riling me up again anytime soon?”

At first, dating Vox felt like slipping into a luxury advertisement you didn’t remember signing up for. Everything with him was neon-lit and polished to perfection. Private screenings in glittering studios, dinners with higher-priced meals than your monthly rent, oh, and he also took care of that, too. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, his slick voice humming through every television screen like a secret meant just for you. It was intoxicating, and you told yourself it was just his charm. 

But little things began to creep in. 

You’d catch yourself losing time during conversations, nodding along to things you didn’t remember agreeing to. Your thoughts would fuzz around the edges when his eyes glitched with static, or when his voice dipped into that low, humming register that vibrated in your skull. You’d wake up the next morning in lingerie you didn’t remember putting on, or with a phone full of horny texts you didn’t remember sending. At first, you brushed it off. Vox was powerful, sure. An Overlord. But he wasn’t that powerful. Right?

That was your first mistake. Assuming that your charming, devoted boyfriend was nothing but exactly that. Charming. Devoted. Oh, and how devoted he was. Vox couldn’t stop thinking about you. In meetings, when scheming against Alastor, even when he still had the occasional fuck with Valentino. All he could see was you. Chasing after the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his painful, hard cock, the sight of hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes, those pathetic, cute gasps that would sneak past your lips with every thrust. It was an obsession. Wanting to see you beneath him constantly. 

Which is why he had no issue using a little hypnosis on you now and again to make you…a little bit more eager to slip into bed with him. A quick little flash of his eyes, and you became so willing, so pliant to his desires. Dragging him by the tie to the bed, allowing his long frame to encase you on the mattress. Lips meeting his with a frenzied need, nipping softly at the flesh of his neck, hands wandering everywhere and anywhere. You needed to get him out of that stupidly hot suit, needed him to be bare above you. 

“So needy, doll. What’s gotten into you, I wonder–”

“Come on, Vox, just take it off already!”

“As you wish. Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

Peeling off his suit jacket and starting to unbutton his undershirt, he barely got the offending fabrics off before you were all over him again. Kissing and licking down his chiseled chest and abs, hands roaming without purpose across the expanse of his back. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as his head tilted lower, long tongue running across the supple flesh of your neck before starting to suck harshly. 

It quickly devolved into a scene of pure desperation after that, a mess of bodies and clothes on the floor. Continuing to drag his finger across your slit, you couldn’t help the lewd moan that escaped your lips as you pulled slightly on the restraints he had put in place. Two of his ties now cuff you to the expensive bedposts. You could feel the weight of his cock press against your leg as he continued dragging his deft digits across the slick that spilled from your cunt.

“V-Vox–”

“Sound so sweet, moaning my name like dollface.”

Bucking your hips up slightly, a silent plea for him to just fuck you already, Vox couldn’t help the amused laugh that left him at the sight. But being the merciful boyfriend he was, how could he not oblige you?

Slowly sliding his cock in, he stretched your needy hole. A slight shuddered groan passed his lips, both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved. Taking a few experimental thrusts, making sure to draw out every noise. He relished the sight below him. All tied up and pretty, moaning and writhing in pleasure, all because of him, his power. The thoughts alone nearly had Vox busting inside you before you had already started. Mumbling incoherently as he picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of your cunt squeezed onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace were becoming nearly too much. 

“Yeah, feel so fucking good, doll. Gonna ruin you for anyone else–.”

“Fuck, only you—holy shit—just you.” 

“You loved being tied up like this, mhmm….like my little needy whore?”

Oh, fuck yes. You loved it. Relished in it. How could you not? You don’t even remember how you got here, but that didn’t matter. Not with the way your boyfriend was mercilessly pounding into you, the heat building and building until you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you cried your lover’s name. Surely, the whole office, maybe even Hell, had heard you by now….just as Vox wanted. That’s what got him. The sight he chased after, again and again. You, creaming around his cock, tears running down your face from pleasure, and those whiny little breaths passing your puffy lips. Oh, he was absolutely ruined. 

Cumming nearly seconds later, spilling hot ropes of cum into you, Vox collapsed, slouched on top of you with a heavy moan. Both parties were covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily, and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged you in on the desk, pushing his cum back into you as he drew himself on top of your panting body. And for a split moment, even in your post orgasm haze, you could’ve sworn one of his eyes glowed red and squinted like a pocket watch. 

“Round two, doll?”