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What do you get when you pair a desperate Vox who really needs to pee and an Alastor who gets off on humiliating Vox in an open bar?
Bookmarked by Loulabelle0331
22 Sep 2026
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Following the disappearance of his body, Vox goes to the Hazbin Hotel to investigate whether Alastor was responsible for it. Once the sordid truth comes out, Vox seizes an opportunity he thought he would never have, and Alastor indulges himself in another taste of a craving he never expected to develop.
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- Part 2 of Taste
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20 Sep 2026
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Alastor’s smile turned into a toothy grin as one hand rubbed Vox’s shoulder and the other stroked the side of his face “You do know you’ll be stuck in a forever radio broadcast of terror and torment if you ever utter a word of this to anyone, right, my dear?”
Alastor didn’t have to confirm, Vox had no interest in ever sharing any of this with others. This side of Alastor was his and his alone – nobody else had the right to know The Radio Demon enjoyed fear and that being hunted for sport by Vox turned him on. That was for Vox and Vox alone.
“I know, Al. I wouldn’t dream of it. So, you want me to… hunt you down and pretend-rape you, then?” Vox tilted his head to the side, though the heat on his cheeks was obvious now.
“Yes, exactly. Make me fear for my life, and make it hurt.”
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Alastor and Vox do some consensual non-consent, with a bit of primal play and a hefty dose of cute, soft aftercare! Because everything I write of these fools turns to fluff eventually, even the filthy degenerate sex.
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- Part 6 of Crashing Wavelengths
Bookmarked by Loulabelle0331
20 Sep 2026
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In a time when the Hazbin Hotel hasn’t yet been built and Alastor hasn’t disappeared for 7 years, Vox asks him to meet.
He’s grown tired of their old fight, all he wants is his best friend back and he’s ready to prove it to him.
Needless to say, Alastor doesn’t believe a word.
Still, the Radio Demon hardly turns down a challenge, and what starts as a joke turns into a night at Vox’s place, and what started as a meaningless night ends up stirring more feelings than Alastor was prepared to handle.Bookmarked by Loulabelle0331
19 Sep 2026
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“Woah, woah,” Vox says. “Hold your horses. What—”
“This isn’t right.” The shadows around him swirl and turn darker and darker, sharpening into points. His eyes are shining red. “What did you do to me?”
“I didn’t do shit!” Vox sits up and crawls forward—Alastor presses himself back against the wall, ears flattened over his head. The hard turn from predator to scared-looking prey is making Vox’s head swim. “How is it my fault you’re rock hard?”
And he really is, Vox’s hindbrain notes. If anything, he seems to have gotten thicker—Vox can see the outline of him perfectly. Alastor curls in on himself when he notices Vox’s eyes.
“I don’t,” he starts, and then stops. That seems to be the end of the sentence.
“Well, you clearly are," Vox spits, frustrated. “I really don’t get the hassle here. I mean, we’ve been. Uh.” Together is a loaded word, but so is dating. Fraternizing? No, that sounds even more sordid. “Companionable. Right? This isn’t out of the, uh. Range of options.”
Bookmarked by Loulabelle0331
16 Sep 2026