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Not Big Enough (ficlet)
Warnings: Afab! Reader, Dacryphilia, one-shot, 'imagine fucking Vox w his own dick', ramble/ficlet, Sub! Vox, Dommy Mommy, use of 'mommy', smut
In the words of @bigfatbimbo, the power struggle with this man is real. Your first Christmas as an actual couple, he gifted you a replica of his own dick to feed his own ego and to impress people he wants recognition from.
He whispered shit into your ear like 'Can't wait to fuck you tonight', almost like he knew he was gonna be squealing 'mommy' and ruining his voice box. And that's what happened.
He was sat on the bed, the mattress soaked with spit and lube, dick impossibly hard and waterfalling milky precum against his stomach as he cried and rocked his ass against the dildo. Against his own dick.
"Awwe, is it too small, baby?~" You cooed in a sickly sweet voice, which he sobbed at, gently holding the bottom of his screen, feeling his pink saliva and tears run down your hand. It never took much to beat him down, to destroy his ego until he was sobbing and whimpering like a child who lost their toy. He'd come at a touch of your fingers on his aching dick, which is why you kept your hands on his screen.
"Momm- mmnz- mommy, need- need you- hic.." He glitched and sobbed, rocking desperately on the dick he made for you, the dick that wasn't even good enough for him.
"Selfish slut. You expect me to help you get off? How am I meant to get pleasure from that when even you can't?" You asked harshly, a complete 180 from your previous sickly sweet tone, grasping his neck with a strong grip, hearing him gargle slightly before sobbing again. You were right, you always were.
"'M sorry, mommy, I- hnzz- I'll be better next- hic- time- please, please, mommy, please-" He sobbed out desperately, throwing his head back from the grip on his neck, scrunching your shirt tightly in his clawed hands, which had already clawed up the sheets. "It's not big- gghz- enough-"
He whispers airily, slowing his rocking as he pleads for you, pleads for you to let him cum.
"Well, you asked for it.." You mumbled, reaching your hand down and quickly beginning to jack him off, moving your fists up and down at a fast pace, eating up the wet Noises almost outruling his keening. This carried on for the rest of the night, until not only the lights shut off, but he did to..
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Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging
Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.
If you are really in this state, I can't do much but raise awareness, sorry
PLEASE
HUSKER IS TWEAKING OVER VAGGIE THROWING ANGEL IM ACTUALLY SOBBING
Huskerdust🔛🔝
look at him,can you blame us even?
I mean…. 😅
Introducing the angel dust siblings by their dad
There all finally together and there dad has this to say
Molly and nes are mad
Angel dusnt really care
I have angel dust hair; I'm simply built different. (we don't talk about the fact that my pink is basically not there bc it faded out)
edited note: have angel dust hair want niffty hair
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the only hazbin content you will find from me
repost
"Get real Al
Not dead just busy, love ya 💖"
A Reunited Conflict
Red- Katie
Purple- Vaggie
Advertisement was difficult for the hotel, as commercials were expensive and never certain to be effective. Going out in person didn’t guarantee to yield better results. Vaggie spent hours on the street of downtown Pentagram City, handing out custom flyers, while attempting to blabber out witty quips about said hotel. Though some pitied her by taking a flyer, but the return was non-existent. By the middle of the afternoon she was packing up her stand to leave, caked in sweat and debris.
Heels clacked from a salon mere feet away from Vaggie, a tall figure casting a shadow over the sunset that was beaming down on her.
“Holy shit… I forgot you even existed.” a stern yet almost booming voice announced from above. Katie Killjoy’s voice was so iconic with or without a microphone, and her words filled Vaggie with distress. Vaggie turned to face Miss Killjoy, who was daunting her well established shapewear dress, and sharp smile.
‘What.. could you possibly want.” Vaggie uttered in an unenthusiastic, almost miserable tone. Her arms crossed in a defensive stance.
“Now is that how you greet a potential patron? No wonder that building is lifeless.”
Vaggie could feel frustration building, as Katie was partly responsible for jumpstarting the Hotel’s spotty reputation. Members of the hotel were immediately mocked and belittled for suggesting such a possibility of improvement, and nobody could deny the influence Katie had on the general public.
‘No.. but it is the proper way to talk to a bitch like you.” Vaggie blurts out with confidence, the words almost fighting to desperately escape her mind.
“Guilty as charged!” the words also bursting out of Kaite’s mouth in an overly positive, obviously mocking tone. “I must say.. The dedication to keeping those doors open is astounding! To think that nobody will come in, you stand ready at the post regardless.” she bends over to meet Vaggies face, her tone still dripping in mockery.
“I’m sure if you keep giving us attention, more people will show up.. So thank you for the eventual customers.” Her delivery smug and smooth
“Attention or not, it’s clear that not one degenerate loser that festers here has any interest in becoming better. It’s funny to watch Charlie play pretend while ignoring legitimate issues in hell.”
“Well just because YOU don’t think people want it, doesn't mean it applies to everyone. A bit unfair to assume everyone's beliefs align with yours, isn't it? Some people don’t let the news spoon feed them blindly!”
Katie was thrown off by the surprisingly coherent, yet equally aggressive response.
“Maybe with words like that, instead of positive nonsense, your hotel would actually go somewhere.” the words spat out with disdain
“So why be so ruthless against it if you think it could work!” Vaggie was frustrated and breathless, the hardship of the day combined with the intense conversation breaking her down.
“What you’re doing can work, but it won’t yield much. Why would anyone here redeem themselves? They’re free to divulge in all their degeneracy whenever they wish. There is no surefire way of getting a soul into heaven, it’s blind effort.”
Her words piercing Vaggies ego, yet remained still and confident while Katie spoke.
Moments of silence and contemplation pass by, both girls at a loss of words, until Katie breaks the prolonged silence.
“Sinners have normal lives down here, and heaven obviously doesn't care enough regarding redemption or improvement for sinners. Miss Failingstar needs to lift her people up, not play suck up to a bunch of Angels.”
A light wind blows by, both sets of hair reacting slightly to the gust. Light murmurs emerge from the sidewalks, the argument continued long enough to garner an audience. Vaggie was spent, having a realization of sorts. That realization being there was no convincing Katie, nor changing her. Perhaps she had a point, as she herself was one of may who could care less of The princesses endeavors. Katie eventually walked away slowly, making lng strides in the opposite direction, and leaving silence as the final word.
Vaggie was being tested, both her mental and ideals were given disgusted words or faces. She knew this was a pivotal point in her efforts, determining if this was make or break. She yearned to cry, give up, and lay dormant in the hotel forever. Vaggie had to continue to wear her tough skin, even if it was borderline callused at this point.
She swallowed hard, wiped away forming tears, and made the arduous walk home.
Coffee Bribe
Blue-Vox
Red-Katie
It was a first for Miss Killjoy to be contacted by one of the V’s, especially Vox, yet she suspected it to be a favor of some regard. Though she doesn’t run the segment covering current stocks and company market values, she was well aware of VoxTech’s gradually declining value. Katie made her way downtown, to what she considered to be, an unnecessarily luxury cafe. Reservations were always required, and only available to recognizable figures. She’s an entitled, wealthy, and ruthless woman, but even she understood how much of an eyesore the cafe was. Once downtown, the shiny, matt black building stood before her along the sidewalk. It’s cheap golden handrails attached to the glass doors, with a handful of individuals and couples inside. Right as she grabbed the handle, a familiar voice filled her right ear.
“Just the lady I was looking for! I think this has been a long time coming, Miss Killjoy”
Vox was surprisingly upbeat, throwing Katie off
“It really has, hasn’t it? What took you so long?”
Katie’s teeth slightly clenched from cringing at Vox’s overly positive tone, causing Vox to slightly drop the act
“Oh well… I suppose our lines of work are different, no reason for us to interact particularly often”
“Understandable. Now let’s get seated..”
Katie opened the door for Vox, taking note of his much shorter height, barely matching half his feet. Both were greeted by a thin, lime green waiter. The waiter was tall in stature, presenting themselves as an imp/ succubus type appearance. he guides the two up a set of dark wood steps, accompanied by a clear glass set of side rails. Once arriving to the floor above, Vox and Katie are seated at a small, oval-shaped table. The table is accompanied by two black leather chairs, the armrests studded with metal. A simplistic, one sided menu is presented to both by the waiter, in which both glance at for a few seconds, waiting for the third party to leave.
“Miss Killjoy I’m confident that you’re aware of my companies less than average revenue, as of recent that is”
“Well of course I noticed, and so has everyone else.”
“We’re attempting to… revamp our image a bit and trim the fat with some of our current products.”
Vox reaches into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a pamphlet, and sliding it before Katie. She picks it up, unfolding it to find flashy discounts, and bulleted points of benefits
“Memberships yearn lots of profit, and we hadn’t considered it… until recently”
“What are you asking of me?” Katie uttered sternly
“A featured segment on your broadcast”
Katie almost laughed from the thought of shilling some tech companies service on her NEWS station. Other patrons on the floor looked in their direction, intrigued by Katie's overreaction
“Oh yeah? How about a good reason, because the fact that you’re an Overlord means little to me.”
Vox was taken aback, a noise exiting his mouth, but drawing it back to rethink his response
“Well, the type of compensation is up to you, but perhaps an exchange in currency is on the table?” His voice was buttery smooth in delivery, ending the sentence in a shit eating grin
“Oh please, you know I’m fucking loaded, so your handouts are unnecessary. Instead.. how about I keep you in my back pocket for a rainy day… a favor for a favor you could say”
Katie utters in a smug, almost condescending tone. She knew the ball was in her court, and was playing a very hard defense
Vox took a moment to form words, not expecting Katie to be so confrontational
“Ok… I suppose that’s fair… but I won’t do ANYTHING, this is a professional transaction, ok?”
“Of course, I’m not some freak that wants you dressed head to toe in latex.” Her elbow placed halfway on the counter, a razor-sharp smile accompanied with it
“Ok enough… you have my contact, so give me a call when you need something… and air this advertisement tomorrow” he says desperately, tapping on the pamphlet while getting up.
He leaves the table without a goodbye, almost in a rush. Perhaps he was becoming uncomfortable, or short on time. The waitress came back while he was leaving, confused and concerned
“Sorry, we just needed a few minutes to talk… I have coffee at home anyway” Katie says while standing up, towering over while walking past the waiter.
Katie left confident, though she did end up succumbing to Vox’s request, it was out of desire for something in return. Vox owed her something, and at some point in time she would use that to her advantage.
"A forgotten face fuck this guy joined the broadcast today! The radio demon, and current Overlord, Alastor! who asked for this fossil?"
"Alastor was very passionate and positive towards Miss Morningstar's hotel! Tom and I have no thoughts on the Hotel As if any of these degenerate losers could change 666 News was happy to speak with him regardless!"
"HEY- Eyes up here... fucking weirdo."
"At least you've got good taste~"
"But it's not as if you aren't the first, or the last disgusting freak the last lovely patron to drool all over me glue their eyes to my beautiful figure~"
"Just don't let your wife catch you going crazy over me through the screen."
“I must say Tom, your hair looks… decent today”
“Did you just compliment me?”
“That’s the most I’m giving you, take it or leave it.”
“Well.. thank you, Katie..”
“ I- you’re welcome… nerd”
Despite the hostility towards each other, both on and off camera, moments of romantic tension would sprout once in a blue moon. Tom felt fuzzy when interacting with Katie, and the same emotion was slowly growing on Katie herself.
"TOOOM the new girl called off today, so you gotta do the weather-"
"OH SHIT-"
"K-Katie?! shit I should've locked the door.."
*Tom attempts to hide his face with the surface of his hands, looking away from the mirror in his office. He faces away from me, his hands never prying from his face, scared to reveal his own face*
"Well... just finish up, ok? new girl said she wasn't feeling well, so you'll be doing the weather for now.."
*Tom doesn't respond, looking as if he was panting or catching his breath from the high stress those few seconds produced. I close his office door slowly, the slight glimpse and details of his face imprinted in my mind.*
“Listen Morherfucker, it’s MY show, regardless of how similar we sound”
“SOOO… Blitz-o, please tell us more😁”
Hell's Red Carpet
The competition amongst media stars is fierce, especially in the pride ring, except for one night a year. 666 News typically wins some bullshit award about being so consistent, but I didn't need a random fancy pants critique to tell me I'm hot shit. The same faces were there for decades, but me, Tom, and the V's usually attract a majority of the crowd. An exception slipped through however, and Alastor's uneasy smile was laid before my eyes. Though it was for a brief moment, only being seen through a crack of other people surrounding us, his face was instantly branded into my mind.
Minutes go by, me and Tom answer questions, and we get pictures of our fantastic outfits mostly me. A moment of brief ease hits me and Tom, as reporters get what they need, and the pictures they desired. Me and Vox never talk, which is a shame considering our attitudes and personalities, yet he is still the only V I wanted to speak to. Valentino disgusts me beyond verbal expression, and Velvette doesn't know enough about traditional news to hold a conversation with me fucking zoomers. As me and Tom separate naturally to seek out our desired people to discourse with, Alastor steps before me.
(Black-Katie, Red-Alastor)
"Miss Killjoy! why I haven't seen you in ages, but I knew you'd be here!" *He grabs Katies hand, forcefully shaking it*
"Right... Alastor... can't say your name has been uttered here for ages, how's that hotel?" *A hint of mockery to my tone*
"Well frankly its going great! Lots of participants rolling through the door just throwing themselves at the wall for a chance at redemption." *Glances around the room, noticing the journalists and reporters seeping away from our general area* "Now that we're a bit more... secluded... let's have a word"
*He gently directs Katie towards a back-area storage unit, the lowly lit room filled with shipping containers and camera equipment.*
"What the hell could you possibly NEED to speak to me about, because this is our first time interacting in years"
*she instinctively pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, getting ready to ignite the end.*
"Unless you're shooting your shot maybe?" *Scoffing at her own idea*
*Alastor stands tall, not meeting Katies height, but still formidable appearing* "I wouldn't think of it, ever."
*His tone was dead cold, his smile barley holding on*
"I could care less about your work, but when it involves slandering Charlies name and efforts, I must step in"
*Katie huffs and blows a cloud of smoke away from Alastor, her tone remaining stern* "Oh yeah? You defending that shit-tastic concept of a method of redemption? That's how you make your great return?"
*Katie chuckles while taking another puff, tapping the ashes to the floor. she paces the room, heels clacking loudly with every step*
"Thats not the point, Katie... slandering the hotel is one thing, but the princess of hell is too far." *His voice was almost aggressive and frustrated in nature, his eyes narrowing towards Katie*
"Let it be known... that if I ever hear any slander regarding Charlie on your broadcast again, I will not hesitate to add you to mine"
*Alastor leans against his cane, a static-like pressure filling the room for a brief moment. Katie eventually turns to face him, stomping her cigarette into the floor, and returning the same narrow gaze*
"I'll stop giving her shit, once she gets it together. Nobody can take her seriously, and nobody wants to listen to her nonsense."
*Katie takes a few steps closer to Alastor, clearly not intimidated by his words*
"You adding me to your list of screams won't change the fact, that Lucifers spoiled bitch can't control anything down here"
*Katie's figure leans down, looking down at Alastor as if he was inferior. Al doesn't flinch in the slightest, his smile ingraining into Katies brain more with every second looking at it*
*A few seconds go by of the two glaring into each other's souls, Alastor finally breaking the stare with a blink and a hum*
"Well, I suppose my job is done here, You have been warned after all. On behalf of all the residents, Charlie, and I, we implore you to give redemption a shot... seems you need it."
*Alastor turns to leave, humming as he does so. Katie is left in her almost stuck posture of slightly leaning over, shook by Alastor's lack of action*
*With the only sounds being the clack of Alastor's shoes fading away, Katie is left to wonder if she should think twice of making another mockery of Charlie*
Cooking with Killjoy! Cannibalistic edition.
"One of my personal favorites, fresh neck!"
"The recipe is simple, and the following is required"
1.First things first, splay that fucking neck open, poke holes and make cuts like you’re doing surgery.
2. Soak the neck in whatever blood choice you prefer. Imp blood is most common. Regardless, soak it for at least a minute, and let it remain idle for a few minutes after so the blood properly sticks.
3. Mix all of your seasonings together, how much of each is up to you of course. Afterwards, apply seasoning to all exposed parts of the neck. The freshly exposed blood will hold the seasoning tight.
4. Once thoroughly seasoned, allow your grill to reach a whopping 666 degrees Fahrenheit! We promise it’s not a gimmick; the unbearable heat will tenderize the neck to perfection.
5. Leave the neck on the grill, covered, for 15 minutes. One advantage compared to the mortal world's ribs, is that you aren't spending hours waiting for it to cook to desired condition.
6. Once the 15 minutes are up, check on how the neck is holding up. 15 minutes is recommended for tenderness, but if you prefer neck crispy, 5 more minutes will get you there. Place the neck on a clean plate, letting it cool for at least a few minutes
7.Once it's cool enough for you, feel free to dig in with whatever rips it apart the best. Neck is a common finger food, but we won't shame one who prefers utensils.
I recently had an interview with Elise, owner of the Veiny Limb Diner, and she too serves this recipe. If you’re short on time, swing by cannibalism Town for Elise’s convenient and delicious smoked Neck.
"At this point, just start a petition to make ME the new queen of Hell.. I deserve it anyway."
"Besides... she's just an eyesore anyway."
“oh yes!…how unfortunate of you to remind me😒”
(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)
Katie…
@hazbinsprotectorxxx
“Yes?”
“Oh yes! How…unfortunate for you to remind me😒”
(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)
Katie…
@hazbinsprotectorxxx
“Yes?”
“I… can’t say the same. Were you supposed be somebody important?”
(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)
Katie…
@hazbinsprotectorxxx
“Yes?”
(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)
Katie…
@hazbinsprotectorxxx
“Yes?”
Pretty standard RP blog, Katie will be in red text, and Tom will be in blue text.
-Minors DNI!
-No super creepy/weird asks
-don’t be surprised if the response is rude, Katie is a huge bitch :)
-If not in quotations, it is OOC
"Hello, all you disgusting, lowly sinners."
You already know who I am, so please keep in mind I'm the closest thing to royalty you'll ever interact with."
"Feel free to virtually grovel at my fucking feet, or talk your shit."
"This is my personal blog, and has no direct influence or ties to my profession."
"Follow the 666 News Blog for your fill of headlines, talking points, and yours truly."
My OCs in Hazbin hotel
Cherri with "Cherry Bomb" from The Runaways this, Cherri with "Cherry Bomb" that, what about Cherri with "Bad Reputation" from Joan Jett??
(Yes, I NEEDED to add that last part)
I... I JUST finished Hazbin Hotel and-
I won't be the same anymore, like, I NEED THAT SECOND SEASON
AND I NEED IT NOW.
LIKE, TF DO YOU MEAN THAT IT WILL BE BETWEEN 2024 AND 2025???? WE JUST BEGAN THE YEAR AND YOU'RE SAYING THAT IT WILL BE AT THE END OF IT???????
I'm going to suicide and go to hell myself if you don't give me a season two. Or the whole series-
But, whatever...
...Btw:
(Sorry for the bad quality omg☠) They're the same, we just need Velvette to be drinking and that's it.
Y'all don't know how much I'll search for Hazbin Hotel content. It's my new... Poison, you could say (I'm so bad at joking omg...).
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i would cease to function if yuri didn't exist my take on fem human radiostatic! alastor is allison and vox is vixie
i regret not inking the first image, because the pencil was so shiny while taking an image :/
i love storyboarding for comics i never finish
chat what are we thinking cuz me like
radiostatic doodles and a future comic 😈
i should really do radiostatic week i really want to finish it but this comic idea is stuck in my head 😭