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A Melody - MurderMedia Oneshot

Alastor hummed another one of his old-timey songs. Vince strained to listen, stiffening softly as he caught the tune.

To live it again is past all endeavour,

except when that tune clutches my heart…

Artie Shaw was a staple in that kitchen. So many songs Vincent had heard over and over. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel like he was listening to them for the first time when they were sung to him.

… What moments divine, what rapture serene.

He quietly put his drink down, turning ever so slowly to face tonight’s performance. Alastor was still humming, but perhaps he’d break into song. Oh, he loved when that happened. Sometimes he’d take his hand, and they’d dance. Alastor seemed oblivious to his begging gaze, sleeves rolled up and hands deep in sudsy water. The vinyl Vincent had bought him spun merrily as Alastor brought out a kitchen knife, reaching with his other hand for the tea towel.

“Vincent, dear, it’s rude to stare,” Alastor’s butter-smooth voice spread through him, leaving his mind uncomfortably blank.

“Right,” he managed a laugh. “Just curious if you were going to sit down with me soon.” Vincent’s posture and glance tore back to the rum on the table as he nervously realized he had let his guard down and been caught. Alastor chuckled softly as Vincent’s lips brushed the glass to gather more liquid courage. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” He teased.

Vincent sat back, stirring the glass by rocking it in his hand. He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you inviting me to wash dishes and hum your old-timey music?”

Alastor had long turned his back to him, shaking his head at the thought. “Heavens, no,” He sighed. “You’re a butterfingers. And Artie Shaw is timeless, not old.”

Vince fought a laugh. If there’s one thing he’d learned quickly, it was that the o-word was taboo. Something he thought funny, considering the man was 17 years his senior.

“Well jeez, Al, let me help you with something!” Vincent made his move, placing his drink down and slowly approaching from behind. “You’ve been cleaning up from last night still,” he pointed over at a freshly cleaned knife sitting to be dried on a towel.

“I don’t need any help, Vincent,” He looked at him curiously but there was some amusement in his expression. “Must you keep me from destroying our evidence?”

Vincent shook his head, certain that Alastor was messing with him. “Your shirt is still stained,” He said incredulously. “Can you at least let me handle laundry?”

Alastor inspected the small stain mentioned on his collar, smiling as if Vincent had understood some kind of joke.

“Well, I can’t see how you’d mess that up,” He shrugged, drying his hands on another dish towel. “Just don’t touch anything that isn’t yours and don’t go looking for trouble, now.”

“Sure, Al,” Vincent smiled at the acceptance. “You can trust me.”

“Oh believe me, I know,” He blinked before walking to his room to change his shirt.

[duckiewashere]

I promise whatever little kick this is, its almost out of my system. Hopefully... please.

Uncropped images are up on my twitter linked here, you guys know the drill

[hutteer]

lazyyyy

[crabussy]

I asked my five year old cousin what he would do if there was a scary skeleton and he said "I would pour water on it and then kick it" and I've been losing my shit laughing crying about a wet skeleton for about fifteen minutes straight

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murdermedia mpreg is so entertaining to me bc if either one got pregnant… even if it was the other’s baby they would hide it from each other. would rather die than reveal being With Child™️ while being on a killing spree across the US. the funny part is if the other DID find out in either scenario i think both would not rlly care as long as it doesn’t get in the way of Business (or force them to have the ‘what are we’ talk)

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SCENARIOS TO AID W SLEEP - Hazbin Hotel vers. (Part 1 of ?)

Vox

Vox smiled serenely, something you didn’t see often. You basked in the rarity, overflowing with a peace you found yourself chasing the feeling of when it left. The warm buzz of his screen by your cheeks made you realize your head had drooped to rest on his shoulder. He spoke, voice warm and charismatic, but you couldn’t keep up with the subject. You smiled as you felt your thoughts ease away, your fading focus narrowing on the scent of his cologne. Clean notes of tea and amber, a simple yet intoxicating fragrance that lingered in the rooms he’d leave. You breathed deep into his collar, settling in comfortably. As if to respond, you felt the familiar touch of his free hand encase your figure, securing you in the comfort. He was warm, not unbearably so, as you buried your face in his neck. You felt his throat rumble with a low chuckle at the gesture. Both hands tended to you when he paused his work to think. They raked slowly through your hair, stroked your lower back, planted securely on you, not stopping even long after you’ve fallen asleep.

Alastor

You lounged on a couch, the soft cushions sinking some body parts and supporting others. The crickets of the bayou sang you a sweet song while a radio buzzed an old show tune somewhere. The footsteps you’d learned to listen carefully for streaked with familiarity through a mixture of sticks, mud, and hardwood flooring. Alastor’s shoes made their click-clack and as they grew more intense you also heard a soft hum under his breath, carrying the radio’s melody.

“Ah, there,” You heard him faintly, smelling something freshly floral and the clink of glass. Either he’d come back from the hotel bar or perhaps he’d come with flowers. Click-Clack, Click-Clack, he walked closer. A hand gently squeezed one of yours, soft and delicate fingers exerting a hidden strength. A warm sugary sandalwood wafted through, emanating from his coat. The hand relaxed over yours as you heard the rustle of sheets. The other smoothed out the warm comforter over your body, settling you further into sleep. Alastor whispered a French phrase you were too gone to register, the words dripping with the accent of a seasoned speaker.

[azulainthetrenches]

Why is Pathetic Vox so appealing?

He turns rejection into spectacle

He’s powerful and still emotionally losing (that’s the good poison)

His control is a cover for wounded pride

Alastor is the perfect trigger (composed, unreadable, untouchable)

Unreciprocated love becomes monstrous (Vox doesn’t process rejection quietly. He escalates. His desire turns into obsession, possession, cruelty, rivalry, and revenge)

He externalizes ugly (and all other) feelings. (He's sooo expressionable with his stupid lil TV-Head ❤)

He becomes bigger than the wound. (He built the V's, right?)

He’s dangerous and pathetic at the same time. (DELICIOUS)

Vox isn’t over Alastor. He built an empire on not being over Alastor.

Sorry for the rambling. This pair just made me remember my very own rejection situation... and just like Vox, I'm not over her after 17 years :')

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HI I AM STILL WRITING FICS I AM JUST VERY PICKY ABT SHIP DYNAMICS SO ITS TAKING ME A BIT

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my al and vox playlists that i am way too proud of

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need more vox mpreg content bad. that pathetic man needs to be pregnant

ORA ORA GET PREGNANT

[6esiree]

𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐖: Nothing worth worrying about, just soft, fluffy headcanons that involve the way Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, and Abel touch you, embrace you, kiss you — you know, all that fun, domestic kind of stuff

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫:

• He grabs your cheeks with his thumb and his forefinger to give your face a light, playful shake.

• He embraces you with one hand cradling the top of your head, the other on the small of your back, cheek pressed to your temple.

• He bumps his nose against yours, moving it back and forth, eliciting a giggle out of you.

• He allows you to gently play with his ears, or his tail, if you beg nicely, feigning indifference to your touches, radio filter softly crackling.

• He links his arm with yours, encouraging your hand to hold onto his bicep during a stroll.

• He rarely sleeps, but when he finds that it’s a necessity, he sits next to you and relaxes into your side, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

• He glides his lips against yours, slow, tender, and a bit ghost-like, tongue tentatively grazing yours.

𝐕𝐨𝐱:

• He leans down and invades your personal space to affectionately chuck at your chin.

• He embraces you from behind, chest pushing up against your back and arms winding around your stomach, interlocking his fingers to cage you in.

• He reaches out with a singular finger and boops the tip of your nose, gently zapping you.

• He allows you to whirl his cables around your arms and toy with the antennas on his head, even his crooked one, making his screen staticy.

• He gingerly places his hand on your lower back or your waist, practically guiding you during a stroll.

• He sleeps very, very late, so when he finds you in bed, deep asleep, he carefully clambers into your arms and clings to you, screen against your chest.

• He pushes his lips against yours, quick, confident, and passionate, tongue skillfully caressing yours.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫:

• He traces the side of your face with the back of his hand in a mixture of adoration and appreciation.

• He tackles you in an embrace and jumps into your arms, sending you tumbling back, rolling around with you in a mess of limbs.

• He randomly sneaks up on you and quickly leans in to peck your nose with a kiss.

• He allows you to caress the base of his tail with a closed fist and touch each and every one of his wings, trying not to dissolve into a flustered mess.

• He reaches for your hand, intertlocking your fingers together during a stroll.

• He wraps his legs around your waist and his arms around your chest, hands sprawling open across your back, face buried in the crook of your neck.

• He presses his lips against yours, long, needy, and desperate, tongue eagerly finding yours.

𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥:

• He grabs your face with both hands and pushes your cheeks together to make you look like a fish.

• He dives down and wraps you up in a bone-crushing embrace, lifting you in his arms and falling back, forcing you on top of him.

• He leisurely traces the shape of your nose with his finger before gently flicking the tip.

• He allows you to touch his halo and spread his wings to their full expanse so you can wrap yourself in them like a blanket, making him giggle.

• He wraps his arm around your shoulders, keeping you smooshed against his side during a stroll.

• He grasps your waist and encourages you to sleep on top of him, telling you that he likes the weight when he’s actually afraid of squishing you.

• He plants his lips against yours, shy, nervous, and fleeting, tongue unsurely bumping yours.

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Bursting into tears (HCs)

What would Vox, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, Angel, Velvette, Valentino, Rosie, Sir Pentious, and Lucifer do if you broke down in front of them?

Vox:

immediately goes silent mid-sentence. Stares for a moment incredulously

his face softens and you can swear his screen dims

Quickly approaches and pulls you close

asks you quietly whats going on

bends to your level while you explain it

if you refuse to talk, he’ll teleport you somewhere private and start demanding you tell him everything

if said demands upset you further he mutters ‘shit’ and apologizes.

will take you out shopping or for food to take your mind off it.

Alastor:

notices almost right off the bat somethings up, so when you start crying he’s not surprised

wipes your tears with his hands.

“oh my, whatever is the matter? come, sit.”

Will snap a couch into the vicinity and set you down

is all ears for whatever is troubling you, you’ll get his two cents whether u want em or not

Gently persuades you to take some time in your room and rest.

*might* just hug you if he really likes you and/or know that comforts you.

Angel:

‘Aw, no!’

gently pulls you into a hug

will ask you if you need a minute

GREAT listener though his temper flares if someone’s hurting you

gives you Nuggets to pet

if you opt into privacy he’ll keep his distance but send you memes or ask you over text if you need anything

Husk:

Gently approaches you and asks what’s wrong.

hesitantly pulls you into a hug after you explain.

will give you advice if he thinks you need it

tells you to take it easy and get some rest

if you try to ask for a drink you’re getting water. get hydrated!

Niffty:

cries when you do

‘what are we crying about?’

^ you explain and she cries HARDER

both of you get a good sob sesh in and cling to each other like velcro for a bit

ends up ranting about something to you and both of you forget the torrential breakdown you just had

Pentious:

‘There, there!’

will wrap himself around you

orders eggs to get tissues and blankets

will insist you drink some tea

keeps you company

if you talk about it with him he listens, surprisingly super good with navigating your emotions with you

might invent you a little gadget to cheer you up in the meantime

Velvette:

‘What’re you doing?’

when she realizes you’re actually upset her phone is DOWN.

Gently puts your hair up out of your face and gives you tissues so you don’t dirty your sleeves

will touch up any runny makeup

not good with the whole emotions thing but quietly listens and gets angry on your behalf if someones being stupid

Valentino:

Calls you pet names and immediately wraps his wings around you

‘what’s this about?’

will gently pet your hair

needs to know who he has to kill

insists you need to eat something and sits you down in his lounge to relax

has, um. ways of making you forget your woes.

Rosie:

‘Oh, honey, come tell Rosie what’s wrong!’

sits you down for some tea immediately.

holds your hand

Gives super solid advice and doesn’t overstep

smiles serenely when you give a stuffy chuckle at the end of it

Lucifer:

‘oh, geez.’

NOT prepared at all

tries to make you laugh, transforming into animals or juggling ducks

if that doesn’t work he gets fully concerned

will gently ask if you’d like to talk about it after you’ve wiped your tears

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How each character would react to there first kiss with you (w/Vox, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, Abel)

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Genre: Fluff, love, romance.

Summary: short stories, fluffy, romantic and sweet.Can be read as Woman reader, GN reader, Male reader.

Hazbin hotel characters x reader

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★ VOX

Vox doesn’t get flustered. He makes people flustered.

Or so he thinks.

The moment your lips brush his, the screens on his body glitch so violently the lights in the room flicker. His smirk shatters—literally. His entire body goes pixel-bright like a TV losing signal.

He freezes.

Then slowly, he leans back in, fingers gripping your waist a little too tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“Do that again,” he murmurs, voice modulating with static.
“Please.”

He kisses you a second time—far deeper, far hungrier, far more possessive—and afterward he touches his lips like he can’t believe he felt something he didn’t control.

His processors run hot for hours.
He replays the kiss in his mind like a rerun he never wants to end.

★ ALASTOR

The Radio Demon does not kiss people.

He charms, he laughs, he manipulates—
but kissing is intimacy, and intimacy is dangerous.

So when you lean in and press your lips to his cheek—softly, gently—
his usual grin freezes.

And then cracks.

For the first time in decades, his smile drops into a startled, flustered half-smirk.
A faint blush dusts his cheeks, almost undetectable.

“My, my… how bold,” he whispers.

He doesn’t kiss you back at first—he’s too stunned.
But later, when he walks you home, he stops under a quiet streetlamp.

“May I… return the gesture?”

The kiss is old-fashioned, warm, reverent.
And afterward, there’s a tremor of emotion in his voice he can’t hide.

“Darling… you are going to be the ruin of me.”

★ LUCIFER

He kisses like someone who’s had centuries to practice charm.

But the moment before the kiss?
That’s where the truth is.

He hesitates.
His voice softens.
His eyes lose their usual smug shine.

When you finally kiss him, he inhales sharply—
like you just pulled him back to life.

His wings flare behind him in a burst of involuntary motion.

He kisses you again immediately, deeper this time, his hands sliding around your waist like he’s waited ages for this.

When you pull back, breathless, he whispers:

“You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

And for once, the King of Hell sounds mortal.

★ CHARLIE

Charlie’s first kiss with you is pure emotion.

She doesn’t plan it.
She doesn’t prepare.
It just happens—

She’s rambling excitedly about something, you laugh, she looks at you with big sparkling eyes, and suddenly she blurts—

“Can I kiss you?”

You barely say “yes” before she leans in.

The kiss is soft, warm, and full of hope—
like she puts every bit of faith she has in you into that moment.

When she pulls back, she hides her face in her hands.

“Oh my gosh—I’m so sorry—I mean I’m not sorry—I just—wow—”

She shines for the rest of the day.
Literally.

★ VAGGIE

Vaggie tries to act like your first kiss doesn’t affect her.

She fails.

The moment you kiss her—quick, tender, careful—
her entire body stiffens like she’s been shot.

Then she melts.

Her hands grip your shirt, pulling you closer, kissing you again with unexpected passion, like she’s been holding back for months.

When it ends, she looks away, cheeks burning.

“I’m supposed to be the tough one here,” she mutters.
“Why’d you have to make it feel like that?”

She avoids eye contact for 30 minutes.
Then she takes your hand and refuses to let go.

★ ADAM

You kiss him first.

He literally doesn’t know what to do.

His wings snap open so hard they blow papers off tables.
He stares at you like you’ve violated the laws of God.

“I— that— you— YOU kissed ME?”

He’s flustered, embarrassed, and deeply, deeply affected.

He tries to pretend he didn’t like it.

He fails miserably.

Later that night, he’s alone in his room, touching his lips and whispering:

“…okay maybe it wasn’t terrible.”

The next time he sees you, he won’t look at you directly—
but he won’t stop staring either.

★ ABEL

Abel is sweet.
Abel is pure-hearted.
Abel is the kind who makes the first kiss feel like something sacred.

He asks permission in a soft whisper.

When you say yes, he cups your cheeks with trembling hands, brushing his thumbs along your skin before leaning in.

The kiss is tender.
Slow.
Full of gratitude and awe.

When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours.

“That was… really nice,” he murmurs shyly.
“Can I… do it again?”

He becomes braver the second time.
And the third.

You’re the first person who’s ever made him feel truly safe.

[voxytocin]

UAGAHAUAHU I LOVE SUB!VOX SM !!! I saw your A/N on recent post so i wanted to suggest/request something...what abt comforting (if yk what i mean~ 👀) past!vox/vincent after he got rejected by alastor?? Poor baby needs some love, i wanted to fit through my screen and give him the hugest kisses and hugs T-T <333

Hello, thank you for taking me up on that—I like the way you think... CRT!Vox was such a cutie!

CW/Tags: Smut, handjob, blowjob, Gentle-Dom!Reader, Sub Past!Vox, praise kink, some hurt/comfort

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Okay, So, for one, the very fascinating thing about this particular facet of Vox's personality is that it's really, by and far, the most him.

He's not hiding anything about himself, not acting with any ulterior motives the way he almost always does, but rather, just being himself! In love and sort and vulnerable.

And, well—you know how the story goes. He gets his heart stomped over the moment he bares it. Closes himself off, buries that vulnerability for good.

But... What if the story went a little differently? What if there was someone else he could just—be himself with?

That's where you come in.

Vox is just as willing to be his goofy, vulnerable self with you. You're... Different. Special.

So, when Alastor rejects him, the first person he turns to is you.

His worldview's been shaken up, and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He's not even sure you're not going to just kick him out at the door.

But you let him in. You lend a listening ear. And then...

"You know..." You murmur, a hand trailing down to fiddle with the hem of his pants. "I think I could make you forget about that loser."

Vox gasps as your hand gently presses at the tip of his cock—both at the sensation, and due to shock. Are you... Suggesting what he thinks you're suggesting? He half can't believe what he's hearing. On one end is the little voice whispering recycled insults taken straight from the events of prior hours—disappointing, pathetic-

And then your hand works him up again, and he forgets about it all in a daze.

"You like that?" You murmur, voice low and husky and one he'd like to drown in.

Vox rapidly nods. That seems to be the right response. Is there a right response here? He doesn't quite know—his mind is going fuzzy at the edges.

"Good," you say, sending a jolt of arousal shooting straight down his spine. At the ensuing full-body shudder, you laugh softly. "You're adorable."

Adorable. Good. Vox can't think about anything else, only those two words of praise, low and honeyed, gripping his mind in a vice.

You switch up in your ministrations, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, and he bites back a moan.

"Now, now," you say, voice gentle yet stern. "Don't hide your sweet voice."

The praise is enough to make him let out another humiliating noise, this time, one he doesn't try to stifle. You let out a pleased hum that sends vibrations straight down the back of his neck.

"Good boy."

And that's enough to send him straight to the edge, and he's oh so close when-

Your hand pulls away, leaving him humping the air.

"A-Ah...?" He starts. "Did I do something, or-"

You get on your knees, and it quickly becomes apparent what you actually sought to do.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, if you're offering...!

"I wouldn't want to make a mess, now," you say, tongue teasing at his shaft. Your eyes lock and he looks away with a flush—Wait, what the hell is he acting all- all awkward for? He's an overlord, not some- flustered maiden! This isn't even his first time!

Vox is about to try and do something, anything to reclaim his dignity, when your mouth envelops his length, and his brain short circuits. he's half sure he's got an error screen on right now.

Your tongue laps at the tip of his cock, before swirling around it like you're licking a lollipop, and oh, damn, is this what is means to see stars? Vox doesn't remember anything he was upset about anymore, all of it so, so fuzzy. All he can think about is you, your mouth around his cock, and-

It's the muffled "good" that tips him over the edge, and her knees buckle as he lets out a cry. It's all very unbecoming, most likely, but he can't bring herself to care, and you certainly don't, either, swallowing every last drop.

The world takes a while to fade into view after that. When it does, you're there, a wet cloth on his forehead and a warm smile.

"Feeling better?" You say. Vox rubs at his dampened eyes—damn, he hadn't even registered his own tears—and smiles nonetheless.

"...Thanks," he says. Your gaze softens in turn, a hand on his shoulder.

"Any time."

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“Wait—fuck,” Vox mutters, the sound crackling at the edges as your lips claim his again. His claws clamp around your hips in a reflexive jerk, digging in just enough to make you gasp before he forces himself to loosen the grip. He’s trying to stay composed—keyword trying.

Not that any of this is your fault. He’s the one who decided to show up in that new Velvette-designed suit, all straps, buckles, and smugness. He looked like a warning label dressed as a sin.

What were you supposed to do, not climb into his lap?

His taste floods your tongue—metallic, electric, dizzying. It hits your brain like a drug, warm and overwhelming, and the kiss turns messy fast. Desperate, uncoordinated, addictive. You push deeper, feel him glitch under you—

BEEP-beep!

You freeze. Both of you part with a wet sound, a thin line of saliva stretching, breaking. In the top corner of his screen, a bright red alert blinks: ABNORMAL HEART RATE.

You stare at it. Then at him. Vox’s face glitches into a soft blue error overlay, embarrassment flickering pixel by pixel.

You start laughing.

“Fuck you— it’s not funny,” he snaps, voice clipping into static in a way that absolutely proves it is funny.

THUNK!

The desk shakes, You both whip around to see Shock.wav slam his snout into the reinforced glass again, water churning behind him

On Vox’s internal HUD, a bubble pops up in bold text: DADDY IS HURT.

“WAIT—WAIT, SHOCK.WAV! DADDY IS OKAY—HOLD ON—STOP—STOP!!”

a/n: i know hes a screen and i kept dilly-dallying about writing him kissing - but then again how tf does he drink a smoothie when hes on a "date" with alastor???

[dynamaxed]

hi! carey means needs help still - he's the voice actor for frylock in aqua teen hunger force! adult swim screwed him badly and pays no residuals and barely paid him during the show's run. he has heart failure and survives on con earnings, plushie sales, and donations while waiting for disability to get back to him. posts used to make the rounds for him, but haven't in a while, so i wanted to make a new post!

if you'd rather buy a plushie - here's the shop he and his wife run!