Summary: When a powerful Overlord, who rules over the alcohol industry and mysteriously went missing from public eye, comes back at the hotel of none other than Charlie Morningstar, how would the other Overlords react?
𖤓 Alastor
• What a delightful surprise to see you at the hotel it is! To be fully honest, Alastor never had the chance to know you that well, you were always such a reserved person, only ever showing your face in the meetings.
• He's curious about what brings you to this place, being away for seven years made your own disappearance also unknown to him, you were shortly after him too. He wastes no time in trying to get closer to you.
• You're nice to chat with, that he will admit, but his friendliness comes from a place of control, you're an unexpected puppet in his little theater of suffering souls, he didn't plan to have you in the picture at all, and he can't risk falling in Charlie's trust ranks, he's keeping a close eye on you.
• It also frustrates him that you're so mysterious about your little vacation, a little hypocrite of him, he'll admit, considering he won't reveal his as well, but the way you're so vague about it, as if you're trying to push his buttons, see how much more forced his smile can become around you.
• There's this unspoken rivalry and unfriendliness aura whenever you two interact but you're both so polite about it no one would notice without thinking they're going crazy.
𖤓 Vox
• Why are you back, you shouldn't be back, he was about to dominate that market as well before your sudden arrival ruined everything, right after Alastor too? You two must be plotting with each other against him, that must be it, why else would this be happening?
• He tries to keep watch over you, he has cameras in every one of his products and drones the fly all over pentagram city, but of course, you and every other Overlord know better than to have any VoxTek technology, so his attempts come to no avail, doesn't help that the old ass hotel doesn't have even the newest TV model either.
• After his… subtle attempts don't work, he'll try and contact you personally, sending his poor secretary over and over again to the hotel with gifts and a letter asking you for a meeting, you caught his cameras hidden on the flowers and food three times before he gave up on those, and maybe that wasn't a good image to sell you into seeing him face to face.
• His annoyance turns into frustration, and frustration turns into obsession. Your constant denial of his advances to start a friendly conversation and maybe even a partnership reminds him way too much of Alastor, you two make a good pair and he hates that even more. At this point he has his drones around the hotel and laughs at every picture he can get of you stepping outside for fresh air, no matter how blurred they are.
• Valentino mocks him and Velvette says it's turning into a Alastor chace 2.0, but he doesn't care, he'll have you at his mercy sooner or later, mark his words.
𖤓 Velvette
• Who are you again? Urgh, she doesn't care, all she knows you are in hell as long as Carmilla and she tasted your wine like once or twice, but she couldn't worry less about you being around, especially if that's making Vox act all worked up.
• What do you mean you're trending on social media? What do you mean you are being more talked about than her newest fashion line release? How fucking dare you.
• She tries stalking you in your social media, but apparently you're a nyandertal and don't even own a phone, how pre-historic are you?? It takes all her self control and Vox lecturing her for her to not start shitting on you online, you're a big threat he says, one that he wants on their side, and calling you bad names is wanting to get in trouble.
• She probably forgets you exist after everyone stops talking about you as much, she can still hear wispers and gossips but you're not on her for you page anymore and that's all she cares about. Still checks from time to time in Vox's room to see if he had any progress in gathering your information.
𖤓 Husker
• He remembers you, and you seem to remember him as well, because the moment you put your feet inside the hotel and sees him at the bar counter, you're smiling and greeting him.
• You two were rather close, having a partnership in the past, you sold your best beverages to him and his multiple casinos, even working as a bartender in some when you felt like it, and he offered you a good amount of money as souls in exchange, he still remembers the busy nights dearly.
• But his Overlord days are long gone, his position now belonging to another greedy bastard, your deal broken by his own greed. He lowers his head when you wave, he's not even half of his former glory, for you to see him in such a pathetic state…
• But you don't come at him with snarky remarks, you don't look at him with judgment in your eyes, you simply sit by the counter and ask for a simple Cocktail, you chat with him like you're just old buddies while he prepares your order, and in a way, you two are.
• He likes having you around, makes the place less lonely.
𖤓 Carmilla
• You two were never close, but she remembers you being in all the meetings she organized, you listened and was polite, raising your hand before speaking and always bringing something useful for the table, so she finds you a pleasant presence.
• When you suddenly go missing, she thinks of the worst, an exterminator got you, the idea of the angelic weapon piercing through your body is not a nice one, but not unbelievable, that would just be a cruel reminder that her daughters could be next.
• But your subordinates don't stop working, your factory keeps on producing and your influence, even if less present, is still in the air. So she knows you're not dead, she may not know where you are, but you're alive.
• Said and done, you come back a few years later, right as the memory about having you sitting in her meeting room seems to be falling into oblivion, there you are again, sitting by the same chair. You look a little different, and act differently too, but you're safe and sound, and that eases her mind.
𖤓 Rosie
• Rosie likes to think you two were friends, even if you rarely went out of your office, you would never deny her invitations for a tea party at Cannibal Town.
• When you suddenly go missing, she almost feels bad for sending Alastor away to part of his little quest, he would've gotten information about your whereabouts in no time. But oh well, she works with what she got.
• When Alastor reports that you've been at the hotel, she wastes no time trying to communicate with you, she sends another formal invitation and just like that, you're in front of her, like you never left.
• Rosie tries making you slip up anything about your trip, she's a smooth talker, and knows how to soften people into revealing feelings and thoughts they normally wouldn't, but you don't falter or stumble in your words even for a moment, as expected from another Overlord, she feels proud.
• Says goodbye with a tight hug and asks Alastor to keep a close eye on you while you're at the hotel.
𖤓 Zestial
• Unlike every other lord in the pentagram, he never once worried about your sudden departure, you two were, let's say, in friendly terms, unlike any others, he wouldn't constantly bother you or come with stupid partnership suggestions, he was calm and soft spoken and you gave back the same energy.
• You warn him about your “break”, you don't tell him much, not even where you're going, but you trust that information isn't leaving his mouth, he promises you it won't, and that he'll keep a close eye on your workers to make sure no one tries anything funny while you're gone.
• Your empire was strong enough to hold itself together, you earned the trust of your souls –even if most still weren't happy you had chains on their necks– and your right hand mans made up for said titles. But even the mightiest of kingdoms still grows weaker without a ruler, and multiple times Zestial had to watch Overlords try to take over your efforts while being able to do nothing about it.
• When you do finally come back, he hears it from Carmilla rather than from you, and still, he lets out a sigh of relief, he knew he shouldn't doubt your person. He makes sure to catch you when he notices you on the streets and greet you back with a hand on your shoulder and a smile, it's always good seeing a friend.
A/N: I'm working on my old asks I promisse, but when the idea comes I have to grab it.
cw boob shots, body shots, alcholism, gambling, coming on body, mild boob job, tit fixation, public sex (clearly a power play)
A/N: as a gambler please know that nothing brings me more joy than seeing husks gambling addiction. also i love him hes my boyfriend i need him so bad.
You are a server/dealer at The Magic Kat- your job? Keep people drunk, and take as much money as you can.
Husker is thankfully not a cruel owner- hell he's not even quite an 'owner', more like a boss. He owns your soul the same way your boss from when you were living did. You clock in- you're his, have access to minor amounts of his powers, and swindle like your life depends on it- which it does- and then you clock out. He keeps you safe during exterminations and turf wars- you work nights.
Considering how other overlord handle their contracts you've struck gold. You're wearing the casino colors- gold, black, red, and white- a black miniskirt, red bodice that pushes your tits up. Red and white heels, and gold jewlery. You looking fucking incredible.
At the start of the night you serve drinks- making sure no glass is unfilled. The drunker the better. You walk slow and sultry through the casino- swapping empty glasses with full ones.
Husker is sat a poker table- a handful of overlords sat around the table. You walk over and refilll glasses. One of the overlords whistles and tips his glass to you. You refill it with nothing but a purr of sultry satisfaction.
Husker waves you over with a half hearted curl of his finger. You smile and walk to him. His hand falls to your waist, he leans his head on your stomach. "Shot of rum doll." He says, eyes never leaving the game.
You hum and summon a glass and bottle. You pour the shot, but instead of taking it he chuckles. "Take it." You blink and grin. You take the shot- rum burning your tongue- and then you lean down so he can kiss you. His mouth opens and you push the rum into his mouth from yours. He hums against your lips as he drinks the shot. Eventually he pulls back, he fills the glass again and pats his lap.
You straddle him and he pushes the shot between your tits. His hands fall to your waist and he chuckles. He licks up the swell of your breasts- and then takes the glass between his teeth. He throws his head back, and the rum sloshes into his mouth.
He chuckles low in his throat and sets the glass on the poker table, he takes the bottle and pours the liquor onto your bare skin. You gasp and glare at him- but he buries his face in your cleavage and starts lapping up the rum- rough tongue making you shiver.
He unfastens your bodice and kneads and sucks at your tits. His hand goes under your skirt to rub at your clit through the fabric of your underwear. He moans into your tits- from the liquor or from you you're not sure.
He picks you up and presses you onto the table and you flush as the other overlords are staring at husk lapping at your chest. He shoves your skirt up and his pants down. He tugs your panties to the side and presses his cock into you. He groans, and looks to the others. He throws a royal flush onto the table- causing the others to shout in anger.
He laughs and the feeling of victory swells inside him. He fucks you while cackling. "fuck doll- my good luck charm huh?" He's hitting your g-spot over and over- and fuck your eyes well with tears. "mmm- you like it doll? Like it whan i fuck my lucky charm? Huh? Do ya baby?"
You moan and nod frantically. "fuck- yes- yes I- oh fuck Husk-"
He fucks you fast, messy, and somehow deeper than you've ever been fucked. maybe its the murmurs into your skin about how good you feel around him, or how perfect your tits are, or how he never loses a game after taking body shots from you.
The praise makes your toes curl in your heels.
He brings his hand to your clit to rub. "im gonna fucking cum baby- ah- ooh fuck baby-" His voice is low and gravelly, you can feel your own orgasm building.
He laughs as he fucks you fast chasing your release- and finally you cum around him, back arching and crying out as waves of pleasure pulse through you.
He pulls out and finishes on your stomach and tits- covering you in his cum. He moans and while his cock spurts cum and presses your tits together- fucking them weakly as he finally stops coming.
You two breath heavy for a few minutes before he steps back. He cleans himself off and grins. "Why dont you take the rest of tonight off babydoll?"
You chuckle and start wiping off. "And miss out on another round?"
Cuddling with a very warm and purring husk as he makes biscuits (kneads) on ur back and you’ve just taken a bath with him so hes all silky and smooth, his fur is all untangled and he smells so good and so do you, and the bed is freshly clean with so many thick blankets and its so comfortable and you just genuinely reach flow state
Charlie Morningstar - Rabbit species: Pygmy rabbit
Sfw:
✰ She'll 100% play with your ears if you have them! She'll have you lay your head in her lap while she runs her fingers over the backs of your ears and into/over your hair.
✰ Will probably ask you a bunch of rabbit related questions. Like, do you like carrots over lettuce? Or do you have a heightened sense of smell? Better hearing?
✰ She'll squeal every time she sees your nose twitch. She thinks it's the most adorable thing ever.
✰ Will give you bunny kisses while you are cuddling and trap you in a koala hug.
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon her to be more bottom leaning
✰ She works so hard all day, so she needs you to take control in bed
✰ I don't think you guys do anything extreme, pretty vanilla and fluffy
✰ You guys probably take things slow and use sex as a way to relax
✰ She'll 100% help you with your heat-cycle if you let her
Vaggie - Rabbit species: European rabbit
Sfw:
✰ Will let you touch her wings if she can touch your ears
✰ She was so worried the first time she heard your high-pitch squeal of distress. Turns out, Niffty accidentally bumped into you while cleaning.
✰ Her favorite thing that you do is when you thump your foot to get her attention
✰ She also finds that she's a lot more comfortable with you nuzzled into her side
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon her to be a service switch
✰ She can lean both ways, but she always focuses on your pleasure
✰ Make sure you take care of her every once and a while though
✰ Again, I don't think you two would do anything too crazy
✰ I think sex with Vaggie would be sweet and loving
Angel Dust - Rabbit species: Mexican cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Do I think he likes to pick you up and spin you around? Yes, yes I do
✰ Will let you play with his chest fluff while he plays with your tail
✰ He'll tease you in a loving way, don't be afraid to tease him back
✰ Will constantly be giving you flirtatious winks across the room and cheek and forehead pecks.
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon him being a power switch
✰ His work requires him to be the bottom in every situation, but I think he likes to be the one on top with his partner
✰ He likes to know he has complete control over his life outside of work and doesn't have to be treated like a toy all the time
✰ Since he's done every kink at least once, I think he'd be more than happy to guide you through whatever you want to explore
Husk - Rabbit species: Dice's cottontail
Sfw:
✰ You were a bit weary of him at first because cats are sometimes predators of rabbits. But you eventually warmed up to him.
✰ He was freaked out when he discovered you sometimes sleep with your eyes open
✰ You probably kick him in his sleep, but he doesn't mind
✰ He does not know how to deal with your zoomies. You guys are like the complete opposite when it comes to activity
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon him to be a service switch
✰ He can also lean both ways and doesn't mind taking a less dominant role
✰ In his mind, as long as you're happy and getting pleasure he doesn't mind doing anything at all
✰ You guys help each other out during your heat cycle
Sir Pentious - Rabbit species: Volcano rabbit
Sfw:
✰ He likes to curl up in your lap and stay there for as long as he can
✰ Will tear up if he finds you taking care of his egg bois
✰ You guys have a garden together and he makes you mini bouquets of flowers
✰ He sleeps curled up next to you for warmth
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon that he's a bottom
✰ Pentious does not have a dominant bone in his body
✰ He might be a little subconscious about having two dicks, so give him all the kisses in the world
✰ You'll definitely have to take the lead because he'll be too shy to
Alastor - Rabbit species: Swamp rabbit
✰ Imagine him owning your soul and treating you like a pet
✰ Dragging you around everywhere just because he can
✰ Giving you a pat on the head if you did a good job on something
✰ Feeding you treats for the most mundane, stupidest tasks
✰ Actually addressing you as bunny or pet
✰ Keeping you on a leash so you never get away
Lucifer - Rabbit species: Omilteme cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Will wrap his wings around you when you cuddle
✰ He'll boop your nose or play with your ears at random times of the day
✰ Gifts you rubber duckies with rabbit ears
✰ Does a TON of research about rabbit behaviors and your species
Nsfw:
✰ I see him as a service switch, who is more bottom leaning
✰ Like, he LIVES to pleasure you
✰ Literally can not get off if your not
✰ He whimpers (That's all I'm saying bc Lucifer fans scare me)
Vox - Rabbit species: Desert cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Will sneak up on you an rub your ears and then tease you when you have a reaction
✰ He'll play cartoons on his screen to get you to pay attention
✰ If you thump your foot at him, he'll do it back
✰ Teases your tail until it drives you crazy
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon that he's a bratty switch
✰ He's a tease in every sense of the word
✰ Will help you with your heat-cycle though
✰ But then he'll purposefully tease you in a public setting to turn you on
Valentino - Rabbit species: Tres Marias cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Like Vox, he also likes to tease you
✰ Will use the disadvantages of your body against you, so do it right back
✰ If you like flopping when you're comfortable, he'll join you and nuzzle his face into your neck
✰ He'll find it odd at first when he notices you like rubbing your chin on him. So he'll ask Vox why you do that, once he explains Val will be very honored you do that.
Nsfw:
✰ This man can not top you
✰ Kiss your dreams of being dominant goodbye
✰ Will make you cum over and over again until he satisfied
✰ 100% will help you with your heat-cycle
Star's notes -> I did WAY too much research on rabbits for this
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Charlie 🌈
When the Happy Hotel first opened its doors and all of Hell started making a mockery of it, you were probably the only one who took it as a sign to try and improve from the low life that you were. It's not like you had anything else to live for, anyway.
As soon as you enter the building, you're immediately greeted by the bubbly Princess of Hell herself (along with a reluctant Angel Dust) who is more than happy to show you around and welcomes you with open arms.
You've never been shown this much kindness and sympathy for your situation before, so it naturally takes you aback and makes you wonder what the catch is. Turns out there's none and the Princess is probably the only sweet soul to live in this shithole.
As you grow closer, she asks you to drop the title and just call her Charlie. She also shares a bit about her situation and how her mother wanted to save sinners from the extermination each year, and now Charlie felt like it was her duty to continue this legacy until her dreams came true.
You can't help but feel touched over how much she cares, so you silently vow to yourself to help her in any way you can, just like she's done for you.
It doesn't take long before the two of you grow even closer and feelings begin to blossom, but you decide to ignore them since why would a Princess ever like someone like you?
But Charlie proves you wrong yet again, since one day she comes to you a blushing mess and confesses her own feelings, asking if you'd like to go out with her. You can't help but vocalize your shock since she could do so much better than a random sinner. She deserved better, too.
She looks at you with fondness in her eyes. “You've been by my side for so long and supported me every step of the way. Who wouldn't fall for someone like that?”
And thus, you are the luckiest person in Hell because you scored Charlotte Morningstar, and whoever says otherwise can get a knife to their throat.
She's the perfect definition of a sweet and patient girlfriend, never pushing you to do anything you aren't comfortable with (since you really aren't used to such adoration in a romantic relationship), but as soon as you give her the get-go, she'll be sure to shower you with as much affection as she can until the doubts in your mind disappear completely.
You aren't that far behind either. Albeit not as good as her, you do your best to be a comforting partner whenever she needs you. This is especially necessary after an extermination happens, which always leaves Charlie devastated and in need of a hug or words of encouragement because she doubts herself sometimes and wonders if the hotel is even working at all.
You remind her how it brought the two of you together, to which she smiles and agrees that at least something good has come out of it so far.
Vaggie 🎀
Both you and Vaggie used to work in the same legion under Adam with the rest of his exorcists. You knew of each other's existence, but didn't really talk much aside from whatever was needed in the midst of battle.
The day she spares a demon child's life, you're doing your rounds nearby and witness the whole exchange, including Lute coming over and ripping both an eye and Vaggie's wings for showing mercy. You don't know why, but it makes your blood boil.
“HEY! What are you doing?! It was just a kid, why not let it slide?”
And just like that, you become a target of Lute's rage as well, being ripped from your angelic status along with receiving a few nasty cuts, yet surprisingly not as bad as Vaggie herself.
Once the two of you are left to die, you immediately try to tend the girl's wounds with whatever you can. Vaggie can only stare in disbelief at what you'd done and questions why you even did so in the first place—now you were stuck just like she was.
“Guess I just don't like seeing injustice... Who knew Heaven could be so fuckin' shitty?”
You both laugh at the irony of it all, and that's when luck is finally on your side as Charlie finds you in the dirty alley and brings you back to the hotel to heal properly.
For the next three years you two stay at the Hazbin Hotel, helping Charlie in any way you can to try and make her dream a reality since deep down you hope that despite Heaven's corrupt system, there can be a small chance that souls can be redeemed. You hide the fact that you're ex-Anges though, since you don't wanna cause unnecessary drama.
During this time period, the two of you become better friends, having your own inside jokes regarding things you didn't particularly enjoy from your time as Angels, as well as learning more about one another.
You're the one to come to terms with your feelings first and decide to lay them on the table for Vaggie to see—she's always been a straight-to-the-point kind of gal, so if you're about to be rejected, might as well have it be done quick. But of course, she replies with her own declaration and desire to give a relationship a shot, which you're ecstatic about!
It's a bit hard at first since you never got to see much of romantic relationships in Heaven while training for murder every year, but you try and make it work. Both you and Vaggie work endlessly to try and make the other happy, and it only makes you fall for each other even more.
Also Charlie is your go-to wingwoman who will be there to give you the best advice to try and woo your girlfriend. She ships you two so hard.
Angel Dust 🕸
Working at a porn studio under an Overlord who owns your soul can be exhausting. You know this better than anyone since everyone who works under Valentino has contracts that won't let you get far with a leash. This is especially true with your friend Angel Dust.
You know about the things Valentino does to the spider demon—hell, everyone in the studio probably knows, but know better than to say anything about it. You're always there for Angel after particularly rough shoots, doing your best to comfort him in any way you can, though there isn't much you can do given you're in the same spot.
When he tells you he's moving to Princess Charlie's Hazbin Hotel, you're so happy for him! At least that will give him some distance from Valentino and his disgustingly filthy hands when he's not working.
This unsurprisingly doesn't bode well with the Overlord, causing him to throw fits of rage around the studio when Angel leaves for the day. You can't help but make a snarky comment that you definitely regret moments later.
“Can one blame him for wanting space from such an overbearing asshole?”
Without his favorite stress toy around, you end up paying the price for such comments. The kind of pain and suffering he puts you through is completely different from what you're used to. Is this the stuff he does to Angel? He leaves you naked, bruised and bloody in your room, and all you can do is muster what little strenght you have left to head for the Hazbin Hotel.
As soon as the door opens, you immediately tumble forward and start losing consciousness. The last thing you remember is Angel's horrified expression before it all fades to black.
Once you wake up and have been patched up, you explain what happened at the studio, and you could've sworn you saw fire in Angel's eyes as he holds on to you, fearing you might disappear at any moment. He begs you to stay in the hotel with him, and you agree without hesitation.
And so, your new routine of heading to work and then coming back to the hotel becomes blissful, not having to deal with that lunatic mothman more than necessary. You also get to spend time off with your best friend, which is always a plus.
Well, ‘best friend’ might not be the best way to describe it. You'd developed a crush on the spider demon even before this whole incident occurred, and now that you were spending more time with him, it only continued to grow.
With the line of work you two had, romantic relationships didn't seem to be a thing that crossed anybody's mind since why have a permanent partner when you could just go around fucking the hottest people in Hell? But you knew your feelings were far beyond from sexual, but didn't wanna ruin what you already had going for you.
One heartfelt drunken conversation after work however, makes you do a double take—Angel likes you back. And that both scares and excites you. But with both of you going over the pros and cons with each other, you decide to give it a chance.
You make sure to always have Angel's consent when it comes to physical intimacy—anything from holding his hand, to kissing to just cuddling. He jokes about not being a porcelain doll, but deep down you know he appreciates it.
You're also there for the rough nights, when he comes home wanting nothing more than to die again and let the earth swallow him whole. Words of reassurance are spoken and you can only hold him and let him cry as you vow to do anything in your power to stop this from happening again.
Husker 🍺
As one of the first guests of the hotel, like any wayward sinner, you find yourself in the bar more often than you'd like. Alcohol killed you in the first place, yet not even in the afterlife could you seem to pull yourself from its grasp.
It's a somewhat welcome surprise to find out that the bartender is going through a similar struggle. He still serves you drinks and lends and ear whenever he's not busy, but will occasionally drop the words of wisdom to watch your fill.
Eventually you two find yourselves doing this little back and forth and aid each other when you're in your dark places—Husk won't let you near the bottle if he sees you're about to knock yourself out, meanwhile you're there to look after him when he has one too many drinks and can't take care of himself.
Not to say he isn't a good drinking buddy—you've found out most of the gossip around the hotel thanks to this sneaky little cat demon and there's never a dull moment with him around.
You learn about his deal with Alastor during a particularly bad night, when Husk's had one too many and isn't thinking straight. You don't bring it up, but now have an eye open for whenever the Radio Demon drags your friend away.
Angel's the one who brings up your questionable relationship to the surface.
“So... you two like, fuckin' each other, or what?”
Your entire face goes red, and if it weren't for the dark fur you could swear you see Husk looking the same. He's quick to get rid of Angel's nosy ass, but now the seed has been planted in your brain—do you like Husk that way?
After careful consideration, you come to the conclusion that yes, you do. And it's honestly kinda terrifying considering how relationships don't usually work out in Hell, at least from what you've seen. Besides, even if you did try and confess, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same and just being embarrassed by Angel's comment.
So in an attempt to make your feelings disappear, you stop frequenting the bar. Who knew the best way to stop drinking habits was trying to avoid spending time with your unrequited crush?
But of course, Husk isn't stupid. He sees the change in your behavior and let's it slide for a while, until he eventually corners you and asks what's wrong. You decide to get it all out of the way and tell him how you feel.
To the embarrassment of both of you, he holds your hand firmly between his and darts his eyes toward the corner of the room. “Next time you should ask before going off assuming things, ya got it?”
And so, your glass may have been empty that day, but your heart had never felt fuller.
Sir Pentious 🐍
You meet Sir Pentious when you sign into the hotel, and your immediate thought is just how can this snake man be so adorkable, it should be illegal.
As you greet the other residents and staff, you're quick to strike a conversation with him, which based on his body language he was not expecting. He starts telling you a bit about his weaponry and other contraptions, and you can't help but be fascinated by it.
You're a bit of a tinkerer yourself, albeit you've only dabbled in small scale projects—nothing compared to the massive canons and aircrafts that Pentious seems to be familiar with.
He acts like a kid opening gifts on Sinmas when he talks to you about his inventions, clearly never having anyone show interest before. Eventually he'll even ask for your input on certain smaller projects he wants to work on to help around the hotel, all to thank Charlie for being so kind to him and giving him a second chance. You're obviously eager to help!
You two start spending so much time together that the egg boys have started calling you ‘Boss #2’, much to Pentious' embarrassment and your amusement.
One afternoon once exercises are done for the day, the snake demon seems much more fidgety than usual as he invites you over to his room to continue working on his security system prototype. He's a blabbering mess once he has you sitting down and your heart just can't help but swell at each little syllable.
“Dearest (y/n)... you've, um, well... you are a huge inspiration for my work! A-And I wouldn't have been able to create any of this... without your help. You are kind, and smart and very talented.... and w-well, um I-”
You gotta silence the man with a kiss otherwise you two would be here all day. He's puddy in your hands and you can only giggle in return. “I really like you too, Pen.”
Everyone is either saying they called it or groaning in annoyance because fucking FINALLY, you two were just dancing around each other like idiots. The egg boys are just so happy to have someone else besides Pentious to be in their lives, and will do their best to look out for you just like with their own boss.
So yeah, prepare yourself for some sickeningly sweet gestures from this guy cause he will go above and beyond to get you what you need/want even if it kills him (again). And you can confidently say that you'd do the same in return.
Alastor 📻
After running in the same circles when you were alive, it's no surprise to you to end up in Hell, although you never would've suspected that you'd find yourself in the same place as him. It was honestly a huge relief not having to go through this all by yourself.
As Alastor exerted his dominance over Hell as the Radio Demon, you were powerful enough to be an Overlord yes, but rather liked keeping it on the down low instead of making a spectacle of yourself (Alastor was the one for theatrics anyway). Because of this, only select few knew of your true power and what you were capable of.
Instead, if there was one thing you were known for, it was being the only soul allowed to be close to the Radio Demon without the risk of death.
Yes, Alastor was a sadistic, cold-blooded and egotistical mastermind, but he wasn't a monster. You knew that better than anyone. Although the reactions he had to other demons treating you like a joke or calling you the ‘Radio Demon's Pet’ were not helping his case.
“Al, chill. You're gonna make them shit their pants.”
After his seven year absence, you immediately noticed something was wrong with him, and wouldn't stop pestering until he told you the truth—A deal he made and how his soul was now bound to someone much more powerful than he was.
You were obviously mortified and started looking into ways to try and find a loophole to this, but alas the Radio Demon would just give you his signature grin and tell you not to worry about it. It was his battle to face.
But of course you're quick to remind him that you've stuck together through thick and thin even in life, so there was no way you were letting him handle this by himself. You work as a team—always have and always will. You engulf him in a hug.
“We're gonna figure this out, Al. I promise...”
The grin remains, but his eyes widen slightly in surprise. He hesitantly returns the embrace, patting your back and wiping the tears you didn't even know you were shedding.
“There there~ To think such a sweet and innocent soul wound up in a gutter like this. I cannot say I complain as long as I have your delightful company beside me.”
And so when he says he has a plan that involves Princess Charlie Morningstar and her new Happy Hotel, you follow along. Whatever fate has in store for you two, you'll be ready.
Also Charlie is a sweetheart who could do no harm. Knowing Alastor, he'll probably do whatever he can here and there to help around for the cause. You also offer your services as an undercover Overlord, much to everyone's surprise when you reveal your status.
The Radio Demon may have a plan, but something tells you it won't involve bloody murder (unless extremely necessary or if someone really pissed him off).
Like you said—he's not a monster.
Lucifer 🍎
You and Lucifer were good friends at the beginning of Creation. While you were stuck with the tedious task of designing blueprints for the new ‘Human Project’ that headquarters had in store, Lucifer's Seraphim status allowed him to bring creations to life with the flick of a wrist, much to your delight and wonder.
His ideas and pitches for Earth were always so entertaining to listen to, and you would do your best to encourage him to show them to the higher ups to get them approved—His mind was just filled with joy and love and wonder that you'd never seen before.
Which was why it was always so disappointing whenever he'd come back and say that he was shut down and even mocked at. How could Heaven shut down such an imaginative mind in the creation of their biggest project yet?
To say you were devastated when you heard about his fall would be an understatement. You mourned the loss of your friend, knowing that he'd done nothing wrong and thinking it wasn't fair to him to receive such punishment just because he cared for the future of humanity.
Thousands of years later, you overhear the plan for Extermination of Hell kind. You didn't mean to walk by, yet here you were, under the direct eye of the Head Seraphims about to be downcast for something you had no control over—just like Lucifer.
“You're all self-entitled pricks! You think you can do whatever you want just because it doesn't follow what you define as good!”
You get a few good arguments before being cast downwards, leaving you in bad shape in a random alley with no wings and no means of escape. That is of course, until destiny seems to be on your side and Lucifer finds you, completely perplexed to see you here at all.
After getting treated, you tell him about the Extermination so he and Hell can prepare. The conversation of you getting cast down by Heaven gets glossed over, but he can feel the fury building up inside him. You were always doing things by the book—how could they do this to you?
Once the slaughter is over, Lucifer gets a meeting with Heaven and secures protection for both his daughter Charlie and you, to which they begrudgingly agree to keep him outta their hair. You can't help but feel touched by this gesture.
He's also quick to offer you a room to stay in, but you compromise by living in a seperate building from him and Charlie so you aren't a bother even though he says you aren't. In fact, ever since Lilith left, he's had to take care of his young daughter all by himself, so he's more than happy when you offer to help.
It doesn't take long for your feelings to start coming into the surface from all those years ago, and you gotta push them away because he's both married and has a child to look after! Besides, why would the King of Hell ever look in your direction?
Eventually though, he brings up the question with nothing but sweaty palms and a customized rubber ducky that says ‘I love you’ whenever you squeeze it. You blush furiously, but can't help but bring up your concerns, not wanting to replace Lilith in his heart. He looks into your eyes and says that he hasn't been as happy as he is now in the past thousand years.
Cue baby Charlie walking in on everything, and she just smiles and goes innocently. “Daddy! Is (y/n) staying home with us now?”
You two can only chuckle at the cuteness of it and you immediately go to hug her. You couldn't believe that you were blessed with such a wonderful family.
You didn’t mean for it to happen. It was a … accident ...you swear it was just a accident. But now you’re here—dropped straight into the burning, chaotic depths of Hell, and it’s more terrifying than you ever imagined. Your skin is pink, fucking pink! your hair is literally made of snakes, and eyes… your eyes are literal beating hearts.
You don’t even recognize yourself.
The grumpy bartender with a sharp eye for trouble, seems inexplicably invested in making sure you survive this madness. Another local resident, with entirely to many arms, can’t help but drag you into chaos, insisting you need to “lighten up, toots,” his crude charm almost impossible to resist.
Meanwhile, a demon watches from the shadows, far too interested—making it painfully clear that not everyone here has your best interests at heart.
The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they don’t have outfits just let me know!
CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.
Vox
Vox hadn’t known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. You’d applied for the job a few months ago.
In that time he’d seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldn’t do, was look at your contacts.
You weren’t working tomorrow, so you’d gone out with your friends, you’d purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasn’t owned by a member of the V’s, in an effort not to run into your new boss.
You’d gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that you’d ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.
You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the ‘send to’ people, you never noticed.
You also didn’t notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.
If only that was the worst part.
You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.
You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, you’d be fine! Your friends wouldn’t hear it.
One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.
You got back safe and sound, still not having realised you’d sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demon’s expression as Velvettes model walked you in.
You weren’t quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadn’t got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, you’d gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.
You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.
Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.
You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.
Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadn’t taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.
Satisfied you went to save your photo.
Never noticing you’d sent the same photo to your boss.
Afterall, you hadn’t know to take him off your list.
You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.
You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Vox’s name pop up on your phone.
Angel Dust
Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said you’d recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.
Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.
Still riding the high off getting a better job, you’d invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.
You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Vox’s clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.
You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though you’d had no idea.
You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.
You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.
And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.
They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.
You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.
Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.
They quickly concocted a plan without your input.
Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.
You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didn’t you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had ‘needed the bathroom’ and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.
As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didn’t mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.
Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.
The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.
Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.
You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.
In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.
For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.
Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.
Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.
Alastor
Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.
The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.
Except..
Now he was.
Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.
But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.
So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you weren’t.
Alastor was cooking? You weren’t hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didn’t want to read anyways.
Alastor always noticed your absence.
Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.
When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his ability’s, his domain, everything.
Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didn’t stop you from having it.
From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.
And when he stopped those muggers?
You went weak.
So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.
You could still dress up though.
And you did, frequently.
In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.
Alastors eyes never left you that night.
Mostly, it was under your clothes.
Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.
Oh how you’d positively die if anyone saw.
That didn’t stop you.
Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.
You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.
Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.
Surely, you should have expected naming your folder ‘Alastor<3’ to backfire, but..
Maybe this was a Freudian slip?
It’s not like you even noticed you’d sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.
Lucifer
You’d seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.
It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.
By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.
Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.
You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.
Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.
You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as you’d been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown you’d picked.
It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.
Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.
The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.
Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!
Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.
Traitors.
You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.
You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.
The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.
Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.
Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.
Did you mention traitors?
By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.
Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didn’t.
By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, ‘we went all blessed with long arms, A——y!’, you wanted a special photo.
So you got ready.
You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.
Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.
You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.
You never looked.
Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice you’d looked. Your response?
A photo.
You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.
Husk
Husk hadn’t taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.
Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.
You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.
You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.
Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.
Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.
Husk never brought it up, and Angel didn’t remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didn’t want to bring it up why should you?
Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.
Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?
You were gone.
And the cat was your new home.
Not that you’d ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.
Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.
You’d dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.
Husk had seen you just before you got into Vox’s limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.
You and Angel didn’t get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.
Husk had tried to stay up.
You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.
From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.
You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.
He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.
Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.
You needed a photo.
Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.
You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.
You didn’t wake up until well after Husk responded.
Lute.
Lute had noticed you as soon as you’d joined Adam’s ranks.
Of course she had.
You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.
She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.
That of course, was you.
Lute loved having you work with her.
Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you weren’t talking at all.
You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?
Your poor heart couldn’t deal.
You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.
Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.
Regardless you excelled.
You had to be the best.
And so you were.
Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what you’d said before.
You never gave her the same answer.
You couldn’t exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?
Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.
It meant going to fancy angel party’s. With out your mask.
You forced your friends to help you get ready.
Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.
Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.
You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didn’t know any of the people here and you were anxious.
Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldn’t settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.
Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.
Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know what’s happened.
Meanwhile, you’d striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.
You wanted a photo.
You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.
Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.
Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.
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