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"I'm not sure how ya accidentally do some shit like this?"
"I was just trying to do some magic to make him feel better! My dad does shapeshifty shenanigans, and I wanted to, too!"
"...is...is your dad also into shota- Ow!?"
"Shut up." Husk elbows Angel in the rib. "Is anyone going to actually check on him?"
"Oh god-!" Charlie squeaks in horror. "Oh, no, oh fuck. You're okay? Right, Al?"
Alastor blinks up at her with terrified eyes, and flinches back from her hand. He's stiff, and has been for the last thirty minutes that everyone has been gathering around him. His red hair looked longer on him now, and none of his clothes fit. He was just stuck on the floor in a loose pile of clothes and an oversized jacket clenched in his clawed fingers.
It was still clearly him. Just...tiny.
"Oh no, I'm sorry! I'm not trying to scare you..." Charlie rips her hand away. Satan, he was acting like she was about to beat him. "Are you okay, honey?
"Does he rememba anythin'? Like, clean slate or is it a Travel Size Radio Demon, kinda thing?"
Husk shrugs. "I mean, if it was still him in there, I'm pretty sure we'd all be bleeding from our eyes."
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HazbinDDweek: Day 5, underageSeries
- Part 1 of Bbyallieau
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"Do you have somewhere to go?" Al asks casually.
He takes the glass and rubs his thumb anxiously over the edge in strange counts of four. "Uh, mnhuh, no? I'm- I'm uh, sorta just passing through. I meant to get a hotel or some shit, but I got kinda distracted...I just- I'm just on my own now, you know? No one back home wants me anymore, and I sure as fuck don't know anyone down south."
He hums sympathetically and pointedly ignores the way his cock, genuinely, honest to god, fucking twitches in his pants at the admission. It was such a stupid thing to say, "I'm alone. I have no family. No one knows I'm in this city. You're the only person who knows I exist."
He was practically asking for it at this point.
Xander opens his mouth to continue his little pathetic rambling, and Alastor grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. His tastes like alcohol and nice cigars. Maybe a little like some leftover fruit? Al licks his teeth, pressing his tongue firmly against the dumb idiot's tongue until he catches the hint and starts to kiss him back.
"Do you want to go home with me?"
"Fuck."
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HazbinDDWeek
Day 2: NecroSeries
- Part 9 of AK's various hazbin week prompts
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"Seriously Al, this is your fuckup and if you want us to be an us, then you gotta get along with Val."
"I don't see why we have to do this..." Alastor mumbles. He didn't want an "open relationship", or for Vox to continue seeing other people in a serious matter. Since they figured out their little misunderstanding, everything should just go back to the way it was, and they could be fine again. "Can't we just," Alastor pauses, looking away for a moment, more genuine shyness than the fake bambi shit he put on for attention. "Can't we go home and...have sex? That's what you wanted from me, yes? I'm willing to just do it now, with no fuss. I was being cruel before, but I've seen the error of my wa-"
"Alastor." Vox interrupts. "For the last time, it wasn't the lack of sex that was the problem. It was the emotional abuse and torture."
"Ah." Alastor stares at the ground awkwardly. "Well, some people would say not having intercourse regularly is in fact emotional abuse and torture."
"I'm going to show you personally what torture looks like if you don't shut the fuck up and go on this date with Val."
"...Promise?"
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Valastorweek
Day 1, Fake DateSeries
- Part 5 of AK's various hazbin week prompts
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He really did like how close Val was, the pimp wasn't actually that touchy-feely of a guy despite his reputation. In any other instance, the feeling of his heavy wings and body pressed against him would be a nice weight, but Angel just spent six hours balancing on his toes for a scene and he wanted to rest.
Every smack and hit of the moth's fat cock against his flat ass was sending him sliding forward on the tile, making the thin, poorly wrapped bandages around his feet slip off under his boot. He could feel the raw flesh and bloodied skin of his claws ripping open even more the harder, and longer Val fucked him. If he didn't get Val to stop, he wouldn't be able to walk for days after this, and not in the fun sexy way.
"My- fuckin ugh- my feet hurt, Val please can we- can we move to the bed?" Angel asks, desperate and hopefully endearingly pathetic, instead of annoying and bitchy.
Val went quiet, and pulled off from his cock, still fucking him but not really holding him anymore. "You know, I didn't have to come fuck you."
Yep, yep, yep, he fucked up, he fucked up bad.
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Hellaversekinkweek
Day 3 - Intoxicated SexSeries
- Part 2 of AK's various hazbin week prompts