Hey again Anon 🙂

sounds really interesting so let's try it lol

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It was approximately 1 am at the Hazbin Hotel by the time Alastor managed to walk into his shared suite to find the lights in the bedroom off and that you had already put your fawn to bed in the ajoining room. The you shaped lump on the bed stirred slightly so he quickly, but silently, made his way to the bathroom to rid himself of the day's stench.

A heavy sigh huffed through his nose as red chunks of viscera easily melted away from his skin in the hot shower. Knowing you'd disprove, he had only told you that he'd be away into the late evening on overlord business in the city and to not wait up for him. Truth is that he went to hunt down the cretins that had whistled and made lewd remarks about you a day earlier. He found out from Niffty, who had accompanied you to the grocery store, and it had made his bood boil.

No one may talk to The Radio Demon's mate in such a disrespectful manner, though he was more than willing to make examples should anyone need reminding.

Coming back to the bedroom, Alastor took a moment to look down onto your beautiful visage laying surrounded by a halo of your curly hair. Your face was completely serene and he could see how well the thin nightgown clung tightly to your more endowed features. He felt, as he always did in these quiet moments, a strong sense of pride that this goddess had accepted his proposal to mate.

Your husband slid into the crimson sheets and leaned over to gently brush his fingers over the wedding band on your slender finger, however, you stirred again and turn away from him on your side. Now that he could clearly see your curves, Alastor couldn't stop himself from reaching out to drag his claws slowly down your side to better feel your plush shape.

But it still wasn't enough.

He found his arms slipping possessively around you as he settled his body close to the soft skin of your back and inhaled your neck. An excited smile cut into his face as the smell of pomegranate and cedar wafted from his wife directly to his crotch. God, you always smelled delightfully of nature. Sweet and dignified, yet wild and unpredictable.

It didn't take long before his excitement made itself physically known and he snapped away his confining clothing, so that, his entire body could press against his beloved doe. You awoke from the feel of his alternate head standing at attention and eagerly sought his lips upon turning in his arms. Alastor felt hands wandering ever downward until you grazed his pelvic bone with a sigh when you understood that he hid nothing from you. He couldn't help but smirk at the blush on your cheeks as your doe eyes looked into his own.

You were still so adorable and his heart skipped a beat when you whined for another kiss ❤️

Alastor, mind fogged by loving lust, completely melted into his mate's sweet sounds and needy touches as he happily reciprocated. You had begun straddling him as he had finally had enough of your nightgown and began to thread it over your stomach when you suddenly froze.

He didn't understand why you whipped your gaze away from him until his blood deprived ears picked up the sound of a pacifier. He's ashamed to admit that he panicked and immediately pushed you off his lap, however noticing that he was too forceful and his goddess was yeeted over the bedside.

But before he could ask if you were alright, the tiny deerling intruder had already began climbing her way up onto the bed.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Ffffuuuucccckkkkk!

He was explicitly aware that his body was completely uncovered still, except for the blanket that did little to hide his persistent arousal, and quickly snapped on a set of pajamas.

"E-Evie, my darling.", he hated how his voice trembled, "What is it that brings you here so late?"

His only answer was a weak whine as his daughter rubbed her tear stained cheeks, but his instincts picked up on how her ears were folded back and she slightly folded in on herself to seem small.

"Was it another nightmare, sweetheart?", Alastor knew which one and had experienced it himself several times. Deer demon often dreamt of predators lurking around them and of being eaten alive if caught. He could only assume it was because prey animals needed to stay sharp even when asleep. Though, his heart broke for his daughter just the same and he was about to take her into his arms when you had crossed the room to do the same.

In the end, the Radio Demon didn't mind falling asleep wrapped around the two most important people in his life. In fact, he had never felt more at peace than when holding his girls and knowing they were protected in his arms.

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If this Anon is who I think it is, then I'm pleased to have spent a little extra time on your request and I appreciate you taking the time to send me these asks. 🙂

I really hope you enjoyed reading!

-SSPR

Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon

Blanket Blunder

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It was around 2 am in your shared suite at the Hazbin Hotel and you were awoken to an excited husband nuzzling into your neck with tender kisses. His body was tightly spooned around yours and you could feel every inch of his intentions for waking you up in the middle of the night. With a sleepy sigh, you wiggled your hips against him and smiled in satisfaction as a warm, breathy groan tickled your neck in reply.

You turned your body to fully face his furry embrace and you melted upon being met with the loving fire blazing in his ruby eyes.

Oh, how you loved this demon of a buck. ♥️

You ran your hands down his chest and abdomen only to find that he had already done away with his usual silk pajamas and even his briefs. Looking back up at his face, Alastor smugly wiggled his eyebrows with a lust filled smirk. You giggled at his charming display and pressed your chest against his to get even closer for a heated kiss. You were both lost in the passionate encounter of hands and lips. Lost in each other.

However this also meant that neither of you heard the soft squeak of the door opening or the almost silent hoof steps leading directly to the foot of your large bed. You were just about to straddle your mate, also feeling his hands slip under the thin hem of your cotton nightgown, when you both froze.

There was the undeniable sound of pacifier sucking and you whipped your head around to see a tear faced Evangeline standing with her tiny hands bunched into her onesie pajamas. All you saw of her face was big red doe eyes looking up in confusion before a loud record screech sounded off and you were immediately thrown over the far side of the bed.

"E-Evie, my little darling!", Alastor sat up stiffly and quickly snapped his fingers to reclothe himself, "What is it that brings you here so late?" His voice sounded thick with panicked agitation.

Evangeline climbed onto the bed near his hooves and let out a sad whine as she rubbed her eyes, which were noticeably red and puffy. You stood up, from where you landed unceremoniously on the floor, and went to sit near her while Alastor continued.

"Did you have another nightmare, sweetheart?", he cooed gently.

She nodded a few times before crawling onto your lap to snuggle her curly hair into your warm embrace. You slowly looked up at your husband and the both of you knew what was coming...

The next time you awoke, you were sandwiched in between your mate (hugging your side tightly and long leg stretched across your own ) and your fawn (who lay directly on your chest with her hand on your face and drooling). Both were snoring heavily and you thought that maybe you could be a bit late to work this morning as you settled deeper into the snuggle puddle.

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I had a nice morning 🙂

Hope you guys are doing well.

-S.S.P.R.

GUILTY PLEASURE SHIP, GO!

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Charlastor

By Anonymous_Jian

Tough guy, eh? 😸💥🙀

The Rival (Chapter 4)

(Summary: Alastor sought to possess one of the only does in Pentagram City for the rut season, however, you wanted a mate, not a master. But what happens when a handsome new buck shows up one day and tries to capture your attention away from the Radio Demon. Who will you choose?)

<Be aware that there are mentions of Sexual Abuse and slight gore in this chapter>

You could see nothing. Where once there was a seemingly paralyzed Alastor standing in front of a smirking James, there was now a swirling vortex of alive blackness that had completely overtaken the two men. You and Husk could only watch helplessly from the back porch as the fate of the duel was decided privately, but…Alastor couldn’t actually lose, right?

“Fuck, I didn’t think the boss would actually pull out the spectral tunnel!”, Husk mumbled, “ain’t seen that smoky bitch in almost a decade.”

“Guys!?”, A distraught Charlie and an irate Vaggie suddenly appeared and shouted from the back door, “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?? WHY IS THE SKY OVER THE HOTEL COMPLETELY BLACK?!” You thought the princess might actually have a panic attack if she didn’t start breathing as she continued to take in her back garden. She looked towards you and Husk questioningly and you shamefully replayed the morning’s events beginning with Alastor catching you making out with the newest tenant and ending with the swirling black void being the product of the buck’s fight.

“You’ve got to stop them, Charlie!”, you stepped towards the princess with imploring eyes and shook her by the shoulders, “They’re going to kill each other!”

Vaggie quickly moved your hands away so that the shaken princess could stabilize herself and hand off her red suit jacket. Rolling up the sleeves of her dress shirt and muttering something about not taking shit from other demons or some nonsense, Charlie strutted off in the direction of her hotelier’s spectral twister with a determined expression. However, before your, now demonic-looking leader, reached the terrifying shadow manifestation it disappeared completely and left only an undisturbed Alastor holding up a very tired, but otherwise unscathed, looking James.

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A day later things had already changed dramatically at the Hazbin Hotel. Firstly, you had expected Alastor to jump at the chance that his win over James granted him and take you deep within his bayou den. However, he simply declared that he was no longer worthy of being your mate and asked for the opportunity to prove himself to you (whatever that meant), while you found yourself nearly overcome with heavy emotions.

Also, at the same time, an incredible amount of sexual frustration coursed through you from being left at the start of your heat with no one to sate you, but this could actually be what you’ve been longing for. A mate instead of a seasonal sex buddy.

Secondly, James left without a single word to you and left that same afternoon. Only taking what little he had brought with him and swiftly exiting (running) through the large front doors without looking back. He refused to answer any of the questions or affirmations Charlie hurled at him in a desperate attempt to calm her retreating tenant, but he merely offered a small apology for the trouble and a gruff “thanks” for the hospitality. You also noticed a slightly sweet, yet familiar, aroma emanating from him, though you just couldn’t place where you knew that floral scent from.

What the fuck? He could have at least given you some sort of explanation after causing so much trouble!

Who knew what Alastor could’ve meant about being “worthy”. All you could do was retire to your hotel room for the time being as you prayed that he would take pity on you and relieve this fever upon your soul. Every passing hour became worse and worse as your entire body felt like it might burn up in your bed and you felt sweat soak your nightshirt. You knew better than to either change your sheets or keep on anything but a shirt as they’ll only get dampened again by your heat’s fluids. Who knows how far into your season you were now, you had already lost track of time and could only weakly reach out for the emergency rations, that you noticed had kept restocking themselves magically at your bedside, to eat and drink enough to balance out the energy you were burning trying to conquer your lust on your own. Though, no amount of self-initiated orgasms, with or without a vibrator, helped to quench your demonic biology’s demand to be bred by a buck.

And not just any buck. YOUR BUCK.

You whimpered pitifully as your foggy mind wandered to where your mate, the one male who was strong enough to trigger your heat, went off to and cried when the thought of his slight rejection again sounded within your ears. What if he had chosen another? Not likely since you were the only doe you knew of in all of time you’d fallen into Hell, but you were exhausted, and logic wasn’t a concern as you were soon sure that he must be fucking another through her own season.

Dammit! Why was a female’s heat so much worse than a male’s?!

Both Alastor and James seemed to be at least able to stroll around their daily lives normally a few days, even a week or so, into their seasons with barely any problem. Then a depressing thought made itself known. Was it because you weren’t strong enough to control your body? Was that what Alastor thought too? Was that why James suddenly left without a word? That must be it! Your fragile mind agreed. They must be disgusted with how you were far too weak to wrangle either of them during their fight and now they knew you had become a poor, wanton slut. A fat tear slipped out of your clenched-shut eyelids as you accepted that you would be alone in this torture for however long your heat decided to drag on. The fever must have finally become too much because you were cast adrift within a fitful sleep of nightmares… and your Alastor.

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Alastor stood tall, holding out his felled opponent’s, still beating heart, in front of his inwardly crushed face and wet eyes as the tornado of his shadows raged around them in time with his own growing fury.

“No? Well then, how about a… deal?”, the Radio Demon purred out excitedly and thought his smile might actually cut his face in half if it got any bigger. He continued with his proposal, “You see, my good man, my spectral companion picked up some rather racy gossip while he was housed within you about your human life.”

James could only express himself through pained gasps and wet grunts in response as he barely held onto consciousness through Alastor’s monologue, but pleasant memories of his past reared themselves in his mind. The sunlit days spent on his farm with his barn animals and dogs, running church bake sales with his mother-in-law, and enjoying a beer in the quiet stillness before visiting his wife and the others in the rabbit hutch. 

A cruel cackle brought his attention back to the blood-soaked present. Alastor’s voice was almost casual, “I, of all people, understand how living in the rural country provides a certain amount of privacy and how being a member of the local congregation affords the shield of social standing.” Alastor shrugged his shoulders as if he were talking to Mimsy about the good old days up top, however, he straightened himself up and squeezed the frail, pink heart in his large palm. 

With a sudden snarl, the Radio Demon morphed his expression into something absolutely frightening, even for a demon, and leaned forward in disgust once again, “I saw how you kidnapped those girls from the surrounding towns. How you raped them like the filthy animal you are and sold the children you stole from them to those traffickers.”

“Not even your own wife was safe from your perverted nature and you lowered her into the role of one of your…rabbits…once she found out the total brutality of your crimes and tried to go to the police.”, Alastor spat with extreme distaste, “I of all men belong in Hell, but I simply cannot stomach those who show no measure of respect for the fairer sex among us.”

Another tight squeeze of the reindeer’s heart calmed the deer’s ever-expanding anger towards the brute and the thought of making it into a stress ball tickled him so that he doubled over with manic laughter. Wiping a tear away from his eye, Alastor once again focused on James and the silent pleas within his victim’s eyes.

“Let’s begin, shall we?”, Alastor purred, “My proposal is that, in exchange for your life, you will feel the same pain that you caused your victims.” His voice lowered and grew colder once more, “The fate that you had planned for my darling doe when you first set your putrid eyes on her in town. To snatch her away to use for yourself and…profit on… from the other males in town.” His shadow hissed from its position amongst the other specters in the vortex at the thought of such torture having been planned for you and its master continued.

“However, you had smelled me on her but were confident in your newfound demonic abilities so you took advantage of the princess’s good graces, something you will thank her for, and decided to take your chances with whatever was awaiting you. Yet we now see how that worked out for you. HA!” Alastor’s antlers elongated as his rage once again built up at the thought of James laying a finger on your perfect skin and he held out his hand, “Either accept this deal and embrace the suffering of those women or I will simply consume your soul, and you will serve me like every other disrespectful wretch that dared to cross me.” He gestured around the void and only then did James notice the eternally wailing faces that made up the walls of the dark funnel. All howling and clawing and climbing over each other in their agony.

James inhaled with all the effort he could muster and dropped his hand as best he could into Alastor’s as a flash of bright green flashed out between them and engulfed the dying reindeer. The only sensation that James could process was the burning of his flesh that seemed to last years and he couldn’t even hear his own screams over Alastor’s victorious laughing, but, before he knew it, the agony had been replaced by an odd feeling in his core. The defeated reindeer remained on his knees as he quickly patted down his jaw and chest to make sure everything was in place and he noticed that he didn’t even have a rip in his flannel shirt nor a scratch to be found on his skin. If not for the cold sensation of the heavy chain wrapped around his thick neck, James could almost put the entire afternoon up to a bad dream.

“What did you do to me?”, he demanded shakily as Alastor roughly hauled him up to his feet by the arm and merely smiled normally, “I suggest you keep our agreement to yourself if you wish to live long enough to find out. Now!”, Clapped the Radio Demon, ”we have guests to humor.”

Alastor could feel Charlie’s demonic energy approaching his position and, after straightening up his already somehow pristine appearance, dispersed the spectral tornado and grinned widely at the incoming princess. “Charlie! Good to see you my dear!”, he began stepping forward with James in tow and slapped the reindeer’s shoulder playfully in response to Vaggie’s flying accusations of a fight.

“Merely having a productive chat, Vagatha, and we required a bit of privacy from the peanut gallery.”, he shrugged leaving Charlie to check a silent James for injuries, “After all, isn’t our fearless leader always preaching communication over confrontation? Just ask the old boy, himself, if you don’t believe me.”  Everyone looked towards James for confirmation, including Alastor over his shoulder, however, he only nodded once and quickly made his way inside the hotel. Noticeably walking a bit lopsided, the reindeer completely sidestepped you as much as he could without so much as a glance. Good. Alastor thought and he knew the beta male felt his red gaze as it burned into the back of his retreating head.

While James disappeared within the building the air suddenly felt like it was knocked out of Alastor’s chest and had to subtly stabilize himself with his cane as the heavily sweet musk of your heat finally assaulted his senses. To his delight, you seemed just as enraptured by his scent and barely acknowledged James’s leave or even Charlie and Vaggie running past you after the beaten reindeer. He could see that your face was flushed, your hands fidgeted over the constricting clothes you wore, and your breathing picked up in anticipation with each step he took in your direction. Oh, how he wished he could take his animal mind’s advice and just take you right there where you waited for him on the porch. His spoils of war so to speak.

But…that’s not how this season is going to go, Alastor told himself and tried to take a deep breath to clear the biological fog. That only made the member in his slacks twitch more aggressively, though, as he accidentally took a big gulp of your pheromones and stopped in his tracks before coming too close. You looked at him in confusion and your ears flopped over a bit when you leaned your head over in a silent question. He knew what images were flashing in your mind, but he needed to get control of this situation if anything was going to change.

“Darling, I-”, he began tensely and straightened his shoulders, “I have come to understand that I have wronged you these many seasons that you have spent by my side and I cannot stand for it to continue any longer. I cannot harm my beloved doe anymore and-“, he swallowed thickly to finish as you crept towards him slowly, “and I must admit that I no longer feel that I am worthy of your affection.”

He noticed how your ears slipped back onto your head as the realization of what he was saying churned in your mind (as best it could at the moment), however, Alastor nearly jumped you again as he took in your pouting lips while you pressed yourself against him and inhaled.

The blood was quickly leaving his head to travel south, and He was losing the battle of logic fast so he gripped your shoulders with a huff of effort and gently moved you back from him. Looking into your clouded eyes, he never felt like The Radio Demon and, rather, knew himself as simply a buck gazing towards his mate. A mate he has not treated fairly as she had him and that fact cut him to the soul, but he would redeem himself! Though, not in the way that Charlie would approve of.

Alastor, beginning to massage your slight shoulders, requested, “I’m asking for the chance to prove myself to be the superior choice for, not just this season, but for every season to come as well.” He knelt and took your hand before staring silently up into your face in suspense; knowing full well that you could simply deny him and find whomever you wanted …and he’d have to let you. Despite his misgivings, you merely nodded your head once and teared up just a bit as if you’d been waiting for his confession for years. Perhaps you had. He stood tall before you with newfound determination for his mission and promised to return to your side as soon as it was finished properly.

The Radio Demon immediately leaned forward to kiss your forehead tenderly and melted into the shadows with a vicious smile to locate his newest (unwilling) partner in crime.

This one is the longest chapter I've done yet, but I kinda hate it 😅 It's important because it introduces the lead into the last chapter and our motivation to root against James, but I just can't seem to like it (idk if that even makes sense lol), This is the first time I've tried to write that kind of villain story. What did you think?

-S.S.P.R.

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Um, tbh I haven't really thought about it but I guess it is a neat thought 🤔 though I'm hoping to wrap up The Rival with maybe another chapter or 2 but I'll probably keep doing the Challenges series (just so I can vent about my own little demon lol)

Thanks 🙂 have a great day yourself

-SSPR

By Nao

SLAY DEM BITCHES! 🦌♥️🌈

I'm sorry this took me so long to answer, I'm not the best at looking at my messages 😅

Like his parenting style?

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Hope that's what you were looking for 😀

-SSPR

Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon

Rebel Without Pants

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It was 9 am in your suite at the Hazbin Hotel and you were currently watching your husband and daughter fling themselves and each other out of the small shadow pockets they continued to open in a weird game of cat and mouse wack-a-mole. You let loose a loud sigh of exasperation as Alastor once again caught the small fawn by her tiny hoof and begin threading the pair of cotton pants unto it, only for her to use her own spectral tendrils to yank his tail. He sounded a surprised bleat, while his child wiggled out of his grasp and tossed the clothing onto the ground with a giggle.

"Now see here, young lady!", the tall deer flung a pointed claw in the direction of the grinning diapered demon, "You WILL wear clothes! Or so help me, I will take away your-"

Your husband quickly looked around for something to make his threat credible, but smiled darkly when he eyed a certain container. "Or I will take away your yogurt covered eyes!", he continued to smirk triumphantly at Evangeline's low growl. She had been gifted those treats from her beloved Auntie Rosie from Cannibal Town and they were her favorite snack.

You knew this threat would not go over well with your daughter and could only watch as she tucked her ears back, hissed in static, and narrowed her eyes before darting into another shadow pit. The entire room was, then, painted in darkness as a wary Alastor stood firm in the middle. Waiting for the attack.

His tendrils stood flailing at the ready with different articles of clothing, when, suddenly, he was smacked on the back of his leg by a small, furry ragamuffin. He immediately went to grab his fleeing child before the feeling of weightlessness seized him. The shadows disappeared into the hole your fawn had created, and lured her father into, before you noticed Alastor falling past the tower windows and unto a confused Angel Dust outside. He must've not seen her trap hole with his own shadows covering the entirety of the room, you reasoned and looked down at the laughing spider holding your furious husband like a princess.

Turning around, Evangeline was under the bed trying to open the child proof clasp on her snack container. With a shriek of frustration when she was unable to overpower the magic lock, she threw it down at your feet in a silent request. Unfortunately for her, you were now running late for your meeting with Charlie so you fixed her with a hard stare. At that moment, your mate had made it back up to the tower window and began to coil his muscles and shake his growing antlers. (Many of which sported impaled baby shirts, socks, and pants)

Here we go again. You thought looking at your watch as the small fawn once again reared up at her father from the ground.

"Evangeline Hartfelt!", you spoke with intensity and at once commanded the attention in the room. You almost never raised your voice so the two deer immediately focused on your next words. "I have had enough of this foolishness." You walked forward to pick up the still locked, dented yogurt box and held it out to her. The small fawn's eyes widened with curiosity.

"If you be a good girl and dress properly, you may have your snack.", you fingered the latch open with a precise slowness, "if not, Mommy and Daddy will eat them all!"

The little deer hopped up quickly as you let out a forced evil laugh and brought an eye up to your lips. She allowed Alastor to properly dress her (he actually enjoyed picking out her outfits) with only a few whines when he groomed her fur covered head with his tongue. However, she nuzzled back into his cheek when he softly purred a bit and gently scratched at her tiny antlers.

You smiled and threw 2 of the yogurt eyes in their direction, which they happily caught with their teeth and followed you out the door to FINALLY begin the day.

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Hey everyone 🙂 been a minute but I had this idea from the other day and wanted to write it really quick (inspired by my own tiny rebel who absolutely refuses to dress in anything but her diaper 😅)

I'm nearly done with the 4th chapter of The Rival and hope to have it out asap

-SSPR

By tkrmadlskd

*Muffled shadow deer noises 🦌

I was left alone in a waiting room with color pencils and told to amuse myself...I am NOT an artist, but I had fun 😁

@DeeTee

would. ♥️🦌♥️

Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon

Pumpkin Patch

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It was 1 pm on the dot on a particularly warm fall day on West Judas Street of Pentagram City. This street being the line that separates your mate's territory from his flat faced frenemy's on the outskirts of the entertainment district. You were here with the rest of the Hazbin gang to treat your daughter, Evangeline, to her very first taste of the spooky season.

As Halloween has always been your favorite holiday, your were especially excited to share this experience with your family and friends. You've been practically vibrating with anticipation since Angel mentioned that the Vee's were opening a Jack-o'-lantern pumpkin patch as pumpkins in Hell just naturally grew that way. You didn't even hesitate to march right past the lit entrance, along with an equally excited Charlie and Angel, with your stroller to immediately find the selection of promised pumpkins.

Unfortunately, your husband did not share your enthusiasm for the outting as he tensely strutted as close to you and your fawn as possible. He was literally your shadow and, judging from the way the other demons kept a wide berth from you, Alastor was obviously radiating a "fuck around and find out" vibe. He had been against leaving his territory, especially with your still fragile deerling, but he couldn't deny you or his child the joy of this activity.

So with your Radio Shadow in tow, you began to size up the alive pumpkins and show them to Evangeline for her evaluation. At first, she hissed and shrank away from their creepy smiles with her fluffy ears speared back; waving her little claws at them until her dominance among the hellish plants was established. Even Alastor took a break from his constant surveillance to admire his fawn's aggression with a warm smile.

She began to figet within her restraints and, not at all surprising to you, her father immediately took the tiny demon into the safety of his arms. "If my sweet spawn is to be subject to this place, its only natural that her father escort her.", he said confidently and strode off between the rows of smiling vegetables, however, his ever indifferent smile didn't fool you for a second.

You knew he wanted to share this moment with Evangeline and see what other cute responses she may have towards the pumpkins. You only smiled and stepped after them with a warm feeling at seeing your two favorite demons so wrapped in the holiday fun.

Your daughter struggled to understand the Jack-o'-lanterns as she demanded to touch, taste (and even hit) each and every one that she came across. Her puggy hands felt through their eye holes (which apparently felt ticklish to them) and a bumpy one even tried to bite her when she fingered it's pointed "teeth". Both Alastor and Evangeline hissed sharply at the biting pumpkin as the deer demons tried to intimidate it into submission like the others. It only breathed in and let loose a stream of pulpy guts and seeds as it blew a raspberry in their faces with an evil giggle. You thought for sure that your daughter would immediately cry and try to demolish the mishapened lantern, your mate even looked at her in anticipation of the slaughter, but after a moment, she only joined in its giggling and clapped her small hands in joy.

The disappointment in Alastor's face (mixed with the scraps of pumpkin gunk still in his hair) made even you begin to laugh heavily. And you plucked the spunky Jack-o'-lantern from its perch, still trying to stifle the bubbling giggles at your husband's annoyed face, and went to pay with the other Hazbin peeps who also picked out their Halloween tributes. You heard Alastor's static begin to raise, but noticed how it oddly dissipated just a quickly.

You turned from the others to look back to see how Evangeline, also noticing her father's mounting anger, had thrown her chubby arms around his neck in a tight embrace. Despite how more pumpkin guts pressed between them, Alastor's cheeks had reddened and he sighed in contentment as he returned the adorable expression of tiny love.

By the time you arrived back home, the fawn had fallen asleep still holding her father's neck protectively and snoring softly into his jaw. No one dared to comment how you all heard his tail wagging under his coat.

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Thanks for reading ☺️ we went to the pumpkin patch this past weekend and our own demon baby absolutely tried to fight every pumpkin there 😂😂 out of them all, she chose the most lumpy, mishapened, weird one that was there. . .Happy Fall Season, everyone! ♥️

-SSPR

😮 he's fr...?!

Sure, I can give it a try. I hope it's what you were looking for lol 🙂

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Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon

If Mama Ain't Happy...

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It was 11:26 pm at the entrance to the Carmine Compound and you were knocking at the large metal door aggressively. Your husband had promised to be back home to in time to give you an evening off from your motherly and hotel responsibilities (a luxury you hadn’t had for quite some time), yet he still hadn’t shown up for hours past when he was due to reappear. You were more pissed off than worried, so, without any other choice, you strapped your dozing fawn to your chest and set off.

After about 10 minutes of banging, you were greeted by the unenthusiastic, but familiar, demeanor of Carmillia Carmine. “I believe you have something of mine.”, you firmly voiced out. In response the tall demoness merely nodded and lead you up in the elevator. Your ire was palpable. You very clearly felt the raised tension in the air as static buzzed over your skin and your sensitive ears picked up the voice of an angry Alastor and another, equally aggressive voice coming from the room you were approaching. Evangeline also felt and heard the familiar aura of her father as she kicked her little hooves out excitedly. “We we’re hoping you would come to get him.”, Carmillia sighed tiredly when she pushed open the door and gestured to the two arguing men, “They’ve been in this pissing contest for hours!”

You looked around the room and spotted your mate leaning over his cane and arguing into the flat face of Vox. Rosie smiled at your tired face with sympathetic expression and shrugged her thin shoulders. “And another thi-“, Alastor was cut off when he heard the high pitched shriek of his daughter who was wriggling in her carrier. His ears flattened onto his head as he immediately jerked his head around to meet the fury of your gaze. “Ah…d-darling, I was just on my way home when this blowhard dared to comment on my-“, he cut himself off once again when you silently, but intently, walked towards him. The room’s tension rose with every step you took.

It wasn’t often that you found yourself upset, but your anger was always a force to be reckoned with, and Alastor was far too intelligent to pit himself against it. So he merely stood still in silent terror.

You stopped directly in front of him, face to chest, before quickly throwing him over your shoulder. Vox laughed at Alastor’s embarrassed bleat but the glare you shot in his direction wiped away any of his amusement. You held your scrawny Alastor tightly and turned on your heel to leave.

“I believe this playdate is over.”, you uttered softly to everyone in the boardroom and took your family home.

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Sorry it's kinda short, Anon. I actually wrote this really quick while my own fawn was distracted by The Wiggles 😂

(p.s.- I friggin hate The Wiggles now)

-SSPR

By @kalico-of-doom

Complete with the dead deer on the table 😂😂

The Rival (Chapter 3)

(Summary: Alastor sought to possess one of the only does in Pentagram City for the rut season, however, you wanted a mate, not a master. But what happens when a handsome new buck shows up one day and tries to capture your attention away from the Radio Demon. Who will you choose?)

<BE AWARE OF VIOLENCE AND GORE TOWARDS THE CONCLUSION>

Both bucks could feel the scrape of steel as their massive crowns clash against each other with enough force to level the entirety of the city and, if not for Alastor’s already-in-place barriers around the hotel, everything surrounding them would’ve been blown away. Feeling the impact straining the wards momentarily distracts Alastor, however, James takes advantage of his loss of focus and uses the grip of their antlers to toss the Radio Demon into the air. The glass of the greenhouse ceiling felt like falling through a frozen lake’s surface as Alastor caught himself just before landing on Charlie’s apple tree saplings. He took a moment to sense his foe’s location before snarling out a warning when the feeling of something wrapping around his massive legs startled him. With a sickening crack, he whipped his head downwards in an instant to find that the small trees were embedding themselves into his legs and crawling up his thighs.

Alastor immediately slashed at the constraining foliage only to have them grow back twice as fast and aggressively before he could take action to leave the greenhouse. Even the surrounding smaller plants broke from their pots as they grew at such a rate to join their comrades in seizing Alastor, and he could feel his magic being siphoned with every touch. A deep, condescending laugh drew his attention towards the entrance of the greenhouse.

“What’s the matter Alastor? Are you gonna let a few plants take down the great Radio Demon?”, James cackled smugly, “From that big mouth of yours, I thought I’d actually have a fight on my hands, but you're just another bloated ego that needs to understand your true place.”

Alastor had already tried and failed to phase out of his ever-tightening floral restraints as his magic was being siphoned at an alarming rate and he was even straining to keep up his demonic form. Despite all of this, though, he knew that his smile was carving his face with maniacal excitement at this unexpected challenge and his mind, already clouded with possessive rage to eliminate a mating rival, truly focused with gleeful abandonment on his opponent. He let out a deep, and chaotic growl that shattered the heavy, glass windowpanes from the overwhelming static released within the Radio Demon’s chest.

 The large shards of glass tore through the plant's hold and Alastor didn’t even notice how his own body suffered the same damage as he shot toward James the instant that the cervitaur was in sight with a thundering blow to the abdomen. The crack that sounded out, accompanied by a pained grunt, was music to Alastor’s ears and only fueled his bloodlust. Oh, how he’d missed letting his muscles flex and allowing his inner demon to run as wild as it liked. The attack had knocked James backwards several feet where he caught his footing before rearing back on his hind legs to mightily stomp into the ground. Once again, a stream of foliage erupted from the surrounding area winding its path towards Alastor’s tall form before trying to aggressively capture him once more.

“Ah Ah Ah~”, Alastor sang out in a barely discernable demonic voice and wagged his finger condescendingly, “I won’t fall for the same trick twice, young man.”

With a shudder throughout his body, a wave of dark purple energy appeared to flow out from his very being that wafted over the incoming plants, which shrunk and wilted immediately coming to a dead halt just feet from the cackling Radio Demon’s shoes. James could only curse, still holding his injured ribs, as he reached up and snapped off one side of his black antlers with a hiss of pain and a river of blood flowing from the wound. Alastor could only stare in amused interest towards the reindeer’s sudden self-mutilation, but his eyes widened when a flash of white vines shot out from the root of the severed antler and braided together to create a long hilt that James gripped tightly with a look of determination.

The smell of fresh tissue hit Alastor’s nose and he realized that James had regrown his lost antler in a flurry of blood and black vines. Oh, this will be fun! James flexed his torso and coiled his muscles before launching himself forward, sword raised, and swiped towards the red demon yet narrowly missing his target’s shoulder. Alastor allowed himself to shrink to normal and reappeared behind his opponent in an instant, “You’re far too slow, chum.”, He again ducked out of the way of another slice against his chest and twirled around with a flourish as if the men were simply dancing, “And you seem to just mindlessly swing in whatever vague direction you believe your target to be while not even thinking where I may pop up next.”. The big brute only blared out an angry, “FUCK YOU!”, as Alastor seemed to effortlessly dodge the sloppy attack, but he felt the growing fatigue from having his magic plundered earlier.

“Such poetry.”, sneered the Radio Demon, “Whatever happened to the brazen young bull who began this tussle? How confident and, I dare say, even bold. Standing tall before me. However, these reindeer games are growing tedious, and I must bid you adieu.”

And that’s when James cracked a smile.

You stood stock still on the back porch watching the buck’s terrifying fight while a cold chill crept up your spine as the realization of what was happening washed over you with fresh horror. They were going to kill each other if you didn’t stop them, but your doe’s instinct didn’t dare allow you to run in between their blows. However, you didn't miss how their clash ignited something primal and thick within you, but you needed to concentrate.

I’ve got to get Charlie!, you thought worriedly.

Just as you turned to find the princess, the greenhouse suddenly exploded and the blast force knocked you into something fluffy, yet firm, “What the fuc-“, the gruff, disgruntled voice was cut off after another shockwave sounded. You were unceremoniously thrown to the ground and felt soft feathers envelop you protectively as a rain of debris and broken glass whizzed through the air where you were just standing. A sharp hiss of pain caught your attention as you sat up to look at your rescuer. Husk was kneeling above you, trying to dislodge glass from his outer feathers, but when he spoke, he kept a wary expression trained in the direction of the now laughing Radio Demon. “I see that the ceiling finally gave away between those two damn idiots. I haven’t seen the boss so worked up since before his last fight with Vox”, he turned his gaze towards you accusingly, “and I bet I know just what’s got his static so stirred up.”  

You could only look away knowingly as you watched the two bucks continue their battle and (holy Moses! Did James just rip off his own antler??!) noticed how sluggish Alastor seemed to move despite the excited mirth on his face.

“Where’s Charlie, Husk?! She’s the only one who has a prayer of breaking up this fight without losing an arm!”, you asked the cat demon, but he sighed in frustrated annoyance and answered, “We all thought that the boss wouldn’t be around today so she and her girl left to do some advertising for the joint.” He cast a wary look back towards the Radio Demon, “We thought that things wouldn’t boil over while he was gone, but…”, Husk trailed off.

All the both of you could do was watch helplessly. Whatever happened, happened. You thought worriedly but couldn’t help the warm bloom of anticipation that took root within your belly at the thought of two powerful partners fighting for your hand. It was a sickening yet thrilling thought at the same time that made you aware of just how feverish you had suddenly become. Almost as if...

Alastor narrowed his eyes at the sudden smile widening over his opponent’s face as if this fight was already decided but he just didn’t know it yet. What was the reindeer planning?  No matter, some immature stripling couldn’t possibly hope to beat The Radio Demon when it seemed like he barely even understood his demonic abilities yet. However, just when he had geared himself up to make good on his promise to end this game, Alastor’s throat was suddenly caught as searing pain shot throughout his body and ebbed into every limb. He couldn’t move one inch.

All he could do was fight to remain standing while casting a questioning gaze toward a smirking James with an aggravated growl. His energy was all but gone but how? Alastor was beginning to feel the strain of exhaustion from the battle’s turnabout, sure, however, it wasn’t to this degree just a few moments ago. Just a few moments ago? When that brute was haphazardly waving around…oh.  

“Finally caught on have we, old man?”, laughed the reindeer demon cruelly, “Why don’t yous take a gander at your fine form you so expertly flung around my sword?”

It took some effort, but Alastor was able to slowly look down to scan his front, only to feel the shock of surprise and curse at himself for letting his guard down enough to be taken for a fool. Lining nearly every inch of his suit jacket and torn dress pants was a plethora of tiny buds that had sprouted and wound their way around all that they could reach. If that wasn't enough, sharp thorns had also seen fit to line each of the small vines that ensured their hold on his skin making each movement accompanied by blazing pain.

“But how?”, Alastor grunted out, “You never touched me.”

James scoffed in the red demon’s face as he trotted closer, clearly assuming the fight had been finished, and answered, “You older fucks with the giant egos can never resist putting younger demons in their place. Demons you believe to be beneath you simply because we are from a later time, but none of you ever think that maybe that impenetrable confidence will be your eventual downfall.” The cervitaur took a moment to laugh heartedly as he continued, “Sure you dodged my slices, but I sure did touch you. Or at least the spores blooming off my antler did.”, he smiled with vicious enjoyment, “I knew a vain soft serve like you wouldn’t hesitate to show off just how easily you could beat me, especially in front of our sweet doe watching, and present yourself as the better male.” He was inches away from an immobilized Alastor’s snarling face, “You thought that you’d humiliate me by not even offering returning blows. As if I were a child with a wooden sword and you were a chuckling parent just humoring my effort. Well, that sure bit you in the ass, huh? Mister big bad Radio Demon.”

Towards the end of his monologue, James had straightened up and lowered his voice so that only Alastor could hear him. “Speaking of that sweet little cunt~”, James whistled admiringly and took a long sniff in the direction of their girl. “Yeah, that sweet little piece of ass will do just fine for me. She wants genuine love so badly that she doesn’t care where it comes from. I mean, I’m basically a fucking stranger, and, with just a few pretty words, the whore was ready to be spread out and fucked right here in the garden!” He had caught Alastor’s right ear and held it uncomfortably to his mouth’s level and laughed loudly into it while the deer demon winced and shook with barely contained hostility. "You smell her right? I know you do, brother, how could you not? Such a ripe fucking pussy."

“How dare you…”

“Yeah yeah big boy.”, James winked and patted Alastor’s cheek condescendingly, “Don’t worry bud, I’ll take care of your former favorite cocksleeve. But first”, he raised his makeshift sword and didn’t hesitate to quickly stab into the red demon’s shoulder and smile wider when Alastor’s face twisted into what he assumed was a look of pain. However, what he didn’t know was that Alastor had failed to even register that he was injured as the air around him began to pop and crackle in time with his raising anger and he merely stared at the demon in front of him with hateful disgust. He managed to raise his hand and snap his sharp-clawed fingers once. At first, the still-gloating James scoffed at the seemingly desperate motion but immediately went silent as a dark hue grew up his strong body in what looked like a couple of black shadows snaking up his torso and neck. Within another moment, the reindeer could only gasp sharply in surprise as he was met by a grinning silhouette of a ghostly Radio Demon now restraining his entire form and holding his mouth open. A large funnel of growing darkness then seemed to erupt from Alastor’s heaving chest, his head turning up and laughing with insanity.

“You’d forgotten about my little friend here, eh?”, Alastor spoke as he looked up at the red sky of Hell, “But it was you who oh so generously invited him over when you helped yourself to my magical energy and he saw fit to stuff himself to what his host offered.”

The Radio Demon looked back towards his prey, his widely hanging mouth opened in a grinning maw as he continued in barely discernable speech, “Not to worry, dear boy, I don’t mind sharing with a fellow buck, however…”

It was then that James noticed, with horrifying clarity, how his energy-draining buds had also turned into darkness and were slowly melting into Alastor’s form and mending the places that had been ripped and torn as if they had never been there at all. “You’ve just made the most foolish of mistakes any who walk in my line of sight could…”. Forced, now, to his four sets of knees by his spectral bondage, the reindeer suddenly became aware of just how little fear he’d ever felt in his life as compared to the increasing terror that was clawing its way up his throat. “You have insulted my mate! AND YOU SHALL PAY!!”, the deer demon finished with another wave of hysterical laughter and a grand flourish of his elongating limbs into a horror James knew no one sees and lives to describe later.

The shadow grew bigger and darker around the helpless deerling until all he could see was a twitching, churning void lit only by the sharp yellow teeth that were closing the distance separating them. Gone was the lush backyard of the hotel and all he could hear was the predator’s heavily static-laced voice (or what could be assumed to be a voice) a bit above the multitude of hallowing screams in the darkness. Unseen claws, hands, teeth, and limbs began tearing into his flesh, but he could utter no screams of his own because a hand had already been thrown down his, still held open, throat.

“You know, I believe that you have more to offer than just meat for my shadow hive. A manner of social recompense for the DISGUSTING way you spoke of my darling doe…YES… after all, you did come to this hotel so intent on giving your HEART for the path to redemption, I will help you accomplish just that…MY WAYWARD FRIEND.”

Alastor couldn’t hold back the excited jilt in his voice or the blood that drooled down his chin from biting his lip in anticipation for this most primal of kills. His blood sang as he felt his claws easily shred the soft tissue of the lesser male’s esophagus and a sort of fever took him over once he cracked open the firm muscle surrounding the sternum. By this point, the beta had ceased all forms of struggle and could only hang limp at the mercy of Alastor’s arm as it picked the still-beating heart from its nest like an apple on a tree.

Making sure to keep the connections to the major arteries intact, The Radio Demon withdrew the organ from its host’s unhinged maw and held it out for him to see in all its bloody glory. He spoke with the giddiness of a child, “How would you like to know that I will present this to my love and I’ll use it to feed the seed that I’ll plant within her? Oh yes, women from my time were known to consume such choice cuts of meat to ensure healthy fetus growth and I believe that such a strong bull like yourself would make for a fine meal as the last act of your pathetic existence.”

James could only weep for himself as the red deer continued in a much more poised demeanor, “No? Well then, how about a…deal?”

I'm so sorry that this part took so long 😅 my partner's family matters took longer than I thought they would but I tried to work on this on my phone when I had a second lol

I've never written such a complicated scene and I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I liked writing it. I really live for protective deer daddy with a dash of insanity ❤️❤️

-SSPR

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