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“What do you need, my vixen?” His voice was so sweet, eager to care for his needy mate. Stretching out her entire body with a wide yawn, Emma worked to answer his question. “Hmm… hungry for something, but not sure what. Let’s start with a smoke, shall we?” Nuzzling his cheek into hers before kissing it, Alastor snapped his fingers and handed Emma a lit blunt. His shadow slithered off and her own shade chased, chittering amorously and nipping at their partner as they left the room. Emma chuckled at how cute her shade acted around the other. So incredibly adorable! Taking in a long hit, she held her breath to soak in all the relief she could before letting it go. She felt so spoiled, snuggled up to her darling, who seemed eager to tend to any whim. Coughing a bit, she noticed how dry her throat was, and before even asking, a glass of water appeared in front of her as Alastor took the blunt. She accepted with a sheepish smile, ears drooping at the attentive care. She knew Alastor was a romantic by now (at least with her), but the sweet way he looked at her as he took care of her set Emma’s tail to thumping. Such a wonderful mate! Setting the water on the bedside table, Emma leapt onto her darling, startling the demon as he held the blunt away from her hair. Whining and yapping happily, she nuzzled her cheeks against any skin she found and wriggled her entire body against his, tail thumping on the mattress. Alastor cooed and laughed at the display, snapping the blunt away and wrapping his arms around her. Emma’s mind felt hazy as she snuggled him, taking in his musky scent- he smelled like safety, like love and joy. He was home. “What day is it?” The question earned a chuckle as Alastor peppered kisses over her hair and face. Emma closed her eyes, tail wagging as she soaked in his affections. Between kisses, her darling hummed as he thought. “We can make certain, but I believe it’s Sunday arou… “Please, my buck… breed me… fill me… I need you…” Her words earned a debauched moan as Alastor snapped their clothes off and slid his tongue along her throat, nibbling gently as he pushed her on her back and moved lower. Emma whined and bucked at the loss of contact. She wanted to be surrounded by him. Oh but his breath heating her skin was just lovely. Alastor’s body was easily twice her size, his eyes bleeding into black as he bit from her breasts to her ribs. Licking a trail from her hip bone, he took a small piece of thigh with a staticky moan. “Oh, fuck Alastor. More, my buck. Please. Take more. Fuck me. Eat me. I need…” Was she hallucinating, or was the world itself bending around them? Oh who gives a fuck? He was her world, and Emma wanted to live in him for the rest of eternity. Pain and agonizing pleasure hit all at once as teeth ripped a chunk of thigh from her while a tentacle pushed past the muscles of her entrance. “Haah! Yes! Yes!” His mouth was all over her, and as Emma watched her buck attend her, she whined and moaned and panted at the sight of him. Large, gnarled antlers defied physics as they caged her, and Emma grabbed hold of them, running her tongue over the rough texture and arching her back to rub her sensitive breasts against them. Alastor snarled and nipped at her drenched mound before he was lost to her. His tongue replaced the tentacle that was fucking her, and the environment around them completely altered. Static filled the air, and Emma watched her mate devour her bloody slick. He was a man starved, offered a five star dinner. He licked slowly, bit at her labia, sucked her swollen clit and licked along her glistening slit, only to shove his tongue back in to fuck more nectar from her. Ecstasy. Heavenly- no, infernal euphoria. Her body was alight with desire, pleasure and pain as she cried and screeched and bucked. That tongue was pure perfection, those dial eye… “More, Alastor… don’t— mmn… hold back. I want it all, my monster. Use me. I’m yours, my buck. My mate,” she nuzzled as her body twitched in its release. Alastor whined above her, his cock twitching inside her. “You cruel, wonderful, twisted woman. I’m going to ruin you, my little Vixen…” Then he was moving inside her as his shadows swallowed them both up, and they were in the bayou she’d made him. He pressed himself entirely within her and she keened. Delicious… Sliding his other hand under Emma’s head and shoulders, her darling pulled her up to straddle his large hips as he crouched. “Mine…” came the distorted growl of her lover as he began to pull her slightly off his drenched cock, moaning at the bloody slick covering him. “Perfect…” He slammed her back down onto him and Emma screamed in pleasure, wriggling and circling her hips as best she could with his hands the only things holding her. She nuzzled a large finger and bit, rubbing her hands over her breasts to squeeze at her nipples. Alastor’s dial eyes flickered and switched down at her as he worked her over his cock, that sweet, mad love shining as he savored Emma’s pleasure. Leaning his large head down, he slid his tongue along their joined bodies, eliciting desperate whining as her pussy clenched around him. Quickening his pace, Emma felt the swell of his cock as he pulsed within her. Clenching his eyes shut, Alastor forced her body as far onto him as he could and ground against her. Emma screamed and latched on to her mate as he spent himself, biting him, aggressive and needy as she rubbed herself on him. She was coming again after the second pulse of seed hit, and Emma bit harder, grinding her teeth as her tail whipped. Good luck getting her off of the demon, they were completely attached, as much as they could be. This man was hers, and Emma had staked her claim many a time. She hadn’t heard the bellow her mate released when she bit h… Alastor kneels behind Vixen, looks softly down and strokes Vixen’s face as he uses his tentacles to hold her tail and thrust into her. Vixen, on all fours, nuzzles into his hand, pushing back against Alastor in need.
December 18, 2025 at 6:44 AM
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Day 4: Breeding

Excerpts from ‘La Folie de Toi’ 🔞
Ch. 2: Dad Beak Dad
Curling her tail to drape over Alastor’s back, Emma fell asleep holding her love. — — — She awoke to cramps and the munchies, clenching her teeth from the tightness in her muscles. It wasn’t nearly as bad as her human days, but the first week of heat was filled with light cramps and bleeding as her body did its thing. Mood swings ranged from pissed off, territorial vixen, to flirty screaming-for-sex, capital ‘V’ Vixen, but her most common mood was sleepy-hungry stoner Vixy. That would appear to be her current setting. Alastor slept peacefully on her chest, his ears flopping and aimed toward her heart. There’s no way she could move with such a precious creature resting on her- idly Emma thought he was her little hellcat. His personality certainly matched. Closing her eyes, she sent her shadow to grab her stash and begin fixing tea and snacks. She would need to go easy on the caffeine until her heat was over- hydration was everything. As her shade set to working in the kitchen, Emma closed her eyes and simply listened to her mate breathing. How he soothed her frazzled senses. She really didn’t want to send him away. Leaning in, she breathed in his scent and felt heat rise in her cheeks. ‘Fuck, time to think of something else,’ Emma worked to focus her mind on something… anything other than the warmth of his skin against hers, the sharpness of the claws that grazed her hips occasionally as he resettled. ‘Fucking stop woman!’ Raising her free hand to rub at her temple, she stifled the groan threatening to escape and accepted the box her shade handed her, wicked knowing smirk on their lips. She shooed them back to their tasks and pointed at the stash; the box opened and a blunt rolled itself. She picked it up once it was ready and brought it to her lips, the lighter rising to light it for her. How wonderful it was to have magick at her disposal. Sleepy coral eyes blinked open as she blew smoke awa… “You are cruel, my lovely mate…” Emma groaned as she clenched her thighs together- Lucifer, she wanted him to chase her down and fuck her into the dirt of that little bayou she’d made him, race through a forest together hunting any prey they could find, hunker down in her proverbial den and mate until they died from sheer ecstasy. “Oh I’m not teasing, my vixen. I’m offering,” he spoke low, nipping at her jaw as she struggled to think. “And I would wholeheartedly accept, if you weren’t grievously angelically injured right over your heart, my stubborn buck,” she teased, grinning at him with an evil gleam in her crimson gaze. Alastor growled in frustration, but relented with one last peck to her lips before pulling away to stare at her. “You would accept me in your den… if I were healed?” Emma’s heart seized at the sweet hopeful gaze her mate was giving her and she cupped his cheek, rubbing her nose against his. “Yes, my heart. A thousand times yes. I simply don’t wish to pester you with my excessive… drive. I can be quite demanding and needy when in heat, so I typically spend it with myself.” Alastor cocked his head, and Emma rubbed an ear the way he liked. “So when dear Angel inquired as to whether you’d be filming…” Emma nodded in affirmation, “I call the series ‘In The Shadow of a Vixen’. Not the most inventive title, I confess, but I’ve released a good seven films of my heat- all staged and shot by yours truly.” Radio static flared as those cute ears pricked to attention. Giggling at the adorable reaction, Emma captured his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. Alastor sighed into her mouth and pressed his body closer. “I will be back, my little mate,” he growled out. In a swirl of shadow he was gone, and she felt the loss instantly. With a soft sigh, she curled up and reached for the remote on the bedside table, flipping the television on to scroll through options. She felt like a good romcom, an… She wasn’t certain what day it was, and as Emma sank into the warm water of her bathtub, she tried to break through the haze of heat to figure it out. Why in the seven circles had she scheduled that stupid provider meeting right smack dab in the middle of her season? How had it so completely slipped her mind? She would need to ask Anita to push it back, or perhaps she could just send an email out to everyone? Lucifer, had Emma become the person that sets a meeting for something that could have just been an email? With an annoyed huff, she dipped her head under the water and scrubbed the sweat from her hair. This heat was taking its toll; she had barely eaten anything, her shade needing to force her to drink. Even now, as sore as she felt, she slipped her fingers between her folds, over and around her swollen clit with soft, noiseless moans that bubbled around her. Pinching a nipple, she let out more breath as she worked her clit. The loss of air singed her lungs, and she bucked her hips in tired ecstasy, her fingers sliding past her tight muscles to pump another orgasm from her. Idly Emma was grateful for already being in the tub, squirting into the water as her body convulsed and she snarled, claws piercing her breast. Her eyes opened wide under the water when she felt her mate shadowing in close by, most likely the bedroom. Why had he come? Didn’t he understand her when she explained how needy she would be? Did he truly wish to tend to her? Emma felt a surge of guilt for what was about to come (pun fully intended). She hated needing to be taken care of- something she still desperately needed to work on in therapy. Looking up, Emma saw a murky visage of her darling step into her line of sight to stare down at her. She should probably surface; she really needed to breathe. Releasing a bubbling growl, Emma steeled herself and rose slowly, pushing her hair back as it floated around her. She waited a moment before taking in ai… Cooing and nuzzling against his neck, Emma raised her head in ask, and he eagerly granted his kiss. Their lips met and her body lit up. With a licentious keen, she rubbed her wet cunt over his stomach, and he growled into the kiss and nipped at her bottom lip. His hands and tentacles were all over her, and as he thrust a limb into her, Emma screamed into his mouth. He took full advantage, tongue invading as he savored her noises. Oh how she had missed her darling. He enfolded her entirely in his essence, shadow nipping and licking her shoulder and neck as they pulled Alastor’s tentacle from her. Emma whined in need, and Alastor and his shade responded to the call with loving ferocity. The shadow thrust their cock into her, and she saw stars. “Oh, fuck yes! Al, please. I need it, I need it… need— haah!” Alastor sank his fangs into Emma’s throat and held her in place as his shadow rut into her. She heard the shade chittering and growling as they wrapped their lower body around her hips, adjusting their shape and size as they pounded into her- figuring out her body for themselves. “Such a good little mate,” they chirped against her sensitive ear. Emma screeched and Alastor moaned against her throat, releasing his fangs and licking the blood that spilled easily with the lapping water. He rose his head to watch her, eyes filled with love as his deft fingers glided over her clit. “Alastor… oh my love, yes! Right there! Aah!” She was so close… muscles clenching and pulling at the phantom cock of her lover. “Need it… need… knot…” Her own shade came away and wrapped around Alastor’s with an amorous chirp. Alastor’s shadow swelled around Emma, within her as they listened to her shade telling them exactly what she wanted. Alastor crashed his lips against hers and slid his palm around and against her clit, pressing against her pubic bone as she bucked against her lovers. Such exquisite ecstasy! C…
December 18, 2025 at 6:44 AM
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He chuckled and pulled her in for a kiss, nipping gently at her bottom lip. “So you have a Top 5 list called ‘Alastor Activities’?” The mischievous gleam in his eyes caused Emma to giggle and grin slyly down at him. “Betcha can’t guess what my number one is.” Alastor gave Emma a wicked grin before humming and pulling her close, rubbing his nose against hers. “I may be beginning to understand that twisted little mind of yours, but I have much more studying to do before I ace the exam.” Emma laughed at that. She had to hand it to him, he’d make a brilliant earth politician. She gave him a soft kiss and settled back on top of him, nuzzling her head under his chin and breathing deeply of his scent. “This is…” Her sighed out response set Alastor’s hands to petting her hair as his tentacles wrapped around her body, his shadows swallowing them up to bring them to his bed. “Stay the night? I don’t seem to want to let you go,” he said, kissing the top of her head before resting his chin between her ears. “Mmm, yes please,” Emma mumbled happily against his collarbone, already beginning to feel herself slipping into a contented slumber. If given the choice, she’d stay there, just like that, for the rest of eternity…
December 16, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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Caught up! 🎉
Day 3: I think this counts as both kink AND love language 😂
Cw for gore
Excerpt from Black Coffee (Vixen aka: Emma)
Ch. 12: Eat Your Heart Out, Darling
“I must admit, Emma dear, I’m quite impressed with your skill. Now, let’s get serious, shall we?” His grin grew sinister as he stepped forward, and Emma had to quell the rising desire to jump his bony ass right then and there. Adrenaline and oxytocin pumped through her system from both the exercise and the compliment- it thrilled her to receive his praise. The combination of chemicals coursing through her veins was intoxicating- she felt so free! She felt his aura, along with the telltale breeze of something flying towards her and ducked just in time to miss the clawed hand swiping at her throat. Alastor appeared in pieces as he weaved through shadow, and with each new attack Emma’s body thrummed with pleasure. Swipe, miss, kick, another miss- her speed was something to be envied. He was able to get two strikes in as they traded blows and danced around each other, but the fact that she wasn’t sent flying each time told Emma he was keeping his hits soft. A hand formed from shadow and sliced a thin line across her throat and she couldn’t help the moan that poured from her lips, her body buzzing with arousal and adrenaline. “God, you’re so sexy when you’re trying to kill me.” Emma’s words caused the demon attacking to chuckle as he preened under the compliment, and she used his voice to find and make a swipe for his throat, missing by a hair’s breadth as he disappeared once more. Where would he appear next? Emma did her best to concentrate on his flashing aura as he moved. “The sentiment is very much a mutual one, my Vixen.” The low rumble of his whispered response in her ear had her brain short circuiting. In a flash he was gone again, and Emma tried to refocus on the feel of his aura, pausing when she couldn’t sense it. ‘Shit, now that’s impressive.’ He wasn’t lying when he’d said it was time to get serious. She felt a claw run sensually up her spine, and she froze at the deep demonic voice accompanying the touch. … “Oh, you know…” Her smile turned wicked as she turned in his arms and pressed her body into his. He groaned as he gazed down at her, his hands sliding down her back and squeezing her hips to pull her closer. That’s when Emma made her move, lifting her arms to wrap around his shoulders and tilting her chin in ask of a kiss he moved to grant. “Make love, not war.” She watched in twisted delight as those coral eyes widened in shock. A dark patch spread across the now torn fabric that covered his throat, the fresh cut that peeked through bleeding steadily. He seemed frozen in place, and Emma took full advantage, pulling him down to lick at the wound she’d created. “Fuck…” “Oh yeah?” Her head cocked and she grinned up at her contorting lover as he processed the fact that his own lover had essentially just killed him. “Good fuck, or bad fuck?” Those beautiful eyes blazed down at her as he answered. “Good… Very good, my Vixen.” His soft words filled her heart with such joy, and she leaned back in to lick the trickle of blood escaping the small cut. “I have a rather… unorthodox request of you, my love, but only if you want to… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any-“ She’d pulled him into a soft kiss, hoping to set him at ease- he was just so cute when he got all nervous to ask for anything. Rubbing her nose against his, Emma spoke softly. “What is it you desire, my heart?” Her words had him blushing like a strawberry and she grew very curious. What would have him this red? “Actually, that’s precisely what I desire, mon cœur. I want to give you my heart…” ‘Oh… Oooohhh…’ Emma’s eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. “Alastor…” His beautiful eyes glowed down at her, nervous and so filled with love. How could such an exquisite creature exist? He was beautiful… “Oh, my sweet love…” She pet his hair and stroked his cheek, down his bloody … “Would you like me to use a knife, or my claws, darling?” Her legs settled to straddle him as she peppered kisses along his jawline. “Or perhaps…” She rose to nip at a drooping ear before sitting back on his lap to grin up at him. “My fangs?” Emma found him so fascinating- as wanton as the demon was acting, his desire certainly wasn’t for sex at the moment; she’d definitely feel it if it was. No, her darling was acting so amorously in need of her violence. “However my goddess wishes to accept her sacrifice,” he sighed out, that love struck expression covering his features. Emma felt high as she moved to undo his bow tie, pulling it off and letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground. Next came the buttons of his coat, his shirt, and undershirt. He simply stared at her face and ran his fingers through her soft hair as she made slow work of his clothing. It was as if he was expecting her to disappear if he looked away, and she leaned forward to kiss him gently, scratching lightly down the fur of his chest. “I love you, Alastor… And I shall love you still when you wake,” Emma whispered against his lips, before plunging her hand claws-first into his skin, just under the ribs. That’s when she heard him scream for the first time. It was primal, eerie and oh so sweet to her alert ears. She placed her other hand behind his head and helped him lay down as he panted, sinking her hand under his diaphragm as she felt for the apex of his heart. His breath was short and quick as he watched her killing him. Her fingers wrapped gently around his racing heart, and Emma smiled sweetly at her love, pressing one last soft kiss to his quivering lips before twisting and ripping his heart away from him. He gave one last mixed scream, a hint of his mating call under the surface as she felt his cock lurch under her. An interesting reaction, but not unheard of, especially for masochists. She gave Alastor a heated stare as she leane… “How are you feeling, my dearest?” Lovely thick lashes fluttered open to reveal those gorgeous crimson orbs and Emma couldn’t help the buttery smile that lit her face. Her love was just so cute when his ears drooped like that. A clawed hand reached to bring her in for a soft kiss, and she sighed against his warming lips. When they parted, he was staring at her with such romance she laid back against him and nuzzled under his chin the way he liked. “I’m positively floating, my darling,” he sighed out and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her back. “Thank you so much, mon cœur. You’ve made me feel so splendidly euphoric.” His soft words had Emma’s heart soaring with the hellcrows- how could this be anything but pure bliss? “I think we should spar more often in the future, even after this extermination. I believe I quite enjoy this side of you,” he chuckled to himself as he pet her hair, and she joined him. “Oh I very much agree, my dearest mate. I think it’s made Top 5 of my ‘Alastor activities’ list.” Her tease had Alastor’s arms tightening. “Say it again…” There was no need for him to say which word to repeat, and Emma didn’t hesitate. Pressing a hand over his fresh racing heart to lift herself and look down at him, love shining in her crimson gaze. “My darling…” she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Dearest…” next to his jaw. “Perfect…” his nose. “Mate.” Finally his lips. Her darling gave a happy bleat against her lips and she couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at his adorable display. He was such a softie. “You know, I’d been contemplating asking to call you my wife, but when you call me mate, that feels so much better…” Emma’s breath caught before she settled. He wouldn’t try to own her- he’d never even shown the typical jealousy when she brought up her work. He’d just said it himself, mate sounded better to him. The sentiment wasn’t lost on her though- the …
December 16, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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Day 2: Dates
Excerpt from ‘I Turned the Corner’ (Alastor’s POV)
Chapter 4: Deal or Date (Pt 2)

Vixy’s pov is Black Coffee, and well, that bitch was flickin’ the bean asap 😂
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“I suppose it was a good idea having brunch. I do believe we’ve talked the day away,” Alastor declared as he walked Vixen home. The day had been one of the most pleasant he’d had in some time, spent drinking and gabbing with the two women. It was easy to be around Vixen; to talk with her and relax. She had an air of confident nonchalance about her, as though nothing in the underworld could bother her. He’d found that he quite enjoyed her attentions, catching her staring several times, brilliant ruby hearts meeting his own gaze. “Ah, but what wonderful company!” Vixen skipped a few steps, “I can’t remember the last time I had such fun! Thank you for the lovely day, and the coffee.” She held the small offering up in emphasis, and he felt his chest swell in response. The sensation was intriguing- familiar, yet novel. When they reached her home, he was surprised and impressed to discover that, within the blown out, dilapidated building, she’d created a dimensional abode that looked quite comfortable. A bit modern for his tastes, but at least it wasn’t rundown like it had first appeared. What would he have done if it had been? No matter. “Would you like to come in?” Vixen cocked her head in question, and he felt his heart quicken. She was only inviting him in. She wouldn’t be expecting intimacy right away, would she? Perhaps she would settle for a compromise. With a subtle breath, Alastor spoke, “I would love to darling, but I think I should return to the hotel.” Stepping closer, he enjoyed the way her eyes widened ever so slightly at his nearness. Time to test himself. “May I kiss you, my Vixen?” A compromise she eagerly accepted, stepping closer to wrap her arms around his torso. He was mildly surprised that he didn’t hate the feeling. Though still not wholly comfortable with being touched, Alastor took a moment to gauge his reaction before leaning his he… This was… not unpleasant. Vixen sighed into the kiss and pressed herself closer, and that’s when he felt the jolt of heat. He wanted more. Thankfully Vixen didn’t try to put her tongue in his mouth, dragging those luscious obsidian lips over his in a sensual dance that left him feeling lightheaded. They stayed there like that, and Alastor was surprised that he didn’t want to pull away. He truly did want to go inside and explore these new sensations- what else would he be able to enjoy with her? ‘Let’s not put the cart before the horse, old boy.’ His mind began clearing, and he pulled away, immediately wishing to go back. Back to those beautiful lips. His heart was racing, and he noticed an electric thrill shoot through him when he opened his heavy lids to gaze at his disheveled sweetheart. She looked positively ravishing. ‘We should go in,’ he heard his shade chirp amorously from within, and he was extraordinarily tempted to do so. “Goodnight, Emma,” his words came softer than he’d planned, a light breathy tone that left him a bit embarrassed. Vixen was apparently experiencing similar feelings, a dreamy smile dancing on those lovely lips. “Goodnight, Alastor,” she replied, leaning on the door frame to watch him walk away. At that he forced himself to turn around and dip into his shadows to leave. Annoyingly, his shade split to wave goodbye, shouting that he’d do better next time. It was a good thing other demons couldn’t understand the little imp. How embarrassing. When finally he made it home, he slithered straight under his door and formed in his room. Bringing his hand up to gingerly place at his chest, he felt the pounding of his heart and tried to calm it, rubbing at the unfamiliar ache. He couldn’t believe he’d actually willingly, enthusiastically asked another demon to be his sweetheart. His mama would be falling to pieces in joy. Walking over to an armchair, Alastor conjured up a notebook and pen, seating himself and opening to the first page as he contemplated his reactions and symptoms. As terrifying as the prospect of wanting a romance was, Alastor found himself interested and excited to learn something new after all these years. When finished writing his thoughts, Alastor flipped the notebook closed and replaced his pen with a marker. He took a moment to ponder before settling on a title. There. That was good enough. Standing, he shimmied the notebook between a couple of hardbacks and decided to wander the hallways, spooking any unassuming passersby as he went. Today had been just lovely. Unassuming, the notebook sat in wait for the next scribbling. The title? ‘Experiments in Romance’.
December 16, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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I Turned the Corner
Pt. 2 First Meeting
As he made his way down the lane, he noticed a group of cannibettes saying their goodbyes outside of a cafe. What caught his attention instantly was the lovely Vixen parting from the group- how had he never noticed her before? ‘Would you have been interested in her before knowing her capacity and desire for pain?’ his shade chittered from within, his essence ruffling with annoyance. Well, he couldn’t deny the shadow’s logic- even when running into her at the butcher’s shop, he’d only thought her pretty and polite at best. He shadowed himself around the corner so as to put himself in her field of vision before resuming his walk. Time to test some choppy waters- perhaps he could get a better read on her. Keeping his face chipper and his eyes facing forward, he observed the vixen as she turned to make her way to her next destination. He knew the moment she noticed him, a prick of excitement rising in his throat as he did his best to appear calm and unbothered. He gave her a moment to observe before meeting her gaze and shadowing over to form in front of her. Her steps faltered and he shot his hand out to steady her, his heart skipping a beat as her crimson eyes landed on him. Satan give him strength, she was lovely… “Good evening, my dear! I was hoping I’d run into you. Our dear friend Angel Dust showed me your work on the picture show- what a performance!” He silently patted himself on the back for his quick thinking; the mention of their mutual acquaintance should help set her at ease- hopefully. He took the time to regard her as she worked to overcome her shock at his sudden appearance. “Thank you, sir. I’m honored you enjoyed the show,” she smiled demurely up at him, and his breath caught. A voice like honey… What would it sound like over his airwaves? “Wait, you know Angel?” He nodded excitedly, glad that he’d kept his manners (mostly) around the spider. Wouldn’t want him telling her anything too bad. … “Brunch would be lovely, dear. Would you prefer to meet somewhere or may I escort you?” She seemed to be taken aback for a moment before giving her answer with a lovely smile. “Well, if you wouldn’t be opposed, I would love to see this Hazbin Hotel you speak of. Perhaps I escort you to brunch and you escort me home afterwards?” A wonderful compromise! His heart raced in his ears as he held in his excitement. “Fantastic! What time would work best for you? Say around 11:30? Or perhaps something later?” He noticed a small blush rising in her cheeks as she replied, “11:30 it is.” Was she blushing for him? He was practically vibrating in anticipation. Is this how normal people felt when interacting romantically? Is this how he’d made all those women feel when he’d been alive? He’d definitely need to do some research on the subject, daunting as the task felt. He did his best not to stare too blatantly as he gave her some directions to the hotel, and they parted ways. He could barely contain his excitement for their date! ‘Not a date. Just two people who admire the other’s work,’ he thought as he shadowed back over to Rosie’s to request a possible table for brunch. If anything went awry, hopefully she would be able to assist him in navigating. And perhaps if all went well, a deal might be struck by the end of the day. She’d laughed heartily and teased him for “being so adorable, asking for a chaperone”. No matter. If it earned him her assistance, he’d happily let her taunt him for the rest of their eternity. He shadowed himself home and picked up a romance novel- one of many Rosie had gifted him over the years as jokes. He could of course always fall back on his moves from his living days, but who knew how well that worked today? No, he definitely needed to update his flirting. Although, her being an older demon, she may find his outdated attempts flattering. The night passed slowly as he read book after book, taking…
December 16, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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I Turned the Corner (Alastor)
Pt 1: Wherein the radio demon acquires a kink
His thoughts were interrupted by an aggravated, but excited Angel Dust waving a disc in his face. Holding a gloved hand up to get the spider to back away, his head cocked in confusion. “I bet this one’s right up your alley, Smiles!” Angel winked playfully and Alastor had to fight to keep his smile on. The thought of enjoying anything produced by the spider was laughable, but not something he would entertain. “My friend, I can assure you that if it involves… human interest, that I have no interest in viewing-“ Angel had already inserted the disc, and the video began playing. Ears pinning down in disgust, Alastor looked away as his eyes narrowed. He hated his wishes being ignored, especially when it came to such intimate matters. For something that everyone else seemed to hold so sacred, they sure were eager to thrust it onto others. “You once said that you would do anything to fulfill my desires… Is… that still true?” An ear twitched and swiveled to the picture box as his curiosity got the better of him. He knew that voice from somewhere, but who was it? “Of course babydoll. What, you want me to kill someone for you?” Huh, now if murder is the theme, that he could get behind! The feminine voice giggled and as his eyes locked on the screen, his features froze. “As much as I love to see your bloodlust, darling, I was thinking maybe…” The demon he saw at the butcher shop a few weeks ago was playing shy with the spider, pressing her fangs into her finger as she blushed and looked away. Alastor cocked his head, raising an eyebrow in question at Angel and the spider waved for him to just keep watching as he went to sit down. Rolling his eyes, Alastor turned back to the screen. “What’s your desire, sweetheart?” Angel asked his costar, and Alastor had to admit he was impressed with the spider’s acting skills. If he’d not known better, he would think Angel was genuinely in love with the woman… “Vixy, wha- what are you saying? I can’t skin you; I could never hurt you!” Angel cupped her face and pet her hair gently as she looked down ashamed. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to upset you. I… I was just thinking out lou-“ Angel crashed his lips against his costar (Vixen? Vixy? One of those) and rolled his hips against her in a way that had Alastor cringing before he spoke. “If that’s what you really want, you have to tell me why,” Angel growled his line and the actress moaned out her response as if it were her deepest yearning. “I want to see you wear my pelt,” that sweet voice sent his blood to rushing as he stared intently at the demure actress. A vixen, that’s what she was. “The thought of you surrounded in my fur… It makes me want to pull you so deep inside me you never leave.” Oh, sweet Satan that sounded just delicious coming from those luscious obsidian lips. An uncomfortable warmth bloomed in his lap, and Alastor clenched his hand over his cane, crimson gaze narrowing at the screen as the scene played on. This was something he’d not felt since his human life, and even then he’d never felt such an urge in response to erotic pictures or shows. It was simply biology- a filthy need to be quickly taken care of and forgotten. Even his rut season was just a foul mood. This… this was new. He didn’t know what to do with this information, filing the thought away for later examination. “Fuuuck… Well, when you put it that way, how can I deny you?” Alastor had to agree with Angel’s line, crossing his legs as he did his best to relax his posture and leaned on his knuckles. “Uhhhh, Angel? Are we watching a snuff film?” Vaggie asked as she held Charlie. “Of course not! Snuff films are all about unwilling murder victims. Vixy came to me wanting her pelt removed.” Angel grinned slyly, and Alastor heard Vaggie groan out in frustration. His attention was focused solely on the dancing vixen as… He shredded his meal as he consumed the deer, blood spraying across his suit- no matter, he was very good at cleaning up after himself. When finished with his food, that hunger still nagged at him, and he slammed his fist into any tree he could find. Why did that wretched spider have to show him that stupid picture show? Why did he decide to watch it? He could’ve just shadowed out, walked away, destroyed that damnable box! He hadn’t wanted to though. And damn it all, he actually wanted to watch it again! Even better, he wanted to offer that lovely creature that starred in it a deal to be her butcher- what he would give to rip that lovely fur from her as she screamed for him. Wait… what would she want if he offered such a deal? What if she wanted romantic or sexual intimacy in exchange? Money, he could do, a few souls perhaps, but that? He knew he was considered attractive to the local cannibettes, and he was more than confident in his ability to satisfy, but just the thought of having to have relations just to be able to rip off some flesh… Well, he supposed that deal would be equally painful for each party. ‘You know you want to rip her apart in more ways than one,’ his shadow chittered at him, wicked grin spread wide. What was it, exactly, that he wanted? He may have felt a fleeting desire, but what would he feel when face to face with the vixen once again? ‘Especially after seeing every delectable part of her body.’ Ugh, best not to think of that- she was probably used to rabid fans gandering at her. He needed to kill something. He needed to rip flesh apart and crush bones. With a roaring bellow, his claws slashed at the bark of a felled tree as his form began to grow and contort. He needed to release this energy, and there were only so many animals that fell through his earth traps. If it weren’t for the constraints of his soul contract, he’d have no problem finding wretched souls to slaughter. Alastor stalk…
December 16, 2025 at 6:12 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
I’m so late doing this, but here’s some excerpts from both Vixen’s story and Alastor’s.

Day 1: First meeting

Black Coffee (Vixen)

#HellvaOcxCanonWeek2025 #Hazbinoc #radiokit #canonxoc #alastorxoc
Her day was going rather well, having had a hefty dinner with Ethel and a few other friends. She bid the girls farewell and turned towards her home, spotting her favorite obsession making his way down the lane. She tried to stare as subtly as she could, hoping not to alert the man to her attention. He always seemed so pleasant when she watched him, never having had the pleasure of seeing his demonic form. She hoped one day she could have a live performance of his broadcast, imagining what he’d look like unhinged. She’d heard the sadistic glee in his voice when he spouted off his many reasons of disdain for his victims as they cried and screamed in the background. It had been years since he’d put on one of those shows though. He had at least begun broadcasting again, but they had changed direction to decidedly less violent shows. She blinked when he disappeared into shadow before appearing directly in front of her. She almost ran straight into him and tried to catch herself before his hand shot out to help steady her, his permanent grin widening when their eyes connected. “Good evening, my dear! I was hoping I’d run into you. Our dear friend Angel Dust showed me your work on the picture show- what a performance!” Emma willed her mouth to work, imitating a fish out of water. The radio demon was actively seeking her out and complimenting her on her performance in a porno. Sure, there wasn’t any full on sex but what the fuck? Was this really happening? “Thank you, sir. I’m honored you enjoyed the show” she smiled demurely, before realizing what he’d said. “Wait, you know Angel?” That must mean Alastor was the person Angel had mentioned. No fucking way! The tall demon nodded enthusiastically. “Yes indeedy! Our dear Angel is staying at the hotel I’m hosting now. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? The Hazbin Hotel.” Oh, that commercial she remembered seeing a few weeks back. Emma tried to think of a reply, her… “I would love to! I must confess I’ve been a fan of yours since your debut. I tend to be a late sleeper though, so what do you say to brunch?” Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she just knew her face was probably as red as her ears. “Brunch would be lovely, dear. Would you prefer to meet somewhere or may I escort you?” Fuck, this man was doing things to her. “Well, if you wouldn’t be opposed, I would love to see this Hazbin Hotel you speak of. Perhaps I escort you to brunch and you escort me home afterwards?” Emma smiled up at the tall demon- he seemed to enjoy her idea. “Fantastic! What time would work best for you? Say around 11:30? Or perhaps something later?” He seemed so considerate, and she began to feel the warning bells, but brushed them off for now. ‘He hasn’t given us any reason to distrust him’… yet. But she knew, just as with Rosie, one must be cautious with how they tread with the radio demon. “11:30 it is,” she replied, her smile still in place and friendly. Could he tell she was utterly besotted? Probably. She hoped not, for her pride’s sake. With the meeting time confirmed and a few instructions to the hotel, she bid Alastor farewell and continued her way home. She couldn’t wait for their date! ‘Not a date. Just two people who appreciate the other’s work. Totally normal, not romantic in any fashion,’ she did her best to temper her emotions. When she arrived home, she couldn’t help but let out excited yelps, her tail wagging as she danced into her bedroom. She decided to save her shower for the morning and zapped herself into some pajamas before flopping into bed and tried to fall asleep. With all this excitement, the night would feel far too long. Eventually she fell into a restless sleep, her dreams conjuring images of seduction and fire.
December 16, 2025 at 6:08 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
A year ago I drew this and was experimenting with brushes 😂 I’ve definitely come a long way on backgrounds!
#hazbinhotel #alastor #vixen #radiokit #canonxoc #alastorxvixen #oc #foxgirl #foxdemon
Alastor holds a giant candy cane that Vixen sits on. Vixy looks slyly up and cups his cheek as he gives a dopey smile.
December 16, 2025 at 2:29 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Cute Christmas #radioapple!
@marsipan-art.bsky.social started all this with amazing dtiys. I absolutely love these gremlins! 🥰
#XmasRadioAppleDTIYS #alastor #lucifer #appleradio #hazbinhotel
Alastor leans on Lucifer and dangles mistletoe over the with a tentacle. Lucifer wonders ‘is he drunk?’ as he smiles and supports him. Both blush as Al wraps one tentacle around Lu’s waist, the last slithering under his coat and between his legs. Al is just thinking ‘cute’ and ‘adorable’ 🥰
December 12, 2025 at 9:49 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
A cute little #radioapple wip I’m working on. 🥰

#wip #hazbinhotel #alastor #lucifer #appleradio
Alastor leans on Lucifer and dangles mistletoe over the with a tentacle. Lucifer wonders ‘is he drunk?’ as he smiles and supports him. Both blush as Al wraps one tentacle around Lu’s waist, the last slithering under his coat and between his legs.
December 10, 2025 at 10:15 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
An upcoming page from my fan comic ‘Black Coffee’ 🔞
Vixy fills in last minute for minute for one of Velvette’s shows, and discovers some new fashion magick while she’s at it!

#vixen #oc #hazbinhotel #velvette #hazbinoc #hhoc #foxgirl #foxdemon
Vixen admires herself, thinking ‘Like invisible hands! I gotta ask her to teach me that one!’ Velvette exclaims from the side, “That’s it! That’s the one!”
December 8, 2025 at 5:54 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Congrats @debergerac.bsky.social on 6k! 🎉 This was so much fun! 💜

#debergerac6k #dtiys #alastor #hazbinhotel
Alastor sits within his tentacles, legs crossed as he smiles and flexes his claws
December 6, 2025 at 4:05 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
More wips 😭
#alastor #vixen #velvette #hazbinhotel #wip #artwip #oc #hazbinoc
Alastor sits within his tentacles, legs crossed as he smiles and flexes his claws Vixen admiring herself as Velvette exclaims from the side, “That’s it! Thats the one!”
December 4, 2025 at 6:57 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Black Coffee 🔞 the comic now has 55 pages! 🎉🎉🎉

You can read the full comic for free on Pixiv, or if you’d like to support my work, become a Patreon member and read it on there! 🥰

#blackcoffeecomic #fancomic #hazbinhotel #vixen #velvette #oc #foxgirl #demon #hazbinoc
Panel 1: Velvette’s studio: a worker walks by, a model walks down a runway, another worker in the back. Panel 2: Vixen’s ears prick to attention at Velvette’s voice. “Fucking finally!” Panel 3: Velvette: Emma! Get over here! We don’t have time to find another stand-in. I need you ready in makeup in 3 minutes! Panel 4: Velvette explains the situation as Vixen checks herself in a vanity mirror. Velvette: “Michelle is out with a case of headless bitch syndrome and Veronica is too strung out to fill in.” Vixen thinks ‘Eh, may as well.’ Panel 5: Vixen IM (inner monologue) as she does her makeup: I’ve got time Panel 6: Vixen steps out of her clothes and walks to a small circular dressing stage surrounded by mirrors. IM: I’m not employed by the Vees, but I enjoy the waste of time in this full eternity. Plus, the pay is always worth it, so is it really time wasted? Panel 7: Vixen legs and tail show standing on the dressing stage, surrounded by mirrors. IM: Everyone needs a hobby, and if you’re good at something you may as well capitalize on it. Panel 1: Velvette’s head is turned as she talks with her staff. Panel 2: Velvette’s head turns completely around as a crack sounds. Panel 3: Vixen stands on a circular dressing stage surrounded by mirrors as Velvette assesses her. Panel 4: Vixen in 3 different dresses, Velvette commenting on each as she changes them instantly. “No.” “Ew.” “Ugh. I want to die.”
December 3, 2025 at 6:16 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
I have so many wips I’ve started that need to be finished. 😭

#wip #hazbinhotel #alastor #angeldust #vixen #niffty #velvette #rosie #ocakira #akira #artwip #ocs
Page 1 of 2: Panel 1: Vixen and Niffty listen to Angel talk Panel 2: Angel and Niffty have left, Vixen turns her attention to the stage as music begins to play. Panel 3: A demon plays the piano as a woman lounges across the back. Panel 4: Vixen’s jaw drops and eyes widen as little hearts manifest around her. Panel 5: The woman turns over to reveal herself to be Alastor in drag as a demon plays the piano. Page 2 of 2: Panel 1: Angel stands outside of a bathroom stall as Alastor learns how to tuck. Angel: How’s it goin’, Smiles? … Alastor: You are quite a man, Angel dear. Angel: Heh. You’re welcome. Panel 2: Velvette rips a strip of fur from Alastor; dying deer noises sound as we see a hand react in pain. Center Title: Creating a Drag Queen. The word Queen is crossed out and corrected with Princess. Panel 3: Angel teaches Alastor a routine, and Velvette’s just there to have fun. Rosie carries Alastor as he growls radio static. Rosie: One helldeer S-H-O-T please. Panel 1: Akira sleeping Panel 2: She turns over on her side Panel 3: something pulls her back Panel 4: Akira: Mmm (slowly wakes) Panel 5: Akira: Haah~ Panel 6: We see Alastor kissing her inner thigh Panel 7: He places a kiss above her clit Panel 8: Akira spreads her wings and moans as Alastor begins to eat her out. Akira: fuck… Alastor: Good morning little bat
December 3, 2025 at 1:12 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Time for an #artshare ! Happy Monday 😭

You should totally share some too! (If you want to 💜)
#hazbinhotel #alastor #oc #kimmy #shondra #vixen #ocs #hhoc #canonxoc #ocxoc
Alastor staring menacingly, blood dripping from his fangs as he smiles wide Kim kicks a foot back and wraps her tail around Shondra’s, sticking her tongue out. Shondra clasps her hands to her chest as she stares adoringly down at her girlfriend. Alastor imagines Vixen straddling him as she eats his heart, tail swishing as she stares heatedly at him.
December 1, 2025 at 11:19 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Wishes ✨💔✨
#oc #vixen #aoife #hhoc #vgen #hazbinocs
Vixen cries as Aoife embraces her Vixen: M- mama?
November 25, 2025 at 11:41 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Wishes ✨💔✨

#hazbinhotel #hazbinoc #oc #vixen #wip
Vixen cries as her mother holds her Vixen: m- mama?
November 24, 2025 at 4:24 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
#radiokit

Vixy: He’s so flexible 😮‍💨

The gremlin she’s talking about:
Alastor twisting his leg around as he sits tied to a roller chair. Alastor crouches mid air before jumping
November 22, 2025 at 10:04 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Allie Star ✨

Why he so pretty tho 😭🥰

#hazbinhotel #alastor #oc #vixen #fancomic #femalastor #wip #comicwip #hhoc #hazbinoc #radiokit
Panel 1: Niffty, Vixen and Angel sitting at a club table. Panel 2: Vixen sits alone as music begins playing. Panel 3: An unknown woman sits on a piano as a musician plays. Panel 4: Vixen’s jaw drops as little hearts float around Panel 5: ‘Allie Star’ rests on a piano as her song begins. Allie Star rests on a piano as her song begins
November 17, 2025 at 4:33 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
NSFW:
Shimo kneels and looks up at Alastor from between his legs. Alastor blushes down from his rollie chair, cock leaking as he stares back. Hell glows red in the background from the windows.
November 17, 2025 at 1:33 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Shimo stole her hubby back and replaced those uncomfortable cables with something softer ❤️‍🔥
Nsfw in comments 😈

Shimo belongs to @frostbittendoe.bsky.social ❤️

#shibari #hhoc #alastor #alastorxoc #oc #shimosatsuki #hazbinhotel #hazbinoc
Shimo kneels and looks up at Alastor from between his legs. Alastor blushes as he stares down from his rollie chair. Hell glows red in the background from the windows.
November 17, 2025 at 1:30 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Alastor in drag, my beloved 🥰

#femalastor #hazbinhotel #wip #alastor
Alastor in drag sitting on a piano as music plays
November 13, 2025 at 9:47 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Losing Streak got me in a chokehold 🤌❤️‍🔥❤️

#hazbinhotel #wip #alastor #vixen #oc #radiokit #femalastor
November 13, 2025 at 6:47 AM