Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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“Hands behind your back, Darling,” Alastor crooned, the tip of his cane digging in between Vox’s shoulder blades. “Don’t make me do anything you won’t like.”
“Permission to speak?”
“Mm… I’m feeling generous. 10 words or less, though.”
Vox counted in his head, then offered, “I like everything you do to me, My Love.”
Alastor’s ears flicked.
“Sorry.”
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- Part 1 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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Vox stood and moved to return to his desk chair, but Alastor caught his hand.
“Do you have a few minutes, Picture Box?”
“I… I guess?”
“Excellent!” Alastor grabbed his cane and tapped it twice on the floor, causing a jaunty jazz song to float through the air of Vox’s office. “Dance with me.”
Vox grinned. “Oh, Baby, I’d love to.” He took Alastor’s proffered hand and, allowing Alastor to lead, was swung into a quick Fox Trot. He laughed.
“Oh, that sound is music to my ears,” Alastor purred against Vox’s sound intake.
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- Part 2 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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Vox was sitting in the armchair in front of Alastor’s fireplace, tablet in hand and digital glasses perched on his digital nose.
Alastor materialized into existence next to the door, dripping water from his clothes, fur, and hair onto the runner just inside the door. “I detest rain.”
“Mm. It’s not so bad.” Vox sipped his coffee and nodded towards the window, where rain was pattering against the pane. “I think it’s kinda nice.”
“‘Nice’,” Alastor scoffed, flipping upside down to wring his hair out onto the rug. He muttered to himself as water ran into his ears, righting himself to shake off like a dog. “Yes, definitely. I love being soaked to the bone and shivering my tail off.”
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- Part 3 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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Alastor frowned down at the pot in front of him. He sighed, then dropped to his knees, hands clasped in front of his mouth as he shut his eyes and bowed his head.
“What are you–”
“Sh!” Alastor took a deep breath, then whispered, “Dearest mè… my manman, I am so, so sorry for what I am about to do. Look away now, if you must.” He stood, brushed off his knees and apron, and hissed, “You are so lucky I like you, Voxxel.”
“What are you doing–?”
“I–” Alastor cracked his neck, first to the left, then the right, then whispered, “-- am about to commit the most disgusting of sins. Against my mother– my manman– no less!”
“Alastor, what the fuck.”
“I’m about to make my food more palatable for a–” Alastor shuddered, then whispered in disgust, “-- white man.”
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- Part 1 of Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel: 12 Days of Christmas!
- Part 4 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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Vox kissed Alastor once more, then again, and pulled back. "Is that hug still on the table?"
"If you'd like it to be."
Vox nodded. He turned his back to Alastor.
"I have no idea what you want from me."
"Hug me from behind, like you do when we sleep."
Alastor wrapped his arms around Vox and rested his chin on Vox's shoulder.
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- Part 4 of Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel: 12 Days of Christmas!
- Part 5 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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Vox sighed and set the bowl down. "Oh."
"What's wrong?"
"It's... No, it's great, Al, thank you."
"You're not eating?"
"It's... I'm sorry, it's just... spinach?"
"It's healthy!"
"Spinach doesn't go in mac and cheese!"
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- Part 7 of Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel: 12 Days of Christmas!
- Part 6 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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"Now... this is my least favorite thing I've ever done. And I died. I was ripped limb-from-limb, and was alive until my brain stem was severed, and this was-- somehow-- worse."
"I'm sure it's not that bad," Vox laughed, nudging his shoulder against Alastor's. "I'm sure it's--"
"Vox?"
Vox sat stock-still, staring at the dildo in the box in front of him. He took it out of the box, looked at Alastor with wide eyes, and promptly crashed, his screen immediately turning blue and displaying tiny white text.
"Vox?!" Alastor shook Vox by the shoulders and, when he didn't respond, laid him down on the bed and pulled off his shoes. "I swear, of all the times to stop responding..."
Vox's screen switched to flashing 'VOX.EXE HAS CRASHED, PLEASE REBOOT YOUR VOX AND REMOVE EXCESSIVE STIMULI'.
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- Part 10 of Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel: 12 Days of Christmas!
- Part 7 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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“I have no idea what I’m doing. This may hurt.”
“Whoa– Okay,” Vox laughed, nervous, and grabbed Alastor’s palm between his thumb and forefinger. “Let’s not preface touchin’ my junk with ‘this may hurt’.”
Alastor huffed through his nose. “What should I say, then?”
“Uh… most people go with something sexy.”
“And… what should I say?”
Vox shrugged helplessly.
It's hard to be sexy. Especially when one has no idea what 'sexy' entails. Or sounds like.
It's fine.
Absolutely fine.
Everyone's fine.
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- Part 8 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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"You're doin' real good for me, Alastor," Vox told him as he adjusted his positioning between Alastor's spread legs. "I'm glad you're letting me do this; you're taking it perfectly."
Alastor's breath caught in his throat.
Vox grinned at the reaction. "You're already making me feel good, and I haven't even done anything. You deserve this, Alastor. You deserve to be able t'let go. Fuck, I'd destroy all of Hell, just t'make you feel good for a few minutes."
Whining, Alastor's hooves scrambled for purchase on the smooth sheets of Vox's bed.
"You're mine, Alastor. You're always gonna be mine." Vox's fingers sped up as he fucked in and out of Alastor's ass, and he grinned at Alastor's thrashing against the sheets. "You're so good, trying this for me. You feel this?" He pressed his palm to Alastor's stomach, just above his half-hard, twitching cock. "You feel that heat? You've gotta let that go for me, Babydoll. Release it. Let yourself come for me."
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- Part 9 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
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"There's a morning of socializing happening at the Hotel."
"Ew."
"I know, right?"
Vox snorted, shaking his head. "Well, good luck talkin' to people all morning. I'm gonna be here alone all day, workin' on a new design for-- Would you quit that?"
Alastor hummed, knees dislocated so he could rest his chin on the bottoms of his hooves. "I haven't the foggiest idea what you could be referring to!" Alastor's knees cracked as they were put back into place, and he folded himself in half at the hips so he could turn his head 180° to stare straight up at Vox.
"You're so fuckin' weird."
"You're the one fucking weird."
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- Part 10 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
- Part 3 of Hazbin Hotel 12 Days of Christmas 2025
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Alastor hovered over Vox's face, yelping when Vox pulled him down into a full sit on the screen. His tail flicked rapidly back and forth against the plastic casing at the top of Vox's screen. "There's a good Picture Box. Like that."
Vox moaned into Alastor, hand stroking his cock through his boxers briefs.
Alastor batted his hand away and said, "This is for me. Not for you."
Vox nodded as much as he could with his face buried against Alastor's ass. His tongue was deep inside of Alastor's hole before long, and his hands had migrated up to Alastor's hips to hold him close.
Alastor squirmed on Vox's face.
As Vox's tongue thrust in and out of his hole, Alastor shot off of his face, falling off of the bed and scrambling to his feet to back away from Vox.
Vox propped himself up on his elbows. "What's up, Al?"
Alastor, breaths shaking and trembling in every limb, shook his head.
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- Part 11 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
- Part 7 of Hazbin Hotel 12 Days of Christmas 2025
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Vox sat beside him. "How're you, hm? I know I've been here all week, but... You've been busy at the Hotel, right?"
"Always..." Alastor sighed, stabbing his steak with his knife. "You know, for a family headed by Christianity's most detested figure, the Morningstars are incredibly keen on celebrating Christmas."
Vox snorted. "The 'Birth of Christ' one, or the 'commercialized, over-capitalized' one?"
"The second. Many, many gifts are... everywhere. The royal wealth wasted on... tinsel, and garlands, and... so many trees."
Vox laughed loudly and nodded. "I can believe it."
"Truly garish."
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- Part 12 of Bea's RadioStatic Revelry
- Part 11 of Hazbin Hotel 12 Days of Christmas 2025