Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss Harem x Male Reader
Y/n lost his job and his house. Know he's got to get his life back on track. All the while in hell.
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(Mature content ahead)
Y/n was a scumbag in life, died, and went to hell. When he was alive he was a pusherman, a bagman, a dope peddler: a drug dealer in simple terms. He was nice though, visited the old, donated to charity, and left more than enough for tips.
Still knew he was gonna go to hell though. And he did, but he wasted no time. He found a job, got an apartment and a car, and even got a pet. It was a cat, dog, fox sort of thing that scared him a little but she grew on him. Life could be any better he had thought, ignoring the fact that he was in literal hell.
But then shit hit the fan. He was fired from his job, had to sell his car to pay rent, and even his pet ran away. And now he was given his eviction notice, which leads us to where he is today, sitting on his couch. His landlord was sitting in a chair across from him.
Y/n: Why do I need to be out today though?
He looked to his landlord, who had seemed to make herself a cup of tea or something.
Grace: Well, I need to rent out the apartment as soon as possible, sugar. And you ain't gonna get the money in time.
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Oh Grace, his landlord. She was a blue busty milf demon with purple hair that covered her eyes that he'd never seen. She had a large tooth smile and spoke with a southern accent. She had been in hell much longer than him but he had never asked her for her age in fear that she may claw his eyes out. But yeah, she was a milf, a good mom maybe, although he wasn't sure. She had a fat ass and even fatter breasts.
Y/n: 'Yep, definitely a milf'
Grace: Although...
She moved onto the couch and put a hand on his thigh.
Grace: We could make some sort of arrangement~
She was looking at Y/n dead in his eyes. He couldn't see her eyes but he could damn well feel her gaze.
Y/n: Grace, I'm desperate but I'm not some whore.
He had pushed her back for some space. Sighing she got up and went to the door.
Grace: Fine, I'll give you till the end of the day to leave.
With that, she left, leaving him to pack. Having nothing else better to do, he sighed and packed sadly. By the afternoon, he had everything he needed: clothes, trinkets, necessities, etc. He went outside to find Grace standing there. He went to shake her hand but she pulled him into a hug. His face was entrapped in her jugs
Grace: I'll miss you so much sugar!
She squeezes him tightly and lifts him off the ground. Despite her always visiting him, he always forgets how strong and tall she is.
Grace: If you need anything, just come to me baby, ok?
